A/N: I'm sorry if the saved doc ended up with any typos!~ I'm making sure to correct any I see! Have fun reading ofcourse!
"No."
Matt shook his head at his friend, Ryan. Ryan just stared back with a grin on his stubbly face as he held a pair of plane tickets between the tips of his fingers.
"We're not going to disturb them, Ryan! For all we know, he could be-"
"You mean, THEY* could be having sex right about... now?", Ryan waved the plane tickets in front of Matt's face. Partly out of concern, Ryan convinced himself to go to Ireland aswell. Only for two days, though. Sure as hell he'd force Matt to tag along even if he'd have to force Matt to tag along. If he wouldn't, Ryan would just pull out a nasty plot to burn down his entire family. Okay, maybe not.
"I don't want to miss out on all the juicy fun that's brewing over there, Matt."
Ryan pulled both readily packed bags to the entrance. "I figured you'd say no, so I helped myself and took some precautions. You are coming, period."
"Ryan, dude. No- Pff. Okay, fine! But only for two days then. I have to keep editing to make up for all the time Mark's wasting on his beloved Jack!", Matt slouched himself to the front door, all ready for the adventure. He sighed. It wasn't the first time Ryan pulled out some out-of-the-box stunts that would surprise anyone.
"I've been put in weirder situations, I guess."
"So, what was that?"
Jack, having crawled back into a defensive shell, washed his hands and face in the restroom at the sink. Mark clearly wouldn't mind 'eating' a little more, but it wasn't exactly the easiest thing to do in public. He enjoyed it. Jack wanting him so badly, and the stingy bite mark he had left on his skin was a newly found feeling of possessiveness. He'd claim every inch of Jack, even if that was the last thing he'd do. The unfamiliar thoughts that dangled around here and there within the Asian-German's head were quite concerning if the outside world could read them. Oh well, Mark's life had always been more interesting within his head, and he's probably not the only one. Though the unusual thing was, Mark liked it.
"What do you mean?", Mark questioned the freshly-assaulted Irishman. There was no turning back from all that neoteric sexy public happening not too long ago.
Jack stared at Mark, who stood behind him with a cocky grin. He glanced down at his pants. Mark was still feeling it. Trust me, Jack would gladly wrap his peach-tinted lips around his veiny package, though it was quite a dangerous thing. The uncontrollable, nerve-wrecking aches of their beginning love story was ever still separated by an seemingly unbreakable 'glass window'.
"Y-you kind of touched me here.. and.. there, and what exactly did you call me again?", Jack nervously pouted while speaking, as if he tried to fight it, deny it and argue with Mark over that obvious moment the two little lovebirds hid in their tainted bathroom stall.
Mark said nothing. He sighed through his nose and exchanged some unnoticed lusty stares with Jack.
"Jack, look. It may not be the best uh..", Mark itched his head, trying to kindly convey his feelings. "It's not exactly the most romantic setup to tell you this- but honestly every little thing you do, whether it's just drinking black coffee, laughing at some idiotic comment and at all my weird shit; I can't help but look at all of you Sean."
The Asian-German knew he had made Sean blush up to his ears, and so he took a step closer to the little Sean, wrapping his arms around the green-haired man's waist from behind. Jack allowed it, a bit surprised by the sudden affectionate hug. Both of them stared at the reflection in the mirror.
"Now that this happened and I know your feelings for me you can't expect me not to have you. I'm.. I.."
Jack felt the YouTuber sigh. "Mark...", Jack placed his hand on Mark's arm, caressing it with his thumb. Before Mark gave a quick peck on Jack's cheek, he lowered his head to bring his mouth to Jack's lovely ear.
"I like you Sean. Maybe more than I think I do..", he whispered. Mark then released the trembling Irishman, who could be mistaken for a lobster.
"You finally said the words I never thought I would hear.. ya know." Jack managed to smile. Tears rolled down his cheeks while a random man entered the toilet, bypassing the YouTubers and went straight in the unholy stall. Awkward. Mark's look turned into one of worry.
"No no no no.., why are you crying? You don't have to cry-", Mark already went in his 'I-will-grab-Sean-and-comfort-him' pose until Jack giggled through his tears.
"You idiot, I'm only crying because I'm happy.. and.. and glad", Jack sniffed. "Ugh, I feel like sooch a crybaby now", Jack lightly complained as he rubbed the tears away with his hands
"Yeah, you are actually", Mark chortled, which resulted in the Irishman energetically laugh alongside the Asian man. "Now eh, let's get the hell out of here."
When Jack opened the door to leave, Mark called out to him one final time to make Jack look at him. "Does this mean you're mine now?", a bit of hesitation interfered with Mark's way of speech.
Jack smiled at him, a little playful that could be traced back in his follow-up response; "I don't know Maark, ya tell me. First ye want me in the stall and now ya wanna leave", Jack bit on his bottom lip, not bothering to hide his Irish accent. "If ye want to have me, come 'n get me."
"Oh geez", Mark grinned, accepting Jack's seducing challenge with a few nods and gestures before they left.
|17:07
After spending an entire day out with Mark. Jack opened the front door of his apartment. As soon has he tossed his coat over the end-table, a strong embrace by no one other than Mark found its way around the jumpy little Irishman. Their shameful, passionate aura was just spreading out everywhere around them. Jack still had to come to terms with Signe and the entire world. Not to mention, both were only adding more fuel to their bonfire and they liked it. It felt risky, but good at the same time. There was this perplex, unexplainable sinister perception that made them feel like they were doing the wrong thing, but whatever "misdeed" they commited surreptitiously felt so goddamn right.
"Caught you", the sweet, manly voice of the blue-haired male which accentuated the words and made Jack's bite mark tingle.
"No, Mark.. Can we please wait until I told Signe everything?", Jack lay his eyes on Mark's, ever so returning the embrace by holding on to the brawny American's shirt.
"Uh, well. I practically just stole you from her", Mark rolled his eyes. "In public I had to contain myself and I know you want me too so stop pushing me away."
"It's a little more complicated than it sounds to you, I guess.. ", Jack let go of him and Mark kindly loosened up the embrace, eventually letting go with a defeated nod to himself. Mark shook his head.
"Sean, I want to give you all the time in the world. All of this is new to me as much as it is to you and I can't really explain it but I'll try to", Mark used his hand gestures to articulate both his point and way of speech. "I'm here now and I'm sorry if it hurt so bad that we couldn't be together sooner but I would appreciate it if you wouldn't constantly lead me on and then push me away when you don't have to."
Jack frowned at him. He knew Mark was speaking the truth and really he didn't want to refuse him- but there were so many problems and consequences in general if they got together just like that. Atleast, Jack was scared and felt conflicted. They had already crossed a point of no return. What did he have to do? Tell the entire world he had a fling with Mark and upset the people he cared about or the people who are prejudiced against gays? Not a chance. Maybe they'd take it as a joke.. or not approve of it at all? Oh- right. What about his family? His friends- and.. Mark's. Jack wasn't the only one.
The last thing Jack wanted was to take any sort of action which resorted to driving the both of them apart. He couldn't lose Mark- it would be the end for him. Jack looked puzzled. He had always been this cheerful, energetic young man with a positive outlook on his life. Ever since the feelings for that sassy goofy goober came to the surface, everything changed. The pain of loving someone, even behind so many people's backs, who finally admit he liked him too only grew larger. Jack was 100% convinced it wasn't as easy as the fluffy septiplier fics and stuff that they would live happily ever after. There were so many things to think about, it was far from okay and everything pent up all those months finally burst out. Yes, Mark was right, yet how could he be so lax about all of this? It angered Jack.
"I can't help you if you keep hiding all your problems from me, Sean", Mark sounded a little more serious. "You don't have to worry about everthing, god.."
Jack exploded.
"Ye? Well maybe ya should go 'n look at women Mark, or after another guy or someth'n 'cause clearly you don't seem to care as much as I do", Jack clenched his hands into fists. All those words he never even intended on saying, and didn't even mean just kept piling up in his throat. He wasn't stopping. He ranted on for another few minutes on the verge of tears, despite knowing he had pained Mark and destroyed himself in the process. He couldn't stop.
"Easy.. Jack..", Mark held up his hand try and make the Irishman slow down.
"No- Not easy! Suddenly ye come at my doorstep and then ye tell me ya like me..", Jack teared up even more, a tear escaping his eye. "I don't want to live with the fact I might lose myself one day if I have to keep this distance between us. Or maybe- the world will destroy us. I don't want to lose ya, Maark."
"Just fucking STOP!", Mark almost yelled. Jack thwarted back in despair, completely silenced by Mark's tone.
Mark immediately hugged the crybaby Irishman and perhaps held on to him a little too strong. Jack sobbed. Mark allowed him to wet his shirt and calm down within his arms before Mark decided to tell him anything.
"The entire time, Sean", Mark sniffed once himself as he spoke on a low volume, hoping he didn't scare Jack. "It's 'I', 'I', 'me', what about my feelings? Why do you have to act like the entire earth will hate you, and me for that matter, just because we like each other and want to be together?"
Mark almost snickered over his own, sudden thoughts. His mind went a little goofy on him.
"I get that you may be scared, but you shouldn't be. Everything wll be fine. I don't care as much about other peep's opinions as I care for you. I'm not going anywhere you stupid idiot."
The reassurance in Mark's voice was like an angelic cure.
"I'm sorreh, Mark..", Jack responded with a bit of a gruffy voice.
"Naah, don't be", Mark grinned. He let go of Jack and placed his hands on top of his shoulders. "You and I will get through this, I promise."
Jack nodded.
"Man, you're such a crybaby indeed", Mark commented after both of them snickered at one another.
"Pff, shut up Maark", Jack playfully pushed the Asian man away.
"Not possible, and you know that."
"Well on average I am louder than you", Jack wiped his tears away.
"Wh- ah. Yeah, okay." Mark agreed. That could be interpreted on many different levels, honestly.
"Hey Mark?", Jack walked over to the living room while Mark followed his beautiful ass.
"Hm? What's up?"
"I think I want some time for myself so-I'll", Jack pointed behind him, indicating he wanted to go back to his room on his own. "Not gonna let all my fans worry and upload a prerecorded video. I have a little bit of catching up to do, ya know."
"Heh, whaddaya know. I come over once and I threw your whole schedule upside down", Mark smiled at him. "Go, I'll manage. If you want to I can stop by your room so we can make a video together later." Mark grabbed his phone and took a peek at his lock screen for the time, ignoring all the notifications. "I think it's a good idea too if I called for a pizza delivery."
"Yeah yeah, blah blah. Sure, just surprise me. I'll eat whatever you order", Jack replied. "Now shoo you, I'll go and-"
"Might wanna go a little easy on the fan-thing because I might just get jealous~", Mark playfully yelled at the Irishman who had taken few steps on the path to his bedroom.
"Ey! You're SUCH A DORK MARK!", Jack responded, returning to his trusted 'cave' with a bright smile on his face.
"Look, are you really sure about this?"
Matt almost tripped over his own suitcase at the check out of the airport.
"We know Mark longer than today Matt", Ryan told the clumsy man while he dragged his luggage along. He stopped somewhere less crowded and placed his bags on the floor, searching around in his pockets. "Behold, the secret weapon for our ultimate sneak attack! Hah, I always wanted to say that."
Ryan pulled a small, metallic object out of his coat's pocket, handing it over to Matt who looked a bit baffled. Matt inspected the object.
"Care to explain wh- OH?!", Matt's face gained the largest grin that had ever been discovered throughout history. If that's a thing, anyhow. "Really Ryan? You have a LOCKPICK? Why?"
"What do you mean why? Of course you know the reason!"
"You always have the weirdest ideas Ryan. I support them... but I think I'd rather just ring a doorbell without scarring my innocent eyes if they decide to screw each others asses in the hallway!"
"Woah, chill dude", Ryan fished the object out of Matt's hands. "It's all gonna be fine man." It wasn't until Matt nervously looked around and spotted a slim, small figure of a person he had seen before. He squinted his eyes which made his travel-partner in crime wonder if he was okay.
"Matt, what are y-" - "Woah, woooah, Ryan, look- there, a little to the left at the blue advertisement poster on the wall. Isn't that...?" Ryan turned around. Matt reached for his phone immediately and straight-up texted Mark. He had to know.
"That.. that's.. Is that? No, NO! Call 911, anything, we need help! HELLO! This isn't gonna end well! Call Mark, call him now Matt! This is bad, bad timing. Really bad. Like, severely bad. Mega-ultra-super-sonic bad!"
"Mark please answer", Matt said out loud. "We have girlfriend problems 101 coming through."
"Move your ass Matt I think she spotted us-"
It was too late. The surprised woman strode closer to the two boys. "What a coincidence, oh my! Aren't you two Matt and Ryan?" The woman looked like she had been in a hurry before. Her long hair was all messed up and her clothes didn't seem to be anything out of the ordinary fashion wise.
"Uuh, yeaaahhh, hey Signe! What a coincidence indeed meeting you here! Were you not supposed to be in Korea?", Matt tried to feed her the biggest made up kindness he had ever done to anyone. Now don't get him wrong. Signe was a sweet lady, just not exactly suited for the entire picture at this very moment. It really was too late, though. Their plan was ruined. Matt and Ryan exchanged glances in the hope of understanding their next possible move(s). Worst timing ever. Like, really. Ryan's insides felt like they had taken some twist and turns by Satan himself, literally.
Signe smiled politely at them. "Well I was, but Sean hasn't been responding or answering any of my calls so I was a bit worried. My mom allowed me to return. Where are you guys headed?"
"Actually", Ryan thought for a second to execute one of his freshly-thought-of ideas. "We were also on our way to check up on Jack", he calmly told her amidst the busy airport. Matt couldn't seem to figure out what Ryan was doing.
"Great! But where's Mark?", Signe asked. "You guys alway stick together like glue so I figured that Mark would want to come too."
"Yeah, about that, he uhh-"
"He didn't have the time to come over because he was too busy with his newest videos with Team Edge and stuff, you know? Just silly things, like the usual Mark", Ryan interrupted Matt.
Matt had only gotten more confused during the process, but figured he should just let Ryan take care of it.
"I called for a taxi so you two could travel along if you'd like?", she asked.
"That would be lovely", the boys picked up their luggage. Matt however, in unnoticed protest. Both of them hoped so badly that Mark would read Matt's texts in time. They were seriously in trouble.
"Great!", Signe said. "Sean will be delighted to see all of us together. Let's go!"