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“I swear to god I’m going to drop out Jinyoung.”
Mark is holding the phone in between his ear and shoulder as he drags a box through the common area of his new dorm. His second year of college has officially begun and he’s already stressed out before the first class. This year he was forced to switch dorms because his university insisted every second year and up be paired with a first year to help new students assimilate better.
“You’ll be fine, you’re being dramatic, do you want me to come over and help?” Jinyoung laughs on the other end but Mark can hear Jaebum in the background telling him no and that he promised him they would stay in bed all day before the first day of class.
“Jae I can hear you thanks! But anyway I already managed to get everything out of the hall at least.” Mark sighs and bends back, stretching his aching muscles. He gives his new dorm a good look for the first time and it's pretty big if he doesn’t say so himself. There’s a nice small kitchen, living room and him and his roommate have their own rooms. Cool.
He spots some boxes and a suitcase on the floor in the hallway leading to one of the rooms, “I think my roommate was already here?” Mark walks over to the room to knock and introduce himself to the boy he was going to rooming with for the rest of the year, only to find that the door was already open and no one was inside.
“Oh is he cute?” Jinyoung whispers but he starts squeaking as Jaebum smacks his butt.
“I dunno. I don’t think he’s here.” Mark sneaks a peek at the empty room, there’s a lot of trophies and clothes everywhere already. He walks back to the living area and starts to drag his boxes into his room, which he notices is a pretty nice size with one average size window. He holds the phone to his ear as he starts pulling things out and settling them down in their place.
“Are you still coming over tomorrow?” Mark asks Jinyoung who is giggling into his ear like a schoolgirl. “Um yeah, actually I’ll see you tomorrow, unless you wanna listen to me and Jae fuck for the next two hours.” he teases and Mark lets out the loudest grunt from his throat and hangs up on Jinyoung without even answering the question.
Mark pounces onto the bed and sighs, running his fingers through his hair which had dyed pink for the new school year. There was no groundbreaking reason behind it besides him being tired of the brown he had previously. While playing with his hair he decides he could use a little snack so he gets up to go back into the kitchen.
He takes out some junk food he had picked up at the market before coming to his dorm because he knew there wouldn’t be anything to eat on the first day. He pulls out his phone to order some food for dinner wondering if he should be courteous and order for his roommate too, but then he didn’t know what he liked so maybe not. He orders pizza and a soda and starts to unwrap his candy, leaving the wrappers on the table and shoving the sweets into his mouth.
Mark fishes the remote out of the sofa and turns the tv on. He watches a bit before he hears the bell ringing, signaling the arrival of his pizza. He heads for the door and opens it. The delivery boy stares at him, starry eyed before greeting him and handing him the pizza.
“Thanks.” Mark says quickly as he passes the boy some money as a tip and closes the door, flopping back onto the couch to continue eating and watching tv. He starts to wonder where his roommate is, it's getting pretty late and he has yet to make an appearance. Maybe Mark won’t be meeting him today because he has to make sure he goes to bed early for classes tomorrow morning. He finishes off the rest of his pizza and shuffles back to his room where kicks off his clothes and climbs into bed, deeming himself too tired to wash beforehand.
Mark lays in the dark for bit thumbing his finger over the gold cartier bracelet he hasn’t taken off since senior year. It's the only thing he feels linking his heart mercilessly to Jiaer, Jackson Wang he thinks before he wanders off into a dreamless slumber.
The next morning Mark rises groggily slipping into some pants laying on the floor, he’s trying to be gracious toward his new roommate or else he would just walk around naked. He ruffles his hair as he pads through the dorm kitchen to grab a cup of water. He pulls out one of the few bottles he stuffed in the fridge on the previous day, twisting off the cap as he takes a seat on couch.
He looks around noticing his roommate had moved his things out of the hallway but he’s still nowhere to be found. Mark places his bottle on the table when he notices a sticky note that’s been placed on the glass and he looks up to find one on the television also. He unsticks them both and reads,
Hey can you at least clean up before going to bed.
Oh and turn the tv off too.
Mark scoffs at the two notes, which he finds hella rude, sure Mark should have probably thrown his pizza boxes away but he was getting to it in the morning. Why not just say it to his face instead of leaving sticky notes, was this how his mysterious roommate was going to communicate with him since he never actually saw him in person.
Mark crumbles the two notes up and throws them back on the table before shuffling back to his room to fish out something to wear for the first day. He decides on his usual pair of tight jeans and an oversized hoodie, which he takes to the bathroom with him. He turns the shower on and brushes his teeth at the sink as he waits for the spray to warm up.
He strips and slips underneath the warm water after he’s finished at the sink. What’s up with this roommate? Mark has never had to deal with someone who leaves sticky notes and who apparently doesn’t sleep or something because he had to have come back late and then he left early too. It's only 7am and he’s come and gone already. Whatever his deal is Mark already thinks he’s an asswipe.
Mark successfully makes it through his first slew of classes and happily returns to his shared living quarters, with a jerk whom he has yet to meet even after peeking back in between classes. He throws himself and his bag onto the couch and waits for Jinyoung to arrive. He had text him a little after his classes were done saying he was on his way.
Jinyoung and Mark decided to go to the same university only Jinyoung lives in an apartment with Jaebum who goes to a different university nearby. Mark had to admit he was sometimes a little jealous of the couple and how happy they were and how progressive their relationship was, even surviving through high school. Meanwhile Mark had shattered the love his life’s heart into a million pieces and his own in the process.
Mark is snapped out of his thoughts by the doorbell. He gets up quickly to let the younger boy in, when he opens the door Jinyoung pushes past him and sits down on the couch, “Well hello to you too Jinyoung.” Mark scowls heading back over to the couch to sit with him.
“Yeah yeah! We have to talk...Um I have something to tell you!” Jinyoung’s chest is heaving as if he had ran to Mark. The older boy furrows his brows, rolling his eyes at what he assumes is Jinyoung being overly dramatic when he’s simply going to tell Mark about something he probably doesn’t care about but he’ll listen anyway because friends?
“What is it? You look like you’re about to die.” Mark giggles getting up to get some water for Jinyoung. The younger boy sighs deeply before blurting out, “Well I was snooping through Jae’s phone and and...Well..Jackson is back for university!”
Mark completely freezes in his tracks, the cup of liquid slipping through his hand, crashing into the hardwood floor. Jinyoung curses as he rushes to help clean the mess up, “Sorry maybe I should I have waited till you were seated?” he laughs nervously watching Mark’s wide-eyed expression.
“He’s...back?” Mark stampers, his mind scrambling to figure out what to do with the new information that has his heart beating out of his rib cage. The thought that Jackson would ever come back had been pushed to the far corner of Mark’s mind some time ago, reluctantly of course but his yearning for the younger boy never letting the hope die.
“Yeah..I guess Jae didn’t tell me cause Jackson told him not to.” Jinyoung purses his lips at the last part hoping it didn’t come out too harshly, but Mark already feels like it's him that Jackson’s doesn’t want to know. He figures Jackson would rather not be around him anytime soon or ever for that matter after he broke his heart out of headiness.
“Oh. Okay.” Jinyoung stares at Mark searching for more of a reaction as they clean up the glass and water together and head back to the couch. Mark suddenly feels panging in his chest at the thought that Jackson wants to avoid him when he’s only been wanting to the boy everyday for over a year now, even seeing him in his dreams took him over the moon.
“What’s up with the sticky notes?” Jinyoung says awkwardly trying to change the subject when Mark becomes eerily mute on the topic at hand, deciding to try and pry out his feelings about it another time. “Oh my ass wipe roommate, that’s how he communicates apparently.” Mark suddenly perks up with a little feistiness in his voice, his bitterness over his roommate’s antics coming back fresh.
“Wow. Have you guys met yet?” Jinyoung laughs.
“No. That’s the weird thing, he comes in late and leaves out early. Before I’m up he’s gone.” Mark says quizzically as if this is the greatest mystery of his time and he must crack it.
“Well that’s weird, you should wake up extra early and confront him.” Mark laughs at the idea of him waking up at the crack of dawn just to tell his roommate to fuck off. But of course the younger, who is known for being the king of pettiness, would devise such a plan.
“I don’t know, I might!” Mark thinks maybe he should though, it is kind of rude to not introduce yourself and to leave condescending notes for one another for the rest of the year. Jinyoung hums in agreeance that he should and then goes into a rant on how his neighbors keep sending in noise complaints about he and Jaebum.
Mark just nods along, laughing and smacking Jinyoung throughout the conversation as he usually would. He tries to seem as focused as possible when really the majority of his mind is clouded by Wang Jiaer.
“I can’t believe he’s back.”
Mark had headed off to bed extra early so he would be able to get up early and catch his roommate before he disappeared for the day so when hears shuffling outside his room, he snaps awake. He slips out of bed, not even taking the time to fix his bed hair or change out of his oversized t-shirt that looks like a dress on his slender poise body, making it seem like he doesn’t have shorts or anything on underneath.
He steps into the hallway where he spots a figure on the other end. Mark has to close his mouth shut when he gets an eye full of his roommate’s bare taut back. He’s wearing nothing but sweats and seemingly getting ready for the day.
Mark’s throat goes dry but he manages to start, “Hey..don’t you think its a little rude to communicate through sticky notes especially without introducing yourself?” confidence building with every word but his roommate seems to have frozen, whatever action he’s doing in the hallway comes to a complete stop.
“Mark?” the other boy suddenly breathes out, almost inaudible but Mark hears it and goes wide-eyed wondering why the boy knows his name, that is, until he turns around. The figure suddenly taking on a familiar face and stature as he fully comes into Mark’s view.
“Jiaer? What...Wha..” Mark stutters, heart racing and skin suddenly feeling clammy as he chokes on his own words. Jackson just stands there, unmoving, staying planted exactly where he is. His expression wide-eyed and mirroring that of Mark’s.
“What are you doing here?” Mark feels like his whole world is spinning, like he’s been thrown into some alternate universe where things just might go his way or he could still be asleep in his bed dreaming this entire scenario up in his head.
“I...I attend this school..” Jackson whispers, eyes scattering, trying to look at everything but Mark’s face. The older feeling a little hurt by his actions as if he can’t even bare to look at him. “Did you...know?” Mark asks tentatively.
“Did I know what?” Jackson replies quickly.
“That I was your roommate?” Mark thinks that maybe this is why he’s been leaving early and coming back late, that maybe he was purposely avoiding Mark. The idea giving this entire situation some type of weird deja vu effect.
“No…” Jackson says as he searches Mark’s face for a reaction, “Do you believe me?” he asks, casting his eyes to the floor. Mark instantly picks up the subtle sensitivity of the question. “Yes yes I do!” Mark replies hastily. He doesn’t want Jiaer to ever think he doesn’t trust him again. He’s standing in their dark hallway trying with every fiber of his being not to burst into tears, everything about this encounter is overwhelming, long overdue and apparently fated because what are the odds?
“Jiaer..I..I’m so sorry about everything! I’m sorry!” Mark blurts out, suddenly not able to hold himself back. He steps closer towards Jackson and the younger boy just watches him cautiously, still unmoving. “Mark…” Jackson says breathlessly as he lets Mark latch onto him.
“Yes. I’m so sorry! I was so stupid!” Mark says, resting his forehead on the younger boy’s chest. “Hey. Its ok. That was forever ago Mark. We can talk later...But I have to get to practice ok?” Jackson wraps his arms around the smaller boy, burying his face into his soft pink locks.
“Your hair is pink…” Jackson laughs and Mark shouldn’t have expected anything less. Jackson has always been the one to try and lighten up everyone else’s mood no matter how hurt he might actually be. Mark knows it's not just that simple and he won’t let it go, let him go.
“Do you like it?” Mark looks up at him and smiles softly.
“Yeah.” Jackson hums.
“Hey I should go though. I’m going to be late, let’s talk it out a bit later.” the younger boy looks down at him gently, not wanting Mark to feel rejected by him. “No. Please don’t go. Don’t leave me again.” Mark whispers into his chest.
“Mark I shouldn’t….I can’t stay with you.” Jackson softly pushes him away as if he’s a delicate prized treasure that might break with a single touch. “Why not…” the tears already welling up in Mark’s eyes before he can even control himself.
“Because..Because I’ll hurt you Mark. I can’t. It’ll only hurt more.” Jackson furrows his brows, giving Mark the most apologetic look similar to the one he gave on the roof. It's a look that makes Mark feel like he’s being stabbed in the heart repeatedly.
“It won’t hurt.” Mark whispers as he closes the gap between he and Jiaer again, this time closing the gap between their lips too. His body goes into overdrive instantly at the taste of the younger boy’s lips on his. At first Mark feels Jackson tense up but the moment is very brief as he quickly returns the pressure and movement of his lips.
Their second kiss is hot and desperate and if someone was watching they would be able to tell they had been apart for far too long. Jackson drags his hand from Mark’s waist, trailing along his back until the younger’s fingers find their home in Mark’s hair. The older whimpers as Jackson’s tongue also finds into way into his warm mouth, licking and massaging Mark’s tongue.
Everything about Jiaer is intoxicating, clouding Mark’s vision as he pushes the younger boy back into his room, never once disconnecting their mouths. They’re hovering over Jackson’s bed as they continue to drink each other, Mark getting a groan from the other boy as he nips at his lower lip, trailing kisses and bites up to his ear before nipping it too.
“Yien….” Jackson breathes out deep and raspy in the older boy’s ear, using Mark’s birth name for the first time in over a year, hearing it sends shivers down Mark’s spine.
“I won’t let you go this time.” Mark whispers into Jackson’s skin. Jackson reacts with a groan as he slips his hand under Mark’s flowing shirt, desperately mapping out every inch of Mark’s skin with his fingers as if it's the last time he’ll touch him.
Mark pushes Jackson down onto the bed into a sitting position and drops to his knees, crawling in between the younger boy's spread legs. Mark looks up at him, both their eyes blown wide with lust. He mouths at Jackson's clothed hard cock, “Fuck Yien.” Jackson breathes out, throwing his head back as he let's the warmth of Mark's mouth wash over his body.
“Take it off.” Mark whines as he nips at the tent in the younger boy's sweatpants.
“Say please.” Jackson orders as looks down at Mark wishing that he could forever engrave the image below him in his mind.
Mark bites his lip pondering on if he should give in so easily but his desire to taste Jackson is stronger than his pride.
“Please.” he begs, breathless.
Jackson raises his hips enough to pull his sweatpants down below his knees, his cock springing free against the older boy’s cheek. Mark helps him the rest of the way, pulling his pants off completely as Jackson sits back down.
Mark takes the sight in fully, the last time he had seen the other boy's dick was in the video he had sent of him jerking himself off to Mark's own video, and dare he say it but he's sure it's a bit bigger now. As a matter of fact, everything about Jackson is bigger now, his body even more taut and sculpted than before and he's much taller than before. Mark feels meek and submissive, on his hands and knees, under the other boy's heavy gaze but he won't let him know that.
Mark teases as he darts his tongue out to the lick the slit of Jackson's cock, already leaking beads of precum. Mark looks up watching Jackson pant heavily, he’s awaiting the older boy to take him whole but Mark has other things in mind when he licks a tentative strip up the underside of his pulsing member earning a growl from above.
“Don't tease me.” Jackson warns as he grips a fistful of Mark’s soft pink locks, pulling a little as an extra measure. Mark whines at the strength of Jackson's grip and swirls his tongue around the head of his dick, finally sucking it into his warm wetness.
“Oh fuck.” Jackson manages to get out through the pleasure washing over his body as Mark suddenly inhales his entire length. The younger boy can feel himself being swallowed down the boy’s throat.
Mark moans, the vibration almost sending Jackson over the edged, as he feels the younger boy buck his hips into the warmth. Mark wraps his slender fingers around Jackson's thick thighs for purchase and starts to bob his head, sucking on his length. He swirls his tongue around the head again as he pulls the younger boy all the way out briefly before swallowing him whole again.
“You're so pretty for me like this Yien. Will you be a good boy for me?” Jackson growls, Mark pulls off, looking up into his lust filled eyes, “Yes I’ll be good.” he whimpers, a blush spreading heavy across his cheeks. Jackson can’t help himself as he suddenly tightens his grip on Mark’s hair, pushing back into his mouth as he starts to thrust. The image of Mark looking so wrecked already, killing his self-control.
Spit builds up as Jackson rocks his hips into the older boy’s mouth and Mark lets it drip down the side of his chin. He sucks as hard he can, hollowing out his cheeks, Jackson thrusting so deep that he sputters, choking every now and then which seems makes the younger boy groan even more.
“You’re being so good for me.” he pants, finally pulling all the way out of Mark’s mouth, spit connecting them from the tip of his cock to the tip of the other boy’s tongue.
“Mmm Jiaer.” Mark whines spreading his legs so he can see how hard he is, a wet spot forming at his crotch already.
“Come here.” All the commands from the younger boy is driving Mark crazy. He doesn't know what exactly has gotten into him but he's liking this submissive side of himself.
He gets up and climbs into Jackson's lap letting the other boy’s hands roam up his shirt again where he finds his pink, hardened nub and starts to twist and pull at it. Mark moans into the younger boy's ear as he nips at it some more.
Jackson hooks his fingers onto Mark's waistband and pulls, making Mark stand up so he can step out of them. Once Mark's member is free, Jackson immediately takes it into his strong hand and begins pumping it as it leaks all over his palm. Mark presses his forehead into Jackson's shoulder, “Jiaer…” he whimpers, beginning to rock his hips into the warm wet grip.
They stay like that, Mark straddling Jackson's lap thrusting up into his hand until he’s had enough and remembers Jackson has been neglecting himself. He swats the younger boy's hand away and starts to rut against him, the friction and the new sensation of their cocks touching causing both of them to cry out each others names.
“Yien please.” Jackson groans when Mark wraps his hand around both their lengths, holding them tightly as he thrusts into it, their precum mixing making a good warm substitute for lube. Their cocks are pressed up against each other so hotly and tightly it has them both seeing stars.
Mark is blinded by white hot pleasure as he feels Jackson sneak a finger into his puckering hole. “Jiaer!” he cries out, Jackson beginning to finger him, slipping the first digit in and out at a slow pace.
“You don't know how long I've waited to do this.” Jackson growls into the older boy's ear, adding a second finger when he feels Mark becoming more frantic in his rutting, hands still wrapped around both their now throbbing members.
“Holy shit” Jackson blurts out as Mark begins fucking himself on his fingers, the older boy's hips rising and coming back down onto his digit with a slick filthy sound.
Mark has never felt so good in his life. Jackson is fingering him better than he's ever fingered himself. His thick digits easily finding the prized spot as he desperately fucks down onto the younger boy's fingers, chasing the wave of pleasure that washes over him with every bounce.
Mark can feel Jackson twitching more and more against his warm hand as he’s nearing his end. Mark begins pumping them both faster, trying to match the pace in which he's riding Jackson's, now three, fingers.
“Jiaer it feels so good...I can cum just like this.” Mark whines, voice broken and cracking from moaning and crying out so much.
“Cum for me then..I think we're both ready.” Jackson whispers in his ear knowing how much he likes it. He watches Mark as he speeds up his motions, throwing his head back and gripping Jackson's shoulder with his free hand.
Mark suddenly cries out his name, gasping breathlessly as he’s taken over the edge when he gives a few final bounces and thrusts into his own hand, against Jackson's hot cock, his length spurting strings of white between them.
“FUCK Yien. How can you be so good for me.” he grunts as he follows soon after, covering Mark's still moving palm with his warm, thick cum.
Mark stays in Jackson's lap, panting against his neck as he tries to compose himself. After a few minutes the younger boy picks him up and settles him into the bed, laying down next to him underneath the covers.
Mark looks over at Jackson and he suddenly can’t believe what they just did. A scene he's only dreamed about. He snuggles closer to the other boy when he feels Jackson try to pull him closer by his waist.
“I missed you so much Yien.” Jackson says against his head, closing his eyes, taking in his scent again, thinking this time how much he missed that strawberry and honey smell that he's forever associated with the other boy.
“I missed you too Jiaer...I'm so sorry.” Mark says, tears prickling his eyes again.
“Hey stop crying. Please.” Jackson lifts Mark's chin and wipes away his tears.
“I'm sorry.” Mark keeps repeating himself, knowing those simple words are just not enough, “Its ok please stop…….I'm sorry too Mark.” Jackson looks down into his eyes.
“Why.” Mark says in a whisper, barely audible.
“Because we shouldn't have done what we just did. I don't want to hurt you but I'm doing it again.” This time it's Jackson who has tears welling up in his eyes.
“Why Jia-” Mark doesn't even get to finish his sentence before they hear the sound of their front door opening. Mark sits up with a swift motion, suddenly alert and aware that he may have left the door unlocked
“Jackson?” a small voice calls out.
Jackson without warning jumps up and out of the bed, leaving Mark’s side feeling empty and cold. He pulls on his sweatpants and picks up Mark’s shirt. Mark is stunned and wide-eyed when he pulls the oversized shirt back over his head, grabbing the older’s hand and pulling him up out of the bed.
“What the fuck are you doing.” Mark seethes at Jackson’s frantic behavior.
“I-....Yien please.” Jackson looks at him with that stupid apologetic face and Mark suddenly feels a sense of impending doom washing over him.
“Jackson???” the voice calls out again as it gets closer.
“Who-” Mark starts, when a girl suddenly appears in the doorway of Jackson's room. She's really pretty is Mark's first thought, his second is who is she.
“Jackson! The door was unlocked? And I came looking for you cause they told me you didn't come to practice.” she pouts at the younger boy, walking over to grab his arm. The action sends Mark’s emotions flying in every direction. Jealousy, anger, sadness, and confusion all smacking into him at once.
“I- I got a little tangled up.” Jackson sighs as he glances at Mark, again trying to read his face for a reaction. But Mark is the king of poker faces so it's pretty much mission impossible.
“Oh is this your roommate?!” the girl shrieks with glee. Jackson just nods and everything about his sudden change in behavior and even demeanor makes Mark think nothing but the worst.
“Well since you're not gonna introduce us. I'm Hani, Jackson's girlfriend.” she says, holding out her small hand.
Little does she know those simple words has everything in Mark's world crashing down around him.