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The sharp tang of antiseptic and latex fills the air, rushing into Jackson's nostrils every time he inhales, torturing him as the (very unwelcome) smell of death and dentists permeates his lungs. He could theoretically breathe through his mouth to avoid the vile stench, but the cold air would just reduce him to an embarrassing mess hacking his lungs out until a receptionist eventually gets tired of filming him and actually helps him only to fail because she can't really do anything, after which she'll start to panic and maybe call an ambulance all while Jackson won't stop coughing because every cough makes him inhale a large gulp of cold air that would irritate his throat and make him cough even more until he eventually runs out of the air conditioned -30 degrees (Celsius, not Fahrenheit. Fahrenheit makes no sense. Fahrenheit is F and F is for fail so Fahrenheit is a fail and no one should ever use it) and breathes in normal room temperature air. Provided he doesn't die of shame before that.
Or maybe he's just overthinking. He has a tendency to do that.
He's virtually alone, just him holding his phone in a death grip, spread out on a large empty sofa tucked in a corner with an old lady at the opposite end of the room taking off and putting on her dentures. Again. And again. And again. Normally, he'd be royally pissed. Seriously, that shit is annoying. But not today. Divine intervention made it so. Or demonic, depending on how you choose to view it. In his opinion, it's definitely demonic.
He hears the loud soul saliva sucking device, accompanied with the harsh screech of metal scratching against teeth. I am a man, a manly ass man. Men do not get scared of stupid things like the dentist. His hands clutch his phone even tighter still, flexing his muscles in an effort to convince himself that yes, he is a manly man. Biceps, triceps, toned forearms; damn he's fit. And manly. Very manly. And very not afraid. Not afraid at all. Just... worried for his privacy.
See dentistry is a very intimate affair. It's someone poking and prodding your insides. Not that way. As in the skeletons-are-inside-the-body-so-that's-technically-my-insides way. Also teeth are inside the mouth so that counts too.
The screeching stops.
Footsteps echo down the corridor.
A nurse.
"Jackson Wang?" He calls, eyes flicking from the paper in his hands to the barely filled waiting area before him.
Shit.
Jackson freezes, startled by the voice of the demon. It takes a while for him to register what he said, but he does. At like, the third time he called. Flashing a wide, faker-than-legos-in-a-wild-jungle smile at him, he jumps up from his seat and turns to greet him.
"Oh uh - Jackson! Yeah! That's - that's me, Jackson. Wang. Jackson Wang." He sincerely thanks his tongue, for never working whenever it is needed. "Sorry I -"
The nurse, by some small mercy, ignores his useless stuttering, simply directing him to Satan's dungeon the room.
"This way please."
There is no escape from hell. Satan is here for him. And his soul. And money. Mostly the money.
Every squeal of his sneakers against the rubbery floor feels like a note to his death march. The sheets of paper cradled in the nurse's arm rustle gently as they bounce lightly with every step taken. Kind of like a companion piece to his tragic final song. Let it be known that Jackson Wang is the world's biggest drama queen (after Sirius Black) and aspiring poet.
They stop at one of the many nondescript wooden doors, transparent card holders filled with the names Dr Mark Tuan and Park Jinyoung stuck on the wall beside it. The nurse slides open the door to reveal a lanky figure resting against a table. He doesn't seem to notice the new arrivals, too distracted by his phone screen.
"Mark-hyung, the patient," the nurse says in a clipped tone.
"Huh?" Lanky Dude looks up in surprise.
"Sorry, didn't see you there. I'm Mark and I'll be your dentist for today," he smiles at Jackson and gestures to the nurse, "The nurse who led you here is my nurse/assistant Jinyoung."
He has a vague thought of oh so that's Jinyoung but it's quickly overshadowed by oh no he's hot and 10/10 would bang. Jackson's not blind, he knows quality when he sees it. Well shite. He is a manly ass man. God damn is that manly ass hot.
First off, Jackson would really really like to touch Mark's hair. Soft and fluffy, it's dyed a weird shade of pale dusty purplish grey that perfectly complements his fair, probably just as soft skin. Not to mention it would look great next to his own blonde head. Judging by his face, the dude is probably Aphrodite's offspring or something. That would explain a lot. Especially the pretty pink lips. He's not a pervert, he just knows how to appreciate beauty when he sees it, okay?
So, caught up in the overwhelming attractive demi-god Adonis reincarnate that is Mark, Jackson mindlessly lets himself be ordered to the chair of death. It feels like a dream, being in such a hellish place with an angel.
Even as the foul smelling bib is placed on him, the spell doesn't break. Jackson's eyes remain fixated on Mark, uncaring of the blue mask that covers his face from nose down. His eyes are gorgeous too. The sunglasses they give him to shield him from the glare of the teeth lighter thingy (Jackson isn't a dentist so there is no reason why he would know what it's called, he is not dumb, he just never had a reason to find out ) does nothing to dim the light of the heavens surrounding Mark. The poking and prodding of thin metallic weapons don't even bother him. They can't, not when it's Mark using them.
The session goes by in a flash, most of it a blur with the exception of the breathtaking face. It ends with a slip of paper and a soft smile, both courtesy of Mark Tuan, god's gift to the world. And, for the first time in his 22 years of existence, he sulkily drags his feet when leaving.
He comes to a conclusion. Jackson Wang is a manly ass man. Jackson Wang is also gay as fuck. Scratch that, make it gay as double fuck for a certain Mark Tuan.
King Puppy [1.12pm]
oh my god
oh my god
dude
dude
dude
[image attached]
he gave me his number on a piece of paper
aND SAID SEE YOU TOMORROW HE ASKED ME ON A DATE IS THIS REAL LIFE
DUDE
BRO
MATE
HYUNG
WHERE YOU
HYUNGGGGGGGGG
HYUNG
HYUNG
HYUNG
ill keep spamming u till you answer
HYUNG
JAEBUM HYUNG
BBOY KING
JBBOY KING
heh geddit?
cuz like jb
and bboy
so jbboy
HYUNG WHERE ARE YOU
DONT LEAVE ME
Despite times call for desperate measures.
King Puppy [1.20pm]
Oi Im Jaebum
Im Jaebum [1.20pm]
Yah mind your language
Awh yis.
King Puppy [1.20pm]
HYUNG YOU'RE ALIVE
WHERE WERE YOU I WAS HAVING A CRISIS
Im Jaebum [1.21pm]
I was busy
Jackson
He's a dentist
He's going to extract your teeth
That is not a date
King Puppy [1.21pm]
MINOR DETAILS
Im Jaebum [1.22pm]
*Very major detail
King Puppy [1.22pm]
EXCUSE ME HYUNG BUT WHO IS THE MORE SOCIALLY EPT PERSON HERE
THATS RIGHT ITS ME
ITS A DATE IF I SAY IT IS
Im Jaebum [1.22pm]
Watch it
I'm still your hyung
And please, proper punctuation
"That's"
"It's"
King Puppy [1.23pm]
okok sorry
Im Jaebum [1.23pm]
Capitalise
King Puppy [1.23pm]
I REFUSE
YADA
NEIN
Carl Marx-ssi would not approve
King Puppy [1.30pm]
hyung?
King Puppy [1.31pm]
STOP IGNORING ME
Im Jaebum [1.31pm]
Received 1:31pm
King Puppy [1.31pm]
HYUNG
Im Jaebum [1.32pm]
Jesus christ go suck Mark's dick or something just leave me alone
Unlike you I actually have work to do
King Puppy [1.32pm]
like what
suck ur mystery bf's dick?
☞ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° ☞
Im Jaebum [1.33pm]
Go to hell
King Puppy [1.33pm]
☞ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° ☞
"Jinyoung-ah."
"Yes, hyung?"
"I think I'm in love."
"You don't even know him."
Mark sighs sagely like the old man he is (or isn't, Jinyoung's still debating), "Love is love, my young dongsaeng."
"You say it like I'm not already dating," Jinyoung scoffs.
"Im Jaebum does not count."
"Im Jaebum totally counts."
"Im Jaebum did not first meet you in a dental clinic."
"Im Jaebum has great teeth."
"Im Jaebum is thus not counted."
"Im Jaebum -"
"Is here," said Im Jaebum interrupts, "to save his boyfriend from the clutches of my best friend's crush."
Im-hates-skin-ship-Jaebum casually slings an arm around Jinyoung's shoulder, herding him out of the room and away from a confused Mark.
The moment they're gone, Mark's phone lights up.
Im Jaebum [6.00pm]
Im Jaebum would like to remind Mark Tuan that Jackson Wang is in love with Mark Tuan and Mark Tuan will die a slow and painful death if he hurts Jackson Wang
Markie-pooh [6.00pm]
Youre kidding
Im Jaebum [6.00pm]
*you're
Markie-pooh [6.00pm]
YOU MEAN TO SAY HE HAS A CRUSH ON ME TOO???
Im Jaebum [6.01pm]
Received 6:01pm
Markie-pooh [6.01pm]
YAH IM JAEBUM
Im Jaebum [6.02pm]
! Message not sent
Markie-pooh [6.02pm]
I hate you
Jackson is fine. He is totally, completely, perfectly, absolutely fine. Big metal needles don't scare him. At all. Nope nope nope. Jackson Wang is a brave, dashing young man who fears nothing. Not even sharp pointy sticks designed to inflict maximum pain. Downsized swords really. And he's a fencer, so swords don't scare him, no matter that he isn't wearing armour.
"It may feel a bit uncomfortable, but it's better than enduring the pain of extraction without anaesthetic," Mark had told him as he applied some weird numbing paste on his gums, "But if at any time you feel like you can't bear it, just let me know."
At first it was fine, just a tiny, slightly uncomfortable prick. "Everything will be alright," he'd thought.
Everything was not alright.
Deep, piercing pain (no shit Jackson) lanced through his gums (inner Jaebum-hyung please shut up). The needle drilled in, torturing a poor poor Jackson who did nothing to deserve such suffering.
Which brings us to the present — a plane of existence in which Jackson Wang is definitely not screaming.
He feels betrayed. "If you can't bear it just let me know," how very helpful. His high-pitched not-screaming-maybe-just-a-long-continuous-whine sure as hell signals his state of agony. But did they do anything? No. God save him he is dying.
"That's it... Just focus on Mark-hyung's beautiful half-covered face," Jinyoung murmurs, firm grip on his chin holding his head still. "You're doing very well."
Whatever Jinyoung's idea of "very well" is, he needs to raise his standards. Jackson is not exactly "very well" at the moment.
"Hey," Mark calls out, "it's almost over, just a bit more."
Strangely, Jackson finds himself comforted by Mark's words. Maybe it's Mark's voice that makes all the difference, low and soothing, pleasant and relaxing. Or maybe Jackson's biased. Mostly the latter. Either way, it works.
Jackson focuses his watery eyes – from the glare of the lights, not due to the pain – on the exposed upper area or Mark's face. That face is 100% confirmed magical. He can attest to it, the pure majesty of it ridding him of 99.999% of the pain. Granted, the needle was taken out at that time. But still.
The needle withdraws and disappears from his vision. All is well, it's over.
Inner Jaebum-hyung smirks, leaning over his shoulder, "Bitch you thought."
Alas, small naive Jackson noticed not the large torture device refilled and back for more. Relief was a lie.
"Jackson-ssi," Mark gently taps his jaw with the hand not holding the death contraption, "please open your mouth."
Hell is still hell, even if Satan looks like a beautiful archangel wielding a flaming sword about to cut him down.
When Jackson leaves the clinic, he's dribbling a disgusting mix of blood and saliva that's just barely absorbed by the paper towel offered to him because apparently God is a dick and makes a drooling, numb mouthed Jackson Mark's last impression of him. Praise be.
The clinic's pleasantly silent, the click of a mouse as Mark updates computerised files and Jinyoung quietly cleans the tools. It works, neither of them being particularly talkative people.
Click.
Mark spins his chair to face Jinyoung. He stares into a space beyond his colleague, eyes focused on something visible only to him.
"Jinyoung."
"What is it, hyung?"
"He's single. I'm single. Logically speaking we should date."
"Please do us all a favour and buy a new brain."
"Excuse me, this brain topped the cohort."
"... Get help."
"Another dose of Jackson Wang will do."
He's moping. The great Jackson Wang, King Wild and Sexy.
King Puppy [01.37am]
hyung
hyung
my big strong reliable hyung thats always here for me~
where you
jaebum hyung
jb hyung
j hyung
gay hyung
Im Jaebum [1.40am]
What the fuck
It's almost 2am why are you still awake
Go sleep
Stop bugging me
King Puppy [1.40am]
2PM AYEEEEEEE
Im Jaebum [1.40am]
I'm blocking you
Also it's 2am now not 2pm idiot
King Puppy [1.41am]
NO WAIT
DONT
THIS IS IMPORTANT
I SWEAR
LIKE THE WORLD IS ENDING AND IM GONNA COMBUST KIND OF IMPORTANT
(i know u were still up watching youtube lol)
Im Jaebum [1.41am]
Shut up
What do you want
King Puppy [1.41am]
haihai
how does one get a dentists phone number
Im Jaebum [1.42am]
By asking nicely
And treating me to lunch for a week
King Puppy [1.42am]
ha like id waste my money on you
wait
what the fuck
WhAT THe FUcK
YOU HAVE HIS NUMBER WHAT
Im Jaebum [1.42am]
Hm I wonder
King Puppy [1.43am]
HYUNG DONT TEASE ME
TELL ME
I HAVE A MIGHTY NEED
THIS IS A MATTER OF LIFE AND DEATH
Im Jaebum [1.43am]
Ah
It sure is nice having mystery boyfriends with connections
King Puppy [1.43am]
HYUNG PLS
Im Jaebum [1.44am]
What can you offer me in exchange
Information commands quite a price you know
King Puppy [1.44am]
WHY ARE YOU SO EVIL
JUST TELL ME
WHAT ARE YOU URSULA???
Im Jaebum [1.44am]
And you're a dumb little mermaid with bad teeth that needs me to get your darling prince
Lunch for a week or the deal's off
King Puppy [1.45am]
did you just
Im Jaebum [1.45am]
I did just
King Puppy [1.45am]
i cant believe you
Im Jaebum [1.46am]
Stop judging me
That was a good one
Just answer the damn question
Your only chance at love is in my hands
King Puppy [1.46am]
fuck you
Im Jaebum [1.46am]
No thanks, ask Mark instead
But since I'm a nice hyung I'll take that as a yes
[contact attached]
King Puppy [1.47am]
THANK
ARIGATOU
DANKE
BLESS YOU
GOOD NIGHT/MORNING SWEET DREAMS MAY YOU MARRY YOUR MYSTERY BF AND HAVE BEAUTIFUL MYSTERY BABIES
Im Jaebum [1.47am]
Fuck off
Jackson has a mental handbook for How To Approach [insert scenario]. Metaphorically flipping through the nonexistent pages, he finds the How To Approach Scoring A Date With Your Crush section woefully useless. It goes as follows:
Step 1: Get his number
Step 2: Freak out
Step 3: Spend the rest of your days contemplating what to send
Step 4: Dissolve into a sobbing pile of mush over your inability to send a simple text
Step 5: Keep crying
All steps perfectly executed and not a single date scored. Well technically he is still single and at a coffee shop so yes a single date. Sipping his overpriced Starbucks latte, he stares longingly through the window at the dental clinic across the street. So what if he's been here for the past few days trying to catch a glimpse of his beloved target dentist. He is an excellent marksman after all (inner Jaebum throttles inner Jackson at that).
He ducks his head low and tries to blend in with the general youth... who are all respectable looking people dressed in smart casual attire. Jackson all-black-and-snapback (with a six pack) sticks out like a big ugly bruise in the sea of prim and proper. It's not his fault the clinic is located in such a classy area, okay? Granted, he probably should've worn more appropriate clothing but pre-caffeine Jackson didn't think of the consequences.
For the hundredth time, he wonders how Jaebum managed to get a boyfriend while he's burning money just to spy on his man.
"For no particular reason at all," a voice in his ear jolts him back to reality, "note that Mark-hyung's favourite cafe is the little blue one tucked at the corner." An arm pointing at a distant blob down the street enters his line of sight.
Jackson whirls around to the grinning face of Mark's assistant, Park Jinyoung. The latter gives him a small salute and walks away with a quick "you didn't hear it from me."
Sometimes you find love in unexpected places. Other times you find unexpected wingmen.
King Puppy [5.03pm]
help
Im Jaebum [5.03pm]
Grow a pair
King Puppy [5.03pm]
how do i ask someone out
like
i thought i could
but apparently i cant
IS SENPAI NOTICE ME AN OK FIRST MSG
IS SENDING A MEME SOCIALLY ACCEPTABLE
OH GOD I CANT DO THIS
Im Jaebum [5.04pm]
Well for starters you don't stalk the fuck out of him
King Puppy [5.04pm]
SHUT UP I WAS GATHERING INFORMATION
SLEUTHING
NOT STALKING
I EVEN FOUND OUT WHICH CAFE IS HIS FAVOURITE HA
Im Jaebum [5.04pm]
Yes yes because I totally did not pull some strings to help your pathetic ass make some "new discoveries"
King Puppy [5.05pm]
what
WHAT ARE YOU IMPLYING
Im Jaebum [5.05pm]
Just ask if he's free at whatever time
Then ask him to go for lunch/dinner with you
Try lunch if you wanna save money
King Puppy [5.05pm]
danke
cheapskate
Im Jaebum [5.06pm]
I prefer the term thrifty
King Puppy [5.06pm]
whatever you say
miser
His heart pounds, every beat thudding with an echo that fills him, drowning out the sounds of the world. The red organ swells rapidly, pushing away the others, pressing them flush against the thin barrier if his skin. His lungs barely work, each breath he takes shallow and barely taking in the oxygen he desperately needs. His legs feel disconnected, like external lumps of flesh sewed on to him without wiring the nerves to his brain. His frozen hands hold up the burning metallic device, muscles feeling like rigid slabs of stone incapable of movement. Only the slightest twitch of his fingers show any signs of life in him. He feels caked in plaster, his insides pushing against the stiff cracking exterior, about to burst out of him — much like a balloon brought to an altitude high above the sea level at which it was inflated.
His heart beats once. A softer pound follows.
He's drowning in it all.
"Jackson stop being such a drama queen and send the damn message." Jaebum groans from where he's flopped on the sofa.
He's lazing on the sofa, head propped up slightly by the armrest. On his chest lies Nora (Jaebum's precious baby), fast asleep under the bridge of his raised arms, linked by the phone (Jaebum's other precious baby) cradled in his hands. From the look on his face, Jackson assumes he's texting the mystery boyfriend (Jaebum's other other precious baby).
Jackson, on the other hand, is stoning on the floor at the prospect of sending his own precious baby a message. A lifetime's worth of effort, condensed into a small text message.
Jackson exhales shakily, phone trembling as it's held in unsteady limbs. "To send or not to send, that is the – FUCK!"
King Puppy [8.24pm]
hi
Jackon the genius of the century had somehow dropped his phone on his foot and, using his feet powers, sent the message. His "masterfully crafted message made with blood sweat and tears".
Markie-pooh [8.24pm]
Sorry, who is this?
Eternal, unending screaming into the void. He's rendered to a curled up humanoid ball of ear piercing screams. Think porcupine, but with the quills as high pitched screeches shooting out in every direction. Sharp arrows of sound waves find their way solidly in poor Jaebum and Nota ear drums, not even Jaebum's solid shield of "shut up or I'll hit you" is effective.
Jaebum reckons Jackson screamed himself to unconsciousness when the noise suddenly dies down. As the slumped body would say, "rood".
King Puppy [8.25pm]
[video attached]
Please date him
He is desperate
- Jaebum
Markie-pooh [8.25pm]
JAEBUM EXPLAIN YOURSELF
WHAT IS THIS
King Puppy [8.25pm]
Your date this Friday
7.30 after work
The quaint cafe down the street that you like
Smart casual
"We're done here Nora. Let's go home," coos Jaebum, gently stroking his beloved cat's soft fur.
The phone is left buzzing endlessly on the floor at the foot of the couch. At least Mark's spam would remind him to check his inbox.
King Puppy [9.46pm]
WHAT HAVE YOU DONE
DID YOU REALLY
HOW COULD YOU
FILM ME AT MY LOWEST MOMENT
AND SEND IT
TO THE LOVE OF MY LIFE
HYUNG WHY
WHAT IS THIS BETRAYAL
Im Jaebum [9.46pm]
I simply helped you get a date since you're clearly too much of a wimp to do so yourself
King Puppy [9.46pm]
HYUNG
Im Jaebum [9.47pm]
Also I was showing Mark your true self
So you don't have to pretend to be dignified/a normal functioning human being
Less pressure that way
Aren't I a good hyung?
King Puppy [9.47pm]
traitor
King Puppy [6.00pm]
hyung
Im Jaebum [6.00pm]
Shouldn't you be preparing for your date
Go
Shoo
King Puppy [6.00pm]
i prepped
not that way
maybe a little
Im Jaebum [6.01pm]
I did not need to know that
Bye
King Puppy [6.01pm]
im outside the cafe
Im Jaebum [6.01pm]
Why???
King Puppy [6.01pm]
IDK MAN
I FREAKED AND DIDNT WANNA BE LATE SO I LEFT EARLY AND I REALISE I MAY BE A BIT TOO EARLY
FUCK
Im Jaebum [6.02pm]
Idiot
Go wait at the coffee shop you used to stalk him at
King Puppy [6.02pm]
BUT LIKE
HED SEE ME LEAVE
AND REALISE I WAS HERE TOO DAMN EARLY
HALP
Im Jaebum [6.02pm]
Wait
King Puppy [6.02pm]
???
Jirongie [6.02pm]
Jaebummie-hyung
A very whipped Mark is leaving the clinic
Like now
Tell me the lovestruck puppy is early too
Im Jaebum [6.03pm]
... Both of them are idiots
But yeah he's here early too
Loitering around and contemplating stalking Mark from the coffee shop in fact
Should I just tell him to go to the cafe?
Jirongie [6.03pm]
Dont be mean
But yes please do
Im Jaebum [6.03pm]
I'm not being mean, just stating facts
Im Jaebum [6.04pm]
Scratch that
Go to the cafe
Now
King Puppy [6.04pm]
?????????
Im Jaebum [6.04pm]
Go
In the approximately four minutes and twenty seven seconds he'd spent awkwardly loitering on the street, Jackson's run through the cafe name about ten times (he comes to the conclusion that "boulangerie" in white fine cursive font printed on a teal blue board should be the name) and the messages Hacker Jaebum sent after possessing his phone like the demon he is.
He also realises that his carefully picked black dress shirt, grey slacks and dark brown shoes may be a bit of an overkill. Even his slightly rolled up sleeves (a last ditch effort at being casual) may not be enough.
"Oh Jackson-ssi!" A very familiar, nice sounding voice exclaims from behind.
Jackson does not accidentally scream.
"Ah, Mark-ss... shit" he whispers reverently, mouth dry at the sight before him.
He has on a form fitting navy blue blazer over a plain white shirt and dark jeans. People should not look at good in generic smart casual clothes. But Mark is a literal angel that would make even old newspaper look like fashion.
He walks up to him, arms almost brushing against each other. Smiling cutely, Mark steps towards the glass doors.
"Shall we?"
As much as he wishes otherwise, it's awkward right from the start. There really should be a book on dating tips for gay people. If two guys on a date are gentlemen, who should be the one to open the door? Who pulls out the seat for the other? Should it be the taller? The more muscular? But it's not exactly right to make such assumptions purely based off outer appearances, is it? Damm this heteronormative society.
Simply entering was awkward. Both of them reached for the door only to spring apart to make way for the other. They eventually play and equally awkward game of rock paper scissors to decide who opens the door. (They tie five times before Jackson finally emerges victorious.)
They avoid eye contact all the way to their table, where they hide their faces behind the tall menus.
"So uh," Mark starts, "what are you getting?"
Jackson peruses the long list, weighing ten different dishes in mind.
"... Pasta?"
The moment the words leave his lips, he regrets his decision. Granted, Mark looked adorable with his face scrunched up, but disapproval is disapproval, no matter how cute.
His date reaches across the table, elbows settling on the small wooden surface as a finger nudges down his copy of the menu.
"You just extracted a tooth a few days ago," Mark frowns, "you shouldn't eat such solid food so soon."
Jackson is mortified. Stupid stupid stupid Jackson you gigantic idi –
"Get this instead."
He doesn't know what Mark pointed at, doesn't care really, too much in a daze at the ethereal being in front of him.
As the date progresses, they start to loosen up, the awkwardness becomes a distant memory. Jackson enters full Wang Puppy mode and Mark expresses his profound love for dogs. They also rant about the Meme of the Frog year, complaining that the "poor doggos and puppers have been left behind in favour of sock frogs like wtf bring back the derpy shibes they were and are still perfectly fine." Jackson feels strongly about it. Especially since he identifies as puppy most of the time.
Just as Jackson's about to drink his soup (about time he found out what exactly Mark ordered for him really), he gets interrupted by said dog lover.
"Wait, wait!" Mark lunges forward, grabbing his wrist tightly.
Slowly prying the spoon from Jackson's grip, he brings it to his side of the table and blows on the soup, cooling it. Only after deeming it sufficiently cooled does he stretch out his arm once more before Jackson's mouth.
"Your gum is still sensitive, don't eat such hot food until it fully heals, okay?" He says, prodding the warm metal against Jackson's lips.
Staring the elder straight in the eye, Jackson wraps his lips against the spoon, humming in agreement.
This time, Mark's mouth goes dry.
Im Jaebum [11.48pm]
How did it go
Do I have to give him The Talk(tm)
Im Jaebum [12.55am]
Did you die
"Leave marks, please," Jackson begs, breathy moans spilling from his lips as he desperately grinds against the hard body beneath him.
He feels Mark grin into his bared neck, whining softly at the light nip he gets.
"With pleasure."
King Puppy [8.30am]
i hv tasted the dentist equipment
i am one with the soul sucking dentist device
he can prod my insides with his tools anytime
Im Jaebum [8.30am]
I did not and will never need to know what you do with Mark in bed
King Puppy [8.30am]
who said anything about a bed
it was a sofa lol
Im Jaebum [8.30am]
Why do you do this to me
King Puppy [8.31am]
certain sources told me you weren't coming back so
can you blame us
Im Jaebum [8.31am]
OH MY GOD YOU DID IT ON OUR SOFA
WHAT THE FUCK DUDE
I LIVE THERE
I SIT THERE
HOW COULD YOU
King Puppy [8.31am]
:D
* 8==D