I feel bad that I didn't updated this story for so long so I decided to upload twice today! Oh and also, warning for a bit lemon and a trigger warning. Btw, I sucked at writing lemon so bare with me.

3rd Person's POV

"I couldn't believe you did that!" Mark laughed gleefully, still holding hands with Jack as he unlocked their dorm door. "I know right?" He grinned but quickly changed into a look of worriedness. "But..."

"But what?" Mark paused, looking Jack in the eyes.

"Y-You're not mad that I caused both of us to... 'Came out', right? I'm sorry that I didn't told you about the plan and now people in that classroom are probably spreading the words and—"

Jack muffled as a pair of warm lips pressed on his. "Jack, I don't mind." Mark smiled, swinging the door open. "I'm actually happy that we can finally came out! I was dying to be your boyfriend and let other people know that you're with me."

The green-haired man became silent, his face was pure red but with a warm smile on his face. "Okay..."

"Jack..." Mark called his boyfriend (damn, its so nice to write that word instead of 'friend'), drawing a long sigh. "Jenifer kept calling me. It's super annoying."

"Then ignore her." Jack replied sternly. "It's not that hard. Besides, you did it to me back then right? How hard can it be?"

Mark noticed that Jack sounded hurt as he stares towards him who is looking away, pretending to be busy. "Look, I'm sorry, okay?" the older man stood up from the couch, walking towards him as he wrap his hand around Jack's waist and resting his head on his shoulders. "I was... confused. I didn't know what to do."

Jack sighs as he pat Mark's cheeks lovingly. "It's okay Mark... I'm the one who's supposed to say sorry." He then paused, collecting his thoughts. "I got a bit carried away when I hear her name... But at the end, I still have you." He ended the sentence by cupping Mark face and kissed his lips it tenderly as the other man lean in, embracing it. The kiss slowly became longer and heated, as Jack turns around and face Mark, who now picked him up and pushed him onto the wall. Jack moans towards the feeling, wanting more. Mark took his chance and slid his tongue in, battling for dominance. Jack was too weak and couldn't resist the pleasure, letting Mark took over.

Suddenly, Mark phone buzzes a ringtone. He grunted and quickly digs for his phone from his pocket and turns it off, shoving it back in, not even bothering to look at it. "Don't you want to check it first?" Jack panted, desperate for air.

"It's probably Jenifer, or anyone. I don't care right now." Mark answered, slamming his lips back onto Jack's, earning a soft cry from the smaller man. He spoke with a deep voice between his kisses,

"I only care about you."

The words send shivers down Jack's spine, making him moan in delight. Mark then picked up Jack and walk towards the couch. Mark gently puts Jack down, not wanting to hurt him, not even a bit. He plants one more deep, loving kiss onto his lips, slowly traveling down to his neck. He then nibbles on his pale skin, trying to find his sweet spots.

"M-Mark..." Jack squirms as his breathing hitched. It seems that Mark has found the perfect spot. Grinning, he continues to suck and nibble on that particular spot, leaving a nice bright hickey for everyone to see. His hand slowly travels down Jack's shirt, trying to pull it out.

Jack eyes widened because of the act, quickly pulling Mark's arm away. Mark, who's obviously shocked, pulled away from Jack. "W-What's wrong? Did I do something that you don't like...?"

"I just remembered that... uhm, I have a small project that needs to be done soon!" He nervously said. "But I... I should take a quick shower first." He quickly stood up, walking towards the bathroom on a quick pace, like he wants to leave the room that he was in as soon as possible, slamming the door and quickly locking it, leaving Mark alone; confused and worried.

On the other side of the door, Jack quickly turns on the shower, letting the sound of water dripping filling up the room as he lean onto a wall besides the door, sliding down because his knees went weak. Tears starting to build up in his eyes, with each one travel down his cheeks as he sobs silently. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his chest as his breathing became shorter and shorter.

"Oh no, it came back..." Jack muttered under his breath, trying to control himself. "I can't let him know about this..."

After a while, a soft knock could be heard from the door, followed by a worried voice. "Jack, are you okay?"

He tried to let out his voice but his throat went empty. Drowning in his own fear, he tried to say something, anything! He was desperate, regretting that he locked himself away in the bathroom. He should've had the courage to say it... but the past still haunts his memories and locking him away.

On the other side of the door, Mark felt uneasy. He knows that something was wrong; he knew Jack too well. He kept knocking, hoping for an answer. Minutes have passed. Nothing.

Something must've happened to Jack.

"Jack! I know that you're not taking a shower! Talk to me, please!" He shouted, despair could be heard in his tone. Jack on the other hand was desperate to speak, but tears kept dripping down his face and everything was out of his control.

The feeling of uneasy kept building inside of Mark, fearing that Jack did something to himself. With the fear of losing the one he loved so much, he had no other choice but to force open the door.

"I'm going to open the door!" Mark shouted as he slammed the door. With a loud Bam, the door swung open as Mark ran inside, finding that Jack was on the floor, breathing uncontrollably.

"Jack! What happened?!" He quickly turns off the shower and picked him up from the floor, carrying him towards their bedroom. He could feel that Jack was shaking and his heart was beating wildly. He then gently put him down onto his bed but was stopped; Jack was sobbing madly, wrapping his hand around Mark, not wanting to let go. He could take a hint as he sat down on the edge of the bed, letting Jack sat on his lap as he hugged him tightly.

"Shh... it's okay...I'm here." Mark purred, rubbing the younger man's back lovingly. Jack was a bit calmer as he rests his head on Mark's shoulder, still crying and sniffing softly. Even though Mark sounded calm, his heart was beating fast. Was he the one that caused Jack to be this sorrow? Was he the one that made him cry like he never did before? But he can't pressure him right now.

He just needed to be there with him.

A/N: Whoops another drama??? I'm so sorry, my hand slipped. Please don't hate me.