[A/N : First of all, 600+ reads, 30+ comments and 50+ stars?! Holy hell, thank you so much guys! I'm so happy that people actually read my story and (hopefully) enjoying it! :D It gives me motivation to create more so thank you again! It really means a lot to me <3 Anyways, enjoy the story~ (and sorry if this one took so long because for some reason I want to create tension? idk hehe)]

Mark's POV

After that incident, Jack never went back into our dorm. I tried to call and text him everyday but he never answered any of them. Back in the park, I was about to say that the kiss meant nothing, that I love him all along. But, something is holding me back from saying so. I remembered how dry my lips and throat was, how my head became heavy, how everything was a total mess inside and out. It hurts me to see the one that I care so much about cried in front of me and I couldn't do anything except standing there helplessly looking at their weak body and soul.

I didn't come to class after that too. My body and mind was just too hectic to be having lessons about engineering and those complicated things. Jenifer and my friends texted and called me constantly but I didn't answer any of them. I even cried and lose many hours worth of sleep and my entire body just stop responding.

I know that there's no point of me sobbing about the love that I never have in the first place, but I don't know... It just hurt, so much that words couldn't begin to explain what I'm feeling, not even a bit.

But today, I decided to encourage myself and took a risk. I need to meet him and explain everything.

Jack's POV

"Jack, are you even listening to me?" Felix asked, waving his hand in front of my face. "Um... what? Sorry... I was, I didn't know you were talking." I mumbled, regaining my consciousness.

Felix sighed, as he stood up. "Jesus Jack, this thing needs to stop." "Said the one who encourage me to take the leap of faith." I spoke bitterly.

"I'm sorry, okay? I just thought that this shit is going to work out. I thought that you actually met the love—" "Well you know what I think about love? Love is just a fucking bullshit that we feel because we are desperate human beings looking for someone to fuck with."

"Jack, calm down! You're not yourself!" Felix shriek, desperation can be heard in his tone. "Well, I guess I'm not." He sighed once more, as he drag his legs into the entrance door. "I'm really really sorry Jack, I really do."

"I know, I just... I need time, okay? Sorry Felix..." I said, brushing my messy green hair in frustration.

"It's okay... if you're still staying with us, don't forget dinner okay? Ken is making something special tonight." He said as a faint smile appeared on his features.

"I'll see if I can make it." He nodded, leaving me alone in the enormous classroom. I sighed, taking out a pack of cigarette that I bought earlier and start lighting it up. Since that day, I started smoking to make my mind distracted. I start smoking the cigarette and blew a cloud of smoke, as it vanishes into the air. I repeat the cycle a couple of times, when suddenly, I heard the door slowly creaks, as footsteps can be heard; it was a rather fast-paced one. Shit, if it's the professor, I'm doomed.

Suddenly, the figure reveals itself, showing the man that I was afraid of seeing. But, he looks... different. He was wearing a loose gray jacket with a pair of sweatpants. His skin was pale and his fluffy pink hair was a mess, not in the best of ways. A noticeable eye bag could be seen in the bottom of his eyes and his beautiful brown eyes lost its warm spark, making him so foreign and seem like a stranger in my eyes. It looks like he hasn't got out of bed for days or even shut his eyes for a second and he even looks thinner than the last time I met him; he was a total mess. 

"I didn't know you smoke." He said, walking slowly towards me.

"M-Mark?" I stuttered, almost dropping my cigarette as I rub my eyes, hoping that it wasn't him. "Sean, we need to talk, please. I'm begging you." He whimpered as he took a seat in front of me, looking at me in the eyes. I was flustered due to the fact that he used my real name. "About what? There's nothing to talk about."

He laughs sarcastically, still looking at me in the eyes. "Really, Jack? Are you really going to say that? After you ran away from the dorm? After you shouted at me in the park? After you've been gone for god knows how long, you're still going to say that?"

I couldn't speak as he continues. "And look, if you're somehow mad about the kiss between me and Jenifer, I swear to god it meant nothi—" "Oh really? But it looks to me that you enjoy it so fucking much you actually embrace that shit!" I accused him, standing up in rage. I could feel that my blood was boiling and my temper is running high all over again. Great.

"It wasn't supposed to be like that, okay?! And why are you so pissed, anyways? Its not like we're dating or anything!" He screamed, standing up as well. I felt my heart dropped into the ground when he said that. "Jack, I care about you, don't—" Before I could let him finished his sentence, I lift my hand, throwing it across his face. The slapping skin can be heard echoed through the entire room. My palm that was used to slap him was bright red with a tingling pain, as the same color was painted on his cheek, but in a more darker shade.

We both stood there, as both of our bodies paralyzed. He then tried to open his mouth as I spoke before him. "I actually love ya, Mark... so so much ya will never know how much it hurts for me to see ya kissin' another person." I whimpered in agony as my accent became more noticeable. His eyes widened, as he tried to speak but I stopped him as I put one of my hand in front of his mouth. "My mistake." I said boldly as put down the cigarette and walked away, not caring about him or anything anymore. I clench my backpack tightly, holding my tears away.

As my arm reached for the doorknob, a strong arm firmly grabbed mine, as my body spun around, looking at the culprit. It caused me to drop my backpack and before I could push him away, He brought his hand up, cupping my cheek. His thumb running along the curve of my cheekbone lovingly, making me shiver in delight. My ocean blue eyes was staring deep into his milk chocolate ones , as a warm and soft pair of lips slam into my cold ones roughly yet carefully; it's like it was a desperate act, a moment of truth.

I couldn't help but to lean in, accepting the tender act, enjoying every second of it. My hand traveled through his fluffy hair, tugging it softly, causing him to groan in pleasure. I shivered at the sound, wanting to hear more. My hand traveled back but this time, I put it onto his biceps, gripping it softly.

Our lips finally separated as we gasped, desperate for oxygen. We look into each other's eyes once more, as I noticed that his wonderful spark is back. "Can you stop smoking Jack? It's bad for you and it leaves a sour flavor in my mouth."

"Really? Is that what you say after a kiss?" I giggled. "Yeah you're right, I should've said..." He stopped as he lean closer into my ears, whispering with a deep yet loving voice. 

"I love you so much, Seán William McLoughlin."