Mark's POV

Today, I woke up feeling much better than yesterday. That soup is delicious; he should make that for me every time I'm sick. I stretch my hands and brush my messy hair and look at the other side of the room, only to find Jack still sleeping on his bed. He breathes softly and mumbles once in awhile, making me calm. As my eyes traveled down, I noticed that he was only sleeping with a rather tight white shirt and a pair of green boxer (no surprise here). But, my eyes wandered to the slightly shown V line of his. I couldn't help but stare until he moves for a bit and mumbled my name under his breath, causing me to snap out of it.

"Mark..."

I blushed, walking away from the bedroom as I shut the door slowly, not wanting to wake him up. Why was he mentioning my name in his sleep? Is that a sign or some sort? Does he...maybe,  just maybe, there's a slight chance that he... likes me?

I smack myself on the face, trying to regain reality. I really need to stop thinking about him... I sigh, walking towards the bathroom to take a shower and (re)start my morning.

I can tell that today's going to be a long day...

Jack's POV

I woke up with the sound of people running and shouting around in the hallway of our dorm. Shit... what time is it? I took my phone and open the screen, revealing the number 9:00. A couple more hours until Mark comes out of his class, I should do somethin' first. Suddenly, there's a loud rumbling came from my stomach. 

Then breakfast it is.

I felt rather annoyed that I was going to make my own breakfast (considering that Mark cooked for me in the last couple of weeks so I'm kinda used to that routine). I opened the bedroom door, as a tingling smell flow into my nose. Holy shit, what's that smell? I looked around when I noticed a plate laying on our small dinner table. I drag my legs towards the direction, noticing that it was a plate of pancakes and all kind of fresh berries top with butter that slowly melts away. Beside the plate was a cup of black coffee and a note. I took the note that has a nice handwriting and read what's written on it.

"Hey Jack, sorry I didn't wake you up this morning. You look so tired so I don't want to disturb your sleep. Btw, I made you some breakfast and coffee just the way you like it. Enjoy! – Mark :)"

I smiled at the note, slowly putting it down and took a seat. I couldn't help but feel something when I read his name. Mark... that name has been lingering around my mind lately. I couldn't brush it off; it's like it is written there permanently and I couldn't do anything about it. His brown milk eyes that can make anyone melt away, his fluffy messy hair that fits him so perfectly, his perfect smile, and oh god his laughter that sounds like heaven just opened up above me. Just thinking about him made me blush so red that it feels like something burning on my cheeks.

Shit.

I'm falling for him, aren't I?

[Hey guys, lately I've been losing my passion in writing... I'll probably going to update still but, idk, it will take longer than normally? I promise I wouldn't quit on writing! (generally and on this story) I love doing this, so much! :D I guess I just need time to collect my 'passion' (I'm sorry if it doesn't make sense, hehe) Anyways, thank you for reading! <3]