A/n: omg has lots of feels and is long but I love how this turned out!

- The next morning -

~Mark~

Okay. Today's the day I'm going to find out not only what Jack is so afraid of, but I want to know his story. He hasn't told me anything about himself, I know he's afraid to. But that's okay, I'm not judging him or trying to push him to tell me. I just want to know so I can help him. He needs to know that he's not alone in this.

As I dish out mine and Jack's breakfast onto separate plates I hear footsteps shuffling to the kitchen. Jack comes into eye view rubbing the sleep out of his ocean blue eyes, adjusting to the bright sunlight that is shining through the big window by the sink.

"Morning Jack" I smile and push the plate to where he sat down.

"Morning" he said in a thick deep Irish accent.

Which was hot, just saying.

"Have a good sleep?" I asked joining him at the table.

"Mhm" he said looking down at his plate moving the food around unsatisfyingly.

A bit later I finish my food and put the plate in the sink. Jack barely ate but I wasn't gonna say anything or force him to finish.

"H-hey Jack?"

"Ya?"

"Wanna.. Maybe play some video games?" I asked nervously.

"You play video games?" He asked surprised.

"Ya! All types man, I got boxes and boxes full of different games for different consoles. Wanna play?" I said.

"Sure" he replied, sounding a bit more happy but still no smile.

We go up to my room and set up Rocket League. We play for quite some time, he beat me almost every single game, he's really good. I tried so hard to make him laugh. He was throwing sassy comments and stuff at me like "I'll beat you" and "I'm the king of rocket league!" But still.

No smile.

Not even a giggle or chuckle.

Why is this so hard? Is he hurt that bad that he can't even laugh or smirk?

We finish yet another game and he won, again. I think to myself that it's a good time to ask him about himself. Might as well get it over with because there really isn't gonna be a good time to ask.

I pause the game and turned towards him. He looks with confusion and puts his controller down.

"Why'd you stop the game?" He asked.

"Listen Jack, now I know this may not be a good time but can I ask you something?" I said a bit iffy, wondering if I should just be forward or kinda beat around the tree as people say.

His facial expression shows a hint of fear.

"O-okay..." He mumbled quietly, facing fully towards me.

I take a moment to gather my thoughts before blurting anything out that I'll regret saying later.

"Can you promise me to try to answer truthfully..? I'm n-not trying to force you to answer or anything but I jus-"

He only nodded looking down. I think he knows what I'm hinting at, I just hope he'll be honest with me about it all and not panic like last night.

"Do y-you think I'm going to hurt you...?" I ask.

He looks up at me with puppy eyes.

He swallowed hard before speaking.

"Ya.." He mumbled quietly under his breath, still looking down.

"Jack, I'd never ever hurt you. Why would I?" I said a bit torn as to why he would think I'd harm him.

"Everybody does" he mumbles once again looking up at me to see if I heard.

I sigh and think for a moment.

"Okay. Why don't we play a game?" I asked with a half smile.

He scrunched his face looking confused.

"I'll tell you something true about me, then in return, you tell me something true about you" I explained.

He thought about it for a few seconds, and sighed.

"Please Jack?" I begged.

"Fine" he replied defeated.

"Okay I'll start. I'm half Korean and half American" I say to start off easily.

"I'm Irish." He said flatly.

"I lived in Cincinnati most my life, but moved here for my moms job but it's a cool place"

He looked hesitant to speak about the next thing he was about to say.

"I-I'm from Ireland... But I moved here for... F-family reasons..." He stuttered out, playing with the ends of his hoodie sleeves.

"Some of my interests are video games and making new friends" I threw out randomly.

"I like music I guess..." He stated still with no effort or enthusiasm.

Time to try and get him to elaborate.

"Really? Me too. I so happen to play the trumpet, did you play anything?" I asked smiling awaiting his response.

"I-I uh.. Played the drums last year. Gave it up though" he replied.

"Oh. Why is that?" I questioned.

"Just didn't have the appeal to play them anymore" he said blankly, looking back down fiddling with his sleeves.

"Oh ok," I decided to drop it.

"I-..um..I'm bi, bisexual..." For some odd reason I blurted that out as my next statement. I cursed to myself in my head that I actually did that. God I hope he doesn't hate me more than he already does.

He looks very surprised once I said that. Was he wondering what my sexuality was? No, he couldn't be. Probably thought I was straight and into banging every girl I meet. Which isn't true.

~Jack~

Did he really just tell me straight up his sexuality? Like he didn't even ease into it, he just said it like it was nothing. I did not expect him to be into guys. I thought he was the kinda guy that would bang every girl he's met and ditched them the next day.

M-maybe now I have a chance...

"U-uh...I-"

"It's okay.. You don't have to say your sexuality..." He spoke nervously, his face dusted with a light pink blush.

Oh no, should I tell him? No. No I can't. B-but maybe I should.. No, What if he hates me? He's the only person that's trying to be helpful. Yes. No. Yes. No. Yes. No. UUUGH!

"Jack?" He snapped me out of my train of thought.

"Imgay" I blurt out, quickly covering my mouth after I said it.

Scared of rejection, I run out of his room crying.

"Jack!" He calls after me.

I almost get to the front door to leave but he grabs my wrist to stop me. I flinch as his grip on my wrist is not very gentle.

"Jack please don't leave" he says teary eyed but let's go of my wrist.

I give him a worried glare, I sigh but turn away from the door, looking down at my feet once I do.

"Jack look at me" he said, stepping closer to me.

I hesitantly look up to be met with his glossy chocolate brown orbs.

He delicately wipes the tears away from my eyes and sadly smiles.

"I'm sorry" he says nervously.

"F-for w-what?" I shakily ask.

He slowly inched closer and closer. Putting his hand on my cheek, budding foreheads and yes, he closed the gap between us.

In that moment, it was like I was a whole new person. It was like my whole life I've had this huge icy cold shield over me, protecting everything and everyone that tried to inter fear with me or my life. But now.. That shield has melted all away, like it was never there.

Mark lightly wraps his arms around my waist holding me close.  I melt in his arms, I feel all warm and fuzzy. What is this feeling? My heart is beating twice as fast and I got butterflies in my stomach.

Is..is this what love feels like?

We all too soon broke apart and budded foreheads again, trying to catch our breath.

"No matter who you are, what your past was like, or what your sexuality is, I will always love you" he said in a hushed voice.

~Mark~

Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit, holy shit. HOLY SHIT! I just kissed Jack. I just kissed my crush. I just kissed the boy I love!

And he kissed back so that means he liked it, which means he likes me!

I pull away from him and look to see the most beautiful thing I've ever laid eyes on.

His smile.