A/N: Finally continuing the request thingy :P I hope you like it Septicness! I'll probably going to write more angst story in the future because of this so get ready

Jack didn't like this. Being ignored while his boyfriend is giving every ounce of his attention towards his computer, editing videos and making thumbnails. Just for once, he wants him to pay attention towards him.

"Mark, are you done?" He squeaked lowly from their bed. The American raised one of his eyebrows but his tired brown eyes are still sticking onto the bright screen. "No." he replied shortly.

The reply was cold, and so uncharacteristic of Mark to do so. Well, they've been quite... distancing themselves from each other and honestly, it was killing Jack; being in this situation where he couldn't do anything about it. Why didn't he do anything you ask? Because he was afraid; afraid to ruin something that is slowly breaking apart anyways.

But Jack doesn't want to give up just yet. He pulls himself out of their messy bed, slowly walking towards Mark, who unsurprisingly doesn't even notice his movement. He then wrapped his arms around Mark from behind, resting his head on Mark's shoulder, even snuggling a bit towards his neck. He thought it could make him melt, just a little.

But it made it even more worse.

"Jack, could you get off from me? I'm trying to work here." His tone was harsh as he reached up to Jacks arms and throwing it away roughly from him. Because of this, something snapped inside of Jack. He couldn't take more of this silence and tension that's stacking between them. He has enough.

"Mark, can you just fucking stop working for once and I don't know, talk to me or even just look at me?" Jack shouted, the mixed between anger and sadness was evident in his croaky voice.

Mark quickly stood up, eyes are now looking towards Jack with annoyance and his brows are furrowed. "Oh for fuck sake Jack. Stop being a whiny bitch and hypocritical. You are literally doing the same thing; we have the same job for fuck sake."

"At least I'm TRYING to separate some time to be with my boyfriend. But oh look, you don't even give a shit about our relationship that is obviously falling apart now do you?"

"You think I don't give a shit?" Mark let out a dark chuckle. "Wow, you are that fucking dumb, huh? If you're that dumb, let me tell you something Seán McLoughlin. I'm doing this for US. If you can just stop being so needy and selfish, that would be great—" "Needy and Selfish?! I'm just trying to make us work for your fucking information!"

"We could never work from the start Jack! What, you think I LOVE you? I never loved you from the start!"

Both of them froze, and they were processing on what just happened. Fuck, Mark regret everything he just said.

"You... never loved me from the start?" His blue eyes are now filled with tears and his cheeks became red. Jack was on the edge of crying his heart out. Seeing how hurt his lover is, Mark eyes became softer just like it used to be, a look of guilt finally shows in his features. "Jack, I'm sorry, I didn't mean—"

"You know what? I'm done with you Mark. We are fucking through!" He screamed, storming off from their room, not even caring that his stuff are still in their apartment. He could get them in another time, but not now. He just need to get out from there and clear his mid off.

"Jack, wait—" "I'm done waiting for you Mark! You think I wont get tired dealing with all of these bullshit you've been sending in my way? If you didn't hear me the first time, We. Are. Through." Jack paused, a hint of regret is showing on his face but he quickly brushes it off. "Goodbye Mark."

Jack then slams the door with all of his might, leaving Mark alone in their cold apartment, with the biggest regret that he never felt before in his life. Slumping himself onto the couch of their living room, he began to tear up. He could've done something if he wasn't that selfish.

But he didn't.