"Thank you guys so much for watching this episode, if you liked it – PUNCH THAT LIKE BUTTON IN THE FACE – LIKE A BOSS! AND HIGH FIVES ALL AR- *hic*"

Jack swiftly covered his mouth with one of his hands, slightly confused at the sound that had just interrupted his outro.

"What the f- *hic* -ck." He attempted to speak, only to have his words obscured by another dastardly hiccup.

The male couldn't help but groan, fairly annoyed by the fact that a mere hiccup had completely ruined the entire ending to his recording. Reaching over, he quickly turned off the still running camera.

"Everything okay?" A familiar deep voice called out from behind him.

Jack spun around in his chair, spotting Mark peeking through his now open doorway.

Being able to hear Jack's impeccably loud voice from the living room, he was clearly concerned as to why the male had stopped in the middle of his outro.

"Yeah, I just - *hic*... Have the...*hic*.... Hiccups." Jack responded, feeling even more miserable with every hiccup that escaped his lips.

"Aaaw. How cute." Mark chuckled, giving Jack a snide smile.

Before Jack could retort to this comment, the red haired male had already left the doorway in a hurry. Jack sat in confusion, wondering where the other could have gone.

The sound of footsteps shuffled its way into the distance, only to be heard again a few moments later.

Mark had reappeared at the doorway but this time, he was brandishing a glass of cold water in his hand.

"Here." He extended the glass outward towards Jack, only to pull it away again when the other male tried to reach out for it.

"Uh, uh. What's the magic word?" Mark teased, keeping the glass a safe distance away from Jack's grasp.

Jack paused, giving Mark a 'Really? You're going to do that to me?' look.

"Uh...Is it...*hic*...Give me the fucking *hic* water?" Jack managed to reply, his expression was obviously un-amused by Mark's teasing.

Mark rolled his eyes at the response, a grin appearing on his face.

"Close enough."

As promised, he handed him the glass of water and watched the other chug it down in no time at all.

"Than- *hic*" Before Jack could even thank Mark for the water, another hiccup had interrupted his words. Jack cursed under his breath, the small spasms continuing with every hiccup.

"How about trying to hold your breath? I heard that works sometimes." Mark suggested, leaning a shoulder against the nearby frame of the door.

Jack nodded before taking in a deep breath, holding the air in his lungs as long as he could. A few moments had past before he finally reached his limit, eventually letting out a sigh of relief.

"Well?" Mark asked, curious to whether the method had worked or not.

Jack opened his mouth as if to respond, only to let out a small sound.

"*Hic*"

The male buried his face into his hands in frustration and embarrassment.

Holding his breath did not seem to work either.

"Guess not." Mark smiled sympathetically. He walked over and patted Jack gently on the head. He began to think, wondering what other methods there were to curing hiccups.

"How about we play a horror game? A good scare might do the trick." He suggested, knowing that if he were to attempt to scare Jack, it would not have been as affective.

"I'm ready *hic* to try *hic*...anything." Jack replied to the best of his ability. The males voice began to sound worn and tired, likely from the relentless hiccupping.

Mark pulled up a chair next to Jack as they both turned to face the computer screen. Searching through a list of games, they managed to find at least one decent horror game that they have yet to play.

"Ready?" Mark asked before receiving a nod of approval from Jack.

After a series of jumpscares and a continuously dreary atmosphere, the game had finally ended. Mark glanced towards the cowering male sitting next to him, wondering if the hiccups had been affected at all.

"So?" He questioned expectantly.

"It's...*Hic*... Still there." Jack sighed as he leaned back into his seat with a disheartened pout. He gently ran his fingers through his green hair, entangling strands around his fingers every so often.

Mark watched as Jack sunk into his seat in despair, it was clear that he was desperate to get rid of these hiccups. The dejected expression on Jack's face made Mark's heart sink into his stomach.

"I have one last method." Mark spoke softly, giving Jack a delicate smile.

Mark suddenly reached over and gently cupped Jack's cheek, carefully turning his face until their gaze met.

"What are you - ?"

Slowly, he moved his hands to the back of Jack's head and gave a light pull towards his direction.

"Mark...?" Jack questioned, only to be silenced by another pair of lips pressing against his own.

Jack was taken aback by this sudden action, the heat quickly rising to his cheeks as he realized what Mark was doing.

Jack pulled back in surprise, covering his lips with his hand. He could feel how warm his cheeks felt and could only imagine how red he must have looked.

"W – what did you do that for?" He stuttered, his words slightly muffled from his hands.

Mark only smiled and laughed softly.

"Your hiccups."

"Wha - ?"

"They're gone."

~~~

Bonus:

"Thank you everybody so much for watching. Thanks again and as always – I'll see you, in the next- *hic*..." Mark paused and stared blankly at his camera.

"Oh no."