Size Doesn't Matter

Markypoo:
Guys, I have an announcement to make...

Bammiebamsurmum:
You're actually married to the president and you're travelling to space to save the world?
Or maybe you're pregnant with the headmaster's baby, and you need to leave Korea forever!

Gyeomiebear:
Bammie, you good?

Bammiebamsurmum:
These thoughts consume my head a lot.
I need to stop hanging out with you, Gyeomie.

Gyeomiebear:
You love me.

Wang_puppy:
Why don't you tell Namjoon? You guys have been together for like two months now.

Markypoo:
That's the thing, Jackson.
He broke up with me last night.

Jinyoungie:
What a tragedy.
Mark, are you alright?

Markypoo:
Yeah, I'm okay.

Imjaebeom:
Where are you now?

Markypoo:
I'm at my dorm room.

OtterJae:
Do you have a roommate?

Markypoo:
I was lucky enough to not be given one. Why?

OtterJae:
No reason.

Crab Busters

Imjaebeom:
Jackson, where are you?

Wang_puppy:
I'm in the library.

Jinyoungie:
Okay, I have a plan.
Jaebeom buy some chocolates, Yugyeom buy a teddy bear, Bambam will buy some tissues, and Youngjae will buy him some sad love movies.

Bammiebamsurmum:
What are you gonna do, Jinyoung?

Jinyoungie:
You guys will leave everything outside of Mark's dorm and I'll deliver Jackson Wang to his doorstep.

Wang_puppy:
I CAN'T DO THAT!!
JINYOUNG, YOU KNOW I LIKE HIM!!

Jinyoungie:
Why do you think I'm doing it?

Imjaebeom:
You're so smart, it's actually scary.

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After a lot of convincing, Jinyoung had brought Jackson to Mark's dorm. And boy was he nervous.

Jinyoung kept reassuring the unconfident male in front of him. Jackson's hands were shaking, in one was a little teddy bear, the other was a bag containing chocolates, a tissue box and movies.

"Don't worry, Jackson. You'll be fine." His peachy friend smiles.

"O-okay."

With one final pat on the back, Jinyoung leaves his friend showing two thumbs up, then exiting the building.

With one deep breath, Jackson reaches up knocking on the door. After a few seconds, a messy haired Mark opens the door.

He was wearing a black T-shirt, grey sweatpants and black socks. To keep it short, he basically looked like a tumblr boyfriend everyone wants to have.

Mark was confused to see his friend at the door, but a part inside him was also happy he came. He didn't get over his crush for Jackson after all these weeks with Joon. Of course Mark liked Namjoon, but nothing can replace a Jackson Wang.

"Jackson? What are you doing here?"

"I could ask myself the same question..." He replies chuckling.

Mark looked at the handful on his hands, stepping aside to let him enter. Jackson smiled at him, walking in almost immediately.

After Mark closes the door, a teddy bear is pushed to his chest. Mark inspects the toy and coos at Jackson, who gives him a cheesy smile.

"What else do you have in that goody bag?" Mark questioned, sitting down on the couch.

Jackson sits down next to him, putting the bag onto the coffee table in front of them. He searches through the bag, dishing out whatever was inside it.

"You did this?"

Jackson laughs loudly at the questions, shaking his head.

"I can't even make a cup of noodles without burning my hand." He joked, "The boys helped."

"I'm shocked you came, Jackson..." He muttered loud enough for Jackson to hear.

"Yeah, Jinyoung helped build up my courage to come see you. Are you alright?"

Mark shakes his head, biting his lip to stop it from quivering.

"It just came from out of the blue. We were on a date, then all of a sudden, Namjoon admitted to liking another guy while we've been dating...so he broke it off..." Mark explained his voice breaking in the end.

That signalled Jackson to grab some tissues handing them to Mark. He chuckled softly, wiping the tears that had decided to fall from his eyes.

Jackson reached out his hand, gently rubbing Mark's shoulder soothingly. A frustrated groan exits Mark's mouth, he abruptly stands up coming back with two wine glasses and a full bottle.

"Don't worry, Jackson. We'll just have one glass." Mark stated.

He pours the glasses, handing one to Jackson, then keeping the other for himself. They clink their drinks together, then take a sip.

Jackson obviously took a small sip, whereas his friend almost gulp down the liquid as a whole.

That one drink turned into two, then three, then four, to a seventh for the broken hearted male. Jackson still sat their with his first glass in his hands, not knowing how to react to this kind of Mark.

Finally Jackson decided to dispose of their alcohol and their glasses. He puts on the first movie from the pile of DVDS. Retreating back to Mark giving him a blanket to wrap around the two.

They were twenty minutes into the movie, that's when Mark decided to make a move. He pushed Jackson to lay down so he could rest his head on the boys chest.

Jackson tried not to think much of it, he acted like his heart wasn't about to burst out of his chest.

Mark pauses the movie, turns his head to rest his chin on Jackson's chest. He eyes stared into Jackson's confused ones.

"Am I not good enough? Is that why people leave me?"

"Mark, don't think like that. You're perfect, any guy would be lucky to have you. I just wish...I just wish I did something.I was so jealous when you started dating Joon."

"You l-liked me?"

"I still like you, Mark."

Mark pauses. He processes what Jackson says and opens his mouth to answer.

"Jackson, I like-"

"And I know I shouldn't say this, but you need to know. I like you a lot. You're drunk right now, don't answer me what you want." Jackson demanded not wanting to hear rejection.

Mark nodded, his hands lazily wrapping around Jackson's torso. Jackson responded to this, hesitantly wrapping an arm around his waits, bringing them close together.

Their legs tangle with each other in a spooning position. Jackson reaches for the remote turning off the movie, leaving the dimmed lighting from the lava lamp to surround the room.

"Goodnight, Jackson." Mark whispered.

His eyes fell shut and he snuggled his head closer to Jackson's chest.

"Goodnight, Mark."

He pressed his lips on the top of Mark's head, then too slowly drifted into a soothing slumber.