30 Day OTP challenge (of course it's SeptiPlier, what else would it be?)

Day 1 <~> Holding Hands

Boardwalks. It had been Mark's favorite thing ever since he moved to Los Angeles. They were the resort he took after having a stressful day. The water soothed him, it's swaying blue ocean lapping over his feet. It was perfect. Everything was perfect. He had felt like all his worries and sorrows were washed away by the sea. Water was his savior, whispering sweet nothings to him in forms of rhythmic swoons and chirps of seagulls. People had always looked at him strangely as they held hands with their lover, he didn't care, he had the sea. The blue day had been turned to pastel swirls of magenta, orange, yellows and purples, Mark had walked to the end of the boardwalk, the pink floof of what people called 'hair' on his head poorly swept back, his dark irises downcast. He plopped down on the wooden platform.

"Today I.." Mark started to speak to the flowing waters below him. The tears in his eyes blurring, forgetting all other noises of except the waves, even the steps of people he blocked out, no matter how close.

"I don't know what I did wrong, Ryan and Matt are so angry. I just spoke one thing about Daniel, and now, no one's talking, I just wanted everybody to be happy, and now I can-" He couldn't finish his sentence as he sucked it in with his breath as the force of hands pushed him into the salty tears of the world. The only thing he could do was thrash around, air escaping his lungs as the black of the Atlantic washing over him, causing him to fear what would grab him in the murky depths. He looked to the last of the light as a blurred figure was chasing for him in the water before he closed his burning eyes, and breathed the last breath he thought he could.

"Mark."

"Mark."

"Markimoo."

"MARK" The Irish accent caused him to snap out of his story, his numb senses finally coming back to reality, feeling the tear that had jerked from his eyes. His hand was gripping another hand, he stared at it as his memories flooded back. He was with his boyfriend, Sean, or preferably, Jack.

"So is that why you're afraid of the ocean?" Jack had asked, swinging his and his boyfriend's hand.

"Yeah. Buuuut, it was the time I met you." Mark chuckled. Jack groaned, used to his cutesy remarks.

"dangsin-eun geu sseulegileul uimihaji anhneunda." Jack sarcastically remarked in a foreign language. Mark was confused, probably playfully offended at the most.

"What?" Mark laughed. Jack guffawed.

"I thought you were Korean!" Jack couldn't help his laughing anymore, it was out of control.

"I'm half- Korean, and besides, I was born in America! I don't know that shit!" Mark was laughing with his boyfriend now. Their hands intertwined as the happiness circled around them, creating a barrier from the hateful looks of those 'homo-haters' and the despicable laughs towards their enthusiastic love. They were simply...

Blissful.