The Artist Who Painted His Love For Me (Septiplier) [ON HOLD]

Bus Stop

No One's POV

Since then, Mark and Jack couldn't stop texting each other. Even when Mark is handling a patient, he have this urge to just hold his phone and wait for Jack to reply. But today, after Mark (successfully) handle the case that he was given, he felt that his body is going to collapse anytime soon. After he got out of the hospital where he works, he walked towards the bus stop. As he sat down, he waited for the bus to come. He is also waiting for Jack to reply his text (which is odd because he always reply Mark's text as soon as possible.) He looks at his screen, hoping for a notification that said "Jack."

Suddenly, there's a buzzing came from his phone, causing an enthusiasm rising inside of him but quickly disappear when the name that shows up was "Yami" instead.

"Hey Mark! Was hoping if we can grab dinner tonight? I'll pay :)"

Mark groaned, feeling disappointed. He wasn't in the mood to talk to other people except Jack.
Finally, the bus came. Mark sighed, but soon his face became a bit flustered when he saw a skinny figure thanked the bus driver and walks away. Mark couldn't help but shouted the man's name, trying to get his attention.

"Jack!"

He turns his head, finally noticed who's calling his name. "M-Mark..?"

"That's my name." Mark said, grinning cheerfully like an idiot as he stood up, walking towards the smaller man.

Jack laughs quietly, looking into Mark's gorgeous brown eyes. "What are you doing here? It's freezing out here!"

"I should say the same thing to you, Jack." Mark replied and took the canvas that Jack was carrying, "And what are you doing carrying this huge canvas all by yourself? Here, let me help."

"Hey!" Jack shouted, "I may be small, but I'm strong y'know."

"Oh please, look at these," Mark said as he flex his right hand, which made Jack blushed. "Who's the strong one now?"

"Whatever, Fischbach." He pouted, making Mark laughed (which Jack secretly loves to hear.)

"Wait, your just wearing that?!" Mark asked in disbelieve, looking at Jack, noticing that he's only wearing a shirt and skinny jeans. "Yeah, forgot my jacket and my phone at the studio... Was in a rush to buy a new canvas."

Oh, now it make sense.

"No no no, you can't be sick!" Mark shook his head, getting out of his warm jacket. "W-What are you doing Mark?"

"Well, as a doctor, I recommend you to wear my jacket until we made it into your studio."

"Wait so are you--" "Yes, I'm coming to your studio with you, ya goof." Mark grinned, putting his coat into Jacks fragile and cold body. It was a little too big for him, which Mark find to be adorable.

Jack looked at Marks dark brown eyes for a minutes, blushing afterwards, looking away from him. "T-thanks Mark..."

Mark couldn't help but to blush along with him, smiling warmly towards the other man. "Anytime, Jack."

[I haven't update this story for a long time! And this one is a bit short. Sorry about that hehe... Anyways, thank you for reading! <3]