「 one-shots ∶ got7 」

「 just one more slice ∶ markson 」

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"Of course I have a taste."

It was about 11pm and the boy was currently looking at the ceiling thinking. He solved the math problem from earlier, of course. When it came to knowledge, what took the others countless efforts, he could do with a snap of his fingers. He's been like that since he was little. That's precisely why he was overthinking his conversation, if we could call it that, from earlier with the pizza delivery guy. He didn't wonder why, after all this Jackson was the first person he's seen from almost a month.

Yes, he lived alone and yes, he had no girlfriend. Yes, he had no friends and no social life. But those weren't as important to the student who was working hard to achieve the dream that seemed impossible to anyone else. That's why he moved to Korea.

"Coco?" He spoke quietly in the dark room.

It wasn't long when Mark felt something wet on the upper of his hand.

"Uh, don't do that." He grunted as the dog's tongue licked his palm.

His hands searched for the little white ball of fur. Once he felt the familiar warmth radiating of off the puppy's body he quickly picked her up and placed her on his chest.

"I have a taste, right?"

No answer followed but instead the animal nuzzled its head in the boy's neck. Mark chuckled at his dog and hugged it closer as he drifted off to sleep.

***

A knock was yet again heard. This time a bark followed, the scared puppy searching for its owner. Mark whispered a crap under his breath looking down at the only piece of clothing he had on - a white towel. If he could, he would yell for the person at the door to wait, but he didn't know how. He doesn't remember ever having to shout at someone.

Deciding to react quickly to the situation he ran to his bedroom clutching onto the towel as if it was made of gold. Coco was circling around him, not quite helping.

Seconds later, just when he finished butoning his pants a figure appeared in front of the bedroom door. Embarrassed, the boy tried to hide behind the door resulting in stumbling over the ironing table. The, thank god short of electricity, iron landed on his foot and he let out a yelp trying to hold his pained expression.

The person on the outside, clearly confused by the commotion came rushing in the room but he stopped just at the doorframe.

"Are you okay?" He hesitantly asked and Mark immediately recognized his voice, Jackson.

"Did you just walk into my house?" The elder replied with a question.

"Umm, well, the door was kinda unlocked and...the pizza was getting cold.." Jackson trailed off not knowing how to get away with it, "Nice bedroom by the way."

Mark, still holding his left leg, was starting to lose patience.

"I'm not fully clothed." He blurted out and there was a long pause.

"...Okay then. How about I keep the change and leave pretending like I never saw- heard anything and be back tomorrow with a fresh Margarita?"