「 one-shots ∶ got7 」

「 just one more slice ∶ markson 」

Mark nodded viciously unsure if the guy could see him as he was still hiding behind the door.

"Please." His quiet voice somehow filled the room with even more tension.

"Have a good day!" He heard from the front door as it closed.

In that moment the boy didn't even feel like studying. He wanted to flop himself on the bed and never move again - that's how embarrassed he was. He went over to the kitchen counter dragging his leg to the freezer so he could get some ice. Great way to start the day.

His eyes went across the room and landed on the cardboard box on the coffee table. It was neatly placed in the small space between all the different books Mark had been working with. Thousands of papers were laying around, taking up space he could use.

As his appetite grew bigger and his leg colder, he finally headed to the living room, tossing the ice in the bin. A living room isn't the best way to describe it as apartment didn't fit the tiny space Mark was occupying. At least he didn't have to bother putting up with a roommate because with his social skills, he'd rather have a rock for a friend.

He noticed a small post-it-note stuck to the box only now. It read, Wouldn't hurt to clean up in a very messy handwriting. A small JS marked the bottom as the boy shook his head in disapproval. Not only does a stranger come into his house but he also wants him to clean up?

Suddenly, a realization hit Mark. This Jackson, he clearly wasn't Korean and that means he's a foreigner. Just like him. The small JS might've belonged to the american alphabet and Jackson, being a typical name for the states. Somewhat excited, Mark opened some old notebook he found and started scribbling random facts he knew about that guy. The way he wore his clothes, his Korean, his signature...it was like playing deduction. And Mark had too much time on his hands.

2 hours later

An angry squirm was heard getting Mark out of his trance. He turned to the little puppy who was now looking at him wide eyed.

"A walk? Okay, then."

Mark carefully put the leash around the puppy's neck and smiled at its cuteness.

Once outside the boy pulled his hoodie over his hair the chilling air making him shiver. Despite living of off pizza most of the time, Mark was quite skinny. So, even through the warm material of the clothing he was still cold.

"Oh, hyung?"

Unknowingly rolling his eyes at the voice the boy didn't bother turning around but just continue walking in the direction his dog was leading him.

"Hyung? Mark-hyung?"

A familiar face suddenly showed right in front of him, causing the older boy to stumble backwards.

"Yah," He quietly protested at the closeness and sighed, "What do you want?"

"I'm sorry for earlier," Jackson scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, "I didn't mean to intrude."

Mark took his time to scan through the other while he was talking and constantly apologizing. The male was wearing a white shirt topped with a light blue jacket that seemed a little bigger for him. His hair was let loose, its blonde locks combed and pulled neatly back. Mark had to say, the guy was quite attractive without the usual snapback and uniform provided from the pizza company. Although the hyung didn't know if his standards were one to judge people by.