「 one-shots ∶ got7 」

「 just one more slice ∶ markson 」

Mark looked over only briefly at the grinning boy who seemed like his life finally found meaning.

"Okay, cool. The living room is there," The elder said pointing towards the door and completely ignoring the other's entusiasm, "Organize all the papers and books on a pile. And do not touch anything else!"

With an English curse being murmured under his breath, Jackson headed in the direction.

He was already following his hyung's order when something caught his attention. It was clearly some kind of photo tucked in one of the books.

'And do not touch anything else!' Then, don't make me clean your own mess. He stuck his tongue out at nothing in particular and slipped his hand through the pages. The photo fell down and the male caught it just before it hit the ground. Much like he had caught its owner an hour ago.

Of course, Jackson couldn't understand the image at all. It was Mark, clearly ten years younger, holding a small Winnie the Pooh toy smiling widely. A sudden warmth spread across the Chinese's body as he proceeded to examine the picture.

"Give me that." He herd and the photo was snatched from his hands.

"Markiepooh~" Jackson suddenly said causing the other to freeze in his spot, "That suits you. Markiepooh, it's cute right?"

"Aish, you're such a pest." The called boy turned around waving his hand but trying to hide his blush nonetheless.

"Still, you invited me."

"You intruded my house first."

"You ordered the pizza."

"And you are like an old married couple."

Shit. Mark recognized his best friend's voice almost immediately. It was none other than Jinyoung who had walked in without a warning. Like he always did.

"Mind introducing us?" The third person eyed the couple while placing some grocery bags on Mark's counter. Then, he noticed their still wet clothes and his cheeks flushed, "Wow, Mark. I leave you for a month and you already found yourself a guy."

If Mark could strangle Jinyoung he'd gladly do that now but his embarrassment left him speechless and unable to move.

"I think you've got it all wrong, buddy," Jackson spoke up for him, "I'm just here to clean-"

"He's my pizza delivery guy." Mark cut him off motioning for the other to shut up.

"But he's here to clean? And by the looks of it he had other services too." Jinyoung smirked leaving Mark to roll his eyes and push his friend out of the door.

"It's not like that."

"Sure thing, hyung," The playful boy winked but then frowned just as quickly, "But what about our movie night? I've waited a month."

"Why didnt you go to Jaebum?"

"He was busy...with Youngjae."

"Oh," Mark tried to stop the vivid images in his mind, "Well, I'll call you when I can."

"No fair~ But have fun."

And for once Mark was happy to shut the door in a person's face. He sighed in relief but then remembered the Chinese boy who had probably felt a lot more uncomfortable than him.

"I-I'm sorry about that. Jinyoung is a pervert."

"It's okay. But maybe you should've had your movie night. I could've come tomorrow to finish your cleaning."