"Now will you kiss me?" Jackson whined.
Mark rolled his eyes. "Why are you asking?"
"Because, every time I've asked for a kiss you've denied me. Yet you were the one to initiate our first kiss." Jackson pouted as he watched Mark clean up the mess of stray papers and clothing scattered around their room. "Now that you're my boyfriend, I feel like you owe me a thousand kisses for all the times you denied me."
"I owe you one." Mark retorted.
"Ten."
"Two."
"Five?"
"Three. That's it. Three."
"Can I have one now?"
"Maybe."
Jackson groaned, stomping his foot like a child. "Why still play hard to get when I've already got you?"
"Makes it interesting." The elder answered while hiding the amused smile that climbed to his face. "Did you order the pizza?"
Jackson hummed out a 'yes'. "Already did, my love."
Mark dropped some clothes he had picked up in their laundry bag, pausing as soon as he heard the endearing title, his heart throbbing out of his chest. "Jackson s-stop, don't make me blush."
Jackson was stubborn of course and didn't listen, as he instead trapped Mark against a nearby wall and smacked their lips together. Mark wanted to push him away to not seem so pliable, but he simply couldn't because he loved feeling Jackson against him too much.
Just as the kiss deepened there was a knock at the door that interrupted the two.
Jackson pulled back, his head whipping toward the door. "Oh, that's Jinyoung."
"I told you not to do this." Mark complained as he shoved the younger away. He tried to quickly fix himself up so he didn't look like he'd just had his soul kissed out of him.
Jackson went and opened the door, revealing Jinyoung with a heavy bag of books on his back.
"Hi guys." The youngest greeted.
Mark waved as he sat down at the coffee table in the middle of the room. "Hey Jinyoung."
Jinyoung frowned as soon as his eyes settled on Mark. "Mark you're red... ew, were you two fucking?"
"I wish we were fucking..." Jackson grumbled as he shut the door.
Jinyoung turned, the disgust on his face quite apparent. "Should I leave and come back later?"
"No, Jinyoung stay, we weren't fucking, and definitely not planning on it either." Mark stated.
"Speak for yourself." Jackson mumbled. He and Jinyoung joined Mark at the table where they all laid out their textbooks and notes.
Well, all except Jackson, who was too busy nudging Jinyoung in the arm with his elbow. "Oh Jinyoung, don't you have something to say?"
"What...?" The younger frowned, glancing at Jackson who wiggled his brows and pointed not-so-discreetly at Mark. Jinyoung suddenly remembered, letting out a soft sigh. "Oh yeah, happy 2 months or whatever."
Jackson punched the younger in the arm while pouting. "That was so unenthusiastic!"
"Because I came over here for an important reason! We can have a party when you two hit a year." Jinyoung opened one of his textbooks, pointing at the material they had to memorize. "Jackson's final for math is in two days, we should study now."
