mark doesn’t bother with the door when his roommate enters, his front facing the wall as he curled up under his sheets. clothes are strewn everywhere after a whole day of schedules, which is unlikely because mark always picks them up (jackson’s included) and puts them away once he chances on them. it’s been a month since he started being withdrawn, often retreating into his room when they finish schedules, and he can feel it taking a toll on his relationship with the members. he mumbles a sleepy “you’re here,” when he hears the door click shut, barely looking up.
jackson enters the room half-naked, one towel wrapped around his waist and another over his shoulder. jackson always felt closest to mark, since they slept in the same room and their interests usually lined up together but ever since a month ago, mark had changed. he stopped playing along with him and every time jackson tried to initiate conversation, he was always shot down. nowadays, jackson just stayed quiet and when he hears the male speak, he replies with a simple “yeah, shower’s free if you want it.” after those words, he quickly starts changing, throwing a shirt and some boxers on.
(Source: wonsvego)
trickstuan replied to your post: trickstuan asked:you’re so awesom…
YOU SUCK
someone had a change of heart. hurtful. ( stares; )
wonsvego says,Wow, you’ve finally recognized how great I am. I know this reply is eighteen days late but… ( dramatically pretends to tear up; ) I love you, man. You’re pretty awesome too. ( pretends to wipe a tear that has formed; )
A line exists between accepting an offer and asking for too much. Jackson likes stepping on that line, Mark thinks, as he feels a poke digging into the skin of his sides. It hurts a little more than looking at an empty wallet so he decides a serving of banana split isn’t so bad after all. It’s money, it’ll come around, he says to himself, leaning on the counter and straining his eyes to look at the tiny print on the menu above it. “Nah, that’s okay. I’m the hyung so I should pay.” he says, barely making out the words ‘extra chocolate syrup’ and adding that into his order. Extra chocolate for its biggest fan, Jackson.
“Fun. Skatepark? I got my board.” his hands wrap around the ice cream boat as it’s served up front, taking it over to a table a little off the center of the shop. In this way, people outside wouldn’t see them from the windows. He hates being photographed outside of work.
He nods a few times, letting the male order what he wanted as a big grin tugs at his lips, growing bigger once he had heard the “extra chocolate syrup” that the older male had added, unaware that he would order it. He lets out a small squeal of excitement before he looks around, seeing that some fans had noticed them and had started to take some pictures. Noticing that they didn’t really do anything disruptive, he simply let them be, waving to them every now and then.
“Great! Sounds good–ah, wait, no. I forgot mine at the dorm.” He replies with a small sigh, “I didn’t really know we were going to the skate park so I didn’t come prepared.” He explains with a small chuckle before following the male towards one of the tables where they weren’t seen as much, soon sitting down on one of the chairs across the male. “Can we go and drop by the dorm so I can get mine before we head to the park?”
Mark was usually generous with his allowance, taking his members out for food and games every once in a while. Jackson seemed to abuse the offer, he finds at the end of the day when his wallet is all emptied out. He sniffed petulantly, eyes scanning the menu over before he directs his glance back at his companion. It was bad enough that he was pulling on his favorite shirt, much more that he was visibly pouting without realizing it. Pouting—did subtlety not exist anymore?
“Alright. We’ll get the banana split.” he says, after having mostly kept to his silence. Begrudgingly, he walks up to the counter (more or less dragging his feet on the way there), reaching for a crisp bill to pay for the food.
Jackson’s reasoning has always been “if someone offers, who was he to deny?” however as he redirects his gaze from the menu to the other’s wallet, there was an undeniable guilt that settled on his stomach. A sheepish smile soon tugging at his lips, he reaches to poke the older’s side–almost as if it would help make him feel better–“Tell you what, next time’ll be my treat. How does that sound? He soon offers, partially because he had felt bad for once again emptying Mark’s wallet.
"Mm, let’s go somewhere fun after this too.” He suggests soon after, nodding a few times. Realizing it had been awhile since he had spent time with any of his members aside from schedules, he decides a day out with the oldest was long due, a big grin sprawled across his face.
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trickstuan replied to your post: trickstuan said:came to ask for f…
when was I ever #.little cock??
Sorry, man. I was a little out of it and I accidentally tagged you the wrong thing– [ ` he starts, flashing the male a cheeky grin ]
wonsvego says,Yeah, you know it. [ ` grins ]
wonsvego says,Yeah, man. Scarface on repeat all day, ‘err day.
Are you kidding me! -he says in that gruff voice he uses when he gets excited- Sure. Yeah, whatever. It’s gonna be you anyway. -he gets a start on the race, breezing past the row of extras initially blocking the path-
How confident. Tsk. We’ll see, we’ll see. [ ` he laughs rather mischievously, able to imagine that look of anger and astonishment all combined into their stylist’s face, soon starting the game and biting his lower lip momentarily, seeing the older quickly claim first place as he tails him from behind, not taking too long before overtaking the other, a small “heh” escaping his lips ]
wonsvego says,A lopsided smirk tugs at his lips as he continues to gaze at the older male before redirecting it back to the menu in front of them. “But I really want the banana split–” He reasons, knowing that it was certainly the most expensive thing on the menu, but Mark did offer to pay. With that logic, he nods in confirmation, reaching out to tug on the male’s sleeve, a whine escaping his lips.
“I. Want. Banana. Splittttttt.” He says, acting like a child who was mad because his mom did not want to buy him that toy soldier he saw on one of the shelves by the toy store. “Please?” He urges one more time, soon getting all up in Mark’s face, blinking innocently with a grin.
Nah man. This is between you and me. -he says, the engine on his fiery red ferrari all revved up and ready to go- Loser has to snort hot sauce while doing a handstand.
[ ` he laughs, expecting the other’s response as he fixes up his car soon, thinking of another punishment while the game loaded ] Oh, man. You’re merciless– [ ` he says with a laugh ] How about winner mops the floor with spilled mayonnaise with the loser’s hair?
You blind? Or did the shock you receive when I smoked your sorry ass screw up with your memory? -he says with a taunting tone, fingers relaxing over the buttons on the controller- Be prepared to eat my dust.
[ ` he simply sniggers, starting up the game ] Why don’t we make this more interesting? Like… loser buys dinner for the whole group. [ ` he offers with a big grin on his lips ]
-content that his gift was being put to good use, he throws him a grin when he catches his gaze- 2K. Or a racing game. I’m down with anything.
Yeah, man. Thanks for that. [ ` he says, remembering to thank the other again ] Oh, Racing game–ready to lose like last time? [ ` he jokes with a raised brow, laughing quietly before he stands up and quickly exchanges the game on the xbox to the racing game, soon rejoining the older male ] Alright, let’s play.
wonsvego says,Are you a dog? [ ` raises a brow in amusement ]
