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By the time that Mark woke up, he was completely furious. How could that stupid boy hit him? How did he dare? Mark was starting to feel the rage that he didn't feel when the other boy was in his face. For fuck's sake, he even had to go to the infirmary!
"I'm going to kill that bastard." Mark growled, and sat up on the bed, only to have a hand crushing him down to the bed by his shoulder.
"Hey there. Where do you think you are going?"
"What the...? I'm going to kill that bastard!" Mark replied hotly, without even knowing who the answer of the voice was.
"You are not going anywhere, Mark."
It was then that Mark looked to the person beside him, just to find Jackson staring at him with a serious expression on his handsome face. The elder deinflated right away.
"Jackson..."
"I think we need to talk."
Mark swallowed hard and rested his head on the pillow. This was it. The end of their relationship. Jackson surely was going to break up with him, and even if he wasn't, Mark realized with a flinch that he was going to have to do it. It wasn't fair that the entirety of Jackson's house was against the younger because of him. Mark knew how much Jackson loved his house, and he was normally selfish, but he couldn't bring himself to be selfish with Jackson. Maybe that was what real love was about. Selflessness. So he was going to let him go.
"Yeah, we do."
Jackson looked at him and smiled sadly. He took his hand between his and intertwined their fingers.
"I know it wasn't your fault, and that you only tried to defend yourself. JB and Jinyoung told the professor and Smith is going to be punished. I'm even going to make sure he leaves the team."
Mark frowned slightly and shook his head no.
"What? No! You can't do that, the whole house is going to hate you for it!"
"I don't care, Mark. He can't... I can't let him do this and then don't penalize him."
Mark sighed, his eyes full of unshed tears, and he tightened his hold on Jackson's hand.
"They'll think I'm only with you because of the protection that you provide me with."
Jackson glanced at him brokenly and caressed his cheek lovingly.
"Babe, I don't care what they say. You are in the infirmary because of that bastard. That's abuse, and I'm not anywhere near to letting bullying go by without a sanction. I'm not having a bully in my Quidditch team, Mark, I hope you understand."
"Gaga, think properly. You are going to lose one of your best players because of me."
"I don't give a fuck, okay!? He's not worthy! But you are! And I will protect you, always."
Mark closed his eyes.
"Jackson-ah... You aren't going to solve this situation with that... He's going to keep tormenting us... So..." Mark swallowed, openned his eyes and stared at their intertwined hands. "I think... it would be better if we break up..."
"W-Wait, what...? And give them what they want? Mark, no! Are you out of your mind?" Jackson said desperately holding Mark's hand within his own as if the elder was going to leave him, and in a way he was. "Mark. G-Gege. Please, think about it. I know we are going through a lot of shit right now, but... but it's okay, baby! We are together, and when we are together we are strong, right?" Jackson's eyes were filling up with tears, and Mark was feeling the bile go up his throat, the guilt eating at him. He couldn't see Jackson like that, less if it was because of him.
"I'm sorry, Jackson... I really am, it's breaking my heart seeing you like this, but... I can't keep going... It's too much for me, I don't know how to handle it,,,"
"Isn't our love good enough for you to keep going?" Jackson asked in a weak whisper, looking as shattered as Mark was a feeling on the inside. Mark felt like an absolute son of a bitch.
"I'm really sorry, Jackson... but we knew that this wouldn't work anyway... a Slytherin and a Gryffindor... it just doesn't fit..."
"We knew? Did you, now? Because I sure as hell didn't! I'm ready to face all the shit they throw at us! Why aren't you? Why are you such a fucking coward!" Jackson shouted, his temper coming to the surface. He got up from the chair very agitated, his tears shinning in his eyes and making him look like a much younger version of himself. But after realising the words that left his mouth, he quickly went to apologise, his eyes openned wide. "That's not what I..."
"But it's true! I'm a Slytherin and I'm weak!" Mark yelled in return, and Jackson closed and openned his mouth, trying to say something but looking more like a fish out of water. "I'm weak, and that's right, I'm a coward! I can't face my problems like you do! I'm... I'm not a fucking Gryffindor, okay!?" Mark was slowly losing all the venom in which he started yelling his words and was whispering now, looking at Jackson while silently crying. "I'm not brave, Jackson.... I'm just a filthy, sneaky Slytherin who can't confront his own demons. I'm not even deserving of your kindness. I'm just... weak... This is what you think you've fallen in love with, but..." Mark's tears were rolling down his cheeks like waterfalls, and Jackson made a move to take his hand , but Mark was faster. He sat up, took his wand from the night table and was running out of the infirmary in the blink of an eye.
"Mark, wait!! Mark!" The younger tried to follow him, but Mark never looked back.
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Mark ran and ran as fast as his legs could take him. He knew deep down in his subconscious what he might look like, still in the infirmary pyjamas, running as though his life is on the line. But it was not his life he was protecting, it was his heart. He kept running until his breath was ragged and he couldn't see properly anymore, his vision blurry because of his tears and full of dark spots because of the lack of oxygen. He crashed into everyone and anyone, and he could swear that he even heard someone calling him ("Mark hyeong!") but he didn't stop, he never stopped, until he reached a classroom, the one in the third floor, where he knew he could hide, and confront his demons. So he locked the room behind him, took his wand firmly in his hand and openned the wardrobe.
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"No, damn, where the hell is he...? He's too fast..." Jackson muttered to himself, while walking down the corridors, trying to find his (he hoped) boyfriend to talk him out of that stupid idea of his. He felt scared because he had never seen Mark like that, and he didn't know what he was capable of doing in such state of mind. He felt a bit of relief when he saw Mark's brother and his friend at the end of the corridor he was at, and he ran to him, even though deep in his heart he was sure the younger didn't know anything about Mark.
"Yugyeom-ah!"
The younger turned around, curious as to who could be calling him and stopping his conversation with his best friend BamBam altogether.
"Jackson hyeong, long time no see!" Yugyeom smiled at him brightly, his eyes almost disappearing and creating some wrinkles to appear in his handsome, but baby-ish features.
The two of them were apparently curious, because it wasn't every day that Jackson approached them, even if they were in good terms. They weren't the same age, so it was understandable that they didn't hang out.
When Jackson finally arrived where the two youngsters were, he tried to catch his breath a bit. BamBam put his hand over his shoulder, while Yugyeom told him to take long breaths and to calm his pulse. Those two boys were gold, and Jackson couldn't be more thankful, because their advices actually worked.
"What is it, hyeong?" BamBam, impatiently, asked right away. Jackson sometimes wondered how those two got along, because they were like the opposites of the same coin. While BamBam was impatient, Yugyeom was calm, and when BamBam was bold and sneaky, Yugyeom was shy and honest. But he guessed he couldn't exactly judge.
"D-Do you... by some sort of miracle... know where Mark hyeong is?" Jackson asked the two of them.
They rewarded him with big eyes and fervent shakes of their heas at the same time, and it would've been comical if he were in a different situation.
"Ani. Why? Is there something wrong with him?" Instantly, both looked at him alarmed, and Jackson knew they were just as worried as him.
"I can't find him anywhere, he... we had a bit of a disagreement, and he ran out of the infirmary and then I couldn't find him..." Jackson was on the verge of tears. Mark was his everything, and he was out there, vulnerable and alone...
"Infirmary?" Asked Yugyeom, incredulously.
"What the hell?" BamBam managed to formulate. "What happened?"
"It's... It's a long story, Bam! I need to find him, just... if you happen to come across him, please, tell me as soon as possible!" He said quickly, running to the other end of the corridor in search of his boy.
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After some more minutes of search in which he felt exhausted physical and emotionally talking. At some point, he heard a distant "Jackson!" but he wasn't in the mood to deal with his mates, so he just kept walking. He was still on the first floor, after he had gone to the dungeons to search for Mark, but he didn't find him, and he was starting to slowly give up.
"Hyeong!" He heard, but now the voice sounded familiar, so he turned around and saw his best friend next to his boyfriend, a cute and sweet Hufflepuff, Youngjae, who were running towards him.
"Jaebum hyeong? Youngjae ah?" He was confused to say the least.
"What happened with Mark hyeong?" Youngjae asked, puzzled.
"Yeah, we saw him running like Satan himself was following him. What...?" Jaebum started, but Jackson interrupted him.
"Do you know where he was headed to?" He looked at them with wide eyes, hope swirling inside of his dark orbs.
"At first we thought that he had no destiny in mind, so we followed him before coming to find you. He's on the third floor, DADA's classroom. Don't know why he would want to go there, though..." Jaebum said, and Jackson could've kissed him, but he opted for a hug instead.
"Thank you!!"
And Jackson ran to the third floor.