Jackson had woken up and is currently sitting at his kitchen table, it is 6.30am and way too early for his liking. He had to go to his internship today, which he didn't quite mind but waking up at 6.00am wasn't his thing.

He'd rather go out with his friends to a party, which he is going to do tonight, if he could get Jinyoung to go too. Because he wasn't going to mom BamBam and Yugyeom.

Speaking of the devil Jinyoung walks in to the living room/kitchen area. He is still in his nightwear and still looks very sleepy, rubbing his eyes with his hands as he makes his way to the kitchen to make breakfast.

The two boys had been living together for about three years now. Nothing was really weird to the two anymore, they both had people over before or walked in to each other when one of them was in the bathroom. 

They were comfortable with each other, to others they sometimes seem like a couple but they know that they're not. Though they didn't mind to be called a couple, it could sometimes get a bit awkward for the two best friends.

"Morning." Jinyoung mumbled sleeply.

"Morning sleepy head." Jackson says and cluckles as he takes another bite of his breakfast, looking down at his phone scrolling through his Facebook.

Jackson eats some more and Jinyoung soon joins him for breakfast. Jackson knows how much Jinyoung likes to go through the day at the beginning of the day so he put his phone down and looks at the slightly younger.

"So why are you up early on this Friday morning?" Jackson asks.

"Well I go to something called college just like you."

"Fair enough, do you have a long day?"

"Not really, I start at 8:00am and end at 3:00pm. What about you?"

"I start at 8:00am too but I finish at 5:00pm."

The younger nods at him.

"But Jinyoung-ah, I have to ask you something though."

"What's up?"

"About that party, it'd b-"

"Jackson I told you, I am not going!" the younger exclaimed.

"Come on, why not?" the older whined.

"I am not going to mom those two brats so you can get drunk, besides I have the early shift at work tomorrow and if it's up to you guys we'll be home at 5:00am."

"Please Jinyoung-ah, it's just a favor."

"No Jackson, I'm not doing it I swear." Jinyoung says a bit frustrated.

He had explained to his best friend several times before that this night, he wasn't going to be with him, but the other just wouldn't leave it alone.

"You're so boring, my god."

"I'd rather be boring then irresponsible."

"Are you implying that I'm irresponsible?" Jackson gets slightly irritated by his comment.

He's not irresponsible, he knows what he's doing and he stays with that statment as long as he has to, to prove to the other that he isn't irresponsible.

"Maybe who knows."

"Well, I'm not going to leave those two alone so I kind of have to go don't I?" Jackson doesn't know what has come up to him but he feels a bit angered now.

"True, listen. Although I won't be coming, know you can always call me okay?" He placed his hand on top of the other.

Jackson's sensitive to the other's touch so he calms down a bit and breaths out heavily.

"Yeah I know, but I just want you to have fun." Jackson whines.

"I can have fun, but that's just not my way. Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to shower." the Korean boy stands up and walks to the door.

"Wait Jinyoung-ah," a sudden guilt washes over the Hong Kong native. The Korean boy turns around when his name is called and look at the other questioning,

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have turned mad."

"It's okay Jackson-ah." He said and actually meant it.

Sometimes they have these moments, they'd disagree with each other but at the end of the day they love each other. They're best friends they can't just hate each other because of a stupid little argument.

The older walks up to the other and hugs him. He wraps his arms around the other and places his head in the crook of the younger boy's neck. "My priorities shouldn't be to force you to come to a party if you don't want to go. I do it unconsciously, I'm really sorry for that."

"Jackson-ah, stop it. It's okay really. We all have these moments sometimes. Whether it be forcing each other for the good or the bad." Jinyoung says, hugging him back tightly, his hand moving up and down his spine.

They let go of each other and Jackson moved back to his spot. He eats the last bit of his breakfast and then continues to go upstairs to pack his bag for his internship.

The Chinese boy grabs his fencing gear and a towel, shower gel and shampoo and puts it in his bag.

"Jinyoung-ah, I'm off to my internship, see you tonight!" He yells to the other who is still in the shower.

"Bye Jack, see you later!" The other yells back from the shower.

Jackson grabs his keys, puts on his shoes and grabs a jacket and walks off to the car. He puts his stuff in the seat next to him and drives off to the fencing school.

The 22 year old male arrives about 15 minutes later at his dad's fencing school. Though his dad wasn't there, it felt like he was.

He opens the doors and sees one of the employees sitting behind the front desk and he greets him.

He walks to the dressing room and puts on his fencing gear.

Jackson loves to fence, he got it from his dad who's a fencing trainer. Jackson fences as long as he can remember and his dad inspired him to become a fencing trainer aswell.

Jackson checks his phone and sees a message from Yugyeom.

'Hyung, BamBam got sick so I have to take care of him. We won't be attending tonight. I'm sorry 😅'

Jackson feels somewhat relieved that they're not going. This means he's not obligated to go either and he can stay in with Jinyoung tonight. He loves to stay with him because he, together with Yugyeom and BamBam, are the only family he has close by.

He decides to order some nice dinner for Jinyoung and himself tonight as an apology of this morning. He still feels quite bad about it though Jinyoung said that it was okay now. Honestly, he doesn't know what happened to him this morning. Something triggered him and he don't know what it was.

Although now he was thinking about it maybe it was because he said he was being irresponsible. He wasn't, he loves his friends and family and he would do anything for them. Most of the times he'd place them before himself, making himself less important. Caring about their feelings more than his own and mostly caring about their happiness.

He gets up from his seat and puts his phone in his bag. His first class will start soon and he gets up to meet his fencing trainer. The two of them are very close because they teach almost every lesson together. To his surprise his fencing trainer wasn't here today. He becomes a bit nervous because this was the first time he had to do it alone if his fencing trainer wasn't going to show up.

Jackson knows how to teach the different classes but the first time doing something like this just makes him very nervous, what if he fucks it up? He doesn't want to be seen as a bad teacher, nor does he want the children to tell their parents that their class was boring or they didn't learn anything.

He heard the sound coming from his phone meaning he received a text message. He quickly took his phone out and reads the message.

'Sorry Jackson-ah I can't be there today. You can do it! I left some notes in the cabinet as to which class can do what today. You can call me if you need to!'

Jackson sighs and types a quick reply. 'I will read them. I'll let you know how it went.'

Jackson walks to the room where they teach and awaits for the first students to arrive. His first class where little children from the age of 5 to 7 years old. Jackson always thought they were very cute and that's why he wanted to be a teacher. He can combine his love for children and teens with his love and passion for fencing.

After a while the first children and their parents come in. He talks with a few parents about their children's progress and when exactly the first tournament is so they can come to watch their child.

Not much later he starts the lesson and to his surprise it goes relatively well. The children listen to him carefully and he helps wherever he can. Though it's his first time his trainer's words helped him a lot.

The day passes by quickly and before he knows it, it's the end of the end of the day and he's cleaning up the room he used. With a content feeling he gives a last look to the room to check if everything is okay before leaving it and closing off the door.

Jackson walks back to the dressing room and grabs his towel and shower gel before proceeding to the showers. In the shower he places his fencing clothes on the little bench next to the door. Thank god for employee showers, they're bigger and you can actually leave your stuff behind without worrying about it getting stolen. You can also leave your stuff behind without them getting completely soaked.

After 15 minutes he walks out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist and his fencing gear in his hands. He heads back to his stuff and luckily there's no one else in the locker room.

Another 15 minutes later he walks out with his phone in his hand, he's checking his phone on messages and he spots one of his mom. His heart starts to beat a little faster as he clicks on the message to read it.

'Jackson, call me when you've eaten. I'd like to talk to you.'

Jackson stares at the message and a nervous feeling overloads him, his mom never messages him anything like that. He walks out of the building and towards his car, heading home and the whole way back home he can't think about anything else but his mom and the text he received moments before.

Before he reaches his home he pulls over at a takeout restaurant and gets himself and Jinyoung something to eat. He orders and whilst he waits for the food to arrive at his table so he can take it home, he unlocks his phone and stares at the message. He didn't reply yet because he didn't know what to say to his mom.

He touches his screen and his keyboard pops up, he waits a second before typing a reply. 

'I will, I hope you're okay xx'

He watches his screen nervously as he sees his mom typing a reply to him. 

'I am fine Jack, don't worry.' 

He reads the text and feels a bit relieved but can't actually believe his mom fully before he talks to her.

Jackson's name is called through the speaker of the restaurant meaning his food is ready to be taken. He walks up to the counter and quickly pays for it before leaving to get into his car once again.

Jackson can't wait any longer and calls his mom from the parking lot. He video calls his mom, arms resting on the steering wheel so his arms aren't aching.

"Jack? Are you okay? Have you eaten?" His mom pops up on the screen, she looks like she just got home from work.

"Mom! I'm okay, are you?" the Chinese male asks a hint of panic in his voice.

"I am fine, Jack. It's just," she sighs, "I got this letter, it was addressed to you and I recognized the stamp on it, it was send from Seoul. I don't think it's one of your friends, so I wanted to know if you knew anything about it."

"A letter for me? From Seoul to Hong Kong?"

"That's what it seems like."

"I don't know anything about a letter. Can you open it for me so I can read it?"

"Of course honey." His mom puts down her phone so she can open the envelope carefully. She grabs the letter from it and opens it up. She picks up the phone and turns the camera so it's now filming the letter.

"Can you read it?" she asks, trying to keep her phone still so her son can read the letter.

"Not really, everything is a bit blurry. I guess it's the internet connection. Can you read it to me?"

His mother hums and she picks up the letter and flips the camera again so it's facing her. She holds up the letter in front of her so she can read it, the paper covering a part of her face as she does. She starts to read the letter.

Jackson is listening and he gets more and more quiet and more emotional when he hears the voice of his mom reading the letter out loud. Her voice gets more and more heavy as she reads the letter, Jackson knows she's getting emotional aswell.

Several years after his coming out he decided his parents to tell about the letter he wrote. They were already emotional back then and they didn't even know what exactly was written in the letter, just the fact that their son wrote a letter which could fall into wrong hands and he could be used for it, was difficult for them.

Eventually they got over it, but he'll never forget the moment when he looked them in the eyes after telling them, they looked disappointed but also relieved

They, to this day, don't know what's in the letter. Only Jackson and Mark now that, without the two of them realizing it.

Jackson hears the heavy voice of his mom through the speakers of his phone and that combined with the beautiful and helpful words of the boy named Mark were all a bit too much for Jackson. He felt tears creeping up in his eyes and he couldn't move his gaze from the phone screen. He sees his mother, tears streaming down her cheeks as she tries to carry on her reading for her son.

"You can do this Jackson! I believe in you! Believe in yourself too, you can do this! Love, Mark." 

His mom looks puts the letter down and looks at Jackson, who she sees now, is also in tears.

"Mommy, please don't cry, it's okay." He tries to say soothingly but his voice cracks as tears still roll down his cheeks.

"Jackson.." Her voice breaking a little as she tries to stop crying.

"Yes mom?" His voice breaking a little too, as he wipes his tears away with the end of his sleeve.

"What exactly did you write in that letter?"

"Honestly, I forgot most of it. Something about how awful I was to you guys and that I didn't know what to do. That I felt helpless, I was basically screaming for help, asking for advice and not knowing what to do at the time."

"You should write this boy, Mark, a letter back. You should write him how you're now and you know thank him for his wonderful letter. And thank him from me too, although you don't need the help anymore, I am sure he has a wonderful personality."

"I will mommy, I will. Please stop crying now, I don't want to see you cry knowing I can't be there to comfort you and hold you in my arms."

"It's fine Jackson, these tears aren't all bad. Some are because I feel horrible that you went through that phase, but I'm also glad. I'm glad that someone actually got your letter and responded to it. Please do as I said."

"I will mommy, but please stop crying."

She wiped her tears away, trying not the ruin the make-up she is wearing and flashed him a quick smile. "I will, you too now okay?"

Jackson copies his mom's movements and they say goodbye to each other and agreeing that they should speak to each other again soon.

A little while later he reaches home. He opens the door and throws his stuff in the corner of the hallway before walking in to the living room. Jinyoung looks up to him as he walks in. The other sees him sitting on the couch with a book in his hand. A position the younger was often found in when he was free or bored.

Jackson places the food in the kitchen table, the other walking up to him curiously, putting his book on the table before opening the plastic bags the food is packed in.

"It's to make up for this morning. I still felt guilty so I hope this is making it a bit better." Jackson says, his voice still a bit raw from the crying not too long ago.

"Jackson-ah, you didn't have to do this. I already told you this morning, it's fine."

"I know, but still." He looks down at his shoes and tries not to cry again. He wants to walk away but he can't seem to move his feet.

The younger looked at the other and the saw there's something wrong with him. It looks like the other is going to cry and have a breakdown right then and there. So the Korean native swings an arm around the other's shoulder and without saying anything he brings the other to the couch, where they both sit down.

"Now tell me what's wrong. Our discussion this morning is clearly not the only thing that's bothering you."

The older wraps his arms around the younger's waits and puts his head in the crook of his neck. The younger is startled by the action but wraps his arms around the other nonetheless. He softly rocks them back and forth as he feels his shirt getting wet from the tears that Jackson's shedding. He rubs his hand up and down on the back of the other and looks at his worriedly.

At this point he has no idea what it's about, but he just wants to calm down his friend so he can talk to him about what happened.

They sit like that for quite a while before Jackson calms down a bit. He looks up at the other, his eyes red from crying but staying silent.

"Jackson-ah, please tell me what's wrong."

Jackson buries his face in the crook of his neck again and Jinyoung feels that the other is not ready just yet to talk about it, which doesn't happen often so he stays quiet.

Jackson sniffles a bit as he stops to cry. "Y-you know that letter I wrote a-a while back right? When I-I wasn't sure about my sexuality?"

"Yes, what about it?"

"My mom texted me saying she needed to talk to me. I called her as soon as I got the food and was back in the car again. I felt so scared that it was something really bad. She told me that she received a letter from Seoul, it was a response to my letter. The letter I wrote when I was 15 year old, broken and didn't know what to do with myself and how to comprehend with my feelings. Apparently someone named Mark found it on the beach nearby. He wrote about how I should believe in myself and he gave me some advice. Basically, he was being really nice. He told me he is gay aswell so he could give me actually some really good advice. Though he doesn't know I don't even need it anymore and that I'm actually 22 years old already."

Jinyoung hums in response, listening to the interesting story from his best friend. He knows how it is too. He's bisexual and well, he has never dealt with so much confusing as when he was going through puberty. He was so confused about everything.

"He was so nice. His words really soothed me and I don't even need them anymore. It felt like my inner 15 year old came back again for that moment and took all the comforting words in and I felt like I could finally be at peace, knowing someone responded to my letter."

Jackson looks up at his best friend. "Without me knowing there was always still a piece of me that wanted someone to respond to that letter. And now someone did, isn't that incredible?" Jackson smiles at the last sentence.

"It is indeed incredible. You should write him back, telling him how thankful you are."

"I will, my mom told me to do that aswell and honestly I'd love to write him back. He deserves a response after writing such an amazing and soothing letter."

Jackson dried his tears with his sleeve for the third time today and stands up. He feels the cold hitting his skin, but he smiles at Jinyoung.

"Shall we eat now?"

"Seems like a good idea. I'm starving."

"Me too."

Jinyoung stands up aswell and they in front of the television that night, enjoying each other's company.

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed! Love you all

~Jacksonidiot