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Kunpimook rolls his eyes, walking out of the room with Mark. "Gross," he says, nudging Mark and laughing.

"Sorry," Mark says, awkwardly rubbing his neck. "Kinda forgot you were standing there too."

"It's alright," He says, "I'm glad that Jackson is remembering some stuff."

"Me too," Mark says, plopping down onto the couch. "But I hate that he's in pain when he does it."

"Yeah," Kunpimook agrees, grabbing a bag of chips and sitting on the couch next to Mark.

"I think I should take him back to the doctor," Mark says, grabbing a few chips from the other's bag and shoving them into his mouth. "It can't be good for him to be in that much pain when just simply remembering something."

"Noooo!" The two hear, as Jackson emerges back out from the bedroom and sits on the floor in front of them. "Don't take me back to the doctor!"

Mark sighs, looking down at him. "Jackson, I told you to rest."

"So?" Jackson says, grabbing a few chips for himself and eating them loudly.

"You didn't even ask Bam for a chip," Mark says, looking at him. "Did you forget your manners too?"

Jackson looks up at him, and then back down at the floor. "I'm sorry..."

Mark sighs. "I'm taking you to the doctor tomorrow."

"No!" Jackson says yet again, pouting up at him.

"You're acting childish." Mark says, closing his eyes before slowly opening them again.

"Am not," Jackson says, sticking his tongue out. "I just don't need to go to the doctor."

"Fine!" Mark says, standing up. "Then be sick! If you don't want my help, then fine." He walks to the door, wrapping his hand around the knob.

"Wait," Jackson says, sorrowfully walking to the door where Mark stood. "Where are you going?"

"Back to my apartment," He says, "You can stay here, since you obviously don't need me."

"No..." Jackson says, grabbing Mark's hand gently. "Don't go... I'm sorry..."

"Mark," Kunpimook says, standing up as well. "Calm down."

Mark stays silent and still, his hand still on the doorknob as Jackson held his other hand.

"I need you," Jackson says, his eyes welling with tears. "You're the only person who can help me remember..."

Mark retracts his hand from Jackson's, turning the doorknob and walking through it. He closes the door behind himself, as Jackson and Kunpimook stand frozen in silence.

Tears slide down Jackson's cheeks, as he feels a sharp pain to his head. He holds his head in his hands, crouching down and muffling a distressed noise.

"No, no, no!" Kunpimook panics, trying to get Jackson over to the couch. He eventually does so, laying the other down and trying to control his own nerves as he tried to help his friend.

"Jackson, please," Kunpimook says, holding his hand tightly as his eyes overflowed with tears. He tries calling Mark's phone while Jackson calms down, only to be sent to voicemail.

"You have reached the voicemail box of... 'Mark Tuan'... who is not available at the moment. Please try again later." The phone answers, as Kunpimook throws it to the floor and groans.

"Asshole," he mumbles, holding onto Jackson's hand as he comes back to his senses.

Jackson looks at the younger, his eyes glazed over slightly. "I only... I only saw some person screaming at me..." He says, referring to what he just previously remembered. "Don't know who..."

"It's okay," Kunpimook says, making sure the other' bandages were secure. "Just breathe, okay?"

Jackson nods, closing his eyes and taking a few deep breaths. He opens them again, reaching for the pen on the side table. He writes down a few words on his wrist, hoping that Mark would see it.

Mark didn't end up going to his apartment. He ended up at the park, looking out at the horizon as the sun set. He just felt so broken. So stressed beyond belief and crushed inside. He looked down at his hands, watching as a few words popped up on his wrist. Though it didn't stay long, the words disappeared very quickly, almost within the blink of an eye. Mark sat, confused, as his wrist was now blank again.

Jackson and Kunpimook sat together, watching television. They shared a blanket and chips as the somewhat snuggled on the couch and laughed at the show.

Kunpimook felt a shiver go through him, as his wrist stung for a half second. He looked down at his wrist, his eyes widening. He didn't know what to think when he saw the words 'i love you' written sloppily on his wrist. He looked over at Jackson, who was unbothered and didn't seem to notice his change of tone. Though the elder's wrist sat out, the exact same thing on Jackson's wrist as on his very own wrist.

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a/n: I SWEAR THIS STORY ISNT CHANGING TO JACKBAM,,, THINGS WILL HAPPEN TO GO BACK TO MARKSON I PROMISE,,,,
but i wanted to add that lil thing,,,, forgive me,,,, i promise it'll be fixed in later chapters ,,,,,, but if ya like jackbam then woo

but hey, it was a (decently) long update! yay em for actually writing and not procrastinating!!!!

also did ya notice the use of the book description at the end (((; heh (((((((((;

ok anyways i hope you enjoyed!
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thanks, ilysm~
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