I Love You, But I Lied - Mark Tuan and Got7 Fanfic

Part 6

Jess

I hear Jackson's voice from outside the apartment, shouting, ringing the doorbell non-stop and banging on my door. What the heck!!!!!

I take the pillow from under my head and put it over my ears to muffle the sound. After a few more 'dings' and 'bangs' I hear the door open. I remember leaving Victor on the floor in the living room last night. I suddenly feel guilty not waking him up. 

"You slept here?" I can hear Jackson's voice. He might be shocked to see Victor still in the house. "Anyway, where's Jess?" 

In just a few seconds, he's already in the room and pulling the pillow off my head. "Jess...." he whispers at first, but then louder, "Jess!", and I sit up on the bed, holding my aching head and throwing the pillow at his face. 

"Shut up! Cuz...it's so early. Can you at least give me some peace in the morning?" I pull the blanket from his hand and put it over my face. 

"It's already almost noon, sleepy head. C'mon. We're taking you out today!" He pulls the blanket again from my face and tugs on my arm, forcing me to get up. 

"Where are we going?" I ask lazily, yawning. 

"Out! Let's go to the park. It's the only free time I have this week. C'mon." He takes me by the shoulders and pulls me up to a sitting position. Then he pushes me from the back to make me stand.

"Ok, ok...I'm up," I say resignedly, putting up my hands in the air. 

Before I could get in the bathroom, Victor comes in. "Besie, I hate you!" He says, dragging his body to my bed. "My back is aching from sleeping on the hard floor."

I giggle and sat beside him, massaging his back. "Sorry! I was too tired to carry you." 

"You two really are too close not to be a couple," Jackson's glaring eyes dart at us again. 

"Please...it's too early to argue about that," Victor says, taking the pillow beside him and putting it over his head. 

Then I remember....Shit! I told Mark about Victor being gay last night....didn't I? 

"Besie..." I shake him and lean closer to his ear. "I have a confession to make." I whisper. 

"What?" I can still hear his muffled voice under the pillow. 

I look at Jackson, who's still eyeing us. I smile at him and stand up, "later," I tell Victor. 

"Now, go get ready." He pushes me in the bathroom. I hear Jackson going out the room and into the kitchen. 

As I stand under the hot shower, I try to remember what happened last night. I had too much to drink and only recall bits and pieces of the last few hours. 

Mark! I suddenly feel my face heat up. Before he left the apartment, after cleaning up, he gave me a peck on the cheek. Was he drunk? Maybe it's just his way of saying goodbye...yeah...maybe that's just it. But he's cute though and really funny, too. 

I walk out of the shower in my robe and head towards the pile of luggage at one side of the room, which I haven't had time to unpack yet, and rummage for some decent clothes to wear. I find a pair of denim shorts and a plain white shirt. I look in another bag to get some undies. 

Jackson walks in the room just before I take off the robe. "Shit!" He yelps. "Cuz! Are you seriously going to change in here with Victor on the bed?" He says it like it's the biggest sin in the world. 

I totally forgot Jackson is still in the house. I'm so used to our apartment back in New Zealand. I've changed many times in front of Victor before, so I didn't really thought of that until Jackson came in.