chapter thirty

                                    

                                          
"Jinyoung, if we're in a fanfiction, does that mean everything we say is scripted? Like, I have no control over what I'm saying right now because the author is writing it themselves. Wait... are people reading this? Are people reading our book? Like our life? They know our life?"
                          
"Mark..." Jinyoung sighed in disappointment. "Just because your love story is like a fanfiction doesn't mean someone actually wrote it and people read it."
                          
"Hmm."
                          
"Hmm."
                          
"Hmm."
                          
"Hmm."
                          
"I'm in a really good mood today," I said randomly, smiling at him. "I don't know why. I'm just in a really good mood."
                          
"Okay," Jinyoung said indifferently.
                          
"I feel like you don't care."
                          
"I don't."
                          
"But seriously, there's an author who's writing this right now. And maybe people will comment on this paragraph. Isn't that weird to think about?"
                          
"Hmm," Jinyoung said.
                          
"Hmm."
                          
"Hmm."
                          
"Hmm."
                          
"Why are we humming?" Jackson asked, appearing beside us and kissing my cheek.
                          
"I don't know," Jinyoung shrugged.
                          
"Okay," Jackson laughed, before turning to me. "Hey, Mark, I have to go do something right now, but can I take you out after school?"
                          
A smile made its way onto my face as I nodded. "Where?"
                          
He winked. "It's a surprise. See you later?"
                          
I gave him a brief hug before he walked off in the direction of the teachers' offices.
                          
"Hmm," Jinyoung said.
                          
"Hmm?"
                          
"What's he doing that's more important than you?"
                          
"A lot of things are more important than me," I scoffed, hitting his arm. "He probably has to talk to a teacher or something. Didn't you see him go in that direction?"
                          
Jinyoung shrugged. "Okay, you're probably right. Anyway, we should head to class."
                          
"Right," I said as we started walking. "But, back to the fanfiction, what do you think it would be called?"
                          
I glanced at Jinyoung, who was frowning in thought. "Probably something like 'All the stars in the sky'," he said after a moment.
                          
"What? That's so cringy," I said with a shudder.
                          
"Exactly. That's why it would be called that, because fanfiction names are always really bad. Or it will be a song title."
                          
"Song? What song?"
                          
"I don't know. Or!" He gasped, clasping his hands together and grinning, "'My Daddy Jackson'."
                          
I groaned because it was unfortunately a possible option. "Gross. I hope not."
                          
He shrugged. "It's very likely. Most fanfictions have daddy kinks in them so much that it's not even a surprise anymore. And he'll probably call you Princess at one point."
                          
I imagined Jackson calling me Princess and blushed. Jinyoung evidently noticed and sighed loudly.
                          
"You want him to call you Princess now, don't you."
                          
"What??? No, I don't!" I said quickly. "Look, you have to go to your class, your teacher's almost here."
                          
I shoved him in the direction of his class and went to mine where Yugyeom and Bambam were arguing over whether Jungkook's legs were nicer than Bambam's.