late night ruckus : jongin x mark
Mark stifled back another yawn. The temptation to crawl right into bed increasing with each movement down the west dorm's corridor. The clock struck past midnight and unfortunately, the enrollment in N Class came with more homework than he was expecting. However, he was done with all that shit and that was all that mattered at the moment. It was now time for him and his bed to spend some final seconds together, yet, things were never on his side and as a sudden crash piped through the silent walls of the dorm and echoed loudly through the hallway, Mark almost jumped in surprise. He hadn't predicted anyone to still be awake -- or at least, his thoughts were far from that but once the rustling continued, the redhaired glanced at the little route that lead to the kitchen. Though, should he go or not was soon after decided once he felt the earlier sleepiness drain from his body.
Yet-- the moment Mark reached the kitchen, his eyebrows arched in confusion. There wasn't anyone in sight and the darkness that enveloped the area made him even more confused. Still, curiosity lit brightly inside him and once he felt another presence, Mark reached over to grab whatever he could on the counter beside him. He then took a breath, relaxing his nerves because he could totally take on a murder or a kidnapper. At least, he liked to believe and reaching over to finally flicker on the lights, brown orbs drew to a male that took a spot on the center of the kitchen floor. A scream almost emitting from the assistant at the actual sight of another person, yet, he swallowed it down and stared. "Um," Mark cocked his head to the side in full confusion. It was too late in the night for him to use his brain but witnessing the clatter of mess that surrounded the student, it was easy to put the pieces together.
However, despite it all, Mark kept his spot by the entrance. His gaze carefully studying -- judging the other male across from him all too patiently while he waited for an actual answer.