Encore

05. Sulking

Mark was sipping his Americano, replying to some emails while in the waiting room. Being Jackson's manager, he has to follow Jackson to the Seoul Music Awards.

He hopes that when Jackson comes back, he won't be a sulking puppy. Sure, Jackson is adorable when he pouts. But the never-ending whines make him want to rush head first into a wall.

When Jackson learnt that Jaebeom was attending the Seoul Music Awards, he went absolutely crazy. Since he was one of the hosts, he was happy that he could see Jaebeom. However, when it dawned upon him that he couldn't meet Jaebeom since he has to do his job (of being a host), Jackson started sulking.

Lying on the couch, Mark made himself comfortable, a small sigh leaving his lips. If Jackson comes in whining again, he is going to the nearest store to find duct tape.

"Mark!" The door flung open with a loud bang. Mark jumped in his seat, cursing a little.

He set his Americano on the table (no one wants a spilled Americano) and braced for impact.

As he predicted, a body pummelled him. Mark found himself staring back at an energized puppy. At least Jackson isn't sulking.

"I saw him! He was seating near the front of the stage! And he looks so hot in that black and red velvet suit of his." Jackson whined, continuing his rant of how it is unfair for Jaebeom to look so good.

"But you like it right?"

"No!" Jackson scrambled off Mark and protested vehemently.

"So you looooovvvvveeee him." Mark cooed. Jackson covered Mark's mouth, eyes wide.

Mark knew that Jackson was slow when it comes to love. In the university, countless guys and girls hit on Jackson and he didn't even notice them.

But how can someone be so dense?!

Mark took Jackson's hand away and smirked.

"Jackson and Jaebeom

Sitting in a tree

K-I-S-S-I-N-G!

First comes love

Then comes fucking-"

Just then, BamBam entered the room. Jackson immediately flung his arms around BamBam and pouted. "BamBam, Mark is bullying me!"

Mark smacked Jackson's head lightly. "I am just stating the facts."

"What facts?"

Jackson groaned. He flopped onto the couch and covered his face. He knew the two were going to tease him.

"That he looovvveeesss Jaebeom."

BamBam nodded. "I'm not surprised. Backstage, when he spotted Jaebeom, his heart eyes were crazy."

"I bet he took pictures too."

"He did. I took pictures of him doing so. Good blackmail material."

Mark gave BamBam a thumbs up. "Good work." They did their special bro handshake before exchanging the photos.

"Look at this one. He looks dopey." BamBam glanced over at the picture Mark was referring to.

"Nuh-uh. This is better. His 10000000000/10 ass is seen clearly as he peers from behind the stage curtain."

"Are you adding it to the folder: Jackson's 1 mln ?"

"What the fuck?! You guys have a folder with pictures of my ass?!" Jackson exclaimed incredulously.

The duo didn't even give him a side glance. Jackson threw his hands in the air. Giving up, he started scrolling through his feed.

BamBam nodded. "Yeah. So that I can send it to our future brother-in-law."

Mark narrowed his eyes. "When were you so nice?"

BamBam smirked. "Of course not for free. I'm going to make Jaebeom get me lots of Gucci."

"That's it! You two!"

Jackson chased the duo around the room. However, since it was 2 against one, Jackson ended up being the one who was chased.

Mark smacked Jackson's ass, causing Jackson to gasp. Glaring at the duo, he grabbed his clothes and went to to change.

After changing, he returned to the room, grabbing his mask, wallet and phone. "I'm going to grab some food." Jackson told them.

"Can you bring some back for us?" BamBam begged. Mark gave his sad face.

Jackson raised one of his eyebrows. "I will if you delete that folder."

BamBam shook his head immediately. "That is like choosing between a burger and a LV bag."

Jackson laughed. "Fine. Being a nice friend, I will still buy something for you two idiots to eat."

"Thank you so much!" The duo peppered kisses over Jackson's face.

Wriggling out of their embrace, Jackson dashed out of the door.

Those two... Jackson chuckled, shaking his head.

His steps slowed down as he walked out of the venue.

Searching for 24/7 eateries nearby, he spotted a dim sum place. Back in Hong Kong, he used to eat dim sum with his family every Saturday morning after their run.

Missing the food he ate back home, Jackson walked into the eatery.

The bell chimed as Jackson pushed the door. It was nearly 1am so there weren't many people.

An elderly Chinese lady asked Jackson what he wanted. She was shorter than him, her eyes sparkling, a smile painted across her face. Jackson couldn't help but smile back. After telling her his order, he went to sit.

Just then, he heard someone curse softly.

"Fuck the soup keeps spilling."

Jackson turned around. The person was sitting in a corner, his back facing Jackson.

Is that a black and red velvet suit?