Affinity // (GOT7 Markson)

Chapter Four - Good Tonight

JACKSON WANG (text)

"I'm the one in the black snap back, you can't miss me."

MARK TUAN (text)

"Alright, see u soon."

It was a gloomy Wednesday, and Mark was making his way to a local coffee shop where he was supposed to be meeting Jackson for lunch. On his way there a few rain droplets landed on his phone screen. Mark pulled his grey hood over his head and zipped up his sweater as far as it would go before letting out a small shiver. The coffee shop was called Remedy, and there seemed to be a lot of people there. Business men were lining up waiting for their coffees, and a small quiet woman was curled up with a tea and her laptop near the window. Mark squinted and panned the room for any signs of Jackson.

"Over here, Mark!" Jackson yelled while waving his hands, which made a few people stare over into his direction. Jackson really wasn't subtle.

His black snapback was backwards, hiding his brown hair. Jackson wore a white long sleeve T-shirt that was just tight enough to make out his chest. Mark sat down awkwardly, not sure of how to begin their conversation.

"I'm happy you came. I know I can be a bit of a jerk, but there was no excuse for my antics last night." Jackson explained, and with a swift hand extension he went to shake Mark's, "I'm sorry, okay?"

Mark took Jackson's hand slowly to shake it. Jackson's hand was warm and his grip was firm, and kind of hurt Mark's hand.

"It's alright, I guess I can be kind of sensitive as well" Mark said, trying to placate Jackson. "Usually I'm not surrounded by so many people, and being put on the spot like that... I just... sort of wanted to escape."

"Yeah, I understand. But you were actually not bad. For a rookie, I mean." Jackson tilted his head to the side, "Makes me wonder how you were able to move so fluid if you hadn't danced before."

Mark looked down, clearly shy, "I did some martial arts tricking back in California. That's where I'm from. My dad made me get into all sorts of sports and things like that."

"Smart man, your dad." Jackson said slowly nodding his head, "So, Cali eh? How are you liking the wetness that is Vancouver?"

"It doesn't bother me. I like it, actually." Mark said picking up the menu. "Do you know what you want to eat?" he asked politely.

"Honestly, I'm not hungry much. I just wanted an excuse to meet up with you." Jackson confessed, "So please, order what you want and I'll cover it."

'Seriously, he's not even going to eat?! What does he think, I'm just going to sit here stuffing my face while he watches?!' Mark thought, getting kind of irritated.

"Well, I am not going to eat unless you get something." Mark said sternly, putting the menu down.

"Fine, I'll get whatever you're having" Jackson retorted, with a small corner smile.

"Fine." Mark shot back, "I'll have the soup and sandwich of the day, with a small marble mocha."

"Well, don't tell me. Tell the waitress, silly." Jackson laughed. Mark gave him a death glare that seemed to have no effect on Jackson.

***

Three hours later, surrounded by empty bowls and plates filled with crumbs, Mark was curled up in his chair sipping on the remnaints of a cold mocha. Jackson was deep into a story about how he was a master fencer back in China, and even competed in the Chinese Junior Olympics. Mark highly doubting everything that came out of Jackson's mouth, but gave him the benefit of the doubt because he seemed to be extremely into the story.