Markson-one shots <hiatus>

Surprise

Marks pov 

I sat on my couch biting my lip in frustration. For the first time in my life I was happy. Genuinely happy, to the point where all I could do was sit and think about how happy  I was and hope that the feeling won't go as quickly  as it came.

. My happiness had come in the form of Jackson Wang. 

I never felt safer than in his arms. I never understood what that walking pile of perfection saw in me in the first place, but he saw something, and that was enough for me. Every once in a while when he would look at me while I was looking away, I would catch him and ask what he was starting at, he being the bold type he was would always smile, every time without fail, and say "You." It always confused me. I wasn't much of a veiw but every once in a while he would make me feel like one. 

All this had been shattered when my homophobe of a father had walked in on Jackson and I laying together watching his favourite movie. It wasn't even like we were having sex (thank god we weren't) but he saw it as such an issue he consulted my mother, who cried and tried to calmly explain to me that it was a phase. They did all this while Jacksom was still at our house. I had never been more embarrassed in my life. 

My father had thought that I needed a fresh Start and a "new mindset" to shake this phase I was going through. So he uprooted my family and my entire life, and moved us to a new city, three hours away from Jackson. When we left I hadn't been allowed to tell him goodbye, but I had gone anyway. 

For the first time that night, I saw Jacksom cry. I don't know why, I mean why cry over me? But, he did cry, so I held him in my arms like my life depended on it. I hadn't thought I couldve held him any closer to me, but as we drove away I wish I would've. I can remember tears streaming down my face, as I kissed those lips of his I loved so much for possibly the last time. He simply toussled my hair and told me, "I will see you again Mark Tuan, my love."

I was starting to tear at the thought as I pulled my teeth away from my lip finally relising I had indented it. I heard a faint noise Come from across the room, followed by a second, which was the greatest thing I could've heard at that moment. 

"I'm getting tired of seeing you cry, my love." Jackson stood in the doorway. "Surprise" He muttered as my eyes windened. 

Jackson had a grey bag slung over his shoulder. He wore a black tank top and white pants. It's like I had never seen him look better. His light blonde hair was hanging over his perfect eyes, it was longer than the last time I had seen him and I loved it. I always loved it more when he woke up or after I had cuddled myself into my chest, than when he styled it back. Either way he took my breath away. 

I swung my legs up, my feet moving faster than I thought they could. They slammed on the ground causing my room to shake. Thank god no one was home to hear that. My feet carried me over to...him. 

"Jackson!" I was like a small child seeing something exciting. 

Without thought or hesitation I jumped into him, his strong arms wrapping arms around my small legs, pulling me up. I rested my elbows on his shoulders  and put his face between my hands. I placed my forehead onto his. I stayed there without a word, without a movement, taking in everything I loved about him. I loved the way he sounded when he breathed and I loved the way he held me. Like I was worth something. 

"I can't believe your here." I spoke. "Why do you even bother with me." 

His once closed eyes opened at that second in surprise. 

"Mark Tuan. I am not bothering, I love you you know that."

He tensed up immediately turning red. He had never said that before. I smiled as widely as humanly possible. That's what that feeling of happiness was that I had once felt, and was feeling now. Love.

"I-I" he stuttered. 

"You're so cute." I replyed. I kissed him. It was freeing. I missed the feeling, complete carelessness, just Jackson's lips on mine. He was particularly gentle today. 

I pulled away and placed my forehead on his again. " I love you too, so much Jackson I can't even explain it. Thank you for always coming back for me." He smiled, and dropped my legs, leaving me to land quickly on my feet. He pulled me into him and wrapped his arms around me. " I always have and I always will." He pulled me in, what felt like farther and farther. I loved feeling him against me, his heart beating off pace with mine, but somehow they echoed off each other. I loved how I placed my head into his neck and it was always warm. I loved how me placed his head on top of mine usually kissing my messy mop of hair.  Every time he would hug me I would feel complete. 

"Jacksom I'm tired." I whined. He pulled away and smiled at me. 

"Alright baby." He grabbed my hand and lead me through my room to my bed. He reached his free  Hand down, and pulled the covers up from where they were tucked under the corners while I stood idly by. Watching his every move, how he did that, with even the utmost delicacy. He tuned to face me and pulled me into the bed, letting go of my hand. 

"Jackson.." I asked  I didn't want him to leave. 

"I'm just going to turn off the lights." He responded warmly. 

I continued frowning until he returned to the bed, slipping off his tank top. And laying down. 

"I'm going to come visit every weekend okay?" He asked me  

" I would love that Jacky" I smiled at the idea. My dad would love that. 

Jacksom stared at the ceiling in the dark. 

"I really mean it Mark, I love you." 

" I know Jackson. I still don't know why. But I know you do." I said "And guess what?" 

"What." He scrunched his nose up when he asked. I pulled my arm up and tapped his nose. 

"I love you too." 

"You're so precious." 

Jackson took his arms and linked them together around my waist, pressing me against him. He wrapped his right leg into mine and assured my head was laid comfortably  on his chest. Then he smiled into my hair, and we drifted to sleep.