Jacksons pov
Why couldn't I just do it.
Why were these few words so hard to get off of my toumge.
I, Jackson Wang, K-Pop sensation am in love with Mark Tuan. I'm not sure how long I have known this. I just knew, for a long time I had this feeling around him. I felt flustered and excited, yet no matter how much I dreaded the dumb things I would say when I was around him, seeing him made me more excited than anything in the world.
I started adjusting my sleeping schedule, so I went to bed later, and woke up earlier, just so that He could see him while he slept. I loved how peaceful he looked. Small pieces of hair always fell in his face right abbe his eyes. His eyelids seemed to blend with his face, but were somehow separated by the thin layer that was his eyelashes. The thick ones that usually cast shadows on his rosy cheeks when he was awake. His small cheat seemed to heave in and out a such a calming lace while he slept, completely free of worry. It took every bit of power I had not to reach over to him and crawl behind him, wrapping my arms around his frame, cuddling into the back of him.
How could someone make me feel this way? It was some dumb that I found even the way he breathed to be enticing. I had never seen someone do something so simple in such a beautiful way.
My eyelids began to droop. I needed sleep, I needed it now.
My last though edits drifting off was how much better I would sleep I I were there, next to him.
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I woke up the next day upset. I had overslept and missed Mark. He was already awake when I was. It was disappointing since I woke up to an empty room.
I hopped my feet into the floor and began to walk out of my room into our living area where there was a kitchen. I heard laughter coming from that direction. Loud, obnoxious laughter, well, Youngjae was up.
Mark was leaned the counter, his eyes wide, and his mouth doing a pucker thing, something he did when he was interested. God he was adorable. Mark pulled his neck back and stared to laugh, as Youngjae did. My knees felt weak. Marks laugh.
It wasnt laugh that had two tones like a "ah haha." It was just a repeated exhale of "he he he" The noise was unreal. My arms felt a sudden rush, as I felt goosebumps course over my body. I stood awkwardly off to the side, alone, not knowing the joke, and having goosebumps. Could I be more of an idiot? I watched as Mark's head snapped up. He looked at me. His hand was wrapped around a spatula as he reached to scratch the back of his head. The laughter stopped.
"Oh hey Jackson... You're up." He said smally.
My heart sunk. Was he disappointed to see me? Silence fell over the room like a winter snow, covering everything. Youngjae began to back out of the room slowly, quickly pointing to both us with his hands as he cracked the thick layer of silence. "We are going out to breakfast, do you want to come?"
"No," Mark responded, and held his spatula in the air, pointing to the stove. " I'm going to cook."
"I guess I'll stay and keep him company." Mark seemed to tense.
"Suit yourself." Youngjae says leaving the room, and moving away to meet Jaebum and the others at the end of the hall.. Those two had seemed close recently.
Why was Mark acting so strangely. Have I done something? I thought
Mark turned around without another word and began throwing things into I watched as his thin arms picked and moved items. . All his movements caused his black shirt to move. I knew it was simple but I loved him in that colour. It brought out the paleness in his skin, and as of right now, his hair, which he dyed blonde recently. I though it complimented him so well.
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