Jackson
I watch as Mark happily bounds down the steps. A big grin on his face and his hair all over the place. I smile, leaning on the counter. "Jackson! Jackson!" My stomach does flips at his angelic voice. He stops in front of me. "Remember I told you about me doing KPOP?" I nod, fixing his hair like a mom does to a child. "There is a company accepting auditions! I want to do it but you have to too." I sigh. "Mark-" I start. "Jackson, please!" He whines, "For your Markipoo?" I sigh in immediate defeat when he pulls a pouty face.
"Which one?" I groan and he grins happily. "JYP! Come on!" He grabs my hands and I squeeze his gently. "Alright. Alright. Fine." I give in and he hugs me tightly. I hug him back and he lets go finally, calmer. "You're the best. You know that?" I smile softly. "Only since you tell me every time I give you something." I chuckle and he blushes.
"Let's go plan, Markipoo."
