the rainbow ;; markson

Violet

(13.7.2018 | 7:35pm)
| - Curtain Call - |
« EDITED »

They hadn't spoken in two weeks.

It had been more than a year since Jackson and Mark had met and they'd became predictably closer. Normally, the pair talked and hung out almost every day. And they'd even exchanged numbers at some point, so when one of the two was swamped with assignments/school events, stressed or just bored at a time in which they couldn't meet up, the latter would be there to digitally save, distract or encourage them. Jackson hadn't answered any calls, hadn't materialized at the coffee shop and Mark and his other friends had left Yi En in complete darkness. All in all, these mentioned things had made the fourteen days unbearable, in Mark's eyes, with the lack of Jackson's obvious presence.

The now pink haired male pulled open the glass door to 'THiS KIM's COFFEE' after finally getting a text from Jackson to meet him there.

He'd ran all the way from his dorm.

Out of breath and now embarrassed from his displayed urgency to see his very missed Hong Kong 'friend', Mark stopped when he realized that most of the coffee shop's lights were turned off and the only other person there was a casually dressed Seokjin, sitting on the marble counter. He watched as the elder male hopped off and ambled over to Mark before extending his hand out with - what looked like - a large strip of purple cloth laying horizontally on his palm. Mark spun around and rushed to the door.

"Wait!" Seokjin called, his extended hand dropping to his side. Mark paused in the midst of pushing the door open. "Where are you going?"

"It's Friday the 13th; it's late. I don't trust you. Bye."

"You got the text from Jackson, right?" Seokjin asked hastily, trying to prevent Mark from leaving. Mark sighed, shuffling back to where he was before. He answered with a skeptical "yes" and squinted when the blonde male smiled.

"Good - well I'm a messenger, I guess. I'm pretty much here to take you to him blah-blah-blah and the cloth is to add pizzazz," Seokjin explained lamely, not caring at how weak and vague it was. Mark blinked. "Just put the blindfold on, we'll drive for a bit and then Namjoon will take you to Jackson." The latter then took the crumpled cloth, that was handed to him, hesitantly.

"If you murder me, I'm gonna haunt you so bad you would've wished you'd told the truth," Mark warned before tying the blindfold. Seokjin rolled his eyes, spun the younger male around and, taking one of his hands, guided him to the door as Mark whispered "nope" repeatedly.

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They drive for - what Seokjin said was - half an hour and, after opening the passenger side door and pulling Mark out, the blindfold was removed. The younger of the two gave Seokjin an apologetic smile when he spotted a partially clueless Namjoon.

"I'm surprised at the lack of trust you have in me," Seokjin lamented as they walked over to Namjoon. The couple greeted each other with quick and mindless pecks and Mark realized he no longer loathed the affectionate moments between the two and other happy people; he only felt remorse for himself.

"Here," Seokjin said while grabbing Mark's hand and tying the violet cloth onto his wrist. "Now I've done my job," he declared, smiling triumphantly at the knotted fabric before turning around and walking back to his car. Namjoon pulled out his phone clumsily and asked Mark to "wait a moment" while he conversated with an unknown person through a series of texts. Mark took the given time to scan his surroundings. It was futile wondering how Namjoon of all people was able to get in touch with anyone when a) he never seemed to have data when it was needed and b) they were in a part of the city that looked too suburban for a couple like Namjin to live in or be associated with to get internet.

There were a few streets close by that led to a nice neighbourhood Mark recognized from magazines who practically glorified them when a house or plot of land became available nearby or within them. "Okay," Namjoon muttered before pocketing his phone and leading Mark through the masses of beautifully bright green tress and other fauna sporting an array of different colours.

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At some point, the trees stopped and gave way to a small clearing with a burgundy picnic table and none other than the person Mark hadn't seen for an eternity. The pink haired male glared at him and stormed over to the younger male, hitting his arm and whining about how horrible the other was. Namjoon exited quietly, grinning knowingly. Mark huffed after a minute more of complaining and Jackson raised an eyebrow. "Done?" The older male nodded, his face undeniably red because of how rude (with two zeros instead of a 'u') Jackson could be with a simple expression.

The brunette smiled, revealing a small box. Mark took it from him slowly and opened it, blinking at the bracelet he'd wanted so badly, so long ago. "I got it the first night we passed it," Jackson informed after Mark had been staring down at it silently for quite a while.

"Jackson," Mark muttered softly, picking up the blue bracelet as best as he could with his quivering fingers. Said male took the bracelet from Mark and helped him put it on, pulling him over to the table.

"I brought cereal and orange juice and look." Jackson pointed up and Mark peered up in awe at the indigo sky. "You can see the stars better here and I know how you missed this, so-" Mark pulled Jackson into a hug, 'unintentionally' cutting off the brunette's babbling. A few hushed minutes passed and Jackson collected all the confidence he needed for his next sentence. "Mark will you go out with me?" He asked, arms wrapped securely around the older male's waist and voice muffled. There was a small sniffle and a soundless nod.

"Thank you so much, Jackson." They pulled apart after another moment and Jackson handed a smiling (but teary eyed) Mark a bowl of Fruity Pepples and orange juice, grinning ear to ear.

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At around nine, they walked back to town and dropped by the nearest convenience store for Green Tea Pocky and banana milk. Jackson had learnt to at least stomach the snack, when in a good mood, so they shared as they walked. Mark sipped happily from the bright yellow box of flavoured milk, swaying his and Jackson's intertwined hands to and fro and ignoring the second glances and rare disgusted looks. Jackson had never cared anyways.

"Oh, Mark, do you remember that bet we made a year ago?"

"Dammit," Mark grumbled, "thought you'd forgotten."

"Mark's gotta socialise for two months," Jackson sang repeatedly. Mark shook his head, the coffee shop coming into view. Seokjin and Namjoon were sitting outside, laughing and chatting aimlessly over a single can of orange soda. Seokjin noticed them when they were near enough and grinned at the pair's joined hands, rising from his seat. "How was it?" He asked, Namjoon standing beside him. Mark rushed to them and hugged both of them.

"Thank you," He whispered. The couple returned the hug.

"Congrats and all but don't get my shirt wet with your tears, it costed 60 dollars peasant," Seokjin warned.

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A/N:

I wrote this on time (Tuesday). It's just that my internet and Wattpad is just- *sighs in frustration*.

This is pretty much the end. The official end will be released soon.

And then I'll release a bonus chapter at some point in the next two years lol.