the rainbow ;; markson

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Jackson watched as a tall, familiar blonde walked into his favourite coffee shop. He swivelled around in his normal bar stool, sighing as he rested his head on one of his palms.

Not much could be said about Jackson. All that was known was that he loved almost everything, was liked by almost everyone, came from Hong Kong and had a few friends. But don't get 'was friends with' and 'was liked by' mixed up.

He loved socializing; it was like breathing to him. But, when it came to making friends, he needed people he could trust and that would listen and help; not people that would smile, nod and laugh it off like he was crazy because they only wanted to think of him as a talkative person that was happy all the time. 

Anyways. His college life was simple, typical and boring – in his opinion – so far and that's it; that's everything, anyone else knew. Jackson was a foreigner that was a bit popular around school and lived his life in happiness. The only thing considered interesting, by his standards, being the gloomy boy that walked into the coffee shop every Friday.

Jackson was sat on one of the seven bar stools, that were beside two cash registers and lined up in front of a granite counter. He'd been thinking about this one day for weeks now and had been mentally screaming all day because he was so nervous.

"Today's the day," Namjoon announced from the other side of the counter, leaning against it. Jackson nodded, staring as the boy – he'd found out was named Mark – walked to a table with a book in his hand. He began to bite his nails anxiously, turning back to his friend. 

"I can't do this! Tomorrow– I'll do it tomorrow!" 

Namjoon chuckled at Jackson's sudden change of mind. "Don't worry," he said, trying to comfort the brunette. Jackson made a sound close to a squawk with his mouth closed (as to not bring attention to himself). 

"I'm worrying!" He retorted, ducking his head and hiding his face in his folded arms. Namjoon laughed, shaking his head.

"He won't reject you Jackson. And don't worry about your plan, the boy needs some happiness," he reassured before patting one of the brunette's shoulders and walking away to continue his job.

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Jackson sighed in frustration. It'd been an hour and he was still having an internal battle on whether or not he should go to Mark. He whined when someone smacked his head. "Just go all ready!" Jin coaxed, "I'm getting tired of seeing you stand up and sit down, bite your nails and scream every five minutes. You're scaring my customers!" Jackson frowned, running a hand through his dyed brown hair. 

"I'm sorry Seokjin. I'm just– really really nervous. He looks – intimating," Jackson mumbled. The older male rolled his eyes. 

"Mark just tries to act like that so no one will talk to him. Just go, Jackson," Jin said before walking to his boyfriend who was cradling his bleeding finger after failing at cutting a pepper. 

"Jesus, Namjoon, I leave you alone with a knife for two minutes!" Jin reprimanded, inspecting said male's hurt finger.

"I'm sorry Jinnie," Namjoon apologized, trying to pout in a cute way so that his lover wouldn't be mad at him.

"Your so clumsy," Seokjin tsked, kissing his boyfriend's cheek and sending him off to bandage his finger. Jackson smiled at the scene, wanting what they had. He stood up from his seat //just a few steps and I might just be able to achieve that in the near future//, he thought as he walked up to a certain blonde.

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