Perfect. (Markson Fanfic)

Chapter 4: Mixed Emotions

     Jackson had woke up about five minutes after Mark and had heard the water running in the bathroom. He walked over and knocked multiple times. After seeing that Mark was the only one who was gone, he shouted, just quietly enough to where the others wouldn't wake, "Mark, is that you?!".

     In response, Mark answered, in a half-moan, "Jackson..! Wait-- J-Jackson?!". Marks hands had frozen in place when he heard the door handle moving. He poked his head out of the shower, keeping the rest of his body away so no one would see.. it. Jackson's bolted into the room, through the cracks in the now open door, and knocked on the wall next to it.

     Mark answered back, somewhat shyly, "Y-Yes?", his hands gripping the handle to the shower. It was a bit before Jackson replied, but when he did, he stuttered, "J-Just... making sure you were here! Continue with... your shower...", before quickly shutting the door behind him.

     Mark was furious with himself. He was sure Jackson had heard him and he wanted to go crawl in a hole and cry. Of course, instead of a hole, there was the shower. He crouched down, throwing his arms in between his legs and placing the palms of his hands over his already flooding eyes. He quickly wiped away his tears thinking, Why am I crying over something so silly.... But he didn't really think it was silly, he just wanted to leave the scorching hot water.

     Once he got out, he wrapped his lower half in a towel, grabbed a wash cloth, ran cold water over it, sat down, and put it over his burning eyes. He leaned back, feeling the cooling effect of the wash cloth and sighing heavily.

     After a few minutes of recollecting his thoughts, he got up, ringed the wash cloth out over the sink, and got dressed, in sports shorts and a loose tank only, after drying himself with the towel. He headed out, looking to make sure Jackson wasn't very close near by. Luckily, he was crouched down by his bag looking for something, so Mark could easily sneak by. He did and sat back down in his seat. Surprised that Jackson hadn't heard him, Mark pulled out his headphones and started listening to music, while looking out of the window.

     He could see the clouds engulf the plane multiple times until it was close enough to the earth to where Mark could see the ground. He started to get out a coat and a pair of lightly ripped, black skinny jeans so no one would see his casual clothes when they landed. He headed back to the bathroom and could feel Jackson's stare on him as he did.

     Once he entered, he stripped himself of the shorts, but decided to let the tank stay, since something would be covering it up. He slipped the thick, leather jacket over his arms and slithered the tight jeans up his legs.

     After making sure he looked good, he exited to be met by BamBam and Jinyoung awake. "Hey.", he said, glancing over to them, without much care. He noticed that Jackson had left the room and quickly looked around, wondering where he could be. He spoke up and said, "Where's Jackson?", with an almost worriful gaze. Jinyoung looked over to Mark, emotions mixed between worried and confused, saying "He just slipped by you. Didn't you see?".

      Mark shaked his head and then turned to look back at the bathroom, remembering that he had left his comb in there. He walked back and knocked on the door. Immediately, Jackson opened the door, half naked. Mark just assumed Jackson had forgot about himself wearing only underwear or just hadn't thought of that before opening the door. He stared for a good twenty to twenty five seconds before Jackson interrupted his gaze, "Mark? Is there something you wanted?".

     Mark gulped, walking into the room, shutting the door behind him. He wasn't sure what this courage came from but he was ready to get this off of his chest. Still holding the door handle, he looked at Jackson and questioned, "Can we talk right now?".

     Jackson stared in awe before saying, "Well.. I'm... a bit busy at the moment...", and pointing at the nicely folded clothes on the counter. Mark was fed up with the feeling eating at him and couldn't  care less whether Jackson changed in front of him. "I don't care.." Mark mumbled inaudibly, followed by a confused Jackson. "What?", he said dragging his ear closer to Mark's mouth.

     Mark slammed his hand on to the counter behind Jackson, pushing him into it. Jackson, surprised and a bit scared, slipped his hands on to said counter. "I said, " Mark began, "I don't care. If you change in front of me. It doesn't matter. I just need to talk to you.". Jackson grabbed the soft tee shirt to his left and slipped out of the proximity through the gap between Mark and the counter to his right. He held the shirt to his chest, glancing up to Mark and gesturing for him to turn around.

     Mark could only snicker and do as he was told, turning to face the door. After hearing many thuds, that he could only assume were Jackson legs and arms hitting random things around him as he put his clothes on, he was embraced by the clumsy male from the behind. He turned slightly, his face now filled with blush, to see Jackson's worried expression.

     "Mark Tuan, " he asked, "Are you okay?". Mark looked to the hands wrapped around his waist. "You're such a tease..", he muttered under his breath, placing his hands on top of Jackson's. Jackson flinched, pulling his hands back with embarrassment, only for them to be pulled back by Mark.

     Jackson dug his face into Mark's, delicate yet masculine, back, heat radiating off of his face. Mark, his hands still on Jackson's, leaned his head back on to the shorter man's. "I can feel you blushing right now, Jackson." He chuckled out, causing Jackson to shrink even more into Mark's back.

     After a few minutes, Mark had composed himself and thought, We should be landing soon.. He slapped Jackson's hands lightly, which were now willingly slithered around Mark's torso. "We gotta go." Mark said as he pried Jackson's hands from him and turning around. Jackson looked to the floor, holding one hand in the other and fiddling with his thumb. "What's wrong?" Mark questioned, placing his hand on Jacksons shoulder and lowering his head to level with the other's.

     Jackson answered first with a playful glare, which made Mark snicker under his breath. Seeing this Jackson got a bit flustered and returned his, now half angry half embarrassed, gaze to the ground. "I-- When I -- you never.. answered my question...". Mark cocked his head in confusion, causing Jackson to slap his chest repeatedly saying, "What's  wrong?!~".

     Jackson was cut off by Mark's hand forced over his mouth, the other wrapping itself around the nape of his neck, bringing his head closer. Jackson stared, seemingly expecting an answer.

     Mark slowly releases and answered, "We can talk about it later, it's... about what happened in the car, mostly...". Jackson immediately chuckled, not wanting things to seem awkward, but making them so at the same time. Mark said a simple, "annyeong!", and left to enter a room full of awkward gazes directed towards him.

A/N:

Soooooooo... this is more of a filler chapter but also a bit of fluffyness for those who don't like things to be overly sexual. I mean... it's gonna get tons more sexual but this is somewhat of a break for those don't  like. Anyways, I should probably address that my updates will not be constant or on some schedule. I write when I feel like it (Which is usually past midnight) and I'm sorry if I keep you waiting! But again, thank you reading and I hope you enjoyed and continue to do so! Annyeong!!!