Hate Me

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jackson was at the part of his concert where he would invite fans up the stage to play games with him.

he honestly hated this part because he didn't like the disappointed faces that some of his jackys made when they didn't get pick.

"the game is that i will have to try and pop a balloon but without using my hands...but that seems to boring if i did by myself now does it," jackson teased.

his fans started yelling loudly and raised their hands, hoping to be chosen by jackson.

a moving arm near his line of vision caught his attention.

he could see that it was a dark haired male, pointing rapidly at the person next to him, telling jackson to choose the person.

he noticed the person looking around very awkwardly almost as if they didn't want to be chosen.

of course jackson just had to pick them. he started walking towards the two and pointed at the person who looked like they were about to pass out from being chosen.

"i choose you," jackson said while smiling.

the person began shaking their head frantically, not wanting to be chosen.

but the male that was right beside them began pushing the person towards jackson.

"that's the spirit," he yelled cheerfully and the jackys around him cheered as well.

one of the guards helped the person go over the barricade and jackson held the person's smooth hands which was in a tight grip with his own.

jackson could feel the person shaking a little bit so he turned to them and said, "it's alright, there's no reason to be nervous."

the person's ears turned red but they nodded in response.

once reaching the center of the stage, jackson asked for the person's name.

"my name is mark tuan."

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i know that you guys already knew who it was but i just kept writing like that, oh well (: damn i updated hella today. two updates for filters and one update for this story 👍🏽