"Markiepoo!" Jackson coos in a sweet manner. " I brought you something!" He sings while holding the box filled with pastries he bought at the bakery nearby.
"What is it?" He hears Mark's cold tone and tries his best not to get desperate.
"Chocolateee" he chimes happily.
"Too bad I hate it." He hears him snap and bangs his head against the door in defeat.
Plan C was brilliant. Now who 're actual hell hates chocolate?
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Access: Denied (Markson AU)
Short StoryIn which Jackson only wants to enter the damn practice room, goddammit. But Mark always gets there first.
