Jackson knocks thrice before asking.
"Mark. What do you exactly do in there?"
"Well it's a practice room, so guess." Mark replies calmly, a sarcastic tone in his reply.
"And that's exactly what I want to do!" Jackson whines softly, leaving it for another day.
Plan D didn't work. I'm getting stressed here.
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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.
