Only six days to the dance exhibition. He is exhausted. Modern dance is incredibly tiring, but he hasn't learned all the dance moves perfectly.
"Mark. It's Jackson. Could you tell me where to practice please?" Mark opens the door without looking at him, and neither does Jackson.
"I think there's an empty room two doors away." He hears a mutter in reply, and nods before heading to the room, not noticing Mark's curious gaze upon him.
He starts dancing, his eyes struggling to stay open, his body aching from too many nights dancing instead of sleeping, but he keeps going.
Until he hears the soft music in the other room.
Plan J sadly worked
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Access: Denied (Markson AU)
ContoIn which Jackson only wants to enter the damn practice room, goddammit. But Mark always gets there first.
