"Damn it!"
He scream in frustration. If he doesn't win the competition, his father...
He needs to be the best. Even though modern dance isn't what he enjoys doing. But sadly you can't always do what you love.
Suddenly the door opens. Mark is standing there with a frown, looking down at him.
"You are disturbing me. I can't hear the music when you shout." He complains and Jackson laughs.
"Well I'm really sorry if I'm a worthless piece of shit who can't get anything right!" He yells still on the floor.
"Maybe a piece of shit yes. But I don't think you get anything wrong. " Mark argues face blank.
"I have to dance, but my body just won't move like it should!" Jackson whines and Mark shrugs.
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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.
