Mark looks at the door, where an exhausted and exhilarated Jackson literally bouncing on his toes.
"Mark I really need your help! Like now!" Jackson stated rushing into the room, startling Mark.
"I don't think I actually allowed you to enter." Mark breathes heavily but tries to hide it under a cough, hands on his knees after quickly turning off the player.
"Sorry. Now will you help me improve my dance moves?" Jackson begs with a pout, mark rolling his eyes.
"But Jackson,
Mark's voice is barely above a whisper as he softly mouthes his next words.
Your dancing is flawless."
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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.
