Mark turns off the player as Jackson enters the room. The eyebags under his eyes are really marked. One second before and he would have seen him. It was close.
(lol Mark marked. Ok I'll stop)
"I need you-"
Jackson's despair is noticeable in his eyes. Mark nods and sits by the piano without a word. His hands already placed on the tiles, the first chords about to be played. But Jackson's next words are what surprise him the most.
"-to dance with me."
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Access: Denied (Markson AU)
Historia CortaIn which Jackson only wants to enter the damn practice room, goddammit. But Mark always gets there first.
