Jackson silently walks in.
And gasps in surprise as he drops his CD to the floor.
Mark is gracefully sliding across the room, body beautifully moving, expression relaxed but intense, harmony and equilibrium in his every move.
Jackson only wakes up to Mark staring at him with a frown, the room newly full of silence.
"I told you to wait." His voice is beyond angry, mask of something else, something like shame.
"Why-why didn't you tell me?"
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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.
