You are nothing to me.
That hurt.
So Jackson will hurt back.
"Glad you think of it that way." He snorts, chuckling humorlessly."Because I was decided to show you something I never let anyone see, but I guess you don't care."
Mark can only wait in silence for Jackson to let it all now.
"It's not as if I was hurt by your words. They are true after all. I'm nothing to no one. I am just the perfect dancer Jackson Wang. Nothing else."
"So don't feel too special about not caring for me. You aren't neither the first nor the last to say that I am nothing."

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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.