Affinity // (GOT7 Markson)

Chapter Fifteen - Contending Loyalties

Mark cracked his knuckles and braced himself. All eyes were on him. He began to run, slow at first but then picking up speed. Once he had made it halfway through the room he jumped up and tumbled into a flip, twisting his body twice before landing on his feet in a thud. The students at Next Level Dance Studio errupted into applause.

"Wow! Who knew we had such acrobatic talent in this classroom?" the instructor cheered, giving Mark a pat on the shoulder.

Mark was continuing his dance classes, Lee by his side. He was really enjoying himself too, he felt like he was getting the hang of every style. And ever since losing his virginity to Lee, he had a surge of confidence enter his life. Mark held his head high and bowed proudly to his classmates.

"That's nothing, you should see him do a back handspring full body layout." a familiar voice said, walking through the front doors of the studio. It was Jackson. He strolled into the builing wearing a tan brown peacoat.

"Jackson? I tought you quit." the instructor said, quickly checking the class list he held in his hands.

"Don't get too excited people, I'm just picking up my bag I left in the back." Jackson answered, walking into the back locker room.

After the commotion died down about fifteen minutes later Mark looked over his shoulder to the locker room where Jackson was.

"I better go check on him." Mark said eagerly, turning to Lee.

Lee put his hand on Mark's chest, stopping the smaller boy from moving. "I don't think that's the best idea, sweetheart." he said in a slow and stern tone.

"Lee, please move." Mark said, examing the boy's hand on his chest.

"Fine. But you're making a mistake." Lee snarled, taking his hand off of Mark.

Mark flicked his sweaty hair out of his face and jogged into the back room. He hadn't seen Jackson for what seemed like forever, and he was eager to see how the boy was doing. Their last interaction had less than an ideal outcome. When Mark went into the back he found Jackson sitting on the locker room bench alone, looking through a red duffel bag.

"Jackson?" Mark questioned calmly. Jackson looked up from his task at the call of his name, and then sighed and turned back to what he was doing when he saw Mark.

"I haven't seen you in such a long time. I miss you." Mark said, sitting down beside the busy boy.

"Of course you haven't seen much of me, you've been too busy with your new boyfriend." Jackson said under his breath still digging through his things.

"He's not my boyfriend, Jackson. Lee and I are just friends." Mark said, putting his hand on Jackson's shoulder.

Jackson nudged away at Mark's touch, "Well when you kiss someone, go on dates with them, call them babe, spend each day with them and care about them, that sounds like a fucking boyfriend to me." he blurted out.

Mark slid back a little at the sudden anger in Jackson's voice.

"I don't see you coming to see me either. Last we talked Luna was keeping you on quite the short leash. She would probably crusify me for even talking to you right now." he snapped back, furrowing his brow.

"That's totally different Mark. You know she's justified in her reason for wanting me to not hang out with you." Jackson said, "You know what, forget it."

"See! Just keep defending her, as if I don't mean anything. And then shy away and give up when I want to actually have a conversation about it." Mark said, getting frustrated, "Don't I deserve some sort of clarity?"