Affinity // (GOT7 Markson)

Chapter Seventeen - Masks

"Help me glue this feather." Mark told Jackson, holding up a half-created cardboard wing. There was feathers scattered all over the apartment, and Mark was sweating furiously.

"Wow, you're really going all out." Jackson said as he walked in, looking around the room as if there was a tornado that had gone through it.

"It's my first Halloween here, and I just want to look decent, that's all." Mark said gluing the feathers, concentrating so hard he stuck his tongue out a bit.

"So, you're going as an angel?" Jackson asked, leaning down to help. "Shouldn't be hard with that perfect skin and mesmerizing face."

Mark looked up at Jackson, smiled softly, and blew a kiss. "Thanks, sweetheart."

"Hey, as long as I get to slowly undress you out of whatever you create, I'm happy." Jackson said, sipping on his water bottle.

Mark's soft smile was gone. He was now giving Jackson a look saved only for the pits of hell.

"You're going as an angel too, you know." Mark informed Jackson, "Except you're going to be a dark, overcome-by-evil kind of angel. And I'm going to be the light one."

Jackson laughed, "Are you trying to tell me something sir?"

Mark pointed at a large plastic bag that was stuffed with string, glue, black feathers, glitter, and cardboard. "Get working, handsome."

The two boys sat around all afternoon creating their costumes, listening to music, and eating popcorn. Every now and again Jackson would distract Mark with a few kisses and surprise tackles, but other than that they were getting work done. Halloween was a week away, and they were going to another event that Krystal was planning.

Linda was home from the hospital now, and was busy decorating the lobby of the building with arrays of pumpkins, skeletons, and spiders webs. Mark and Jackson were in awe at how festive she had become. There wasn't a light bulb or ladder in sight, she had given up manual labor on account of her condition. Jackson had agreed to do some odd chores and work around the building, scoring him some reputation gains with the small woman, as well as 200$ off of rent for Mark, it was a win-win for Jacks.

"You drop that, I kill you." Linda scowled as Jackson balanced an orange paint bucket down the hallway. He had specific orders to paint 3 pumpkins on the front door window. Little did Linda know, Jackson was a bit of an artist.

"You're gonna love this display, Linda. I swear." he responded to her threat.

"Probably not. I not impressed easily." she said quickly. "Mark has mail. Bring to him." she said, sliding a package his way.

Jackson stared at the package, confused. There was no return address, and the name was scribbled very horribly over the center of the envelope. He knew it was wrong to commit mail fraud, but he also knew that Mark was madly in love with him, so he proceeded to rip open the paper once Linda had retreated to her cave.

To my love, Mark.

It's been so long since I've held those soft hands. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and hear your name whispering in my ears. My eyes are aching for the sight of you. What it meant to lose you, you'll never know. Just know, I would go back in time and change it all if I could. I'd change it, and I'd be with you now.

Halloween is around the corner, which means a lot of masks and frights. Speaking of hiding who we really are, why don't you take this precious time to take another look at the company you keep. Every one wears a mask, Mark. Some are better than others, but then again, you were never really that good at deciphering the truth.