Affinity // (GOT7 Markson)

Chapter Twenty One - City of Angels

Mark zipped his black backpack up with a huff. He was still sore from the altercation between him, Yoseob and Jay. Jackson was busy downstairs in the parking lot outside the apartment, packing up a few more of Mark's bags.

When Mark finally limped his way down the elevator and into the large parking lot, Jackson gave him a pout and a loving hug.

"My poor love. I'll never get used to seeing you like this. It's taking everything in me not to piggy back you everywhere." he said, rubbing Mark's back lovingly.

Mark let his body go limp, resting his head into Jackson's shoulder for comfort.

"I'll be okay. Let's get the rest of this stuff packed in. I want to get to the airport quickly, and with lots of time to spare. I hate being late for these kinds of things." Mark said, pulling his head away from Jackson.

"Yeah, I know. Let's get outta here." Jackson said back, taking the bags from Mark and placing them into the SUV.

The drive to the airport was long, and Mark was running through all the things he would say to his father once they arrived in L.A.

"You know, I love your father for allowing me to come. That's so cool of him." Jackson said, squeezing Mark's hand that was interlocked with his, with his other hand gripping the leather steering wheel.

"He's going to love you. Anybody that's a good friend of mine is welcomed lovingly by him." Mark smiled back, glad that Jackson was going with him too.

After going through customs and security, Mark was beginning to feel a sense of anxiety. He felt as though they were runaways, or escaped fugitives.

On the plane, Mark leaned his head into his boyfriend's neck, closing his eyes and breathing heavily.

"Don't worry babe, we'll be there soon enough. You can take in the warm sun, see your family, it'll be a much needed vacay. No need to think of everything that's going on right now. Just enjoy the peace." Jackson whispered into Mark's hair, planting small pecks here and there between words.

The plane began to speed up, and before they knew it, the two boys were off the ground and flying towards sunny California.

***

A couple hours later Mark was awoken by Jackson's soft hands rubbing against his cheek.

"Wakey wakey, babe." he hummed. "We're here now. You're home."

Mark slowly blinked his eyes a few times, groggy from the power nap. He lifted his head softly and rubbed his eye, eager to look out of the window. Below them, he could see the city that he grew up in. The buildings, the palm trees, the highways, and the water. He felt a warmth overcome him, and he smiled as they descended onto the pavement.

PAPA TUAN (text)

"U here? I'm at the restaurant. U need food?

Love, dad."

MARK TUAN (text)

"I can see u dad lol, be there in a minute."

When Mark saw his dad, it took nearly all of his personal strength to not cry, and even though he tried to keep it in, a few tears escaped. Raymond was overwhelmed with joy at the sight of Mark, his grey hair slicked back and his mustache fluffy. He beamed with laughter as Mark ran in for a hug, wrapping his arms around his son that he hadn't seen in what seemed like a lifetime.

"So skinny my boy. They got no food in Vancouver?" he piped as Mark hugged him.

Mark chuckled through his tears, not wanting to let go of his dad.