clouded ✧ markson [ completed ]

twenty seven

{twenty seven.}

he fiddled with the hem of his sweater. he was unsure, doubtful, nervous.

he knew mark would do anything for jackson. he'd concur the whole korea, no scratch that, whole world if he had to.

but this was a decision for his life. not just their relationship. he wanted to get help. he wanted to be fixed and not broken. oh how he hated that nerve wrecking word.

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"mark ? can we — can we talk ?", jackson's voice rang in the, once loud, household.

"yes baby ?", he answered as soft as he could. not wanting to even make jackson flinch.

"can i get the treatment —", he sucked in a deep breath "the— the one they were offering at a hospital",

"baby", mark stood up with a warm smile, he was proud. he was so proud.

"you can. of course you can",

"so i can become normal. . . special to you again",

"jackson. . . look at me", smaller looked up with just a tint of hope in his eyes",

"—the rainbows you see after the cold rain, to me are your smiles

—the small rain drops you feel on a spring day, to me are your laughs and giggles

—the calmness you feel when you hear a sound of a piano, to me are the humming you do when you cook something

—the warmth you feel in your lungs, when you inhale a smell of a nice coffee, to me are those pecks you give me time to time

—i love you so much jackson",

"—i love you so much mark",

"please take care of me —",
"please take care of me —",

"and my clouded mind ☁",

[THE END]
Kim-Kim ♡

book 2 ?

(read a/n for the information about book 2)