"Mark."
Mark looks up and has to blink twice to stop seeing black and white tiles after an hour staring at them.
"Hmm?"
"I...I want to show you something, if it's alright. "
Mark nods, curiousity in his eyes but not saying anything. Even though Jackson knows about his secret, he didn't show Mark what he was hiding. So part of him hopes he will.
Jackson turns on the music. A loud, ear-piercing music that makes Mark jump in surprise. He looks at him weirdly, but shuts up as he sees Jackson starting to dance.
Flawless movements, intense expression, perfect technique... he practically glides across the room, but his steps are strong. Each beat matches their heartbeats, as Mark follows his figure across the room.
Jackson likes hip-hop.
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Access: Denied (Markson AU)
Historia CortaIn which Jackson only wants to enter the damn practice room, goddammit. But Mark always gets there first.
