"What did you think about it?"
Jackson is panting, his heart is still dancing in his chest, butterflies waltzing in his stomach. But not because of the tiredness.
Mark is speechless, eben more than usual. Although he likes hip-hop too, Jacksi had akways been a contemporary dancer, and now it turns out both of them enjoyed the same thing. But neither could do it.
"Mark?" Jackson's voice is soft, impatient, thrilling, shaky. And Mark's response is just the same.
"You dance that. You..." he doesn't know what to say and Jackson worries.
"Was it that bad? Am I that bad? Us my father right?" All his thoughts spill out subconsciously and only stop upon hearing a laugh.
"Jackson. It was perfect. You were perfect. "
You are perfect.
YOU ARE READING
Access: Denied (Markson AU)
Cerita PendekIn which Jackson only wants to enter the damn practice room, goddammit. But Mark always gets there first.
