'Til We Die

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Screaming out as he finished deleting the mass amount of memes, Jackson lightly elbowed his friend. “What do you mean you didn’t think I’d actually do it?! You dared me! I had no choice!” He yelled out, putting the phone down before turning to look at Mark with wide eyes. “I was just a puppet! A puppet with halfhearted orders! And it’s all your fault!” 

“Okay, okay! Listen, I didn’t think you would go through with something this serious!” He laughed, shaking his head as he hugged him from behind. “Alright, you did it which means you get a prize. Name your prize. Anything... Well, within reason, of course.” He grinned at him. 

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Much Needed Hugs

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Honestly, how could he have said no to being a burrito? Especially considering the circumstances, even if he had to do something he wouldn’t have liked, if it comforted Mark he would have done it in a heartbeat. Settling down next to his friend, Jackson helped adjust the blanket so they were both completely covered. Brows furrowed at the other’s question, thinking as he idly ran his fingers through his friend’s hair. It always seemed to calm his down before, so it was the least he could do now. 

“As just a few photoshoots, then we have that group interview tomorrow before heading to the airport. Then I actually have a few days of rest, I think BamBam and Youngjae do too, but Yugyeom was talking about an interview about his Hit The Stage, but I believe the rest were planning on going to that museum there. Jinyoung asked if I was going to go, but…” But now he wasn’t sure. They only had a few days of rest before they had their next show, technically only getting a day and a half to actually relax before they had to spend time setting up and practicing on the stage. It never took long, but now it just seemed like just a bother. 

“I think you can I have a dual photoshoot tomorrow too, I know I have one with Jinyoung, but I though we had one too.” He wasn’t sure how that was going to go. They couldn’t expect him to continue his schedules, right? How could they even ask him to perform when all this was happening? 

Mark wrapped his arms around him slowly, hiding his face against his chest in an attempt to hide his pain. He had no way of putting on a smile right now, not that Jackson would expect him to. Honestly, all he wanted at the moment was to stay in his arms and forget everything. He wanted everything to return to normal, his mother as healthy as she had been just a week before. He knew that wouldn’t happen, it was wishful thinking, but he could pray. 

“Photoshoots, interview, right.” He murmured, remembering his schedule was almost the same. “I’ve got one with you and BamBam,” he remembered, feeling his body relaxing at the feeling of his fingers running through his hair. His eyes closed, his hand moving to the front of them to pull on the strings of Jackson’s hoodie, straightening them up before tying and untying them over and over to keep himself distracted. 

He thought for a moment, “at least we have a photoshoot together tomorrow, and we can hang out, right? Once we’re both done with everything we should plan something,” he knew he shouldn’t be doing anything, not after the news he just found out, but he needed to keep himself busy, or it would get to him too much, and he’d end up breaking again. 

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“You…. You actually took off your….” Jackson was stuttering on his words, laughter bubbling up as the initial shock wore off. Honestly, he shouldn’t even be surprised anymore. Hell, if they ended up in a nudist colony, he’s pretty sure at least half of the members would fit right in.  

“Sir, sir, this was a mistake, I swear, I’m just an intern. Now, let’s hope this intern can actually help out aaaaand….” Looking quickly at the cut, Jackson’s frowned comically, making ‘marks’ on his fake clipboard. 

“Well, there’s nothing I can do. It was nice knowing you, sir. But at least you have your pants off so it’s one less thing for them to take off in the morgue.” 

“Oh come on, Jackson, don’t look so shocked. It’s like you haven’t seen me pantsless before.” He grinned at him, laying back on the couch comfortably as he stared up at him. “In fact, it’s surprising you even have yours on right now. Come to think of it, normally you’re only in your boxers right now. Are you feeling okay right now?” He joked, “Maybe I need to go all Doctor on you...” 

“You’re a terrible intern, but that’s okay. Your good looks make up for that, I suppose.” He joked, watching as he inspected the cut on his face before marking the fake clipboard. 

“Well, I had a good run I suppose. All that’s left is to ask my best friend to get me some ice cream and watch a movie with me until I die.” He sighed dramatically, “wanna get me ice cream, Jackson?” He asked with a smirk. 

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Recovering Meme’s {Closed}

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He crossed his arms, the pout never leaving his lips as he look over at him. “Oh yeah? And how do you plan on doing that? It better be a really good plan or I am going to stay mad at you both for a long time. I’m going to stay mad at Jackson for a long time anyways.” It wasn’t true, they both knew he couldn’t stay mad at Jackson, but he hoped he sounded convincing. 

“Well, all Iphone’s have this folder where photos are stored after they are deleted for up to a month I think. If you restore them, you are able to keep them before that time, but it does take awhile to get them restored.” He warned as he went to his phone, looking in the folder before showing him and clicking the restore button. “It’ll take like an hour with as many memes as you had, but at least you’ll still have them.”

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“Well, I wasn’t planning on being like this all day, however if you really like me like this that much, I’ll have no problem being without a shirt for the rest of the day. Just if anyone else complains, it’s your fault.”

“If anyone complains they can go chill out in their room and deal with it.” He licked his lips, “plus, who would complain? It’s not like they aren’t used to seeing you shirtless. It’s not like it’s a terrible sight or anything.” 

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Finishing That?

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“How? I just have to keep my eyes open. Not that hard, really.” He was enjoying this too much, however hearing the growling of Mark’s stomach had him feeling a little guilty. Swallowing the food in his mouth, Jackson sighed before standing up and moving to the fridge. Pulling out the to go case he grabbed a pair of chopsticks before going back to the table, setting it right next to his almost gone food. Looking up at mark, he kept his face as serious as possible. “Oh, this is also mine.” He said, taking a bite from that box before he completely lost it, laughing so hard he nearly choked, hopping around the table like an idiot before finally pushing the container and utensils over to his friend. 

“I’m kidding. I ordered this for you because I figured this would happen. You’re welcome.” 

Mark sulked more in his seat, watching him with pleading eyes as his stomach continued to grumble at the sight of the food. “You are so mean to me,” he whined again, closing his eyes, so he didn’t have to see the last bite of food disappear into Jackson’s mouth. But then he heard the chair moving, and the other was getting up. He opened his eyes, watching as he headed for the fridge. When he pulled out a takeout box, his eyes lit up before he started eating from it and his mouth fell open. When he was about to complain, Jackson burst out laughing, and he frowned. 

“You know, if I weren’t so hungry, I’d be upset that you tortured me like that.” He couldn’t help smiling, though as he grabbed the food. “Thanks, Jackson. I appreciate it, even if you were evil and made me watch you eat all your food first.” He quickly put a large amount in his mouth and groaned happily, continuing to eat quickly. 

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“That’s what the makeup department is for, you know. They do their job right, no one will suspect a thing. Plus, what are they going to do? They wouldn’t dare tell us not to. They know if they tell you not to do something you’d just do it twice as much. Now, get over here...” 

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“No, I don’t mind if you stay…. But you better keep the compliments coming.”

“I wouldn’t be able to stop complimenting you, even if I wanted to.” He grins wider. “Are you going to stay like this all day? Cause I’d definitely like that.”

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Not so subtly checks himself out in the mirror. 

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"Looking good, Jackson." He murmurs as he checks him out too. "Mind if I stay?" He licks his lips.

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“It’s like you don’t even know me! I wouldn’t leave you for a french guy…. We all know my french isn’t that good. Oh, maybe he would teach me more, though. Thanks for the recommendation!” He was smiling again, jumping up quickly at the mention of going to the doctors. He knew he wasn’t serious, and that’s exactly why as soon as he was up he ran to the bathroom, grabbing a white robe and quickly putting it on before returning. 

“Doctor Wang is in the house.” Looking down at his empty hands, he pretended to be holding a clipboard. “Well I’ll need you to take off your pants and when I say to cough just- oh wait, wrong patient. That would have been awkwarrrrrd.” 

“Excuse you, I know you better than anyone thank you very much.” He muttered, giving him a look before his mouth fell open. “If you leave me for a French guy just so better your French there will be consequences. I will hire an assassin and go after both of you. I’ll make the assassin kill the French guy and then kidnap you and keep you as mine forever.” He grinned. 

When he came back he heard his orders and didn’t hesitate to take his pants off, staring up at him when he said wrong patient before shrugging. “Hey, at least I’m comfortable now, right?” He said grinning as he sat back on the couch. “I think I’m dying from blood loss! How dare you mix up patient records on me!”

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Finishing That?

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“….. I don’t know, that sounds like more of a you problem….” He was taking another bite, dangerously close to being out of food altogether. Was he going to tell Mark that he ordered extra for him anyway and it was in the fridge? Of course… Just after he was done torturing him first… 

“Jackson, come on! Have a heart!” He pleaded, setting his head on the table as his stomach growled. “You’re never this mean to me, what’s gotten into you?” He asked, looking up with a pout. “If you keep doing this you’ll owe me next time we go out at least. This is so unfair! How can you watch your best friend starve!”

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Much Needed Hugs

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gotxjackson :

He wasn’t used to Mark breaking down like this. Sure, he’s seen all the members cry at least once, what they did was stressful and it got to everyone eventually but… This was different. This wasn’t just crying over being overtired and practicing too hard, this wasn’t tears over frustrations of not getting a move just right, this wasn’t tears from being overjoyed about winning an award, or getting emotional from fans… This was actually terrifying to Jackson. To see his friend so broken like this…

“Mark, listen to me…. Things will be okay. I’ll make sure that things are okay…” He had a way of promising things that were almost entirely out of his control, yet somehow he also had a way of managing to come through on such promises. Maybe it was just because he was stubborn, actually that was probably most of it, but he also had a long running lucky streak and honestly he’d give up all the luck in the world to just be sure to make sure this all worked out. 

“Just relax for now, I’ll be right here by you until you feel better.” He wished he could say he wouldn’t leave his side at all, but he couldn’t promise that. His mind was already racing, coming up with different plans to fix at least some of this problem. He wasn’t a doctor, he wasn’t a miracle worker, but at least he could try to get Mark there to see his mother…. But to do that he’d need to talk to their manager. Hell, maybe he’d even go so far as to call JYP himself. He’d do whatever he could to help. 

He didn’t think he’d ever broken so much in front of someone else ever before, but if there was someone he trusted enough to do it it was Jackson. Who wouldn’t, honestly? Who wouldn’t completely shatter after finding this out while you were this far away with no means to get to your own mother when she would likely die in the next week. Honestly, he was lucky he’d held it together as long as he had. He had expected himself to break as soon as he got to Jackson when in reality it had been his question that broke him. He needed it, though. He needed to get it all out. 

He nodded his head, knowing Jackson had no way of promising it would be okay, but also knowing that every time he promised everything was always okay for some off reason. “Thank you,” He murmured, moving to open the blanket up for him. “Burrito with me?” He asked, wiping his tears away, “just for awhile, then I’ll leave you alone if you have something to do.” 

He knew they all had a busy schedule, Jackson included. He wouldn’t take him away from that if he could help it. He laid down on the couch, deciding he didn’t want to sit anymore, not waiting for an answer from Jackson. He knew him well enough that he wouldn’t have declined him, not right now anyway. He pulled him into the blanket and wrapped it around both of them, closing his eyes while taking deep breaths to calm himself. “What’s your schedule for the next dew days?” He asked, to get his mind off everything, also to compare the two of them.

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Recovering Meme’s {Closed}

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“Okay, okay, okay...  I know you’re upset, and we fucked up... But I think I have an idea. It’ll take awhile, so you might get kinda impatient and might get tired of me, but I think I can get them all back for you. I can’t say one hundred percent, but I’m almost ninety-five percent sure I can get them back, okay?” 

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Finishing That?

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“No way! I asked you before if you wanted me to get you food and you said no, you were going to take a nap. It’s not my fault you now decided to want some.”

“But I’m starving!” He said with a pleading look, “You are terrible at sharing. I thought maybe you’d care about me enough to at least share with me. I mean, I’d get it if it was BamBam but you at least like me...” 

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Just A Cut

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“Well no I wouldn’t not love you anymore, just saying people are shallow out there and they might not. Me I think scars are badass and we all know our true ahgases wouldn’t mind but I’m just trying to protect you is all…. You sure you don’t want me to take you to a doctor for a professional opinion?”

“Right, that’s what you say now. Then I get a scar and next thing you know you’re handing over your wedding ring, leaving me for some french guy and hopping on a plane.” He pouted at him. “You better not do that or I’ll be coming for you!” He thought for a moment. “I don’t know, maybe you’re right. Maybe I do need a doctor. I think the blood loss is making me lightheaded.” 

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“It’s obvious you hold your life over our friendship and I feel personally attacked.” Jackson shot back, fingers all but trembling as he started deleting the photos of their bandmate’s phone. “I still can’t believe he had 1234 as his passcode. What idiot does that?!… Besides me, of course…. But I’m different, mine is like that because no one would be stupid enough to try that to open my phone… BamBam’s an idiot, I’m a smart idiot.” 

“Listen, I hold our friendship over everything, and you know that!” He countered, moving to hug him around the waist, watching as he deleted all the memes with wide eyes. “I didn’t think you’d actually do it!” He told him in shock, his mouth hanging wide open. At his comment about BamBam being an idiot for his password, but not him he furrowed his brow. “Jackson.... That doesn’t even make sens-” He paused, “You know what... Sure... You think that...”

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Much Needed Hugs

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Jackson was dumbfounded, arms instinctively wrapping around Mark when he moved closer. His mother. The idol couldn’t stop himself from instantly putting himself in Mark’s shoes, his grip tightening from the pain a mere thought of his mother not being well. It must have been a thousand times worse for Mark, though. 

“Human burrito it is, then.” Moving, Jackson kept an arm around his friend the entire time he was bringing him over to the couch, sitting him down before he draped a blanket over his shoulders. “How sick is she?” He hesitantly asked, sitting down next to the other. His movements were slow, not even able to put a hand on his shoulder as if he was afraid even a simple breeze would end up making Mark crumble down completely. 

As if the timing couldn’t be any worse. On tour, they had so many shows, hopping from place to place every other week. They barely had time to take the time to rest let alone take trips anywhere, however depending on how bad it was….

Mark was grateful that the other didn’t even hesitate to wrap him in a hug. This was the one time he could count on Jackson to be serious, to help him when he really needed it. He would always be there during the worst of times. This was by far the worst of times, especially after what he’d just learned that day. 

He gave a small, forced smile as he was brought to the couch, sitting down. He had his head in his hands as soon as the question left Jackson’s mouth, hiding his reaction. At first, all he could do was shake his head in response, breaking down completely as he leaned against him and hugged him. 

He tried to calm himself to answer him properly, but that didn’t happen for another couple of minutes when he finally managed to get out between sobs, “Very sick. She’s not good, Jackson.” What’s more, he knew there was little to no chance he could see her if anything happened. 

“They said they don’t know what’s wrong. She might not have long.” Once more he was breaking, biting his lip to hold in any sound that threatened to escape him.