the music was still blaring loudly through the room, sweat on jackson’s brow was wiped off on his shirt. they’d been practising the choreography for days now, repeatedly. it’d only been a little while since the others left for the night, jackson had been feeling like he couldn’t get it down and he’d tackled mark into helping him out. for no other reason than ‘markson are the best’, which was hardly a good excuse to anyone, but he liked to imagine it was a secret code that only mark would understand. since that night, jackson would say that not much had changed -- but it was a lie. he knew far more about mark’s lips, the feeling of the olders fingertips, the heat that grew between them when they were alone together. everything was becoming built up for jackson, more than once he’d had dirty dreams about mark and he had the thoughts that went through it.
but he was useless at expressing any of that.
“hyung, let’s take five,” jackson stated, his chest filled with panted breaths as he went from being on his feet, to slumping down to the floor. he was sitting for two seconds, before he was splayed out on his back in the middle of the room. every part of his body ached and he didn’t even know where to begin trying to massage away the result of strenuous activity. the loose shorts he had on were hung off his form, and the sleeveless shirt was doing little to keep him cool. “can you get me a drink?” he asked mark as cutely as he could, head tilted and angled to look around his own body in search of the older male. “i’m really thirsty.”
