Markson AU / Deal with the Devil (Part Three)
Pairing: Mar Tuan x Jackson Wang Plot: Jackson doesn’t believe in wizards or anything supernatural. But maybe seeking help in a small magic shop is his only option left. Warnings: none, I guess…? Words: 1 172
A/N: I'm back from the dead...:)
Jackson wouldn't give in. As if magic really did exist. Bullshit. Still, the strange tattoo on his hand, made him worry a bit. But there was no pain yet and he wouldn't be a coward and just run to the magic shop. After all, he made the deal, but Mark could have helped him with the potion. There was one thing Jackson was sure about he hated the >magican<. He was arrogant and scary, not the type of people Jackson wanted to hang out with. But Jinyoung was insisting that the shop owner was one of the nicest people he had ever met and that Jackson could be glad to have a job there.
But Jackson wasn't even sure what exactly he was supposed to do there. He wasn’t able to give any costumers advice, not that it would matter that stuff was fake after all. He would just annoy them away. Mark would forget their deal quickly and Jackson could go on with his not supernatural life.
Happy with his idea Jackson left the small coffee shop, enjoying the warmth of his drink. Slowly the caffeine stimulated his senses. He was about to take another sip when there was suddenly a flash of pain in his hand, he dropped his cup, clutching on his palm. The pain started from the mark and spread through his whole arm.
"Fuck." He cursed, feeling how the pain faded, before coming back even stronger. Jackson searched his surroundings, expecting the magician to be somewhere to laugh at him, but the only unusual thing he spotted was a raven that seemed to watch him. Could the magician transform into animals? Or look through their eyes? If then that's really creepy. Jackson couldn’t help but feel like the blackbird was watching him. Still clutching to his hand, Jackson decided that he had to go to the magic shop because he was not really up to die painfully.
The closer he came to the shop, the fewer his hand hurt and when he entered the pain was only a memory.
"You're too late for your first shift." Jackson looked up seeing the magician already busy running around his shop to refill the shelves. "But I was expecting that." He put the last thing away and looked at Jackson with a wide smile, who wasn’t really up to return that gesture.
"Put on a smile. I don't want you scaring away my customers with your grumpy face. And after all, you look much cuter when you smile." The magician winked at him, before innocently continuing with his duties.
"I'm not cute," Jackson muttered, not really up to the other's flirtatious behaviour, which was really unlike him but after all, he was just forced to come here.
"Come on!" Mark had definitely heard him complaining. "I really was just complimenting you. Cute twinks are totally in."
Okay, that was really too much for Jackson. Cute twinks?????
"This definitely counts as sexual harassment at workplace." He stuttered, trying his best to shoot the magician a judging look.
"Two things." Mark smiled, when he approached the smaller, placing his hands softly on his shoulders. "First. It's nice that you finally accept this as your workplace."
"It's no..."
"Ahhh..." The magician shut him up placing a finger on the younger's lips, which felt extremely soft, which really shouldn't have been the point of the whole thing. "Second. Who said that I appreciate a cute twink. That wasn't necessarily an offer. " At least that was what he said his eyes really said the opposite. Jackson was starting to regret every decision he ever made.
"But we should really start with getting to work now." Mark let go of him acting as if they hadn't just stood way to close to each other, why looking at each other's lips. Not in a bromance way, trust me. "And Bambam stop spying and come out. Don't be a creep."
Jackson nearly got a heart attack when suddenly a boy appeared near them. How hadn't he noticed the other before? The mundane realized the younger's eyes turning from a pinkish back to a normal colour. Definitely not normal, but he was surrounded by magician what did he expect?
"But it's so much fun to see you two flirting." The young boy explained, smirking at them.
"We weren't flirting." Mark corrected him, to both Jackson and Bambam's surprise. "Man! Just no!... But anyway how impolite of me." Witha a swift movement, Bambam turned around looking at Jackson with big eyes. "It's amazing to finally have someone hot work here. I really felt lonely."
"Seriously Bambam!!!" Mark complained. "I'm hot too and your boss." But those words didn't seem to bother the young boy at all, he just laughed it off, keeping his focus on the confused mundane.
"I'm Bambam. An animagus mage half-blooded born in Thailand. And now I run this shop at night. Mark and I are kinds of partners even though he insists that he is my boss. And just for the records he really has the hots for you, which I do get, you're totally his type and that a..."
"Cut it!" Mark ended the rambling, acting as if he wasn't listening. The whole thing just confused Jackson even more. What was he supposed to say after that?
"I'm Jackson...Wang. I'm...human..." He could hear Mark's soft giggles at that statement. "I'm from Hong Kong...and I work here now. " Hopefully that was enough as an introduction.
"Great I'm looking forward to working with you." Bambam smiled before disappearing in a pink cloud of smoke, which really seemed right out of a magic show.
Coughing because he shouldn't have breathed in the smoke, Jackson stumbled to the back of the shop, where Mark stood behind the counter, looking at him innocently.
"He just does that to impress people it's a simple spell and trusts me the pink smoke is totally unnecessary, he just is a sucker for great entrances and disposals." Mark rolled his eyes at Bambam's childish behaviour.
"Is the smoke poisonous?" Jackson asked because his throat was still feeling sore.
"No idea. You're the first one to breathe some in...just tell me if you feel like something is growing inside of you or if you can't feel your hands anymore." Definitely not the answer the mundane wanted to hear. "But let's finally start. I'll show you how to put some things away and I might even show you the work at the counter later if you are a good boy."Jackson hated that pet name already, but he just nodded with a forced smile.
"Wait, Mark. I have a question...What is an animagus?"
"Have you never watched Harry Potter...tsk tsk...an animagus is a magician that can turn into an animal. Bambam, for example, is used to transform into a grey cat, you will definitely see him around. During days he mostly sleeps somewhere in that form."
"I see." So Jackson was right, the magician could turn into animals. The black raven had definitely been Mark.
