1.10
A Hard DayJackson would have been impressed about the size of Mark's apartment if not for the mess. The older wasn't kidding when he said he didn't clean. There was clothes laying all over the place, trash was overflowing in the trashcan and unwashed dishes were stacked all over the counters and sink. He was scared to see what the rest of the apartment looked like. "You were being serious. This place is a mess?" Mark shrugged, walking past the younger.
"I always call someone to clean it for me when I can't stand the mess anymore. It's mostly Jinyoung or Peniel if I'm lucky." Jackson rolled his eyes. He couldn't believe that someone could live this way. He always cleaned up evereything even if something wasn't dirty. He would find a way to clean it. Jakscon made a sound of disgust, walking through the apartment. He didn't want to think about Mark living in this mess. He had to clean it up for him. He looked toward the older, who was sitting on the couch flipping through the television channels. He rolled his eyes.
"What time is it?" He asked, moving into the kitchen area. He picked up a plate, then a bowl. He couldn't tell if they were clean or dirty. There was nothing on them, but it could be a trick.
"8:15. Why?" Mark looked over at Jackson. The older watched Jackson stack up his dishes slowly. What could he be doing? 8:15, Jackson thought. He could get this place clean and be out of here by 9:30, ten o'clock if he was through.
"Okay. I'm going to do this for you since I'm already here, but there will be no next time. I'm cleanning this up. It better be clean the next time I see it. Got it?" Mark snorted. Sure he would remember that. It would most likely get dirty again and he would call Jinyoung to clean it like every other time.
"Right, I'll be on top of that."
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Jackson stood in front of Mark with a huge pile of clothes in his arms. "Excuse me. You're blocking the TV." Jackson rolled his eyes.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Am I interrupting something important?" He dumped the pile onto Mark. "Sort through them. Tell me what's clean and what isn't." Mark smirked. There was the sass that he was hoping to see from the younger. He liked it.
"Fine fine." Mark began picking through his clothes. He honestly didn't know what was clean or dirty. Maybe he should keep his apartment cleaner than what it was. Jackson sighed, going back into the bathroom to finish what he started.
"Do you mind if I go in your room?" He asked, poking his head out of the door.
"Go ahead. Just don't look in the closet." Mark never let anyone open his closet. There were things in there that he didn't want anyone to see. They weren't bad just his hidden past that no one needed to know about. Jackson finished his job, organizing the shampoos. He left the bathroom to go into Mark's room. He wondered why the older didn't want him to go into the closet. He wouldn't go snooping, but it was a weird request.
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Mark sat in the living room waiting for Jackson to finish cleaning. He didn't know the younger could do such a good job. He might just have to keep the apartment clean now. He finished, sorting his clothes as best as he could. He stood up from the couch, moving around the piles of clothes. What was Jackson doing? He walked to his room. "Jackson are you almost done? I'm sure your mother is worried about you." No response. Mark opened up the door to his room. "Jackson?" The older looked around his room. He had forgotten what his room looked like when it was partically clean. I had been a long time since he had been in here. He flipped on another lamp so he could see better. He looked back on the ground to find Jackson slumped over a pile of things. Mark knelt down next to the younger. "Jackson?" He whispered. Jackson mumbled something incoherntly. Mark smiled. The younger was trying so hard to help Mark out that he tired himself out. Mark wrapped his arms around Jackson. He picked Jackson up, staggering to stand. He moved the younger over to his bed. He placed Jackson in the bed, covering him up with the blanket on the edge of the bed. Jackson snuggled into the bed with a smile. Mark smiled at the boy. He sighedd, reaching into Jackson's pocket for the younger phone. He pulled up Jackson's contacts to find his mother. "Hello Mrs. Wang. This is Mark, we meet earlier today. Yes. Um, Jackson has fallen asleep at my apartment. Yeah, I'll take good care of him. I'll make sure he eats and get him home in good shape. Don't worry. Uh-huh, okay. Bye." Mark hung up and left Jackson's phone on the bed side table. He gave one more glance at the younger before walking toward the door. "Goodnight Jackson."
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Annyeong Haseyo! This chapter is so long. I was going to split it up but I thought it would be better if I left it like this. I hope you guys enjoyed it. Kamsahaminda! Annyeong!
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