Jackson had slept most of the flight. That had left Mark with only his thoughts and the sounds of Jackson's light snoring. He looked over at the younger and smiled. He had only worked for Mark for a few days, but he done a much better job than his other managers. Mark turned away from Jackson. He grabbed the key that was laying around his neck. He wondered if Youngjae had kept his all this time. The younger probably had, he always liked to keep sentimental objects like that. He remembered Youngjae loved to celebrate every single month they had been together; Mark had to talk the younger out of celebrating every week. He thought back to the day that Youngaje had given him the key.

"Mark, do you know what day it is?" Youngjae climbed onto the older, sitting on his waist line. Mark looked up at Youngjae. He knew exactly what day it was, but he wanted to mess with Youngjae a bit.

"Hm? Is is your birthday?" Youngjae made a pouty face. Mark never forgot their anniversary. What was he doing? Mark noticed the face Youngjae was making. He smiled, sitting up against the arm of the couch. He wrapped his arms the younger, pulling closer to him. "I know. It's our anniversary. I would never forget that. You make it so I can't." Youngjae smiled, leaning in to give Mark a kiss.

"Of course. Its been ten months. And I got you something. Well, I got us something." Youngjae reached into pocket, pulling out the matching keys that he worked so hard to afford, "Tada!" He gave one to Mark. "Yours has my name, a heart and the date we started dating on it. And mine has your name, a star, and our date on it. They're cute, aren't they?" Mark nodded, slipping the necklace over his head.

"I'll never take it off." Youngjae smiled broadly. He loved Mark with all his heart. He wouldn't trade the older for anything in the world.

Mark sighed, closing his eyes. That was the last happy month he had with Youngjae. He sometimes wished that he was still with Youngjae, but he wouldn't go back to those days now. His career meant so much to him and if it wasn't for Youngjae he wouldn't be here now.

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Jackson woke up to the sound of crying. At first he thought it was some child just being fussy, but the sound was too close to be that. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He turnedd to look at Mark to find that he was the one crying. Mark was curled up in the seat, fidgeting and silently crying. Jackson reached over and grabbed the older's arm. "Mark. Mark." Jackson shook Mark, trying to get him to wake up. "Dude, c'mon." The older rolled in the seat, facing Jackson. "Mark, wake up." The older fidgeted once again before opening his eyes slightly. Tears were still streaming down his face as he looked up at Jackson. He quickly wiped the tears away. Jackson stared at Mark, worry in his eyes. Mark sighed, laying his head back down. "Are you okay?" Mark shrugged.

"I'll be fine. Don't worry about it." He sighed again, trying to get comfortable again. He didn't exactly remember what he was dreaming about, though he knew that it must've had something to do with his past. He usually never had dreams like that since he became a singer. He had tried to push it out of his mind. Jackson sighed.

"You know you don't have to always be like this. You have people around you that care and would do anything to help you. But you're always stuck in your head and never want help. You think you can do everything by yourself. This is coming from a fan, not your manager, but I've seen how tired you get on shows and interviews.You always seem happy but I can tell that you're not. Just remember, I'm here for you. As a fan, a manager, and a friend." Mark looked up at Jackson. He had never thought Jackson could sound so profound. He smiled slightly, pushing up the arms on the seats. He slid over and laid his head in Jackson's lap. He had known that he was hard-headed, Jinyoung had mentioned it once before. Jackson smiled slightly, pushing his hand through Mark's hair. The older sighed, closing his eyes again.

"Thank you, Jackson."