"Make sure you have your sunglasses, mask, and hood on. Don't worry, it's just a formality." Mark nodded, pulling his backpack out of the overhead baggage area. He slipped it onto his back and began his way off the airplane. His head was still filled with what had happened on the plane. Jackson didn't ask why he was crying and didn't say anything when he slept in the younger's lap. It was if Jackson didn't care about that stuff. Jackson  was different than everyone else. There was so many things that Jackson already knew about Mark that he didn't let anyone else know. He didn't know if Jackson was a stalker fan or just really observant. Mark choose the latter. If there was one thing he knew about Jackson, though he knew next to nothing about the younger, it was Jackson could read people. He had seen it before. Even on there way here, Jackson stopped to talk people that he didn't know just to help them or to get them to move on so they could get to the next stop on their trip; he said things about the people he meet that no one else could've know. It was strange, but Mark really liked that about him. Mark didn't know what was happening in his life. He didn't want other people joining in. He didn't need it. Jackson was just his manager and a fan, nothing more. Mark had to focus on his work, not of people around him. Mark continued to walk out of the tunnel and toward the baggage claim. 

Jackson followed close behind Mark, along with a few body guards. He had watched the older's actions since before he had even known Mark, he already knew there was something seriously wrong with Mark. He just couldn't put his finger on it. It must've had something to do with what he was searching for in the closet. He sighed. If Mark wanted to talk about it he would. Jackson would just have to wait.

Mark walked with his head down, not watching where he was going. He didn't want people to see him. Jackson had told him no one would notice him for a bit but he still wanted to be safe. But since he was not paying attention, he bumped into someone and knocked them both to the ground. The other began to cry. Mark instantly reacted. He pulled off his sunglasses and reached over to help the person. The person crying was a little girl. Mark picked the girl off the ground and held her close. "It's okay. Don't cry. Everything's alright. Hey, can you give me a big smile." She wiped her face her hands and looked up at Mark. She smiled slightly. Mark smiled. It was a good thing that this girl spoke Korean. He had forgotten that he was in America now and he would have to go back to speaking English soon. 

"Hyeji! Where are you?" A new voice came out of the crowd, in a familiar tone. Mark could of sworn he had heard it before. 

"Daddy!" The girl, Hyeji, began squirming in Mark's arms. He smiled broadly at this. Her father must've been so worried about her. When the man calling for his daughter breached the crowd, Mark couldn't believe his eyes. He didn't think he would be running to this guy anytime soon.

"Youngjae?"

"Mark?"

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Annyeong Haseyo! Plot twist! This is a plot twist for all of this. I decided to change the story up a bit. In the orginal Mark was not supposed to meet Youngaje for a while, but I wanted to make everything a bit more dramatic for both Mark and Jackson, especially Jackson. I hope you like it. Kamsahaminda! Annyeong!