The show ended on a high note. The hi-touch was quick and swift. All of Mark's fans were nice. They didn't linger like most fans did. They were just excited to be meeting M.T. Mark said a few words to each fan passing by and before he knew it everything was over. All the staff quickly cleaned everything up and were set to leave. Mark clapped his hands, gathering people around him. "This was a great show. And at the end of every first show on any tour I hold the after party. So, after party at the hotel!" The group cheered, making their way to the exits to get to the hotel. Mark smirked, watching all the people going crazy for this party. He had ordered food and drinks specifically for the occasion. The older looked around for Jackson. They needed to get back to the hotel before everyone else. "Jackson, we have to get going." Mark walked behind the stage to find Jackson. 

"Yeah, the first show just ended. He works very hard. Anyway, how is Pa? Did he come home yet?" Jackson was talking to his mother on the phone. The Mandarin was too fast for Mark to catch it all, but he could understand most of it. "Oh, I see. When do you have to go to Hong Kong?" Mark stood next to the younger. Jackson sighed, listening to his mother. He felt bad leaving her alone in Korea while he went America. "I won't be back in time. Just make sure you get plenty of rest before you go. Okay, I have to go. I love you, ma. Bye." Jackson hung up his phone and put it into his pocket. Mark smiled sadly.

"Is your mom okay?" Jackson nodded, looking over at Mark. The older looked genuinely look concerned for Jackson's mom. He smiled at Mark.

"Yeah, she'll be fine. My ma is a strong women. She can handle anything that gets thrown at her." Mark smiled back.

"I'm sure she can." Jackson nodded once again.

"Well let's get back to the hotel. That after party can't start without the host, now can it."

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Jackson had never been around this many people before. Especially after they had been drinking. He had never drank anything before, not even after coming of age day. He was almost twenty four. Mark walked toward the younger with a cup. "Here, drink this. It's a party after all." Jackson tried to decline his offer, but the cup was already in his hand and Mark was gone. Jackson could have put the cup down, but he didn't want to be rude. Mark had bought so much for this party and Jackson didn't want to waste anything. He sighed, taking a sip from the cup. He made a face of disgust. Maybe there was a reason he didn't drink. How could anyone drink this stuff?

Mark had made his rounds, thanking people for all there hard work and enjoying his time. He had made his way back to where he saw Jackson last to find the younger male chatting away with one of the dancers. The dancer was practically sitting in Jackson's lap. They were getting way too touchy-feely for Mark's liking. Mark sat down on the bed in front of the pair. He was watching Jackson  closely. Something was off about the younger. 

"A manger job doesn't sut you very well. I have boyfriend application you can fill out." The dancer pressed himself closer to Jackson, enough to rest his head in Jackson's neck. The younger laughed. 

"I'm not... will... I'm not... I don't have quali-ff-ilations." Mark rolled his eyes. Jackson was drunk, he could see that now. Did the younger not know how to hold his liquor? The dancer pulled away from Jackson's neck.

"I ... bet your goo at it. I cab... cab... can show you." The dancer began to lean up toward Jackson's face. Mark stepped up at this point. No there would be no sloppy drunken make-out sessions with his manager on his bed. 

"Okay, that's enough. There will be none of that." Mark pulled the dancer off of Jackson's lap. "Jackson, what happened to you?" The younger shook his empty cup in Mark's direction. The older sighed, taking the cup from him and setting it on the bedside table. "Alright, no more for you. Just sit here. It's time to call this party short." Mark mumbled to himself. He stood up and turned to everyone else. "Hey guys. Sorry to ship you guys out, but we won't be able to make hangover soup." Everyone laughed at Mark said. "I'll see you guys tomorrow. Enjoy the night." Everyone began flooding out, even the drunk dancer that Mark had dumped on the floor. Once everyone had left, Mark picked up a sock from the ground. He tied it to the outside of the door handle. He sighed, closing the door. He had no idea what he was going to now. He was stuck with a drunk Jackson. It was going to be a long night.

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Annyeong Haseyo! This chapter took me forever to write, but I wanted to make it longer for you guys. I just wanted to let you know that in between writing these chapters, I write on wattpad and I try to manage a youtube channel. Plus I'm working on learning Korean and I have quizzes once a week with a test at the end of each lesson. So I kinda get busy and can't always update on time. But I will continue to do my best. Anyways Kamsahaminda! Annyeong!