1.8
A Hard Day"You live in a nice place, Jackson. And I see what you mean." Mark felt bad for calling the younger a momma's boy. He had no idea that Jackson's mother was like that. He wished that he had been a little bit more respectful. But it was too late for that. He was just going to have to deal with actions. Maybe he could make it up to Jackson in some way.
"Where do you have to be now?" The younger mumbled, picking up some clothes around his room. Jackson kind of wanted Mark out of his house. It was almost weird to him. First, his favorite idol shows up at his work space. Second, he spills wax all over said idol and has to pay back for what he did. Third, he has to explain to his mother what happened to him and why a famous person is in their house. Fourth, Mark Tuan is sitting in his bed like the older owns the place. Jackson couldn't believe it, but it was really happening. He never thought in a million years that he would have someone that he admired in his house and he also would've never thought that he would be trying to throw that person out.
"No where. But I should tell Jinyoung that I'm out for a bit. Nah, he'll figure it out." Mark answered, absent mindedly. He was too busy watching Jackson. The younger seemed very reserved for someone with such an open mouth. He had heard how he acted to his co-worker. It was interesting. He hoped that he would get to see that side of Jackson. None of his older managers had ever gotten cross with him and he could tell Jackson might break that cycle. "What exactly are you doing?" Jackson looked up from the pile he was sorting through.
"Cleaning. What else does it look like?" Jackson turned back to his pile. It was just some clothes, but he figured that he should do the laundry while he was at home. It didn't seem like he would have much time to do it later if he was going to be managing Mark's busy life. "Do you not do this at home?" Mark thought about it for a bit. He hadn't been to concerned to clean his living space. He was sure that it would be fine for a few more days.
"No, not really. I just wait." Jackson snortedd, moving his basket closer to him. He threw a few pieces of clothing inside.
"Wait for what? The cleaning fairy?" This guy, he knows nothing about normal life, Jackson thought. He was now starting to question why he liked this idol. He knew that everything he heard and saw of Mark was never going to be like how the real person was, but he had a small hope that Mark was going to be the M.T that he knew and loved. That was starting to not be the case.
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