a/n: shameless self-promo; feel free to check out my other Markson story called Dance.

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"When we get married, will our dance be some hip hop or something including martial arts tricking?"
"What even."
"I mean, most couples slow dance I guess or do some funny dance to entertain the other guests, but since we're idols with a lot of experience of dancing by now, do you think we'll do something extraordinary?"
Mark pursed his lips, which he usually did when thinking. Jackson's heart may or may not have exploded.
"Would you be up for some tricking?"
"It would be hella turnt, I just wanted to see how excited you were for the idea."
"This will sound odd but I think it's a great idea. It would be more personal like that."
"I'm glad we're on the same side, I would try to convince you otherwise."
"Yah, I might be boring but I'm not against some show off from time to time."
"Does that mean you wouldn't mind showing me some of your dance moves right now?"

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So sorry about the ual innuendo at the end, I for some reason could not avoid it.