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Everyone was used to Jackson wearing his baggy, drop-crotch pants and Mark thought Jackson did wear them nicely. But if he could decide himself, he would put Jackson in a pair of jeans. In public and during shows, Jackson would always say his thighs were his favorite part of his own body but Mark knew better. Jackson tried to say positive things about what he was insecure about in hopes of not disliking this certain part. 
That was also why he didn't like wearing jeans. Jackson simply thought they showed off his thighs too much. The baggy pants he usually wore didn't, which is why he felt so secure in them. 
"You look really good in jeans, Jacks."
Jackson looked up from his phone to smile at Mark before looking back down with a plain expression. Mark knew he didn't believe him.
"And I know you don't believe me, and you don't have to. But I really do think your legs look amazing."
Jackson faced him again, looking more sincere. 
"Thank you, honey. Since I know you don't think I'm fat, I won't try to lose as much weight."
Mark smiled brightly, melting Jackson's insides.
"Good, you're already perfect the way you are."

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