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Mark had a lot of talents, known and unknown. He could speak three languages, he could do martial arts and aecrobatics and he could solve a Rubik's Cube. Those were known talents.
What little to none people knew was the fact that he could play the guitar, and he was good. Sure, he wasn't a professional, but he definitely wasn't a beginner. He was decent.
When Jackson found out, Mark felt embarassed. It wasn't that Jackson wasn't allowed to know but Mark was afraid Jackson wouldn't think he's good. Therefore he never played for Jackson. The least thing Mark wanted was to disappoint Jackson.
"Can't you play me something?"
"I don't have a guitar here."
"I mean when there's one around. Can you play something for me then?"
"Jacks, I...I don't think I can."
"Why?"
"I'm not that good."
"Jinyoung said you're good."
"Jinyoung is just being friendly.
"Jinyoung doesn't lie about what he thinks just to be nice. He would nicely say it's not good if that's what he thinks. But he didn't."
Mark sighed. "He may have exaggerated a little bit."
"It doesn't matter. I want to listen to you play, even if it's just something such as Twinkle Twinkle Little Star."
Mark smiled. "I'll think about it."
"Think about what? What song to play? Yes, you should, I'll look forward to it!"
Mark laughed and leaned forward to kiss Jackson's cheek, to which Jackson turned his head slightly, making their lips meet instead.
"I don't care how well you play, I care that you do."

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