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Mark had decided to spend his day off by the window, watching the outside and analyzing what he could see. It wasn't the most entertaining thing. he'd ever done but he found it relaxing both mentally and physically.
Jackson on the other hand decided to spend his day off writing in his private notebook he had brought with him since he became a trainee at JYP a few years ago. It wasn't filled since he didn't have a lot of time to actually write something down. Usually it would just be song lyrics.
A sudden call interrupted his writing session and he left the room to answer. Mark went to the bed and picked up the notebook. He flipped to the first page and started reading. It was written in Cantonese so he couldn't really understand it. He flipped the pages until he found something written in one of the three languages he spoke. The first he found was in English. Reading it through, he got the impression of meeting someone for the first time and immediately knowing the person would be important in the future. It was really sweet, and Mark could feel his heart swell when reading it.
"What are you doing?"
Mark had been so into the song he didn't realize Jackson had come back.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...read it."
Jackson smiled softly. "It's okay."
Mark closed it and put it on the table beside the bed.
"It was a sweet song."
"What?"
"The English one. I don't know how many English ones you've written but the first one to appear in the notebook was very sweet."
"I'm glad you like it."
"Why don't you let it become a real song?"
Jackson laughed quietly. "It's way too personal."
Mark frowned. "How can it be too personal to become a real song?"
"Because you should be the only one to ever hear it."

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a/n: kind of unclear ending maybe?