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"This one or this one?", Jackson asked to get Mark's attention from beside him, his phone screen showing two different cars. Somewhere in the middle of Jackson's very busy life, he managed to get his driver's license and was constantly looking for cars that he'd eventually be able to buy.
Mark looked up from his phone and at the two pictures for a second before pointing at the picture to the right where there was a white car of some brand Mark didn't care about. He wasn't a big fan of cars and new basically nothing, so he just went straight for which one of them looked the best.
"...Did you just pick that one because it was on the TV?", Jackson asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Maybe?", Mark replied and ruffled his hair. "You know I know nothing about cars, handsome."
Jackson smiled. "Of course I do, but it's cute that you still try to help me out."
"But for real Jacks, why would you want the other? The color is awful."
Jackson laughed. "Aren't you adorable? Are you sure you're older than me?"
Mark glared at the younger. "Haha, very funny."
Jackson kissed the side of Mark's head and went back to looking at cars. Mark might not admit it, but the way Jackson's face turned serious while searching for the right car, was incredibly y.

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