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Jackson loved sunny mornings. Not only because it meant the weather would possibly be quite decent but also because of how rays of sunlight on the very beautiful individual who happened to be Jackson's boyfriend. Normally, Jackson would describe Mark as drop dead gorgeous but in sunny mornings he looked more angelic than he had ever done before. He knew fans saw Mark as an angel already and really, he was, but times like these...Jackson couldn't even express himself.
The sun would make Mark's skin look ten times brighter and healthier as well as showing the almost invincible imperfections you could find only if you looked closely. It would make his hair look softer and it was hard resisting not running his hands through it over and over.
When Mark woke up and noticed Jackson staring at him, he would always blush and tell him to look away. Most people wouldn't want someone staring at them when they wake up and look like you do at that moment, but Jackson couldn't help it. Mark really didn't know how to look ugly.
"Why are you staring again?", Mark whined quietly at his boyfriend, voice raspy due to his sudden awakening.
"Same as always.", Jackson almost smirked at the older and ran his hand through Mark's hair.
"Creep."
"You love it."
They were quiet for a couple of minutes, just admiring each other's facial features.
"You know what, Mark?"
"What?"
"You look even more angelic today than you usually do."

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