Full House

Pairing: Markson

Genre: My own version of fluff.

Summary:

Mark stares at the man standing on his front door, quite annoyed. It is a Sunday after all and this is the only day that he can really sleep in. To be dragged out of bed at 7am by a complete stranger is the last thing he wants and needs right now.

"Uhhh...who are you?"

The man in front of him pouts. "I'm Jackson Wang. And according to this.." he pulls out a scrap piece of paper "...this house now belongs to me."

Mark's eyebrows furrow as he looks at the piece of paper. There are incomprehensible doodles all over the scrap but he sees the 'When Jackson turns 21, my grandpa's house is his' messily scribbled on there in red crayon. Parts of his childhood memories come back but he supresses them right away. He turns to the man with a sullen expression. "This was written by a child."

Jackson nods. "Yes. Specifically a child named Mark Tuan who told me that once I turn 21, this house is mine. Guess who just turned 21 today?" He wiggles his eyebrows in glee.

"Uh, no." Mark says. "Because number 1. I don't even remember writing that. And number 2, even if I did, I wrote this when I was 5."

Jackson's smile widens (if that's even possible). "I never said anything about you writing it when you were 5."

"Yes you did."

"No I didn't. So you're lying to me when you said you don't remember."

"Even if I did remember writing it when I was 5, I was a mere child when I wrote it. It's not a real and binding contract."

Jackson shrugs, pushing Mark to the side gently but firmly. "You wrote it so it works for me. Now let me go take a look at my mansion." He raises his hands in the air as he admires the view of the spacious living room area.

'This is ridiculous' Mark thinks to himself, grabbing Jackson by the shoulder and spinning him around so they're face to face. 

"Listen here. I don't have time for this. This is my house. I live here. I don't understand why you've suddenly decided to show up when I haven't seen you for years but you need to leave. Now."

Mark expects to see a sad, dejected Jackson but instead gets a look of pity from the said man.

"Mark...you have no place to live? It's okay. I'll be kind. I mean, this house is too big for me anyways. We can share. How about that?"

With that, Jackson happily skips towards the kitchen.

Mark doesn't exactly know what happened here but apparently now he's living with his childhood friend, Jackson.

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A/N: OHHH YASSSS. New story. This fic is for my friend, bby_tigz. It's supposed to be her bday present. LOL Happy super belated bday gurrrrrl. I hope you like the story. ^____~ Pls anticipate the first chapter towards the end of this week. =)