They say that people who are close to each other don't have to talk rudely to each other.

JB and roommates 6/7 are agreeing....

There's only suspicion everywhere.

every action

About the relationship between the two of them

JARK ON!

PiggyluckyB

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[SF] STUPID CUPID SHOW! #

School work fic

Paring: JACKSONWANG X MARKTUAN #JARK

RATE: PG-13

A thin figure in a school uniform ran breathlessly through a grove of pink balloons, past groups of students holding large teddy bears, and past rose shops, stalls where students were crowding around to buy them. The atmosphere was especially sweet on the early morning of February 14th.

This is not the day when someone like Mark Tuan What are you especially interested in? All he knew was that this morning he was woken up by a call from the only close friend in his life asking him to buy him a toothbrush for school. Because he spent the night at school yesterday but forgot to pick up a toothbrush from home. In fact, a person like Mark Tuan is not the type who goes to school at 6:30.

But because of being urged by him, he had to wake up in frustration and come out to school early because of it…

Mark ran through school in the morning with ease, even though today he wore sneakers that were against the rules. The school atmosphere at 6:00 a.m. was quiet and the teacher on duty in front of the school had not yet arrived. The cool air made Mark feel that his own breath while running was causing his nostrils to sting. The thin man ran briskly past the fountain in the middle of the school that had an arch of flowers decorated and written on it: '

HappyValentine’s Day’

Before passing the marching band's practice room, where students were dragging out equipment to wipe clean early in the morning. Then the thin person turned around and came to Building 3. The kingdom of Mathayom 6 students like them

Crack..Crack..

Before he could even shuffle his legs up to the floor where he wanted to go, his cell phone suddenly vibrated. Mark pursed his lips in annoyance as the hand holding the convenience store bag was passed to the other hand before the other hand reached for his phone in his long school pants. He slowed his running speed when he realized he was on the 4th floor as the destination. will come The hand slides the phone to answer the call.

“Calm down.” Tiredness made him not want to answer much on the other end of the line.

(Run here...Fuck B, don't write on your face, I don't want it.. Hello Mark, I asked if you came running) Mark didn't answer the other end of the line because the jabbing voice from inside the phone overlapped with the loud noise. On the 4th floor, long legs were heard walking towards the sound, wanting to know what those people were doing.

“Wasn't it in a hurry when I called?” White Converse stopped in front of the glass door of the room in Mathayom 6/7. The first picture Mark saw was his classmate B, trying to get a magic pen to fill in the guy's sideburns. Put the phone to your ear and talk to him. The person who was threatened was dodging left and right like he was fighting for his life, but the other friend's arms locked his neck tightly in every way.

(Hurry up...oh, I can't breathe...but Mark doesn't have to run. Wang Jackson tried to shake off his roommate's teddy bear's hand. Mark Tuan looked at the scene in front of him before smiling at the funny expression of the person in the line.

"Oh, it's here."

(Where? Where? Where? Oh, that's where it came from. We won't tell each other.) He successfully shook off his friend's gecko's hand. Wang Jackson ran and turned to face the door of the room. before seeing a person with light brown hair and a gray school uniform standing sweating. In his hand he held a bag from the convenience store in front of the alley as he had called to inform him. Jackson walked with a smile and walked towards his close friend, but his hand was still on the phone and he was talking to the person on the line. The person in front of the room raised his eyebrows at him in annoyance.

before Jackson slid the glass door open. The cool air conditioning in the classroom made Mark aware that these guys must have wasted a lot on the school's electric bill last night. Jackson clicked his tongue against his cheek and reached into his pocket before handing a handkerchief to the person who was sweating because of him.

"Can I borrow it to wipe off my sweat?"

“Go brush your teeth.”

Instead, he received a whole bag of treasures that he had asked to buy.

They say that people who are close to each other don't have to talk rudely to each other.

JB and 6/7 roommates are agreeing.

“What time is the performance?” When he finished speaking, he put the milk carton in his own hand into his mouth and sucked it a few times.

“Ten o'clock, Mark, give me some milk to eat. My hands are free.” After saying that, he held out his hand that was struggling to put the thread into the needle for him to see. Mark didn't answer. With a calm face, he just picked up the red chocolate milk carton and shook it a few times before punching it in and putting it away. “Hey, give it to me, I told you my hands are busy.”

“A lot of trouble.” Mark Tuan picked up the chocolate milk carton and punched it in before getting up and walking to sit on the study table across from the very troublesome person. A white hand held a milk carton in front of him. A thicker man leaned forward and sucked milk from the carton in his close friend's hand. Many pairs of eyes in the room were looking at them suspiciously. Suspicions throughout the 3 years of room 7

Why do Wang Jackson and Mark Tuan, close friends who have been fighting each other since middle school, like to refer to each other in such an irritating way like that? A female friend in the room looked at JB's face. Before nodding as a signal to…

“Guys, I want to ask you something.” JB was about to be the one to destroy that doubt.

“What did you say?” The person who spoke the most took his mouth off the straw and answered.

"When you guys talk to me You two just talk to me, is that right?” JB, the hope of the room, was opening up the issue frankly. “...So we were wondering why when you talk to each other you call that guy instead of yourself 'we'?”

The whole room was quiet.

Mark choked on the strawberry milk in his hand. Jackson, who was aiming the needle at the thread, was too far away. Suddenly, a strange feeling suddenly surged up until Mark felt that his ears were unbearably hot. Jackson furrowed his brow and scratched his nose here and there, wondering if he would tell him the reason. Actually, it sounded a little embarrassing.

He turned to look at Mark's face and his friend's face before making a decision..

“When I was a kid, Mark was..”

“Hope Jackson! Do you want to go out together?” Mark suddenly stood up and tried to grab the hand of the friend across from him. Jackson grinned, feeling like he was going to win if he told this story.

"What's going anywhere isn't going anywhere..it's like this, Mark...oh Mark, don't pinch me." The teasing person winced violently at the waist. before being pulled and dragged away by Mark's hand The person who was dragged helplessly dropped the needle in his hand and dropped it on the floor before grabbing a convenience store bag with him.

“Oh, I'll tell you...oh. Mark, don't squeeze my hand."

Mark rolled up his sleeve to cool off Jackson, who was sitting at the sink brushing his teeth and looked at his friend, who raised a white hand and fanned it with a smile. The slimmer one adjusted his tie before loosening it. Ventilation buttons. His white face was a little red when he had to use a lot of force, unlike him who was a crazy person. He also didn't have a shy face. His red mouth blew air until the hair in front of him fluttered with the wind. When I started to feel that I was being looked at in installments, I immediately wanted to open my mouth and scold the person in front of me.

"Don't tell me. Why did Jack say he wouldn't say anything?"

“Oh, we haven't told anything yet. Mark, you're thinking too much.” Jackson jumped down and turned to face the mirror before spitting out the toothpaste in his mouth. He said and then made funny eye contact with the person in the mirror.

"If we don't stop him, Jack will already tell us."

"I want to tease you. Why do you have to be so taciturn with other friends?" Jackson asked, raising his eyebrows.

"I'm not taciturn. I'm like that with Jack," the person surnamed Tuan argued.

“If Mark is really like that. Why do you ask?" He turned around and looked straight at his face, then tilted his head a little annoyed, "Yes?"

“Then let's talk with you, shall we? We're here, it's easy. Hey, let's eat some food." He finished speaking and walked over and patted the person named 'you' on the shoulder before hugging him and preparing to drag him out of the bathroom, but the other person was thicker and more powerful than that, but he didn't move. Really?

“No, I don't like it,” he raised his eyebrows and smiled in an irritating reply, “Mark has been our mark for a long time.”

Mark Tuan felt a little fluttery when his close friend spoke to him like this, but the only face he pulled out was a calm, golden face, not hot because he knew how he acted in front of someone like Wang Jackson. Is it really suicidal that he doesn't know what the meaning of his expression is?

He and he have been friends for how many years and have always been like this. When he had a girlfriend, he still cared about him like this. When he had a girlfriend, he still thought of him like this. Things had been like this for so long that they stopped questioning each other.

Why do you care about Jackson?

Why don't you like him talking to him like a normal friend?

Why does Mark Tuan have to be quiet when he's with other people?

But with the person in front of me..all kinds of emotions arise naturally.

“Then don't tease us. Don't tell that story."

“Oh Mark, just telling my friends that when we were kids we called Mr. Mark and Mr. Jack together, it didn't matter at all. That's when they were cute and they died."

What a shame!

“They're dead on wheels. We're lazy to curse," Mark Tuan said, thinking about when he was a kid and everyone taught him how to speak because he and Jackson called each other that way. Later, when he grew up a bit, it became addictive, especially the guy next to him, calling him 'Khun Mark' until he was about to go to Mathayom 1. When we tried to talk to each other, I didn't like it anymore...that's it.

So there's 'us' and 'Jack'.

“Then let it be a joke. It's fun, or Mark doesn't like it.” Wang Jackson finished speaking and scratched his nose again, embarrassed. Mark was looking at the face of the person in front of him and didn't know where to focus his eyes.

“..Go answer the phone for a moment.”

Suddenly, Mr. Mark Tuan received a call from someone he didn't know.

“Give it to Jack. Happy Valentine's Day."

“Thank you.”

Jackson smiled at the young woman who gave him flowers and a heart-shaped sticker on her chest before he walked up and smiled sweetly and turned to leave. Mark was the seventh person along the long walk from the bathroom back to class. Mark looked at the person next to him who was holding both. The boxes of chocolates and roses on the school shirts were filled with cute colorful stickers that had been pasted since walking out of the bathroom. The person next to Mark was pretty hot in school. He's both funny and polite.

And he's good at his job, so everyone likes to hope for Jackson. It's wrong with him that since he's been here, only a few of his younger siblings have dared to come and ask to put stickers on because he doesn't get close to anyone easily, he's not a funny person, he likes to make a sullen face. Is it the reason why there aren't many people who dare to talk or play with him? How much is he…

“Jack ate chocolate until he was fat,” he said, nodding his head into the box of chocolates in the hand next to him.

“I don't eat alone. I'll give Mark some to eat too," the person said, shaking the box of chocolates to show off.

"No, I won't eat it. He just gave it to Jack..." He spoke softly, as if he didn't want the people next to him to hear.

“If Mark smiles..” suddenly the person next to him said with a turtle-face smile and changed from walking beside him to walking backwards, facing him instead, “Mark will get more chocolates and stickers than us. You know?"

“I don't want it at all. There were so many addictions that my mother cursed me to death."

“This…” He stopped walking, causing Mark who was following him to stop as well.

“We like Mark smiling. Learn to smile sometimes, so people will know that you're cute.” The person who spoke, when finished speaking, turned around and continued walking, leaving only a sentence that makes people who like to keep their feelings replay it over and over in their heads like that…

Room 6/7 in a state where she has transformed into both an Angel with wings and a heavenly ring on her head, especially the one with black hair. Sharp eyes that had a friend add sideburns on their cheeks as a joke, but that doesn't make someone like Wang Jackson look any less handsome. Mark holds the camera

DSLR

in hand to take pictures, waiting to take photos of friends for a while because he doesn't like being in the front line at school events, so he chooses to be the rear guard to take photos of friends better. No one objected because everyone knew what kind of person Mark was.

Mark Tuan was clicking photos of Jackson talking to other friends when the person he was pointing the camera at suddenly turned to look at the camera and smiled with a turtle face causing Mark to laugh because the model was making a funny face. camera Today is Valentine's Day, he knows that. The two of them stayed together every Valentine's Day, even though I had a boyfriend that year. Being able to see them this year and still be together, it was a familiar atmosphere that never made him feel bored or disliked at all. This familiarity made Jackson ponder something in his mind all along…

And then I thought I should talk to Mark to the end.

He wanted to be more comfortable with Mark. More than what is given to each other every day..

“Mark..before we go on stage…”

“Room 7 is on standby.” The staff member called out for Room 7 to get ready. JB, who was standing next to Jackson, dragged the angry man by the arm who refused to follow easily. Mark, who had looked up to hear what Jackson was about to say, furrowed his brow in question, trying to read his best friend's lips. Jackson's mouth fell open. With JB's annoying hand trying to comically wipe Jackson's mouth with his finger, the thin mouth of a familiar person told him that..

'You can stand in front of the stage!'

Room 6's performance ended. The announcer's voice announces the next performance for Mark, who doesn't like crowds of people. Mark, who was too lazy to crowd into the crowd, was trying to insert himself into the wave of huge crowds that were waiting to watch Room 7's performance. He didn't know why Jackson told him to come in front to take some pretty pictures or what…

There's only suspicion everywhere.

every action

About the relationship between the two of them

White dry ice was released, two cupids in the room ran out and scattered flowers, the familiar song that had been heard for weeks in the classroom sounded louder.

“Stupid cupid, you’re a real meanguy 

I’d like to clip your wings, so you can’t fly… ♩♪”

The first part begins with Cupid's crew, very familiar faces, running out with the first step. The first wave of screams rang out as soon as JB. He ran out and made a gesture of throwing arrows at the younger members of the card. There were 6,000 people waving at him to the rhythm of the music. Cupid in Room 7 shakes their butts drunkenly before a cool Cupid comes out in the second part..

“I can’t do myhomework and I can’t think straight 

I meet him every morning about at half past eight… ♬”

Hope Jackson Cupid wears glasses. Pretending to take out a textbook and read it before throwing it away for the next part. He ran around and gathered with the other Cupids in Room 7 before the music started to get more and more fun. Mark smiled into the camera, enjoying his friend's performance. Before he felt Jackson, who was recording on camera, looking at him, the man on stage winked at him. When shaking your ass vigorously on stage That made him laugh.

Came out to shoot an arrow again. This time, Jackson didn't turn around, more towards the other viewers. But Mark's best friend turned around and shot an arrow at him, which made the women around him scream even louder than before.

Mark fainted as the people around him began to look and smile. He might not have been able to pull out his dead face to use it because his mouth was accidentally smiling at the funnyness of the sassy guy on stage. What the hell is wrong with Jackson today?

“You got me jumping like a crazyclown 

And I don’t feature what you’re putting down 

Since I kissed his loving lips of wine 

The thing that bothers me is that I like it fine 

Hey, hey, set me free…”

The last part is about to end. Jackson suddenly ran out of the frame, causing Mark to look up to see what was happening before he saw that Jackson had run to stop on his side of the stage. He squatted down before leaning down.

“Mark!” The sound of his name made the two younger women in front of him avoid his way. It was as if someone had pushed him up in front of him because he suddenly felt that he was getting closer and closer to Jackson.

Our distance is about to get even shorter.

“..We gave Mark

HappyValentine Day’s

A red rose was held in front of Mark. The angle at which he was standing made him have to raise his head to see clearly what the people on the stage were handing him. Mark Tuan felt that today his dead face could not be used in any other situation. Next, the guy on stage smiled at him. Smile like we used to smile at each other every day. But this time it made me shake and there was a clear change, a change that the two of them had always known about but no one had ever said anything about.

"How do you accept it?..." The people on stage started to get more and more embarrassed because young children in the 6,000, 5,000 card zones began to pick up their cell phones and take fun photos of clips in front of each other. Mark, who couldn't act himself, was embarrassed. But take it, it's awesome..

“Oh, thank you.” Mark Tuan smiled, showing his small fangs to one of his closest friends in his quiet life, feeling his heart swell. The blood in the body pumps and writhes. On the day of love, the music from Room 7's performance ended. Strange shouts and teasing followed as Mark stood looking at the rose in his hand with a smile that people had said they wanted him to show off often.

I guess I'll have to talk to that Cupid guy.

Stupid cupid, stop picking on me!♫

Hello

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SF

I thought I wanted to write it on Valentine's Day.

So it came out one day later than Valentine's Day.

When talking about Mr. Wang Jackson and Mr. Mark Tuan,

We will like to think of this kind of relationship.

Because we're together a lot, sometimes you don't know what it is *whispers in embarrassment*

Please enjoy reading.

If you scream or want to curse, tag it. School work fic

Let's come together.

With love *Pretends to shoot a love arrow like Jackson*