Title : touch

Status: double drabble / au

Fandom: GOT7

Pairing: JB x JACKSON feat.Mark

Author: Orny

Because the person I feel closest to is Mark. Keeping all sorts of things in Mark's head is normal for Jackson. He does it on a daily basis. Plum flavored ice cream is extremely unpalatable. That woman would be more okay if she were a little taller. Or the movie that we just dragged each other to watch and ended up not being very good.

Jackson just wanted to put out the thoughts in his head. Moreover, Mark is the only person who listens to everything from him. Whether Mark wanted to listen or not (sorry, Jackson Wang didn't think of the latter case).

Especially when something is uncomfortable. Call Mark's name in a low tone. Look at the eyes that show that you're not okay. As soon as he saw the opportunity, he dragged Mark out into a private area. Look left, look right, make sure there are only two people.

“Wow!” He let out a long sigh like a person carrying the whole world. Jackson sat down on the bed. No one can enter this secret room. Without permission from him or Mark (Jackson had locked the door since he dragged Mark into the room together.)

"What's wrong?" He didn't sound concerned. Mark asked in a slow voice. “Tired?”

“Probably,” Jackson let his shoulders slump. “This is Mark.”

Mark stopped picking his nails. Okay, he could feel that Jackson was not in playful mode. “Hmm.”

“Put my head”

"what"

“Please rub my head.” Jackson looked at Mark standing opposite him. Using a very serious tone and expression, he forced Mark to raise his right hand awkwardly.

"You mean...like stroking Nora's head?"

“Rub it, rub it on my head,” pointing a finger at his own head as if giving an order, “Hurry up.

just do it!”

It was a bit difficult to understand. No, Mark couldn't understand why Jackson wanted him to do that. Placing his hand on Jackson's head was awkward. It would have been better if Jackson had explained a little more. Which Jackson doesn't do.

“Is this right?” Mark gently stroked the soft, dark brown hair (although not as soft as Nora's hair). “Are you thinking about your mother?”

“No.” Jackson closed his eyes.

Not similar, not similar The more Mark continued to rub his head, the more unlikeable it became. Mark's palm is also big. Mark's touch was soft and even dreamy. (And dare I say it, Jackson felt.) He opened his eyes, holding Mark's wrists down from his head.

"It's not like that," he said, jumping up from the bed. “Let's go outside, Mark.”

Jackson went straight to open the door of the room. He shook his shoulder at Mark's questioning gaze, but sorry, he wasn't sure of the reason. Luckily, Mark isn't a big deal. Mark knew that Jackson's type was ready to listen as soon as he was ready. Mark followed him. Raising a hand, he rubbed his head until it was messy and out of shape.

“Yah, this is beyond my request. You've lost all your style." She turned to yell at Mark. Even so, he didn't remove Mark's hand from his head (a privilege, the only person allowed to make trouble with him).

“It's loud, Jackson.”

Jaebum's appearance stopped everything. Even the deafening sound of his own voice Mark's outstretched palm tensed. Jackson briefly gave the answer to all of his symptoms, saying that it was fear of Jaebum as Im Jaebum being the leader was the primary factor. The sharp gaze that stares is the dependent variable. And Jaebum's outstretched hand is the control variable.

“What are you playing at? My hair is messy. It's so funny." Jaebum laughed.

What Jackson hopes for is the results of the experiment.

Everything is wrong. The moment Jaebum placed his hand on his head His head that Mark had just taken his hand away from a few seconds ago, still coming to stroke his hair, still coming to style it. What keeps you from fighting here? Will Jaebum know he's going crazy?

"Don't touch me!" Jackson raised his voice. He swatted Jaebum's hand away with all his might. "It's a matter of style. Oh, Mark, I realized we weren't finished talking."

When finished, close the door to your face. I was also worried that the door would hit Jaebum's nose. But first, Jackson turned himself back towards Mark. His eyes were starry-eyed, completely different from the ones he had just seen. He tried not to sigh a second time in front of Mark.

“Mark, once again, pat my head.”

But this time, Mark simply raised his hand and rubbed his head. Jackson glanced at Mark, who seemed to be enjoying messing with his hair even more than stroking his head as he commanded.

“Not like that, right?” Mark was smiling. It was a smile that made Jackson feel like Mark knew him too well.

“Um,” Jackson shook his head slightly. “It's not like...”

“It's not like that. Well, I'm not Jaebum."

There's no need to tell me. Mark knew it all without him having to say anything. Jackson sighed helplessly. And as the result of an experiment that Im Jaebum determined and controlled completely

Jackson Wang was destroyed.

Fin

TALK :

It was late when I returned home. I've met many, many happy times. Every pair is happy. Haha. Very short kick. Didn't review anything. Confused. Confused. I understand. I understand. Ha ha ha. The shot of JB rubbing Jackson's head is hilarious. So much milk! Sleep well, darlings.