「 one-shots ∶ got7 」

「 just one more slice ∶ markson 」

Fandom: GOT7
Ship: Markson (Mark Tuan & Jackson Wang)
Type: One-shot
Word count: a little over 5000
Disclaimer: No smut. No angst. Mainly fluff. I do not own GOT7 and/or Mark Tuan and Jackson Wang.

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Summary:
Mark is a boring yet hard-working student aiming for a decent life. He orders the same pizza two times a day for over a month so naturally, that sparks his delivery guy's interest and he finally musters up the courage to speak to him. But things change after he intrudes the elder's home and leaves a strange note.

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A loud knock echoed throughout the lonely apartment. Mark was sitting on the couch and only tilted his head to the side. The pen in his hand kept clicking under the pressure of his fingers as he bit his lip. His free hand went through his hair brushing through the red pinkish locks. He didn't know how to solve that one.

Another knock.

With a sigh, the boy got up and headed down the corridor. It wasn't long when the door flung open catching the person on the outside off guard. His fist was in the air ready for a third knock, his expression that was now pure fear, had probably been anger just seconds ago. Short blonde hair was slightly visible under the snapback he was wearing. He had brownish eyes and was a little shorter.

"You surprised me," The guy pushed a box in Mark's hands, "I thought you might've died. I mean who wouldn't come as fast as they can to get their..."

He fuddled with the notebook attached to his bag but soon enough flipped to the needed page. His smile was visible now.

"Margarita. Margarita?" He questioned his client, "Are you a vegan or something? That has no taste at all. It's just cheese and tomato sauce on a piece of bread. Strong men like us need to eat more proteins like-"

"I have a lot of work," Mark's voice was barely a whisper but enough to stop the blabbering of the stranger, "Jackson."

"Ah, yes, excuse me," The guy's expression suddenly changed to a darker one, "I will go now."

"W-Wait." The pinkette cursed himself for stuttering like that.

That's what you get when you don't talk with other people. His subconsciousness reminded him.

"I ordered a coke too."

Jackson turned around narrowing his eyes before searching for it in his bag.

"Ah, I forgot to write that," He said mostly to himself but Mark heard anyway, "It's fine. Here it is."

"But didn't you just say-"

"It's okay," The boy smiled carelessly, "I'll just go back to the office once more and then continue with the rest of the orders- Sorry to bother, hyung. Have a nice day."

And with a quick sprint down the stairs, Jackson was out.

"Hyung?" Mark repeated smiling a little unknowingly.