[got7] 1/2 + 1/2
Title: 1/2 + 1/2
Fandom: Got7
Pairing: Markson (one-sided for both drabbles)
Rating: T
Genre: -
Word Count: 584w
Summary: Two unconnected cases of one-sided attraction, two drabbles, one pairing.
1/2 - Mark
He sees the world in rose-tinted glasses, and doesn’t notice when the thorns attack him. They say he can do better than Jackson, should have picked another boyfriend back in high school when there were plenty to choose from, but he couldn’t help but decide to stay by his best friend’s side, the one who drew out Mark from the quiet kid in the class, the one who went against the flow of things, the one who would never love Mark the same way that he did Jackson.
Mark smiles sleepily from his place at the kitchen table where he has been perched for the whole night, waiting for his roommate to return. His books lie open but untouched on the table before him. He’s only a quarter of the way done with his work. The lock has just clicked, which means Jackson is home. The acrid scent of beer assaults his senses, but the rose-tinted glasses see through the haze and zoom in on Jackson, who’s stumbling through the door and muttering incoherently under his breath.
“Welcome home.” Mark greets, closing his books and standing to help Jackson to their room. He doesn’t try for a kiss, not anymore. Their last one was two years ago, and only because an old ex of Jackson’s had visited for a while and he’d been feeling up for some vindictive revenge.
Jackson doesn’t reply. He never really does, anyway.
1/2 - Jackson
Jackson has always been a rather proud man. He was proud when he successfully befriended Mark all those years ago, was proud when Mark had sassed someone other than himself for the first time ever, was proud when Mark had gotten into the first university of his choice and had flung his arms around him. Then, Jackson had been confused; because his heart was beating way too fast, and Mark was suddenly way too close, but whilst it was an uncomfortable sort of proximity where he felt like the world was staring at every single one of his movements, it still felt so right.
But then, Mark had pulled away and Jackson had returned his bright smile with a cheeky one of his own, and cheerfully proclaimed that Mark could have fun with his ridiculously long course, he’d have graduated long before his friend.
It had been okay, in the beginning. Going to different institutions for the first time since they met in elementary school did throw Jackson off the loop a little bit, but he always was quite good at making friends before the other party realised what was happening, so it was with little difficulty that he was able to surround himself with a new group of people.
They used to meet up as many times as possible, back when they could afford to use their holidays for socialising. They’d discuss the differences, then move to mutual interests, nice and comfortable topics.
Now, things have changed.
Jackson likes every Instagram picture, sends the occasional LINE message of ‘how r u’, just because his heart still skips a beat and all thoughts fly from his mind when he realises he has received a reply. For the sake of maintaining a friendship, Jackson struggles through conversations that grow more and more distant, and the last time they had met up, Mark had been excitedly discussing all the great friends he has made; none of which Jackson knows.
They’re distant, now. Jackson’s heart is straining against his chest, aching to soar up into the sky and never return.
a/n:
- This was more of a writing experiment for me than anything else. Trying to rid myself of prose abuse
- First posted Got7 fic! (Why's it so terrible-)
- Dished up in about 20 minutes?
Fandom: Got7
Pairing: Markson (one-sided for both drabbles)
Rating: T
Genre: -
Word Count: 584w
Summary: Two unconnected cases of one-sided attraction, two drabbles, one pairing.
1/2 - Mark
He sees the world in rose-tinted glasses, and doesn’t notice when the thorns attack him. They say he can do better than Jackson, should have picked another boyfriend back in high school when there were plenty to choose from, but he couldn’t help but decide to stay by his best friend’s side, the one who drew out Mark from the quiet kid in the class, the one who went against the flow of things, the one who would never love Mark the same way that he did Jackson.
Mark smiles sleepily from his place at the kitchen table where he has been perched for the whole night, waiting for his roommate to return. His books lie open but untouched on the table before him. He’s only a quarter of the way done with his work. The lock has just clicked, which means Jackson is home. The acrid scent of beer assaults his senses, but the rose-tinted glasses see through the haze and zoom in on Jackson, who’s stumbling through the door and muttering incoherently under his breath.
“Welcome home.” Mark greets, closing his books and standing to help Jackson to their room. He doesn’t try for a kiss, not anymore. Their last one was two years ago, and only because an old ex of Jackson’s had visited for a while and he’d been feeling up for some vindictive revenge.
Jackson doesn’t reply. He never really does, anyway.
1/2 - Jackson
Jackson has always been a rather proud man. He was proud when he successfully befriended Mark all those years ago, was proud when Mark had sassed someone other than himself for the first time ever, was proud when Mark had gotten into the first university of his choice and had flung his arms around him. Then, Jackson had been confused; because his heart was beating way too fast, and Mark was suddenly way too close, but whilst it was an uncomfortable sort of proximity where he felt like the world was staring at every single one of his movements, it still felt so right.
But then, Mark had pulled away and Jackson had returned his bright smile with a cheeky one of his own, and cheerfully proclaimed that Mark could have fun with his ridiculously long course, he’d have graduated long before his friend.
It had been okay, in the beginning. Going to different institutions for the first time since they met in elementary school did throw Jackson off the loop a little bit, but he always was quite good at making friends before the other party realised what was happening, so it was with little difficulty that he was able to surround himself with a new group of people.
They used to meet up as many times as possible, back when they could afford to use their holidays for socialising. They’d discuss the differences, then move to mutual interests, nice and comfortable topics.
Now, things have changed.
Jackson likes every Instagram picture, sends the occasional LINE message of ‘how r u’, just because his heart still skips a beat and all thoughts fly from his mind when he realises he has received a reply. For the sake of maintaining a friendship, Jackson struggles through conversations that grow more and more distant, and the last time they had met up, Mark had been excitedly discussing all the great friends he has made; none of which Jackson knows.
They’re distant, now. Jackson’s heart is straining against his chest, aching to soar up into the sky and never return.
a/n:
- This was more of a writing experiment for me than anything else. Trying to rid myself of prose abuse
- First posted Got7 fic! (Why's it so terrible-)
- Dished up in about 20 minutes?