Chapter 1
“Mark! Sit next to me,” Jackson yelled over the rest of the members as they boarded the plane.
Mark laughed, “Okay okay.”
Kunpimook (BamBam), Jaebum (JB), Jinyoung, Youngjae, and Yugyeom all took their seats in the cramped plane. The only two seats left were the ones to the back of the middle class far from the rest of the members. Jackson and Mark had no choice but to sit in them. Jackson and Mark placed their bags in the carrier above and sat down. Before the plane took off, Mark got up to go talk to Kunpimook and left Jackson by himself.
When the attendant came around telling everyone the plane would soon leave, Mark rushed back to his seat by Jackson. He bucked his belt and looked to Jackson. “Zhè jià fēijī hěn kuài jiù yào qǐfēile,” Mark said.
“Shì. Xiànzài wǒmen jiāng yǒu 15 gè xiǎoshí de shíjiān lái chǔlǐ,” Jackson replied with a smirk.
“Shi.”
“Can I get you two anything,” the flight attendant asked interrupting.
“Uh. Can we get something to drink maybe,” Jackson stated?
“Yeah. Pepsi please,” Mark added.
“Sure thing,” she said handing them each a can of Pepsi, “You two enjoy the flight.”
“This is going to be a long flight, I already know that for sure…” Mark said softly before opening his can and took a sip of his Pepsi, a loud burp erupting right after.
“Yuánliàng nǐ...” Jackson stated with a snort making Mark roll his eyes slightly, “Suí nǐ...” Looking out the window, watching the plane slowly descend into the air, beginning to float above the clouds. He wasn’t going to lie that airplane rides always made him feel uneasy at some times.
“Ugh…” Mark let out, now knowing and it seemed to catch Jackson’s attention.
“Are you okay, Mark,” Jackson questioned Mark and he turned his head to him, seeing him pulling out his laptop and putting it on the desk and when he looked up from his laptop, he locked eyes with Mark’s.
“What?” Mark tilted his head, blinking a few times and Jackson pouted a bit.
“Nǐ sìhū duì mǒu xiē shìqíng gǎndào bù’ān, suǒyǐ wǒ xiǎng zhīdào yǒu méiyǒu shìqíng fāshēng?” Jackson shrugged and put his Pepsi can down in the cup holder.
“I’m… Fine.” Mark spoke and averted his eyes, “zhǐshì yǒudiǎn bù’ān dì fēixíng de yīqiè.” He mumbled, a bit shy to admit it and Jackson only gave a tiny laugh.
“Bù‘ān? Mǎkè... Lái ba... Nǐmen yǒu quán duì zhè cì fēixíng gǎndào bù’ān. Fēijī shàng fāshēng de yīqiè shìqíng, wǒ quèxìn fēijī shàng de měi gèrén dōu hěn hàipà xiànzài zài zhèlǐ,” Jackson reassured and that seemed to make Mark come down.
“Thank you,” he gave a tiny smile to Jackson, and he smiled right back then went typing away on his laptop.
“It’s nothing really,” Jackson replied with a shrug, fixing his hair then put his hat back on after doing so “just don’t think about it too much,” He spoke then Mark nodded, sipping the rest of his Pepsi then got up, passing in front of Jackson to get out the aisle and put his can in the trash can. Jackson couldn’t help but glance at Mark’s butt in those tight leather pants and he bit his lip slightly. Mark had soon gone back to his seat then leaned his head back and put his headphones in his ears. Jackson grabbed his thigh for a second to reassure him that everything was okay. Then retreated to his own music until he fell asleep.
A few hours later Jackson woke up to the shake of turbulence. He was going to get up and walk around for a bit until he realized that Mark was latched to his right arm and his head was lead on him. All Jackson could do was smile at how innocent Mark looked. It was moments like these that Jackson realized he was in love with his best friend. But he could never admit to telling Mark. He didn’t have the words to explain it. At this moment he didn’t want to disturb Mark in any way. So he sighed and lifted the armrest between him and Mark carefully so that Mark was more comfortable. Reflectively Mark moved in closer to Jackson and was now holding his waist and his head laid across Jackson’s chest. Jackson was shocked at first, but then got comfortable and played in Mark’s hair till he once again fell asleep.
After the next hours that seemed like decades, the plane finally landed to their destined location, and Mark had woke up to his head being rested on Jackson’s chest and he quickly moved his head, waking up the other.
“Oh, we finally landed?” Jackson questioned, seeing the other members of GOT7 get up and grabbed all their things.
“I guess that answers our question,” Mark stated as he picked up his things and packed them up, getting his and Jackson’s bag from the compartment above, Jackson thanking him and the two headed off the plane with the others, and walked into the airport were greeted by a ton of fans screaming and they all went get their other bags from the conveyor belt, and walked, trying to avoid getting piled on by fans, and Mark linked arms with Jackson, the others doing the same so they won’t get separated; heading to the van that would be waiting for them in the parking lot.
“Yǒu zhème duō fěnsī děngdài…” Jackson mumbled for only Mark to hear and he nodded.
“Wǒ tóngyì nǐ de kànfǎ.”
Once getting into the van everyone let out a trouble groan; not being warned that there would be fans there for when they got back but were happy to be able to get home now.
Jackson had glanced a few times at Mark to see what he was up to, but that of course caught the attention of the elder, making him look up at the other. “Like what you see?” Mark joked, nudging Jackson slightly, making him laugh a little.
“I would be lying if I said no~” Jackson cooed, and Jaebum had looked at the two. “Stop flirting. I hope you know that we’re going to the studio to practice our dances for our new songs.” The leader spoke out and everyone groaned once again.
“So much for getting time to relax…” Yugyeom complained with a tiny pout, the maknae of the group obviously kind of upset he can’t relax for a little, but they had to get this album out on time to please their fans and see what they think.
“It’s going to be alright… We have the day off tomorrow; we can do something then.” Jinyoung spoke out, putting his hand on Jaebum’s to reassure him.
The two were basically the mother and father of the group, having to take care of 5 kids; even though Mark was the oldest of them all.
“Well, as long as we have a day off, I’m sure it’s fine. That’s all that matters, right?” Youngjae spoke as he clung onto Kunpimook and Yugyeom with a smile; everyone actually agreeing with him.
