#and a compilation of mark leaning his head on jb's shoulder lmao

[ishikawayukis]

WHAT IF i eventually make a fave markbeom moments gifset

[taymini7]

Jealous (T)

Pairing: Markson (Mark x Jackson)

Genre:  BL Fluff 

Originally By: taymini7

A/N: *Welp this is my first time putting my own fanfic on tumblr. This one is from a lonnng time ago, I just wanted to get something out there cuz, ya know, gotta start somewhere. Pls don’t judge too harshly lmao :)*

The gif is not mine btw in case it wasn’t too obvious

“Wow, my hyungs almost look like a real couple!” Bambam cheered. Jackson's stomach tightened for the 7th time that day.

It was the middle of a hot summer night and the group, struck with incredible boredom, decided to do the first thing on Bambam's mind: watch their own ship videos. So far it had been simple 2Jae and Yugbam, then the guys had found an intense interest in Markson, teasing and poking fun at their “fan-service” for a good half an hour. Jackson didn't think his heart could handle this.

The members were sprawled out along the length of the L shaped couch, Jaebum hogging the remote as usual. Yugyeom had already fallen asleep in Bambam’s arms, a long leg thrown over his hyung’s small body. Youngjae went to use the bathroom and Jinyoung and Mark reclined with their feet up, enjoying a bag of chips from the array of snack foods on the table. 

Popcorn and pretzel sticks flew across the room and shouts along with bursts of laughter could probably be heard from a mile away. Needless to say, the house was as lively as always. 

Usually being the loudest member, Jackson, however, was perched on the long end of the couch silently, stealing glances at Mark when he could. This wasn’t like him, but he couldn’t help it. The GOT7 ships were a touchy topic for Jackson. Sure, he treated every member like a brother, but when it came to Mark...well, that was a different story.

He’d tried for months to balance the company fanservice with his real feelings and ended up overcompensating, making it seem like their skinship was no big deal, when in fact, every intimate moment he shared with Mark was real. JB paused the video and went to search for the next, stating, “Markjin, you're up next.”

“Oh, great. I think we'll be even cuter, hyung” Junior playfully shoved Mark’s shoulder and intertwined their fingers.

That was the last straw for Jackson.

He stood, a painful and angry feeling washing over him. Suddenly, he could imagine his fist connecting with Jinyoung’s beautiful face. What was this feeling? How could he be jealous when there was nothing going on between the two of them?

“Are you ok, hyung?” Bambam flipped his head over the couch (to not wake the sleeping maknae) and looked at Jackson.

Seeing this once again, Jackson marched past the TV and into the kitchen. Of course, this caught the attention of the other members. They all stared at him, concerned, Jinyoung and Mark still holding hands.

“Crap,” Jackson heard Mark sigh before he closed the door. He released Jinyoung’s hand and followed Jackson into the kitchen.

Jackson ran cold water over his hands and dried them with with a towel. He heard the door open behind him. His heart nearly leaped out his chest when he turned and found himself face to face with Mark.

“What's wrong, Kayee?” Mark asked.

Rarely did Jackson hear his real name, but when Mark used it he knew the matter was serious.

“Nothing, just…” he started, but hesitated. Did Mark really need to know?

“Just what?” Mark pressed on.

“Um… well y-you and Jinyoung… I-I don't-” mumbled Jackson. Mark had heard enough, though.

It being quiet in the other room, he took a step closer to the younger member and locked eyes with him. A nervous blush creeped onto Jackson's face and he looked down at the floor, hyper-aware of Mark’s presence, his body heating consequently.

He probably could have kept his composure if Mark hadn't found this a perfect time to reach over and lay a hand on Jackson's head gently.

Jackson's face was comparable to a fire truck. He pouted. At this point, Mark was smirking with his eyebrows raised incredulously. He knew exactly what was going on. 

“You're…” Mark began in Cantonese. Don't even get Jackson started on how Mark's languages drove him crazy. “Jealous?”

Jackson pushed the hand off his head roughly. “Yah! So what if I am?” he replied in informal Korean.

“Yah!! You dare speak down to your hyung?! This kid~”

He raised his hand and Jackson flinched. Feeling somewhat guilty for the emotional torture, Dimsum did the very thing he wasn't expecting.

The warmth of Mark’s body enveloped his dongsaeng. Jackson’s body went stiff in surprise before melting into his warmth.

“I don’t wanna have feelings, hyung. I’m too handsome for this crap.” “I knew what I felt was real.”

Jackson pulled back, but Mark’s hands remained at his shoulders. “Real?? Pfft, I don’t know what you mean, bro” Jackson looked away, playing it off simply, but the nervous butterflies raging in his stomach whispered the truth in his heart, that he knew exactly what Mark meant and every embrace, every soft spoken word and every rumor of their love must be true.

Mark gently reached toward Jackson, pushing the light brown hair from his eyes.

As if instinctual, Jackson’s hands drifted to Mark’s waist, feeling the soft skin and hard muscle combine under his thin T-shirt. Blonde hair covering his forehead, Mark chuckled softly and his beautiful caramel brown eyes sparkled with amusement.

“Denial isn’t just a river in Egypt, Kayee,” a grin began to form over his mouth as he leaned even closer to Jackson’s. The buildup to this first real kiss with Mark was almost as intense as he believed the real thing would be. He could almost feel the softness of Mark’s lips on his. That was, until the near silence in the room was pierced by the sound of the living room TV being unpaused. The sheer volume of the EDM signaling the beginning of a compilation made the two of them jump back in surprise, the older rubbed the back of his neck bashfully, eyes trailed on Jackson. At the sight, Jackson had a new found confidence, needing to even cover the imminent laugh with one hand.

“We should...probably go back out there…”

“Well, now that they’re distracted, hyung, why don’t we just take this into the other room…?”