Jackson barges into Taylor’s room late in the night, startling Taylor who had lain on his bed ready to sleep. 

“What the hell???” Taylor’s head snaps from underneath his blanket and groans when he finds Jackson with his signature disdain standing in the middle of his room, arrogantly with both of his hands on his hips as if he’s the one who owns the space.  “Who gives you permission to enter my room?” Taylor barks after sitting straightly on the edge of his bead, ready to jump and strangle the man before him if his patience has run thin.

Leisurely takes a seat on the chair in front of Taylor’s fancy dressing mirror, Jackson stares lazily at his reflection who stares back reluctantly as if they’re sick of his own self, maintain his suave composure is Jackson’s forte, even under Taylor’s glare dagger, he still unwavering.  “Your mom gladly did”

Taylor rolls his eyes, clacking his tongue “What do you want? What bullshit are you going to say that can’t even wait until tomorrow?”

Jackson laughs bitterly, poking his inner mouth with his tongue “My bullshit? I’m going to clean your mess tho”

Taylor cocks his head with knitted brows, “My mess? What the hell are you talking about?”. The longer Jackson prolongs the conversation, the stronger urge to drag him outta his room. He’s tired and it’s already past his time to sleep, he really has no energy left to feed Jackosn’s ego and listen to his bullcrap.

Jackson gets up, walking to him as he throws the photos all over the blanket. Taylor’s eyes widened in pure terror. His breath hitches. Effortfully gulp the lump on his throat that suddenly feels so dry “Where do you find this?”

Those photos captured the intimate moment between him and his secret boyfriend - Oliver. Taylor not even brave enough to save one in his phone, yet he found it captured by someone else. He can feel his world crumble beneath his feet.

Jackson standing comfortably beside him, tucks his hand in his trouser’s pockets and examines the pictures together with his dumbfounded fiancee “That’s the problem. It wasn’t me who took it. I still figure it out”

Taylor takes the photo with trembling hands, his heart thumping under his ribcage like the drum of war along with his forehead that drenches with cold sweat, putting the whirring air conditioner in shame. “Jack- Jackson, please! People can’t see this! you have to do something, I have an important interview with the magazines soon. This can ruin everything” he pleads with tears in the corner of his eyes. He grabs Jackson’s hand with the pitiful urgency that Jackson rarely sees in Taylor’s usual cold demeanour.

With the sudden superiority as he gains the upper hand in this scenario, Jackson scoffs “Now you are begging to me!” he spites while yanks his hand from Taylor’s grips, “that face, that gaze, that tears, you always pull that out whenever you asked me to fix something you messed up or asked me to push you to the peak and in any other normal day you will back pretending to hate me and my power. Acting like a hypocrite who hates money while you can't even live without it!” Jackson walks back to his chair where he sat. ignoring Taylor who looked at him helplessly.

Taylor's mind feels numb as tears keep streaming down and drench his cheeks, weakly crawling to the other edge of the bed and properly face Jackson, “No! you don’t understand! I like him! I love him!... but it’s not the right time. Fuck, if it’s not because of the interviews I won’t ask your help, please help me…just this time” Throwing his pride out of the window and swallowing back his bitter ego, Taylor will do anything to make Jackson pulls him out of this mess. He never begs to anyone in his life, let alone people he hates the most. Jackson freaking Lewis. But if the man before him asked him to bark, then Taylor would definitely bark.

Jackson, of course, finds the odd situation amusing. This kind of occurrence when Taylor cries for his help only appears once in a blue moon, then he might as well enjoy the moment while it lasts. He leans back to the dressing table behind him, tapping his blunt nail on the wooden surface “love love love” he mutters to himself as staring up at the chandelier above them. Reciting the magical word while pulling his condescending smile like ‘Love’ word is the funniest thing he ever heard “ What does Taylor Kim know about love?” he leans closer to his fiancee who stares at him with rage. He interwines his finger and rests it on his lap elegantly, “hm? Just because you like to kiss someone, or just because you like to talk to him, laugh with him or close to him, can you assume it's love? How cliché~” he smirks, enjoying Taylor battling with his own fury and pride.

“People like you will never understand!” Taylor hisses, his bloodshot eyes are blown wide trying to intimidate the other yet the vulnerability is still too obvious, emitted from his glassy eyes, his small gesture also doesn’t go unnoticed by Jackson; such as prickling his wrist with his nails to cover his nervousness, and sagged shoulder to make himself look so small.

Jackson can read him as clear as seeing through under the placid cold lake

Jackson laughs bitterly, leans to the table behind him makes himself comfortable “people like me? You said it like we are different yet in fact, we are completely similar. Don’t you realise? We are both greedy, we will do anything to get what we want, and we both can’t accept 'no' as an answer. We were both raised in the same environment, even our parents have similar personalities; their thirst for power and social status. Do you know what makes us different?” Jackson smiles. He points his index finger on his own chest while tilting his head “I admit my greed but you- “now he directs his finger to Taylor “too prideful and too hypocritical to admit! and that’s exactly why you hate me. Because I make you realise how similar we are” he chuckles, satisfied with his own words which seems success makes Taylor lose his cool. So he continues “Aw..our adult Taylor now talks about love, hm? You want to hear about the secret between us, sweetheart?”