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jinxhallows · 1 year

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ɪᴄɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴋᴇ | ᴊᴀᴄᴋsᴏɴ ᴡᴀɴɢ x ғᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

☾ -- ɪᴄɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴋᴇ

ᴊᴀᴄᴋsᴏɴ ᴡᴀɴɢ x ғᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: ᴇxᴘʟɪᴄɪᴛ, 𝟷𝟾+, ᴀʟᴄᴏʜᴏʟ ᴜsᴇ, ғᴏᴏᴅᴘʟᴀʏ, ᴇsᴛᴀʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ

ᴡᴄ: 𝟸.𝟹ᴋ

So I wrote this originally in a discord brainrot with @gdragonsideburns (who ALSO WRITES INCREDIBLE SHIT) because although I am a smooth 30, I'm currently driving this song into an early grave and it made me think of Jackson Wang in the jungle? Do Jackson Wang fics even exist on here? Well, here's one.

"Dearest old man, on this most joyous occasion of your birthday, I bring forth a small token of my affection."

You call out teasingly in an over the top accent, and carefully place the delicate porcelain plate onto the table, adorned with a magnificent gourmet cupcake, a tropical wonder, complete with a sparkler glowing brightly at its center. The chocolate syrup on top of the plate spells out a heartfelt message from the resort staff,

"Happy 29th Birthday, Jackson Wang from China."

His face lights up with an infectious grin as he reads the message out loud.

"Ah, that's definitely me," he exclaims, reaching out to blow the sparkler out like a candle. But to his surprise, it doesn't extinguish. He shakes it slightly and turns to you.

"It burns for twenty-nine seconds, because that's how old you are," you quip with a mischievous glint in your eye.

He looks at you in wonderment, his brows furrowing in confusion. "How do they get it to last exactly twenty-nine seconds?" he asks, genuinely curious.

You chuckle, knowing he's fallen for your playful trick. "They don't," you say, picking up the remaining sparkler and pushing the plate towards him. "You just believe anything I tell you."

He rolls his eyes, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "Now that's a lie. I don't believe 99.9% of what comes out of that pretty mouth of yours." With a cheeky grin, he dips his finger into the icing and taps your nose, before bringing it to his lips to savor the delicious taste.

“Thanks for thinking of me, baby.” he murmurs in a gentle tone, his eyes fixated on the delectable dessert before him.

The soothing sound of the rain pouring down through the dense Amazonian trees provides a tranquil ambiance. The floor-to-ceiling windows showcase the lush rainforest, with mist creeping up from the warm forest floor. You observe him as he peels off the cupcake paper, sinking his teeth into its side. The coconut shavings crumble onto his exposed tattooed torso. He brushes the crumbs off his skin, just below his navel, where his gray sweatpants meet his briefs, emitting a soft rustling sound. Tilting his head to the side, he takes another bite, letting out a satisfied "mm" at the delectable taste.

He glances over at you, oblivious to how enraptured you had become with his reaction. "Wanna try?" he offers, extending the cupcake towards you. However, you wave your hand, declining the tropical delight.

"I hate coconut flavored stuff," you make a face in distaste.

"Really? Since when? Why didn't I know that?" he queries, taking another bite and shaking his head to brush away the strands of chestnut brown hair from his face.

“Because thankfully, you’ve never fucked up royally enough to get me coconut flavored anything; and I love you all the more for it.” As you rise from your seat, you feel the cool, marble floor beneath the balls of your feet, and make your way over to the Bluetooth speaker. The room is sparsely furnished, and the sound of mellow Afrobeat mixed with R&B piano and the soothing notes of steel pans fills the air.

Suddenly, you feel something cold and flat pressed against your lower back, just above the curve of your hips. You look up at his reflection in the mirror, both of your gazes locking before your eyes fall to the bottle of patron silver he was conveniently using you as a table for; oh but Jackson’s a gentleman, he’s got himself pressed up against your ass, and your ample thighs; he’s keeping you nice and steady while he expertly pours a shot, which he sets down with a satisfying "clink" on the nearby table.

Jackson's second attempt at pouring is a bit messier, causing droplets of the cool liquid to splash against your warm skin, and you slightly jump at the feeling. It was the way the bottom half of your cheeks jiggled from underneath your shorts, however, that earned you a firm grasp and smack as he throws his shot back, relishing in the sight of your body responding to his touch. With a mischievous grin, he leans down to lap up the stray droplets from your lower back as you blissfully sigh from how good he was pressing all your buttons.

“Take your shot, I wanna test somethin’.”

He takes a step back, and you slowly stand up, tossing back the tequila before turning around to face him.

“Hear me out, try chasing with it.” He walks over to the table, and you admire the flexion in his back muscles as he moves. He picks up the cupcake, undeniably sexy as he licks it off his finger. He can tell he’s got you right where he wants you, your eyes never leave him.

“Chasing tequila, with a coconut cupcake? You’re gonna have to show me, ‘cause it’s not sounding too appealing yet.”

“I’m glad you asked, lie down for me sweetheart, let me show you exactly what I mean.”

As you crawl onto the plush mattress, Jackson follows suit, climbing on top of you. The sight of him, flushed from the drinks he had earlier, is enough to make your heart skip a beat. He chuckles at your confusion, but how could you not be confused? He's holding a half-eaten cupcake in one hand and a bottle of tequila in the other, straddling your body. But despite the mischievous glint in his eye, you can't help but find him utterly irresistible. In this remote, remarkable place, far away from the rest of the world, he has you all to himself, and he's clearly up to no good.

"Hold this for me," he says, handing over the cupcake. As you take it, he takes a thick swipe of icing from the dessert. He pushes the bottom of your tank top up just enough for the bottom of your breasts to peek out from under the black, scrunched fabric.

"Jackson, what are you--" you start to ask, but he interrupts you as he paints a straight line of icing down the midline of your stomach, stopping right at your navel. His eyes hold your gaze captive as he slips his finger with the remaining icing between your lips.

As you obediently suck on his finger, feeling the curve of his knuckle and the lines dividing his long digit into printed pads, he lets out a satisfied laugh and proudly declares,

"I thought you hated coconut flavored shit?"

You take his finger further into your mouth, coaxing it in with your tongue. Despite your initial reservations, you can't deny the pleasure you feel from this. He pulls his hand away from your oral fixation with a scoff and a smirk. Taking a swig of tequila, he looks down at you like you're his next biggest conquest.

Aries men have a thing for that – a conquest.

He dips his tongue into your navel, licking the sweet trail all the way up to where your shirt is bunched up. You gasp, propping yourself up on your elbows and looking down at him knowingly. "You know exactly what you're doing," you say.

"I'm teaching you how to broaden your palate," he responds smoothly, wasting no time in taking the cupcake back from you and exchanging it with the bottle of tequila instead.

The cool air circling in the room feels extra sensitive on the wet skin of your stomach, and it turns your nipples into erect, sensitive nubs, poking proudly through the thin fabric of your tank. You push yourself up a little more, so you can sit up straight.

You look up at him as he holds the cupcake out for you to take a sample from. You swipe your finger in the thick, buttercream icing, and your eyes dance down his chiseled torso, deciding where you were going to take this experiment.

Your body is trembling with anticipation as you slide your fingers over the waistband of his briefs, feeling the heat radiating from his body. You lean in closer, the scent of his cologne mixed with the faint aroma of tequila and cupcakes filling your senses. Your tongue traces the trail of soft, delicate hairs leading down from his belly button, savoring the sweet taste of his skin.

You slowly trace a thick line just above his navel, reveling in the way his muscles twitch under your touch. You can feel the heat radiating from his body, his skin flushed and warm from the tequila. You trail the icing down his smooth, taut stomach, disappearing into the waistband of his briefs.

You can't resist the urge to pull them down just a little, just enough to expose the tempting V-line leading down from his abs. With a steady hand, you spread the remaining icing right where you want it. Jackson watches you with dark, intense eyes, his breaths coming in ragged.

Jackson’s eyes flicker with surprise and desire as he helps you by tugging at the sides of his pants, pulling them down even further. The sight of his hardness tenting the front of his sweatpants, the print pushing through the slate grey of his briefs, is almost too much for you to handle. He's always had an aura of mystery and excitement about him, and the way he's looking at you now only adds to his allure.

He sets the cupcake aside and lifts your face up to meet his gaze, you can feel your cheeks heat up under his intense stare. His hand under your chin is firm, holding you steady, but his touch is gentle. You can see the lust in his eyes, but there's also a hint of tenderness there.

"Give me the tequila, baby," he says, his voice low and husky. You hand him the bottle, your fingers brushing against his as you do. His tongue darts out to swipe over his lower lip, and you feel weak in the knees.

With a little squeeze of your chin, he prompts you to open your mouth, and you do so eagerly. You can feel the warmth of his body as he moves in closer, his hips tilted towards you. He's always found you uniquely stunning, in a way that appealed to him on a primal level, and right now, it's as though he can't resist the urge to explore every inch of you.

As you wait, your breath catching in your throat, Jackson's gaze flickers over your face and down to your lips, before he takes a long swig of the tequila first. He swishes it around in his mouth before swallowing, and he pours a stream of it into your open mouth, letting go and allowing you to cringe as you push it down your throat. You quickly stick your tongue out, desperate to get rid of the alcohol taste. You grab his pants, pulling him closer and licking the buttercream trail from his skin. You pull his briefs down, maybe a little too enthusiastically, to get to the rest, and his stiff cock springs out. The head is red, smeared with clear pre-cum that had oozed out while he was toying with you earlier.

As soon as you felt the cool liquor pass your lips, your mouth began to water. You take him in, savoring the feel of him filling your mouth. His substantial length stretches you, and you wrap your lips around him tightly, feeling every ridge and vein as you slide him deeper into your mouth. As your tongue flattens against the bottom of his cock, he hisses at the sensation, his brows knit together in pleasure. His eyes close, and he accidentally holds his breath, lost in the feeling of your mouth on him.

"Damn, babe," he groans, his voice thick with desire. You can feel him growing harder inside your mouth, and you can't resist sliding your hand down to his base, following the thick curve of your lips with every suck. "Keep doing that, God, it feels so good," he pleads, his hips thrusting gently towards your mouth.

He probably shouldn’t, but he takes another shot anyway. He really does want to set the bottle down, but he can’t peel himself from between your pretty lips just yet. The way your intensity climbs as the liquor kicks in, you take his balls gently in your hand, using all the saliva that had pooled as lubrication to massage them.

His moans of pleasure fill the room, each one more intense than the last. With his hand covering his face and his other tightly gripping the tequila bottle, it was clear that he was completely lost in the moment. The air was thick with a heady mix of profanity, grunts, and gasps, all signaling his overwhelming pleasure.

“H-Hold on, hold on—” Jackson somehow finds the inner strength to breathe, to stop you from taking him directly off the edge a lot sooner than he had originally planned. He drops his hand, revealing his handsome face again. He stares at you with a look of utter desire and adoration, his eyes glazed over with pleasure. Beads of sweat drip down his forehead, his hair mussed and sticking to his skin in all the right places. His lips are parted, panting softly as he struggles to regain control of his senses.

His body is a work of art, every muscle defined and chiseled to perfection. The veins in his arms and neck pulse with intensity, a testament to the overwhelming sensations coursing through him. He looks like a god, a vision of pure masculinity and strength.

You can see the raw passion in his eyes, the way they fixate on you with such intensity that it makes your heart skip a beat. It's a look that says he wants you more than anything in the world, and nothing else matters in this moment.

“I wanna fuck you,”

He breathes out, pointing to the oversized window across from the bed.

“In the rainforest.”

☾ -- fin

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kpopimaginings · 1 year

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Family Man - Jackson Wang

A/N: I got a request about Jackson getting married and having a family and it gave me an excuse to write this little scenario.

Jackson was, and had always been, an incredibly hard worker, this was something you knew when you agreed to date him. There were times you'd be left home alone while he worked, and when you had then got engaged you didn't expect this to change. However, as your relationship had grown more and more serious you were being invited to more work events with him. After you married, you were essentially a full-time wife. Jackson had urged you to quit your job in favour of travelling the word with him. What you hadn't expected was for him to announce he was taking a hiatus from music when you found out you were expecting your daughter, Ellie.

Very quickly his world came to revolve around the tiny human the two of you had made together. He couldn't stop himself writing music and did manage to come up with a whole new albums worth of material inspired by his girls, but he kept his work close to home. By the time he was ready to tour again, your baby was a walking, talking toddler and the two of you were going along with him.

You had your doubts at first, thinking that touring with his family was going to be difficult or distracting, but Jackson made it work. You would normally take Ellie exploring, letting her see the world and learn new things, until one day, Jackson approached you with a different plan.

So, that evening you found yourself side of stage with Ellie in your arms, a pair of large yellow headphones to block the sound. With a good luck kiss from each of you, Jackson took to the stage.

There was something strange about seeing him perform again. You hadn't watched him since finding out you were pregnant, so being there again, with your daughter in your arms felt really special. You had worried she would be bored or wouldn't react well, but she was thoroughly engrossed in watching her father perform.

At a break in the set list, Jackson grabbed his handheld mic and addressed the audience. "Now, you guys won't know this, but tonight is a really special show for me, as there is someone here I'd like to introduce you to."

He quickly ran to the side of the stage to where you were. "Can I take her?" he asked you.

"If she wants you to," you replied. You knew full well that Jackson's Instagram was full of the two of you, so it's not like she was a secret.

"You wanna come with Daddy, angel?" he asked, holding his arms out. She very happily leaned towards him and you passed her over.

"Everyone," he said back into his mic. "This is my very special guest tonight, Ellie Wang. Ellie, do you want to say hi?"

He held the mic in front of her and she leant in towards it. "Hi!" she said happily with a little wave.

You heard some cheers and coos from the audience.

"Good girl," Jackson said, placing a kiss on her cheek. "This is the first time Ellie has been to one of my shows, so I'm super excited to have her here. Are you having fun?" he added looking back to her.

"Yeah, I'm with Mummy," she told the mic in front of her, sounding delighted by the whole thing.

"Do you wanna go back to her?" he asked, but she shook her head before burying her face in his shoulder.

He chuckled and continued to talk to the crowd while bouncing her, asking if they followed him on Instagram and telling little stories behind some of his photos.

"Ok," he said eventually, "Daddy needs to sing again, so it's time to go back to Mummy. Can you say goodbye to all my friends here?"

This time there were no words from her, but she did continue to wave until they reached you again.

Jackson had the biggest grin on his face as he passed Ellie back you. "I love you, girls."

"We love you too, now get back out there," you told him, before urging your daughter to clap for him as he went back.

As if you weren't already proud enough of your husband, watching the way he so seamlessly slid from dad, to husband, to performer, you knew that this was going to work. He could be 'Jackson Wang from China' and your family man.

NAVIGATION | GOT7 MASTERLIST

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cas-skz · 1 year

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Light On

Pairing: Jackson Wang x (fem)Reader Genre: Fluff, Smut Summary: Jackson returns home after traveling. To his surprise, you're waiting for him Word Count: 1,830 Warnings/Tags: 18+, MDNI, Established Relationship, Alcohol, Unprotected sex

Prompted by/Inspo: The moment Jackson Wang made everyone want to wait at home for him Written by: @littleforeignaffairs

Coming home always felt more tiring than traveling itself. Jackson pressed the 6 digit code of the mechanical lock, the muted beeping the loudest sound in the night. The door clicks open and he trudges inside. The house is fairly dark, though he always leaves a light on for his return. A dim light shines from the hallway, brightening in the study.

Jackson sets his bag down on the bottom of the stairs, following the trail of light to his study. He slides one of the French doors open, squeaks echoing through the room. He leans against the door frame, arms crossing over his chest.

He sighs softly, looking around at the bare room. It’s really the only room of the house he uses. All of his work lays within these shelves. A pair of slim arms creeps around Jackson’s waist, hands clasping at his stomach. He smiles gently, feeling the warmth of your body and head press against his back.

“You didn’t tell me you were going to be here”

He whispers, turning in your hold. His arms wrap around you, resting his head on yours as he holds you close.

“It wouldn’t be a very good surprise then, would it?” You step back from his hold and take his hands in yours. “Come” You say, swinging his hands, walking backwards from the study.

Jackson obliges happily. He no longer drags his feet as you lug him around the house. His energy seems to have been restored by your presence and hold. He curls his fingers with yours, looking at your choice of outfit. It’s the middle of the night, so your clothing was minimal. An old GOT7 shirt, 2 sizes too big for you, and a pair of fuzzy slippers.

He always thought it was cheesy that you kept and wore his merch. But you secretly always thought he liked it. He smiles fondly, half chuckling. You glance over your shoulder at him

“Hm?”

He shakes his head gently. You smile back at him and drag him upstairs to the master en-suite. Flickering candles are placed in various corners of the room, lighting the room just enough. The beige claw foot tub filled with hot water and a soft lavender fragrant foam. Jackson looks to you, a wave of surprise, followed by confusion washing over his face

“I keep in contact with your driver” You smile proudly. Jackson chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Come” You demand, just like before.

You grab the waist of his shirt, bringing him over to the tub. You slip your hands underneath the fabric, sliding your hands up his body to remove his shirt. You place a gentle kiss on his lips, then nod towards the bath.

You turn away, back facing Jackson to pour him a short class of Maotai. Jackson finishes undressing and steps into the water. He sighs softly , sinking into the water. You scuff your feet, moving back to the side of the tub. You sit on the edge, handing him the class. Jackson makes a groan of pleasure, his eyes squint with elation.

“My fucking Queen”

You giggle softly, watching him take a drink. You grab a wash cloth from the basket behind you, drenching it in the water. You wring out the water over his shoulders, letting it roll off his skin. You tilt his head back a small amount, doing the same with his hair, getting it wet.

Jackson’s eyes slowly close when you begin to massage his scalp, working the shampoo into a thick lather. He sighs a soft moan, lips curving into a small smile. Your finger s travel down the nape of his neck and under his chin to tilt his head back. You touch your lips to Jackson’s, letting an infinite moment pass before kissing him tenderly. You run your thumb on his jawline, allowing your lips to linger a little longer.

You break the connection, and smile down at him before pecking his forehead. Jackson chuckles quietly, using the moment to take another sip from his glass. You rinse Jackson’s hair with a gentle flow from the shower head and allow him to relax.

Jackson was only quiet a few minutes before he beckoned you to the side of the tub once again. You sit at the edge, facing him,

“You want me to grab something-“

You didn’t get your full sentence out before Jackson’s arm slips around your waist, pulling you into the warm water on top of him. You let out a shriek with a laugh quickly following. You wipe the water droplets from your face, looking to Jackson who's wearing your favourite big goofy grin. You shove him playfully,

“You’re supposed to be relaxing, but instead you insist I get drenched”

Jackson holds you closer to his body, planting gentle kisses over your face. He rests his forehead to your temple

“I need you here to relax” He whispers.

You sigh dramatically, kicking your slippers off so they wouldn’t get wet as well. You carefully slide your body around to face Jackson, straddling him.

You dip your hands into the water, placing them on his stomach, gliding up over his chest. The water rinses over his chest, your eyes watching goosebumps rise on his skin. Jackson’s hands land on your hips, squeezing them gently.

“You know, I missed you” He brings his face closer to yours. His doe eyes meet yours. You closed the gap a little more, glancing to his lips, then back to his eyes.

“Mm” You cup his face gently “How much did you miss me”

Jackson took this as his cue. He grips your chin between his thumb and forefinger, pressing his lips to yours. You can’t help but smile towards the affection he shows you. His hands raise up from the water, dampening your hair as he pets it back. He then holds your face as if it’s the most fragile piece of art.

Jackson deepens the kiss, his nose colliding into yours. You rest your arms on his shoulder, finger tips toying with the hair at his neck. A sigh escapes your lips as they part; Jackson nips at your bottom lip turning the sigh into a soft moan.

His hands trail down your body, arms wrapping around your waist. You lean your drenched shirt covered chest against his, hips pushing down ever so slightly. But it was enough. The simple movement caused Jackson to start stiffening underneath you.

You both had been separated for almost a month; a little bit longer. You know he is going to be leaving again before the week is through. You didn’t want to state it to him verbally, but you miss his touch as much as he misses yours.

One of your hands submerges into the tub, pulling the shirt up your stomach. You grab one of Jackson’s hands in yours, dragging his fingers down to your pussy, still covered by your panties. You slide the fabric to the side, letting his nimble fingers graze over your clit.

You breathe in sharply, Jackson’s touch electrifying through your veins. Your walls clench, begging to feel something against them. You grind your hips slowly against Jackson’s semi hard cock and hand. You pull the heavy shirt off your body, letting it hang on the side of the tub.

Your nipples hardening at the temperature change from the damp shirt, to the air, it only made you feel more aroused when the grazed against Jackson’s chest. You moan softly on his plump lips, his tongue swiftly slipping against yours.

“Don’t make me wait any longer..” You whisper breathlessly.

And he doesn’t. With flexed arms, Jackson manages to easily rip your panties. You gasp a little, water from the bath sloshing with the violent movement. Jackson wraps an arm around your waist, guiding you down on his cock.

His other hand grips the nape of your neck, forehead resting to yours. He groans at your tight walls, suctioning around his length. You swallow hard, slowly rolling your hips. Jackson’s jaw drops open, another groan passing his lips.

You press your lips to his eagerly, arms around his neck. You hold him tightly, not leaving any room between your chests for even a piece of paper to slip down. Your pussy quickly begins contracting around Jackson, wanting to cum already. He always felt good inside you. But these moments are your favourite; when he comes home.

You quicken your pace. Jackson slides his hand down onto your ass, squeezing it slightly, helping you ride his cock.

“Jackson” You moan shakily.

He buries his face in your neck, breathing you in. Your head falls back, fingers curling into his skin. Jackson pulls you down, making your hips grind into him harder. You press your lips together tightly, trying to keep yourself from making any noise.

Jackson jerks a little under your body. He moans in your neck, his cock twitching inside you. Your head nudges against his, making him look to you.

“Cum with me” You whisper.

You clench your walls tightly, your climax rising closer. Jackson kisses you lustfully. His hands land on your hips, fitting perfectly as he rocks them. Water waves against your motions, splashing over the edge to the floor. Your body begins to tense. You arch your back, letting out a slight whimper.

Jackson grips your hips, taking control of your movements. His body jerks again, and he makes a pleasuring grunt. His cock convulses inside you, shooting cum in unison. He slows your hips, breathing heavily. You grab his face to kiss him, your own orgasm shivering through your body.

4 Pairs of limbs intertwine, heavy breathing echoing in a mismatched rhythm. You slide off Jackson with a small moan, and settle partially on top of him. You rest your head on his firm chest, his heart beating sporadically. You kiss his skin gently, and he reciprocates with the top of your head.

“We should get out..” He murmurs dryly. The water has become cool, and the tub was half empty. You pout playfully and close your eyes.

"Mm!" You whine.

Jackson chuckles, placing another sweet kiss on your head. He sits up, getting out from the tub, helping you out as well. He grabs a pair of robes hanging from a rack. He wraps one around you first, bringing it up around your cheeks. He smiles at you, kissing your nose before wrapping himself in a robe.

"Come" He says, only partially mocking you.

"I'll make you breakfast after you get some sleep"

"Why? Cant I just eat you?" Jackson grabs at your ass teasingly.

You shriek a laugh, trying to dodge his hands. You point a finger at him, walking backwards into the bedroom.

"Jackson! Don't make me punish you"

His lips pucker into a soft pout, following you like a puppy. You giggle at him again and hop onto the bed. Jackson grins, close behind you, finally ready to relax.

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thetrashbinseries · 4 months

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— Fahrenheit ( bangchan x reader )

rated - mature | minors dni

parts - one, two (explicit)

warnings - idol universe, name changed idols, mature themes, drug use, alcohol use, sexual themes, mentions of mental illness, slight angst

x x x

“It’s not rocket science, Chris."

My annoyance hits the roof. What the hell is his problem? Why's he turning this into a damn soap opera?

"You're back in LA. New York—yes or no?"

Chris tiptoes the line ever since last year's scandal close shave. I get playing it safe, but I'm alone in a six-bedroom Jersey fortress. In the U.S. media game, I'm golden. No cancel threats, not yet in my rising career.

But the spotlight got hotter after the last single went viral. Chris, in the crosshairs of relentless management, dances a careful routine.

He's the big shot, leader of the world's hottest K-pop group. His company would shoot themselves in the foot by axing him. Yet, Mr. Libra doesn't dig rocking the boat.

"-I want to, babe, but it's too risky right now."

I sigh. Twisting my computer chair, neon lights bathe me in purples and reds. I'm in the studio, bullshitting on songs for the third album.

I've had it. "Catch you later, Chris." The call drops, facedown on the desk, anger swirling.

"Seriously, fuck you." I spit out, taking it personally.

Being a foreigner feels like the snag. His industry would call me a disgrace tagging along.

I don't need that energy.

Am I settling as his 'little secret'? I'm 29, he's 27 – grown folks. Pings remind me of him, but I silence the noise. Facetime interrupts, Jake, the friend with benefits. Games or busy, no time for emotional plays.

Warner signed my band, deep in commitments, mind racing. A shrink's gift? Adderall for my ADHD.

Now, even less time for the BS.

"Hey, daddy." I purr, thickening my accent.

Jake’s smile fades as he eyes me. "What?" I giggle,

"Stop playing with me like that, y/n."

"How am I playing with you?"

"You're gonna end up with your legs cocked back like last time, girl, cool it."

Laughter ensues. I glimpse his background – a parking garage stairwell. We catch up every couple of weeks via Facetime.

"Where are you at?" I squint.

"Recognize it?" Jake turns his phone, revealing the New York City skyline.

"You're out here? Aw, shit." I lean back in my chair, a half-cocked grin, tongue behind my lower lip.

"Aw, shit is right! What's up? What are you up to tonight?"

I chuckle, rolling my eyes. "Nah, uh, Jake. We gotta play nice. I got a good thing going on right now."

He sighs, exasperation audible. "You two still a thing? Thought you were photographed over there, outside the JYPE building?"

"I was."

"They ain't letting that fly, you serious, y/n?"

"I mean, they're being hard on him, but we're still trying to make it work." I express more hope than Chris does. Jake’s viewpoint is valid – he's been through the K-pop circuit, burned out, went solo, and found massive international success.

Which is why he bitches about it.

It's unfair.

"I do wanna see you, though," I admit, the need for an adventure kicking in.

"That's my girl. Hey, I'm about to hop in the car. Should be able to make it over in twenty. You at your spot in Jersey?"

"Yes, I am, Jake, but don't come in on no bullshit."

"I'm always on bullshit. See you in twenty."

Jake hangs up before I can fight back.

Why is my grin so wide? I roll my eyes at my own excitement, surprised at how genuinely thrilled I am to be around someone who wants to be with me. Scanning Chris's messages puts me in a better mood.

babydaddy: there’s no way you just hung up like that -_-

babydaddy: this is my life…my career…

babydaddy: why can't you be more patient?? this is hard for me too…

babydaddy: we need to talk tomorrow…

babydaddy: about us, and where this is going.

The last message triggers something in me. My stomach twists like it always does before bad news. It doesn't change, whether in poverty in my hometown or a small Jersey mansion. The same sunken gut reaction. We've been going back and forth, but this sounds... final. At some point, he'll grow sick of it. I know I have.

Yet, there's so much I love about Chris. Selfishly, I don't want him with anyone else. He's the man of my dreams, flawed as he is, he’s human. My human. I panic, feeling like my boat has sprung a leak, desperate to plug it somehow.

Knowing myself, I turn my phone upside down, placing it on my desk and stand up, distancing myself from the setting. Something else would trap me; all I want is not to reply to him with charged emotion. It wouldn't help anything.

Jake’s on his way over.

I take a deep breath, letting my anxiety settle. I'll talk to him; he always has good insight and wisdom beyond his years. I look at myself in the mirror. I'm in comfy mode, barefoot, walking across hardwood floors.

Entering the dimly lit kitchen, I brew hot chocolate, curling my toes against the balls of my feet, cracking knuckles as I chew my lower lip, mind drifting to Chris. Resistance is weaker now; the reasons to text back sound more convincing. I shake my head, trying to clear my mind, grab my cup, and sip as I walk past my bearded dragon's tank. It's late; he's asleep, tucked into his pink bed. I stare at each plant, trying to keep my thoughts in check.

My outdoor motion detection buzzes the smartwatch on my wrist, signaling someone's arrival. I glimpse headlights through my foyer. My grin widens; I bite my lip, urging myself to behave.

"Alexa, shuffle my evening playlist on Spotify, downstairs."

The nearest speaker obeys, filling the space with music. My dog scurries around my feet as the doorbell rings, and my bigger dog's deep barks echo throughout the house.

“Hey, cool it!" I shout at them, stepping over the little one weaving through my legs, nipping my ankles for some ungodly reason. I open the door, visibly exasperated, while my larger dog bellows from the top of the stairs.

Jake points to her behind me, furrowing his brows dramatically. "I thought we were friends!"

My dog hurls another final, loud bark before slowly making her way down the stairs. I let Jake in, lock the door, and he takes off his shoes, grabbing a disposable guest pair from the basket by the front door. I turn, starting down the hall, and Jake’s full body weight slams into me from behind, arms wrapping around my body, causing me to stumble. Seemingly unpredictably, he stops us from falling while laughing. I catch my footing, give him a firm shove, swipe stray hair behind my ear, and correct the other side, giving him a side-eye.

"Now, you know damn well I'm too clumsy for some stupid shit like that," I scoff, turning into the living room. I walk over to the glass coffee table near the sofa, grab the nearby gold electric candle lighter, tip it into the wide, three-wick candle, and light each of their blackened tips. The scents of apple-cinnamon, cedar, sandalwood, and vanilla fill the room, complemented by the warm orange glow of well-placed LED lights. I sit on the edge of the sofa, and Jake takes his favorite spot on the oversized black beanbag chair nearby. He pulls his hood off, followed by his knitted beanie, ruffling his dark brown hair.

I've got to say, Jake is a handsome guy, no doubt about it.

But I've got problems, and I've caught heavy feelings for one of my biggest headaches lately—Christopher Bang.

We're in this so deep, at least on my end.

I start to think a little harder, trying to see beyond the rose colored glasses for a moment. His text plays through my head as I scroll on my phone, my excuse being searching for another song to skip to on Spotify. But, of course, I get back to the messages Chris sent earlier.

"About us, and where this is going…"

We'd never had an official conversation about being exclusive. We met by chance, fell for each other, and started sneaking around together. I consider Chris my boyfriend, and I’m saved in his phone under ‘baby.' That's got to mean something, right?

The horror begins to set in—has this been a situationship this whole time? Is that why he never went public?

Anxiety creeps in.

"Yo," Jake snaps his fingers, waving his fingers. Damn, I must've been really distracted, crinkled brows as I stare into my phone, thumb tapping against the glass but not doing anything. I look up at him, raising my brows as if I had just briefly missed something he recently said.

"Hm?" I ask.

He's sitting up more, his left hand stroking one of my cats. "Talk to me, girl," he gestures to the marble ashtray with half of a joint, "And pass it."

I lean forward, grabbing the pink joint and placing it between my lips. I use the lighter nearby, sparking it, blowing a few times, the smoke thick and pungent, rising into the air. I tap it into the ashtray and lean over, passing it his way. Jake takes it graciously, placing it between the center of his pink lips and taking a big inhale. He holds it in, nodding, looking down at it as he blows the smoke out the side of his mouth.

"Chris and I got into it again. He told me they were coming to LA for a show over at KCON, and he was like 'maybe I can fly over to see you,' trying to fit it in, delaying his trip to Korea by like three days, which didn’t seem like a big deal. But then after everything ended, he was just hyper-aware of the attention on them and changed his mind," I begin to explain. Jake has taken a few hits during my story; he's leaning forward, passing me the joint again. I take it, hitting it.

"Did he say why?" he asks. Jake’s voice is low, even-toned. He’s invested in my story and the way I’m feeling, I can tell by the way his laser focus is on me as I speak. His eye contact is intense, fiery, the Aries in him.

"No, he didn’t, and that’s what frustrated me, so we got on a call tonight. He like—called me and was dancing around it, and I was like 'look, it’s not hard, are you coming to New York or not.' I was just... over it," I reply, pausing to take another hit before passing it to Jake once more. "He was all 'I want to, baby, but it's too risky.'” I mock his Aussie accent, and Jake can’t help the cough of smoke that comes out from trying to repress a laugh. He turns his head, full-on coughing a couple of times before he catches his breath again.

"Do you need water?" I ask, successfully holding back my own laugh. I don’t wait for his reply, instead, standing up and taking a few steps over to the mini-fridge and grabbing a bottle of spring water, handing it to him.

Plopping back down on the couch, I sigh. "So I didn’t even let him get the rest of it out. I was like 'ok, I’ll talk to you later' and like, hung up."

Jake places the burnt-out joint tip into the tray, effectively ending our puff-puff-pass session, making us both more relaxed and a little spacey. "Oof, y/n, this is... such a unique situation that very few people go through, and even fewer non-K-idols. I mean, I don’t agree with any of it, right? But it’s not me, and Chan, he’s in like–the peak of their career as a boy group, dude." Jake shakes his head, sitting back, my cat jumping from his lap, considering him having moved too much for his comfort.

"I don’t—care," I blurt.

Jake’s head drops back with a sigh before he picks it up again. "That’s probably part of the problem. Chan’s risking his career; Korea is no joke when it comes to this shit. I promise you, unless you’re physically in the industry as an idol over there, you have no idea. It’s so obsessive, and these companies, the management, they will not let you breathe, and the bigger you are—the tighter they hold onto you because there’s so much more to lose at that point."

He only leaves a half second of pause before he says, "I don’t think you’re compatible with—nor do you deserve, that kind of relationship with anyone."

Ouch.

It hurts that much more because—he’s right

"Now that doesn’t make Chan a bad person, or you a weak person. He’s got a right to this life he’s worked super hard to get to, and you’ve got a right to someone to love you the way you want to be loved, especially while you’re in the beginning stage of becoming great yourself. It’s a huge distraction—maybe not a relationship, but like, that kind of relationship."

I can do nothing but sigh, throwing my hands up and sitting back onto the couch, feeling, well, defeated. Can you blame me? It fucking sucks, the reality of it all that I was trying to avoid.

"Fuck," I finally say aloud.

Jake’s looking at me; I know he feels bad for breaking it down so plain, but he does it because he cares about me and wants the best for me, and I know that. “You still do what you want; it’s your life. Whatever you two decide is what you two decide, but that’s just—my limited experience.”

I scoff with a roll of my eyes, “Limited experience. Yeah ok.”

He laughs.

We both understand the subtext of the brief exchange.

“He says we need to talk tomorrow, about us and ‘where this is going’,” I say with air quotes.

“I mean, hey, it’s an opportunity to get your concerns out there, listen to his, and decide what’s best for you. He’ll decide what’s best for him. If that’s being together, great, if not, great. Either way, you’ll be ok. That’s how I like to see these kinds of things.” Jake says, his words profound and his perspective valuable to me. He leans forward, “We’ve known each other like what? Almost a year now?” I nod to confirm, and he continues, “In that short period of time, I can just—tell that you’re a strong person; you wouldn’t have gotten this far if you weren’t. If you ever need someone to talk to, my line is always open.”

I let another long breath go before laying across the sofa on my stomach, bringing myself closer to Jake as I lazily hug a pillow, resting my chin atop it. His advice is logged in my thoughts. I really don’t want to talk about it anymore—the way he phrased it did something to lower my anxiety so I was going to let sleeping dogs lie. “What about you, huh? What’s got you on the East Coast? You’re never over here, rarely in America anymore for real.”

“Yeah, I’ve been—busy, but it’s a blessing, you know? I’m so grateful that so many people support me, as a solo artist, doing my own thing, my way.” Jake never fails to acknowledge those around him that have supported him, and keeps himself grounded and humble somehow through being an international celebrity. “But I was at the Versace show over in Soho. I’ve got a couple of other shows to see for New York Fashion Week, but I touched down and had to come see you.”

I lift a brow. “I’m not gonna fuck you, Jake.”

Without hesitation, he fires back, “I’m not asking you to, y/n.”

It’s enough to drag a snort from me.

He laughs, “The hotels get lonely, and most places I go, I don’t know anyone. I like it here; you’ve done a lot since the last time I was here.” Jake looks around at the decor. He points to a painting of a cat skeleton on a black canvas. “That’s new, I like it.” He says.

“Yeah? I do too; it’s simple but it matches the vibe of the space, I found it by accident one day.”

When Jake says the hotels are lonely, I believe him. He often confides in me about how lonely his lifestyle can be and how it can drive him so crazy that he’ll call everyone through his phone until someone answers, and when that person hangs up, he’ll keep going. More often than not, he doesn’t have anyone to call, despite my insisting that I was an option. Some nights, when it gets really bad, he’ll have a tendency towards drinking, which is something I don’t like, and we’ve talked about ad nauseam. Of course, he’s always welcome in my safe spaces.

“So what’s new with the band? When you texted me the other day, you had like, tons of shit going on that you were freaking out about.” Jake cracks open the bottle of water, taking a gulp.

“I’m flying out to LA next week for a couple of events, but we’re like focused on album three right now; I’ve been locked in the studio just writing.”

“Ok, ok, you got anything for me to hear yet?” He seems to perk up to ask this question.

“Eh, nothing I’m ready to show or anything, just fragments of songs right now. The label is really pushing the work we did with album two to build the hype up for album three, and that’s the one they funded.” I kick my feet slowly in the air behind me as I talk.

“We should do a song together.” Jake says, quite suddenly. He can tell I’m taken aback. I mean, creatively, Jake and I get along great, but we had never discussed merging on a record before. “An official song, I think it could sound incredible.”

I immediately want to agree, of course, but I have a couple of hurdles I know I need to jump now that I’ve gotten to this point in my career. I hated that. I used to be able to agree to a collaboration immediately. But Jake had even more hoops to jump through; he couldn’t commit to something official now either.

So why was he proposing it?

“I gotta ask the label—”

“Fuck the label, dude.” Jake waves his hand, “They don’t have to know anything, not yet. We’ll just work together and see what happens. Whaddya say?”

It takes no thought for me to reply,

“Let’s do it.”

—

Jake wore me down enough to bring him down into the studio, insisting he didn't have anything important to do until tomorrow evening. I don't want to encourage his drinking, but when he spots the whiskey decanter, he gestures to it as I sit down in the main chair in front of the soundboard.

"What’s in there? Hennessy?" He answers his own question as I spin around in the chair to see what he’s talking about. He’s already over at the mini bar, opening it up and whiffing.

"Yeah, but I rarely drink it. I got it for guests." I turn towards my soundboard again, powering it up and waiting for the two large screens to load. I add another thought to the end of my sentence, albeit, to myself. Not like I have guests anyway.

Jake comes over with a glass, the brown liquor sloshing around as he tilts it in my direction. I roll my eyes, taking it, and he’s already got his glass, which he holds out for a toast.

"To the music," Jake says.

"The music." I oblige, clinking his glass and taking my gulp down a lot less gracefully than he does his, before he pours up another for himself. "Don’t overdo it; you’re gonna have a nasty hangover, and I won’t be the one to blame for it." I press a few buttons, and the house lights lower, back to the blue and purple hue I was sitting in earlier.

"I am a grown man that knows my limits." Jake states, matter-of-factly. He sits in the rolling chair at the table alongside me, pulling himself up to the soundboard and sitting back in his chair, sipping his drink as his eyes dance across the screens while I click around, pulling up my digital audio workstation of choice.

I point to the keyboard nearest to him, "Press a key for me?" He does, confirming it's connected and functional, the note ringing out through the monitors.

"Aw yeah." Jake sits up, setting his glass down on the designated cupholder space on the edge of the mixing table as he places both hands on the keys, beginning to fiddle with the limited random keys and chords he had learned how to play while being forced to learn as a trainee. "Damn, it’s been so long." He says, a half smile on his face. I can tell he’s reminiscing, I just can’t tell if it’s good or bad. "You’re so lucky to have control over your music, you know that?" He says, looking over at me before focusing back on the instrument again, slender fingers of his right hand climbing up the keys.

"I don’t really have total control, not anymore. Not sure I ever did." I say with a sigh. "It’s always been like—an Eli and me thing, not just a ‘me’ thing. I just get a little more attention because I’m the one out front, singing." I continue to explain. Jake’s stopped playing, instead choosing to lean in his chair and eye me over the top of his glass as he sips, listening to me with an empathetic nod. "Now with a major label involved, there are so many other factors now."

"You get the final say though, right?"

"Well, yeah, I guess I do." I say with uncertainty, not because it isn’t true, but because it still feels like the decisions I make have to be based on what everyone else thinks is best for us. If I vehemently object, I’m persuaded down to the decisions of others. Sometimes, it feels like I’m being gaslit. But I don’t have much time to ruminate on that, since everything is moving forward at top speed.

"Guess it’s complicated?" Jake concedes.

I nod.

"Girl, you got it," Jake croons in his gruff voice, eyes closed, fingers snapping to start a rhythm. "And I know it, baby, why don’t you?”

I nod, sliding him away from the keys as I hit some chords to match his singing. Unsure if it's a freestyle or something pre-written, I catch the composition unfolding. Music flows through me effortlessly—my natural talent that's brought me this far. It didn't happen overnight, but creating is the part of music that feels like pure joy, a distraction from all the BS.

Soon, we're vibing out a hook, laughing for hours, blending funk with '90s groove, a nostalgic fusion. My phone rings, freezing me in place. The weight of unresolved problems crashes over me. Jake senses it; I bolt before he protests. His eyes speak understanding; he knows when to let me deal with my demons. I answer the phone, attempting to steady my voice.

“Hello?”

“You answered.”

It’s Chris.

His voice is tired, ironic, as if he couldn’t believe it himself but didn’t care.

It irritates me. Why call back so soon if compromise isn't on the table?

“I just called to say, that I’ll be there in about four hours.”

A lump forms in my throat; I glance around for a clock. Holed up in the studio with Jake, time escaped me.

“But you said—“

‘First class, you are now welcome to pre-board flight 917 to Newark, First class, you are now welcome to pre-board flight 917 to Newark.’

“I gotta go, but I’ll see you in a few, yeah?”

“Y-yeah.”

The phone beeps, leaving me in stunned silence. The studio's muted song hums in the background. I'm not ready to face it yet, still figuring out what this sudden visit means.

“Said I wouldn’t do this.” I mutter, pressing my fists against my forehead, heaving a frustrated sigh. I vowed not to let another man stir my emotions, yet here I am—almost having a meltdown. But my feelings are valid. No explanation after a heated argument, and suddenly he's on his way here?

Maybe he got another perspective from the members or his friends. Maybe he thought about it. Either way, he'll be here in four hours. We can hash it out then.

I muster the calm to return to the studio. Jake sits back, his chair turning towards me. “Well?”

I plop onto the nearby sofa. “He’s boarding a flight here now, said he’ll be here in four hours.”

Jake’s brows lift in surprise. “See? I told you…this was going to push you two in some direction it needed to go. Four hours? My man, okay BangChan!” Jake laughs, toasting with his glass. “So I added some drums, check it out.” He plays the track; the groove multiplies.

“You added that part too?” I notice another musical flair, and he nods proudly. After a few seconds, he turns it off, a slow fade of the volume knob.

“I think that’s enough for me to work with for now, what do you think?”

"The skeleton is definitely there, but what about more instruments?" I question. Jake pushes his chair back, picks up his hoodie, slipping it on as he stands up.

“It’s enough to write to; we can come back to it; if Chan’s on his way here, the last thing he needs is to see another guy here late night.” He slips on his shades, his phone reflected in them as he orders an Uber Black. I didn't think he cared like this, feeling closer to him; he did what he felt was best. I was freaking out about how to get him out in time, and Jake took the initiative.

A relieved sigh escapes me. “I owe you.”

“Absolutely nothing. You don’t owe me anything, sweetheart. I had a good time here tonight.” He tucks his phone in his jacket pocket. “Twelve minutes.”

I nod. “Follow me upstairs, I made some cookies yesterday; you can take some with you.”

“Ooh what kind?”

“Chocolate chip.”

“A classic.”

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hi! about the prompt list, could you do 6, 21 and 38 for jackson wang? fluff or angst, it's up to you. thx

Sure here you go. 🙂 I hope you like it. I did more of a mix of fluff and angst but it’s mostly fluff. But I don't know if I like the ending. Anyways thanks for requesting.

Tw: mentions of blood and alcohol.

💫Rain & Wounds.💫( Requested)

Genre: Jackson Wang x reader

Theme : Friends to lovers

Summary: After an eventful night out with friends things between you and Jackson change forever.

Rating: Pg13

Word Total: 1,898

“Stop moving You’re making things worse for yourself.” You tell Jackson as you try to bandage his hand for the third time. You were out at a club when a guy started hitting on you. You tried to reject him, but he wasn’t in the mood to take no for an answer. Soon it caught the attention of a slightly drunk Jackson and let’s just say things went left from there. The night didn’t start out with him getting in a fight the complete opposite actually. Originally you were supposed to be out celebrating after you got the news that Your book had become a New York times best seller. However, as the night went on the group of friends that y’all were with suggested going clubbing. Fast forward a few hours and now here you are at 3 am in the bathroom of your two-bedroom apartment with medical supplies and a drunk Jackson to look after.

“I’m fine really.” Jackson stated trying to move you out of his way.

“You are far from it actually. “You tell him while placing a hand on his chest and lightly pushing him back towards the counter. “Your hand has a huge gash on it and you’re bleeding on my floor.” You state in a matter-of-fact tone.

For as long as you’ve known him Jackson had always been protective of you. Though you mentioned on multiple occasions that you are in fact grown and can take care of yourself, part of him could never quite let you.

“Oh, please that guy had it coming.” Jackson exclaimed. Reaching into the first aid kit you grab an alcohol wipe in order to properly clean his wound. Noticing this Jackson quickly removes his hand from your grasp.

Letting out a sigh you grab his hand in an attempt to wipe the wound.

“Give me your hand I have to clean the gash. “Looking between you and the wipe he shakes his begins to shake his head making you roll your eyes.

“Jackson you’re a grown man you should be able to handle an alcohol wipe.” He goes to protest again but before he can you grab his hand wiping the blood from his palm. He winces at the alcohol begins to work its way through his hand. Shortly after you apply some antibiotic ointment. Eventually the room briefly falls silent as you begin to reach for the gauze and the non-stick pads. Pressing the pad into his hand he winces again as you finish up. Examining your handy work, you instruct him to remove himself from your counter while you clean up your mess. Agreeing he makes his way into the living room. Sometime later you emerge from the bathroom and make your way over to the kitchen. Going over to the fridge you pull out a bottle of wine that you had opened the previous night and set it on the counter before offering him some. With his approval you reach over to your glass cabinet and pull two glasses before joining him on the couch.

For a while you two talk about all different kinds of things from work to friends even his upcoming fashion line. After a while you even started to go down memory lane a bit. “Remember that time you took me to meet BamBam and Yugyeom and he spilled what was it.” You pause snapping your fingers as you recall the memory. “Um… Oh it was lemonade I think strawberry lemonade if I’m not mistaken.” He insists. “Yeah, that’s right because it was a big pitcher of it too.” You said laughing. “Yugyeom ended up knocking the pitcher over and breaking it because he was trying to impress one of the girls at the pool party with this one dance move.” Jackson laughed as he recalled the memory. “And then turns out she had a boyfriend the whole time.”” I felt so bad for him, but man was that funny.” You added. After a while you could feel a slight buzz from the wine starting to take over and for a second you contemplate calling it a night. However, the memory of how you met begins to creep into your mind and you begin to smile.

“What?” Jackson asks noticing the change in your features.

“Nothing I was just thinking about how we met and how lucky I am that we did.” You tell him.

“Oh, please if anything I’m the lucky one. “He tells you.

“How so?” you begin to inquire. Silence falls over you and for a moment you can hear rain begin to fall against your apartment window.

Jackson takes a deep breath before he begins.

“How can I not be?” he admits. “Your kind and you have a great personality.” “Also, you always look out for the people that you love and you’re there whenever I need you even if I don’t feel like I do.” “Not to mention you bake a mean birthday cake.” He says as he recalls the cake you baked him last year for his birthday. “And you always know what to say in times of crisis.” “You actually care about people not a lot of other people do that.” “Usually, it’s just an everyman for themselves type of deal.” Your smart and not to mention you are beautiful even when you don’t think so at times.” He adds. “So, believe me when I say that I am very lucky to have you as my friend.” He finishes. You sit there for a while touched at his beautiful words. “Jackson that was so beautiful thank you.” You say while pulling him in for a hug. You stay like that for a moment before you begin to pull away. Upon pulling away you both pause taking in each other briefly before sharing a kiss. Coming to terms with what is happening you both pull away before Jackson begins to speak once more.

“I love you.” he states. Though hearing it this time it sounds different. You take a moment to soak in his words letting them fully hit you. Soon after you clear your throat before getting up from the couch with you wine glass in hand.

“Your drunk “You exclaim waving your hand dismissively.

“So? “he says.

“So, you don’t mean that. “You say with a pause. “At least not in the way that you think you do.” You tell him.

He stands up from the couch and begins walking over to your kitchen island meeting you by it.

“I mean every word of what I just said to you otherwise I wouldn’t have said it.” He states sadness evident in his tone. Placing your glass in the sink you rinse it out before brushing past him and heading towards your hallway closet. Sometime later you re emerge with a blanket along with a few pillows and place them on the couch.

“It’s late you can sleep of the wine here you tell him as you begin to make up the couch.”

“Why don’t you believe me?” He questions. You stay silent for a bit before continuing. Walking over to you he places his hand over yours stopping you in your tracks.

It’s not that you don’t believe him. In fact, a part of you had always secretly hoped this day would come. You just wanted him to be sure this wasn’t one of those drunken confession things that he would regret later.

“Hey, talk to me what’s going on?” He questions placing his bandaged hand on your cheek. You lightly place a hand on his chest as you begin to softly push him away from you.

“Nothing.” You state placing your hands by your side. “I just- I just think that you should sleep off the wine and if you feel the same in the morning then we’ll talk about it.” You say giving a shrug. Not believing you but also not wanting to push the matter Jackson agrees. Not to long after you exchange goodnights before you make your way to your room and eventually fall asleep.

The next morning you are woken up by the smell of breakfast. For a moment you lay in bed confused before remembering the events of the previous night. Feeling somewhat embarrassed you crawl out of bed and make your way into the living room. There Jackson is stood at your stove making eggs. His shirt is missing but he’s still wearing his pants from the night before. Clearing your throat, you catch his attention before muttering a small “Good morning “and siting at the island. He response with a brief “Morning “before turning his attention back to the stove. “How is your hand? You inquire.

“It’s fine I changed the bandages already.” He states in a dryer tone. “Oh... okay.” And with that a brief and awkward silence befalls you both. Soon he joins you at the island and places your breakfast in front of you. Feeling the awkwardness cling in the air you contemplate addressing the conversation from the previous night. That is until he beats you to it.

“Look about last night.” He chimes. He tries to explain but you manage to cut him off.

“Don’t even worry about it we were both drunk and said/ did somethings that we probably didn’t mean so it’s fine.” You state hoping to save yourself from embarrassment.

“I meant everything I said to you last night.” He expresses. You sit there in a bit of shock. Noticing your state, he continues “When I’m with you it’s like seeing the sun after a week of rain.” “When I look at you, I forget how to speak.” “Often times I find myself saying something so embarrassingly stupid that I want to just evaporate into thin air.” I genuinely don’t know why my brain just goes blank when I look at you. I think I’m going crazy. “He states as if he just had an epiphany of sorts. Once he finishes, he looks over to you. For a while you just sit there looking at your plate of eggs while in deep though. If he really did love you, why did it take him so long to realize it? How long has he felt that way? Questions like this and more swirled in your mind however, in that moment the only thing you felt was happiness. A smile began to form on your features before you turned to him and gave a response. “I love you too.” You said slowly letting the words hit one by one.

“In all honesty I wanted to say it back when you said it last night, but I didn’t want this to be one of those drunken mistakes for either of us, so I waited.” You responded. “Really, I wanted to tell you ever since you showed up to my event last year, but I saw that really pretty girl with you and I chickened out at the last second. You say truthfully.

Your confession leaves him speechless for the first time since last night. Getting up from his seat he makes his way over to you. You take a moment to explain further. However, before you can he cuts you off with a kiss. This one is warmer than the last tender almost. In that moment all of your previous worries melt away leaving just you and him.

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kgyeomiex · 4 months

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Three Empty Words

“It’s so hard to pretend to be friends with someone special, when every time you look at that person, all you see is everything want to have.”

Summary: Have a best friend who sticks with you through thick and thin is impossible to find. The moment you met Jackson, you know he was going to be your best friend for life. Jackson always knew how to make sure you were happy and healthy and always seemed to turn a negative situation into a positive one. However, you would be lying to yourself if you were to say you didn’t have any type of feelings for Jackson… But Jackson is just your best friend… You knew best to push those feelings away and just move on.

Previous Parts:

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4 // Part 5 // Part 6 // Part 7

Part 8

Masterlist

This is exactly what the doctor ordered. A night out to forget about what's been happening. Lately, it feels like you were suddenly cursed…. Nothing but bad events kept piling up in your life. First, you lose someone you claimed to be your best friend and now you aren't even happy in the relationship you were currently in.

What can possibly be next?

When it comes to your relationship it’s weird… When Yoongi and you are together everything seems to be perfectly fine. The two of you enjoy one another's company and can talk about anything and anything. He shows that he cares about you when it's just you two and he never fails to show that you are special. However, after he leaves and you two aren't around one another, it's like he suddenly forgets he is in a relationship and acts completely different. It’s like he forgets about your existence and seems so distant and cold.

He doesn't check up on you. He always seems to be too busy to respond and he just makes you believe you two aren't in a relationship...

In other words, this whole relationship was rather complicated. You wanted to talk to him about it, but you decided it was best to just suck it up and hope that something will change...

Hopefully... Something will change in this relationship and when you say change you mean for the better...

You already lost someone important to you... Did you really want to lose Yoongi because of your own paranoia?

"Y/N!" That was the first thing you heard as you stepped foot into the bar.

You look to your right and there you see your best friend Nani waiting for you in a chair with a glass in her hands already.

You quickly walked up to her. As soon as you approached her, she got up from her seat and pulled you into a hug.

"It feels so good to reunite like this," Nani says as you two were hugging.

"You have no idea how relieved I am to see you..." You two pulled away and you sat down in the seat that is next to her.

"I can't wait to hear all about it... But before we begin, I think it's important you get you a drink first... You're going to need it first," It wasn't long until Nani called the bartender over and ordered you a drink.

She's right... Right now, a drink sounded very much needed at the moment. -

Nani's Point of View

After calling Y/N and finding out that her and Jackson were having problems... I knew right away I couldn't just sit back and do nothing about it. From the moment we all became friends I knew there was something different about the two of them.

I always had a gut feeling the two of them would end up together at the end. On top of that from what I recall Jackson did tell me very valuable information that I can’t ever forget.

Flashback

It was 1985 when I first lost my husband...

WHO AM I KIDDING.

One Friday night, it was the day where I decided to hold a goodbye party after being offered a new position to move away from home. I invited all my very close friends and thought it was going to be a good night... Don't get me wrong, it was a good night.

However, it was also a very unforgettable night.

Before I learned the fact that Jackson had a thing for Y/N I remember I had a small crush on him. I mean let’s be fair you can’t blame a girl because he is a good-looking man.

I thought before I left Korea, I had to make it a mission to sleep with him before I left...

But boy did that bite me in the ass. That clearly didn’t work out in my favor.

There was of course alcohol in the party and many people under the influence.

I remember at this party telling Y/N about my intentions of hooking up with Jackson. The thing about the situation is she never agreed or disagreed with my decision which from the start I found that oddly suspicious. But at the time I didn't think much of it. As I said drinks were involved in this party...

I remember that night I was watching Jackson from afar with a red cup in my hand, drinking to get that liquor courage in my system to make a move... After my final sip, I remember setting the cup down and before I knew it, I was suddenly walking in his direction.

Jackson looked at me as I approached him and as soon as I was in front of him, he looked at me confused and quite taken back.

"You me upstairs now," those are the only words that happened to come out of my mouth. He was surprised to hear me say such a thing TO HIM. Yes, I knew I had always been a bold kind of gal.

I grabbed a hold of his hand not giving him much of a choice but to listen to me and pulled him upstairs. I was under the influence of alcohol, but I wasn't drunk, so I was fully aware of the decision I was making at the time.

By the time we got upstairs, it wasn't long until I pulled him into my room and threw him on the bed.

I thought maybe by being aggressive it would turn him on.

As he was lying on the bed, I closed the door behind me and made sure to lock it so no one would interrupt this moment.

While Jackson was lying on the bed, I walked over, and it wasn't long until I was suddenly straddling his waist looking down at him smiling in satisfaction.

I looked at Jackson and noticed how taken aback he was with everything that was happening. I was planning on kissing him, but I suddenly didn't feel right about the situation.

What am I doing...

If Jackson was into this, he wouldn't be looking this confused...

"I'm sorry," I said as I removed myself from Jackson and he slowly sat up.

"No, I'm sorry... I don't know if I ever gave you the impression that I was interested in you... and if I did, I'm sorry...." hearing that come out of Jackson's mouth did sting. I didn't know how to feel...

It's not like he was rude about the situation. I was at fault especially since I just read his body language wrong in the first place.

"No, I'm sorry... I don't know why I even did that... " I was slightly embarrassed, but Jackson got close to me and grabbed my hand.

"Listen I respect you too much as a person to let something like this ruin our friendship," Jackson was always a sweet man.

He was someone who if he truly cared about you, wouldn't let minor situations like this interfere and that's something I admired about him the most. If I were in a situation like this, I probably would have acted awkwardly and completely killed the friendship in a matter of seconds.

"Can I ask you a question?" I asked him and he looked at me.

"Yeah?"

"Who do you like?" Usually after getting rejected like this a normal person wouldn't ask about their interest right after... But as you can tell I am not your normal girl.

For Jackson to react the way he did I knew right away that he was interested in someone. It seemed like he put all his marbles in one jar, and I suddenly became curious to know who it could have been.

"How do you know I like someone?" He asked me and I smiled.

"Because I'm smart." Jackson looked hesitant to even open up about his feelings, but he looked at me.

"Y/N..."

As soon as he said her name I wasn't even surprised. I had a feeling this whole time, but I never said anything because I thought it was all in my head. The way the two acted around one another showed that the two had eyes for one another... Jackson seemed to pick up on the vibe, but I couldn't say the same about Y/N.

She is probably still in denial or still ignoring her true feelings.

"I should have seen it coming," I blurted out and Jackson looked at me confused.

"Do I make it that obvious?" I couldn't help but smile.

"Just a little... But to be honest I'm pretty sure Y/N feels the same way she just doesn't know it yet. " Jackson just looked at me and I got up from the bed.

After that encounter, we never brought that up to anyone and I never asked any further questions about his feelings towards Y/N. I just kept it a secret because I knew that if Jackson wanted it to be known he would have said something a long time ago...

I always hoped that the two of them would have started dating while I was gone... But boy was I wrong... I came back and I found out that the two weren't talking...

Nope, not on my watch.

I love both equally and I know that these two were a match made in heaven. They both just needed an extra push to talk to one another and finally confess how they truly felt.

Your Point of View

As soon as you received the drink in your hand, it didn't take long until you began to take a few good sips from it.

"Before I even tell you about my depressing news... What's new with you?" You asked Nani and she smiled.

"No no no we must start with you... I know you probably don't want to talk about it but what the hell happened with Jackson and you?"

Before you decided to open up, you lifted your cup and took a good chug.

"Oh..."

After putting down the drink you looked at Nani.

"That's the thing, I have no idea where it went wrong. We went from being best friends and everything was normal to suddenly Jackson removing himself from my life and not explaining himself. I don't know where everything went wrong. We were so good and before I knew it things went bad so fast." You truly don't understand where things had a turning point.

Did you say something that could have offended him? He would have said something... it's not like the two of you haven't argued in the past or at least had a disagreement.

"Hmm, at what point did you notice Jackson acting up or acting distance?" Nani asked you and you sat there and had to really think about it.

The more you thought about it... You realize he started to act towards you the moment you started to see Yoongi.

"Well... It started after I started to see someone, but I don't feel like that could have been a good enough reason for Jackson to want nothing to do with me?" you looked at Nani and she just smiled.

"Girl... Do I have to spell it out for you?" Was there something you missed here?

"What are you talking about?"

"I don't know if you're acting clueless or if you really are... But I don't know... Maybe Jackson LIKES YOU?" When Nani says those words, your eyes widen.

No way.

That sounded impossible. Jackson... JACKSON WANG YOUR BEST FRIEND liking you?

That doesn't sound right.

"No, he doesn't," you quickly shot the idea down and she just shook her head.

"Okay, what other explanation is there for Jackson to cut you off out of the blue?" Nani seemed very convinced that Jackson had feelings for you, but you never got that impression from the guy.

"I did forget to mention that Jackson has a girlfriend. What if he started to date without telling me anything and his girlfriend wanted him to cut me off? I don't know, I'm sure there is a perfectly good explanation," you said, and Nani looked at you like you had 4 heads.

"Wait... Did I hear that right? Jackson has a what?"

Before you can say anything, you are cut off when suddenly by your surprise you look up and there you see Jackson entering the room. Why is he here?

You noticed him the moment he walked right through the front door. Speaking of the devil...

Just seeing Jackson's presence made you suddenly want to drink even more.

You looked over at the bartender and smiled.

"Can I please get another one?"

You had a feeling that Nani must have invited Jackson over here. Talk about making things awkward.

Jackson noticed your presence but suddenly looked away and looked right at Nani. You could feel the unwanted vibe he was giving off with you just being there.

"I'll be back, Ima head to the bathroom," you told Nani, and she nodded her head.

You instantly got up and found the nearest bathroom. Right now, you need a chance to mentally prepare yourself before facing Jackson... After the conversation you two had I felt hard looking at him.

Nani's Point of View

I felt someone tap my shoulder. I look up and there I see Jackson right in front of me. Clearly, my presence was needed in a situation like this. Before I left on my trip, I was pretty sure I was going to come back home and find out that Y/N and Jackson were finally together. . . HOWEVER, it looks like the complete opposite happened instead.

"A warning would have been nice," were the first words Jackson blurted out.

"Well, how was I supposed to know that Y/N and you were not on good terms? I leave you guys alone for two seconds and I come to find out that you two hate one another?" I wanted to ask Jackson as many questions as I could before Y/N came back from the bathroom.

"I don't hate her. . ." I knew he didn’t, but I wanted to hear that come out of his mouth. By the way Y/N explained it seemed that way, but I knew that she was exaggerating.

"Well why she is away, care to share why you two stopped being friends? Or would you like to start at the part where you have a new girlfriend,"

Jackson looked over at me and then at the bartender.

"I need a drink,"

I shook my head and looked over at Jackson.

This could take all night.

Y/N's Point of View

As you came back you felt much worse. Usually at least back then when you would see Jackson you used to be happy. But now that there was nothing but this awkward tension between the two of you... You wanted to run out of there.

The only way you can manage being around him is if you have enough alcohol in your system.

You raised your hand and called over a bartender.

"Oh, so it's that kind of night?" Nani asked and you looked over at her.

"Oh, you have no idea..." you said as you slightly glanced at Jackson, and he was already looking in your direction but instantly looked away.

You knew that once the alcohol starts to kick in you are going to give Jackson a piece of your mind sooner or later.

4 shots in and you were definitely feeling the buzz.

Jackson hasn't said a single word to you, and you couldn't help but feel yourself suddenly getting more and more agitated.

How can this man sit close to you and not want to talk to you? Did your friendship mean nothing to him?

"I need another drink," You were ready to call the bartender over yet again but that's when Nani stopped you.

"Listen Y/N I love you, but you need to slow it down with the drinks..." You knew Nani was looking for your best interest, but it didn't help with the fact that Jackson was inches away from you.

"I wouldn't have needed to drink so much if you didn't bring him here," you said pointing right at Jackson and that's when he finally made eye contact with you.

"If I would have known that you were going to be here, I wouldn't have come," Jackson splats out...

Those words themselves felt like he pulled out a knife and just stabbed you in the chest...

Jackson was so cold to you... Never gave you a full explanation and suddenly it seems like he can be so harsh to you and not feel a single remorse after saying it.

"Wow," you blurted out...

At this point, you don't think you can no longer hold back your tongue.

You were hoping that eventually maybe in the far future, there was a chance you two could have put your differences aside and work something out but suddenly that doesn't seem like that will ever happen.

"Guys..." Nani was trying to interfere but it was far too late for that.

"No... Jackson tells me how you really feel," you said looking Jackson directly in his eyes.

"You know what, let's just drop it," And there he goes trying to leave you in the dust... You were sick and tired of being confused and clueless. You needed answers.

"No... What the hell did I do to you, Jackson? How the hell do we go from being best friends to suddenly me being dead to you? Did my friendship mean nothing to you? Did I mean nothing to you? I would have thought maybe if I ever did something wrong you would come to me and talk to me about it. But clearly, you don't seem to give a single fuck about me since it seems so easy to remove me from your life..." you were about to continue but Nani cuts in.

"Y/N don't say something you will regret," Nani knew how much you valued Jackson as a person... But it was far too late now...

"Stop. If Jackson doesn't give a fuck, why should I? I was stupid enough to think you valued me as a person. I wasted my time hoping that maybe we could put our problems aside and become friends again. But you know what, I don't need you in my life."

"Y/N," Nani tried again but it was no use.

"You're dead to me the same way I am to you... Now we are even," saying those words out loud suddenly made a sharp pain appear in your chest.

You were hoping to hear something come out of Jackson's mouth by now or even explain himself at least but he stood completely silent.

That reaction by itself showed you everything needed to know.

Internally you wanted to reveal how upset this situation had you feeling but you weren't going to allow Jackson to get that satisfaction. Lately, all you have been feeling has been upset and depressed, and instead of anyone showing any sign of concern... You were alone yet again...

You lifted your head and looked at Nani.

"I'm sorry but I have to go... I think it's best if we see each other when this person is not here," you said to Nani.

"Y/N," Nani was trying to stop you from going but it was far too late for that.

You started to grab your belongings.

Just as you were getting ready to leave suddenly that's when everything seemed to happen so quickly...

Just when you thought your night couldn't get any worse... You thought wrong.

"Hey babe," you looked over and your stomach dropped.

There you see Yoongi kissing Nani.

To Be Continued.

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babecoups · 1 year

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the “PROJECT X” collab

Just one wild ass party AU hosted by Jackson Wang and planned by Sevń because who else would do something like this?

Requirements

X - must be 18+

X - must communicate and be active so you don’t miss details

X - must follow the rules

Criteria and Rules

X - your fic can be for any member of any group expect idols under 18 and deceased idols

X - this is a shared universe so you must be willing to make accommodations

X - your story is set in the host’s story so you cannot change locations, times, dates, etc

X - your fic has to include the party at some point but doesn’t have to be about the party

X - until sign ups are over, there is only one idol per participant. you summary submission will secure your spot.

X - the only rules are no death/murder, noncon/dubcon, assault, etc. (this is a party au and we want to make our themes light without any alcohol/substance abuse or incidents. I know realistically things happen but that’s real world stuff and this is fiction.) other than these things… have a fucking ball.

X - 3k word count min. No max.

X - these rules are subject to change.

X - must join the discord server

Timeline

X - Sign ups: Jan. 17 - Feb. 3 - closed

X - Planning: Feb - March 17th - in progress

X - Masterlist Post: March 25th

X - Posting Period: Open

How to Apply

X - Reblog this post

X - Send me a message either on tumblr or discord. It may take me a day or two to reply

X - Wait for an invite

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prettywordsyouleft · 8 months

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Cream

Pairing: Jackson Wang x female reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: mildly suggestive

Word count: 207

Jackson stared at the cold blob that had landed precariously on the tip of his nose until he almost went cross-eyed. He blinked, and once more, just to be sure.

And then he turned his gaze towards his wife. “What was that for?”

“Hmm?” you hummed unconvincingly, your grin betraying any attempt at innocence.

“This,” he said, scooping the cream from his face and onto the tip of his index finger. Before he could further comment on how the condiment had made it onto his face from the bowl you had been whipping it in, your lush mouth wrapped around his digit and sucked it off with a pop.

He felt that quick caress everywhere.

“What? I don’t see anything,” you replied matter-of-fact, making a big show of looking him all over for the proclaimed cream.

Quick as he could, Jackson reached into the bowl and smeared a blob of cream over your left cheek.

“That is for the cake!” you cried, and much as you had done previously, Jackson leaned in and took a long lick of your cheek, ensuring the colour of your skin was as flushed as his own body felt.

You gasped, and he grinned, wondering where else the cream could end up.

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autumnstories · 8 months

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Lowkey wanting to write fics here but everything I have are ideas in my head or small half written chapters for a long fic… I’m also on a kpop-kdrama phase sorta so all I really have now are ideas for exo or bts and a Jackson Wang one too

#should I probably open a page for it specifically right?#exo #exo fanfic #bts #bts fanfic #jackson wang #jackson wang fanfic #tumblr fanfic #kpop #kdrama

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skz-jeha · 2 years

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I want to spend everyday with you

7/22/22

Warning: Fluff, Soft! Jackson

Pairing: Jackson Wang x GN! Reader

Description: If anyone asked Jackson what Y/N is to him, he would say the moon. If anyone asked Y/N what Jackson was to them, they would say the sun. For all who cared, these two were inseparable. True to word, they couldn’t spend a day without each other, much to the annoyance of the GOT7 guys.

It is a calm Saturday afternoon. Everyone lazing around the GOT7 dorm room. Scattered around the room were the talented idol boys. Some sat on the floor, some on the couch, and others on the scattered bean bags.

The boys chatted about whatever while Jackson had an arm around Y/N's waist. The two lovebirds were snuggled together in their little bubble. Utterly oblivious to the knowing smiles of their friends.

BamBam and JayB used to tease Jackson relentlessly before he got together with Y/N, always off staring into space, daydreaming about the person who caught his attention and stole his heart.

Now imagine seven boys, all living together, all single, and only one of them is in a relationship. That someone is constantly praising their partner. It gets pretty annoying for the rest of the group.

iGOT7 gave the couple the nickname Sun & Moon because it seemed that the two revolved around each other.

iGOT7 adore Y/N. They are happy that Jackson found someone that loves and cares for him and has his best interest in mind. Of course, there was a backlash when Jackson and Y/N's relationship was announced. However, that soon changed when the fandom saw your interactions with the boys. How you always make sure they did not overwork themselves and took care of their health.

Many edits and videos have been made of you and Jackson as a cute and loving couple. The boy's favorite is the videos of Jackson looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky.

Honestly, the boys had no problem with your relationship or how lovestruck Jackson is. It gave them all an excuse to tease the rapper, especially the Maknaes, who relentlessly teased Jackson for months after they first met you at the studio.

You walked in with baggy jeans, a t-shirt that the boys knew for a fact was Jackson's, and a bag of takeout in hand. A bright smile graced your face as you set down the food on the table and hopped into your boyfriend's arms. Said boyfriend, who was frowning and sulking just a second ago.

The boys all saw how you affected Jackson's mood, making him happier. They also picked up on how he looked more relaxed and at ease when around you. They all made a vow to slap Jackson if he ever hurt you.

You are close friends with Mark and JayB. One time, while drunk, Mark asked you what you thought of Jackson, and you said he was your Sun.

Confused, JayB asked what you meant. Smiling drunkenly, you said Jackson brightens up your life, and then you promptly passed out. The two boys made sure to get you into bed safe and sound.

The both of them told Jackson about your conversation, and Jackson smiled and said that you were his moon, a stable pillar that he could rely on when life gets hard.

After that little love confession, the boys noticed that wherever one went, the other was soon to follow. BamBam made sure to point out whenever you were being extra cuddly with the other, causing both of you to embarrassingly get awkward, which prompted the rest of the boys to jokingly scold BamBam.

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mykoreanlove · 3 months

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Jackson on Kinjaz

Your phone was blowing up constantly.

„Oh my god, did you see this?????“, your friend asked.

With shaking hands you clicked on the link.

„I used to be critical on myself in my mind in a negative way. Not healthy. At all. I would call myself names and put myself down in my mind. I drank the most disgusting shakes for my body health but up here? I was rotting.“

„Yeah, yeah. I remember videos of that nasty shake. What did you put in there - chicken?“

„Gotta get my protein, man. But you know I would constantly feel guilty for what I have done or what I might do.“

„Like what?“

„Like. Okay, like did I practice enough? Is magic man good enough? What if I let everybody down? How will I cope? How will I live?

All these voices.. these fucking nagging voices were with me 24/7.“

„Damn that sounds tough. What did you do?“

„I thought it was impossible to fix because I tried so hard and nothing changed me. Or if it did, it would only last a couple of weeks and I’d be back to feeling like shit and talking down on myself.

Jackson, you moron, how could you do this? Did you really think you could make it? You don’t deserve this success. You don’t deserve to be happy.“

„Jackson, bro. I feel for you. Really.“

„Look, I’m just being honest. I would naturally think of punishments coming my way. I’d imagine injuring myself or loosing all my fans or money. I’d think of the most horrific shit late at night when I should be peacefully sleeping.

I would try to change my thoughts to change my feeling. I would rationalize my way out for hours to only find myself entering a new cave.“

„Like a merry go round.“

„Exactly, I was stuck. Same shit, different day. My gut always had this underlying feeling of tension.

I tried my best to give myself relief but like I said, I could not find Relief for longer than a week. Maybe a month at best.“

„Is that why you turned to alcohol? Because I remember you chugging down a bottle of Hennessy and thought to myself that’s not normal.“

„Oh, of course I started drinking more. I needed more. What used to make me pass out back then is like a cute little cocktail to me now.“

„Damn, that really is a lot to handle. Did you try other things, as well?“

„Look, I tried everything in the book. You name it, I tried it. Worked out. Meditated. Drank. Had sex. Nothing could give me what I craved so badly. Nothing. Until I found her.“

You swallowed hard.

You had no idea that he would share all this with the public. You were very well aware of his struggles but hearing him talk about them upset you. It broke your heart imagining him like that, all dim and broken.

Also, it made you nervous.

You had no idea that he would introduce you into the world like this.

You had no idea that he would reveal your relationship to his homies on a podcast.

Yet, you were intrigued.

„Her as in …?“

„You see, love is a funny thing, right? I didn’t plan to fall in love, nor did I want to but I kind of did. I found the one, man. I found the love of my life and I was lucky enough to have her love me back. Do you know how rare that is?“

„Yeah, it is for you. I remember our last interview and how we wanted to get you on tinder and shit.“

„Exactly! I used to be on my own for years. Years, man. I gave up on love completely, thinking this was meant for others but certainly not me. And then she came into my life. Like an angel that was coming down to help me. Save me even.“

„Your savior, huh?“

„I swear to god her love saved me. It saved me from drugs, it saved me from self destruction and first and foremost it saved me from myself. I gotta be honest man, if I hadn’t met y/n I wouldn’t even be here anymore.“

„Wow. That’s, that’s a pretty heavy revelation. I’m glad you’re doing better now.“

„Oh, I am. Management is probably going to kick my ass later but I don’t care. Let me loose fans, let me loose money. I don’t give a shit. If you support me now, you support the real Jackson Wang. And that’s me right now - happily coupled to the most beautiful soul on this planet. If you can’t handle that - my bad.“

„Okay guys, it’s over. China‘s most wanted bachelor is officially off the market. WHOOOO!!“

„Yeah, the king has finally found its queen.“

„So, what is she like?“

You paused the interview and took a deep breath. Jackson was very vocal of his feelings for you, but hearing it like that felt different. The biggest smile was plastered on his face as he was talking about you.

You as in his queen.

You as in future Miss Wang.

Hundreds of butterflies announced themselves in your stomach, making you giddy and joyful.

„Oh man, she is the best. Like, she is so breathtakingly beautiful. Inside and out. We have the best conversations. I feel like she is my best friend. Truly, no one gets me like she does. It’s just.. it’s effortlessly easy. We laugh a lot, we talk a lot, we share everything with each other. I’m just so grateful, man.“

„Yeah, I can see that. You’re grinning from ear to ear. Make sure to invite me to your wedding.“

„Like you invited me to your birthday?“

„Okayyyyy, let’s wrap it up. Guys, that’s it for today. Thank you Jackson, really appreciate you brother.“

You stopped the video, giggling at your petty boyfriend.

„Remind me to have a word with you once you’re back, yeah?“, you texted him.

It didn’t take him a second to instantly call you.

„Did you see it? Already? Damn babygirl, you’re quick“, he teased.

„You could have warned me, Wang!“

„I didn’t plan to say all that but I couldn’t help myself. It just.. it just came out of me. I really meant it though.“

„Everything?“

He knew exactly what you were implying.

„Oh, I’m gonna make you Miss Wang for sure. Rule my kingdom with me? Please?“

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dollystuartwrites · 2 years

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Not Holding Back - Chapter 01

Pairing: Boss!JacksonWang x f!PersonalAssistant!reader

Genre: fluff, smut, obsessive behavior, Jackson-is-a-fashion-designerAU

Wordcount: 977

Chapters: [1] - [2] - [3] - [4] - [5] - [6] - [7] - [8] - [9] - [10] - [11] - [12] - [13] - [?] MASTERLIST

Summary: When Y/N starts working as a personal assistant for the director of TEAM WANG DESIGN: Jackson Wang himself, she finds it hard to hide her secret. After all, she used to be a massive stan of her boss! But she's not the only one holding back...

Warnings: Swearing, degradation, sir kink, namecalling, masturbation, obsessive!Jackson, dirty talk, corruption kink?, praising, sexual fantasies, fingering, posessive!Jackson, grinding/humping by both parties, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, use of sex toys, lots of teasing, orgasm denial, breeding/impreg kink?, WILL ADD MORE AS STORY ADVANCES, PLEASE LMK IF I MISSED ANY

Your heart was pounding in your chest.

Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion.

Your legs felt heavy with each step.

Who could've thought?

Who would've dreamed?

Surely not you.

When your friends dared you to apply for the job as the personal assistant of Mr. Wang himself from Team Wang Design, who would've thought you'd actually be selected? You, just a plain young woman, fresh out from college.

You remembered vividly sitting there in the waiting room, surrounded by some of the prettiest girls you had ever seen in your life. You had been nervous before going there, but when you had sat there, surrounded by a bunch of women all probably much more capable than you were, you had somehow calmed down. Why would you be nervous anyway? It's not like you would get the job, as you had just replied to it as a dare. No, they definitely wouldn't pick you.

Except...

They did.

You had dropped your phone when they gave you the call, shattering the screen. But you didn't care. At first, you thought it was one of your friends pranking you. But after being assured several times and receiving the e-mail with the briefing, there was no way out. You HAD to believe it.

Team Wang Design had hired you as the personal assistant to Mr. Wang.

Of course, your friends had teased you about it. Threatening to show the company your old posters of their directed that you used to hang up in your dorm room above your bed. Because like most adolescent girls you had been head over heels with Jackson Wang. How could you not? An idol with the looks, the voice, the moves, and the talent. There wasn't a girl in your college who did not admire him. Though you had to admit that none of them had fangirled over him as hard as you used to.

Of course, those days were behind you. You had grown, and your obsessive fawning over the man had made way for real-life troubles and concerns that were more important.

However, being hired now, as his PERSONAL assistant. Yeah, your head was absolutely spinning.

There was no way you wouldn't screw it up. Wouldn't make a stupid mistake that would make you lose your job instantly.

But you didn't care.

Even if you would only get about an hour of working for the man you were once dreaming of every night, you would be able to die happily.

Your hand reached for the door and you noticed your fist was shaking. You took one last breath, ready to meet your downfall, and knocked.

A husky voice, one you only knew too well answered for you to come in. You opened the door and got into the room.

Sitting behind his desk, his eyes scanning one of the many designs that were laying there, was the man you once called the love of your life.

He looked up at you and your mind went blank.

His eyes were like dark pools of black night sky. His high defined cheekbones complimented his sharp jawline. His thick black eyebrows were slightly creased as he looked at you, his defined and soft looking lips slightly parted and relaxed. Then your eyes met.

Once again, you were under his spell.

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Jackson's POV

A soft knock sounded on the door.

'Come in,' I replied mindlesly. Someone came in but I paid them no mind. The drawings of the new designs were scattered on my desk. They were good but not great. Nor was the line coherent. After countless editing rounds, this was they came up with?

I sighed. This would only give me a headache.

Simply to have something else to do than staring at the disappointing designs I looked up. There was a girl standing in front of me. For a moment I wanted to ask her how she had gotten in here, as I had no idea who she was, but then I really saw her. She was wearing a suit from one of our older lines. It looked quite new for it's age. She had probably not worn it very often. Her heels were clearly new, offbrand but still expensive looking. But her hands gave her away. Her nails were slightly busted and too short. Clearly she was a biter. There were small scars and scratches here and there too and no rings nor bracelets. Her hair looked soft and had been done up with a hairclip in a simple way, and her face...

A weird feeling came over me.

I had seen so many models in my career is a designer, one even prettier than the next. Flawless skins, perfect teeth.

But this girl.

She was certainly far from perfect, face and body. But somehow, she was captivating. An unequalled beauty in her own league. And her eyes...

Her eyes seemed to be sparkling. Never had I seen such a vibrant look in anyones eyes. A fire, full of stars and joy. Desire and fierceness, and so alive...

I wanted to protect her. Needed to protect her. Needed her close to me. Needed her to touch me...

'Good morning,' I said the words without realising it.

'Good morning Mr. Wang,' the girl said. Even her voice sounded somehow magical. It was calm, but I could see her fingers twitching. Clearly she was nervous.

'My name is Y/N and I will be your new personal assistant,' she continued.

My jaws clenched together automatically.

My new personal assistant...

I could see the innocence in her eyes. The uncertainty of my acceptance of her.

Fuck.

I was going to have a hard time holding back.

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cocoaegyo · 6 months

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Babe Let Me Help You

"Y/N!!! Ni zai nali?" Jackson called out from the other room. "Huh?" You shouted back at the handsome man. "I asked where are you silly girl." Jackson responded with a small laugh. "Ni zai nali means where are you." "Oh...yeah...right..hee hee." You chuckled as you tried to remember the Mandarin he had previously taught you. "Hun, I'm in the bathroom. I'm just..." Just as the words left your mouth Jackson was already at the bathroom door entrance. His left shoulder slightly leaned on the door entrance. "Damn girl what's going on here?" He asked seductively scanning your body up and down with his eyes. You let out a nervous giggle. "It's not what you think you freak."

There you were lying on the plush bathroom rug. Legs wide open with nothing on but your padded bra. At this point, Jackson didn't care what you were doing, all he wanted right now was to feel your warm wet entrance on his swollen member. He took a step closer to you. "I'm tryna shave my puss Jackson, but I can't seem to get the hair from the inner lips." You pouted. Teaslily, you spread open you lips. Jackson didn't care about the extra pubic hairs that were sticking out on your inner lips. He wanted you. He wanted to taste you. Devour you. Like you were his last meal. He slowly sat on his knees, inching his face closer to your wet core. "Hmmm does these little hairs bother you?" He asked puzzled as to why a girl as sexy as you would be troubled by a teeny tiny imperfection. "Yeah." You said in a high pitched tone. Right now you were putting on your best Aegyo. "Daddy...I needs help." Jackson chuckled at your cuteness. He loved when you started to act all cute for him. He leaned over to your right side and grabbed the shaving razor that was next to you. "A'ight babe let me help you."

#jackson wang fanfic #jackson wang #got7 jackson #got7 fluff #jackson wang fluff

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shinsukenaka80 · 9 months

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#Jackson Wang #team wang #got7 #jackson wang x reader #h.e.r.#jackson wang fanfic

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christinesolstice · 1 year

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When the Whole World Stops

Chapter 2: Jackson's Move and Fallon's Mood

Summary:

Fallon, fighting a hangover, finds herself awake early and standing in line at a cafe.

Jackson finds himself at the same cafe and realizes that Fallon is the one he can't get out of his head.

Fallon slowly regained her consciousness very early the next morning.

Groaning against the throbbing pain in her head, a sure sign that she was going to have at least a small hangover today. She tried to open her sleep-swollen eyes, blinking rapidly in the morning sunlight that was streaming in between the hotel room curtains. Closing her eyes once again Fallon scooted down into the pile of blankets, relishing in how fluffy and comfortable the bed was.

This was not Fallon and Alicia’s first time going to a concert in Chicago, the last time Alicia had drug Fallon to a Monsta X concert, which if Fallon was honest with herself, was absolutely amazing! (Not to mention that the member, Kihyun, was…well.. absolutely stunning.)

The last time they stayed in Chicago they had stayed at this same hotel and while it was great, there had been a mix-up in the room and instead of a room with two beds, they were booked into a single room with a double bed. This time, however, they were able to successfully secure a room with two queen beds and Fallon felt like she had died and gone to heaven, not sure of when the last time was that she had slept this well. Although, the drinks they had before bed probably helped the sleeping if Fallon wanted to be truthful about it.

Fallon squeezed her eyes tight, trying her hardest to get a few more hours of sleep, judging by the position of the sun, it still looked really early. After about ten minutes Fallon looked at the clock on the bedside table and saw that it was a little after 6 in the morning. Fallon huffed and threw the covers back, the need to pee overcoming the sleepiness and driving it away from her.

Fallon climbed out of bed, stretched her arms high above her head, feeling her back pop as she leaned side to side.

Walking to the bathroom, she glanced over at her best friend who was still out cold in her own bed, hair everywhere and drool pooling on the pillow. Alicia was a lightweight when it came to drinking and as much as they drank last night, Fallon wouldn’t be surprised if Alicia slept the entire day.

Fallon finished using the bathroom and went to the sink to wash her hands, grimacing at the face that was looking back at her. Fallon had miraculously remembered to take her makeup off before bed but because of the alcohol, her face was puffy and swollen and a little splotchy. Fallon decided that since she was wide awake, she would go ahead and shower before Alicia woke up.

Feeling the hot water pound against her skull and back, Fallon moaned in appreciation, she really wished that she could get the water to hit this hard at her apartment. Fallon stayed in the shower much longer than she should have and only decided to get out because she could hear her sister’s ringtone coming from her phone.

Fallon slowly clambered out of the shower, quickly dried off, wrapping her towel around her body and one around her hair. Fallon quickly walked to where her phone was plugged in on the nightstand, passing Alicia’s snoring form still stretched out in the exact same position. Fallon checked her phone and realized that she had three missed called from her sister, Hannah. Fallon sat down on her bed and dialed her sister’s number while she started rubbing her lotion onto her dry skin.

“Hey sis!” Hannah answered quickly, “You doing okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good. Hungover but good.” Fallon chuckled.

“Okay, I was just wanting to check on you after your four minute long rambling voice message that you sent last night.”

Fallon paused completely with what she was doing,

“Four….minute…message??” Hannah laughed over the phone,

“OOOHHHHH YEAH. It was a little over four minutes. You sounded wasted, girl!”

Fallon cackled, “Oh god, I’m going to have to listen to that later. Please tell me I didn’t say anything extremely embarrassing.”

She could hear a sound that sounded like Hannah tapping something against her chin. “Not too embarrassing.. although you talked a lot about some guys ass.”

“What!” Fallon shot up, sitting up straight and looking horrified. “Whose ass???”

“How am I supposed to know?” Hannah asked incredulously. “All you kept saying was some guy high up at the concert had an amazing ass, and then I could hear you and Alicia both cracking up.”

Suddenly realization hit Fallon as she remembered the man she saw walking to the VIP section.

“I remember now, girl yes, he had an amazing ass.”

“Ohhhhhh. Did you get a number?” Hannah asked teasingly.

Fallon rolled her eyes, “You and I both know that I’m not brave enough to ask some random person for their number.”

“Chicken.” Hanna said, causing Fallon to roll her eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. It can’t be helped though!”

“So do you have time to tell me about the concert?” Hannah asked. Fallon looked over at her best friend who had rolled into a ball, still snoring.

“Alicia is knocked out, so I definitely have time.”

~*~

By the time Fallon hung up with her sister it was already a little past 8AM and Fallon’s stomach was growling like crazy.

She walked over and flopped down onto the bed beside Alicia, grabbed one of the pillows and started beaming her best friend in the side.

“Wake up, heifer!” I’m so hungry that I could dieeeeee.” Fallon complained.

Alicia grimaced and tried to roll away a little, “Then eat something,” she mumbled against the blanket.

“Bruh, we said we wanted to go check out that morning café that everyone is bragging about. We were going to go TOGETHER. Now come on!” Fallon said and started hitting her best friend again.

Alicia swung her arm back, trying to hit Fallon but Fallon ducked out of the way, laughing.

“Go get food and bring me it.” Alicia mumbled again. Fallon rolled her eyes and sat up on the bed.

“Really? Is that really what you want me to do?” Alicia nodded and clutched a pillow to her chest, nuzzling into it.

“Mhm. The café breakfast things. Mhm.”

Fallon sighed and climbed off of the bed, “Fine, BUT you have to be awake and ready when I get back, we have things to do today!”

Alicia just waved her off pulled the blankets up over her head.

Fallon’s head was still killing her so she took a few ibuprofen and then proceeded to get dressed for the day. Still feeling the effects of the hangover, she opted for her largest black baggy hoodie, black leggings and black combat boots.

She sent for an Uber from her phone and made her way down to the lobby. Stepping out of the hotel, she breathed in the early morning air and shivered from the slight chill, shoving her hands inside of her pockets for warmth.

The drive to the café, Morning Sun Bakery, took less than ten minutes but as they pulled up Fallon could see that the line not only came out of the door, but it also went around the building. Fallon groaned at her rotten luck but got out anyway, thanking her driver and leaving him a generous tip on the app.

Fallon walked until she found the end of the line, right behind a small family of four who had a four year old and a toddler. Fallon noticed the little girl peeking behind her Mother’s leg at her and Fallon smiled and waved, the little girl shyly waved back. The little girl kept taking peeks at Fallon and soon the toddler was bouncing in his dad’s arms, babbling away to Fallon as well, pointing from one thing to the next.

The mom smiled thankfully at Fallon, “Thank you for being so nice to Gracie and Thomas, I’m sorry if they are bothering you.”

Fallon shook her head, smiling at the Mother. “Oh no, it’s no problem at all. Your kids are so cute!”

“It’s because they take after me,” the dad cackled at his own joke.

The mom rolled her eyes playfully, “Ignore him, he hasn’t eaten yet and his delusions are kicking in.” Fallon laughed so hard as the couple began playfully arguing back and forth.

The line slowly, very slowly, moved forward.

Fallon and the couple, whose names she learned where Catherine and Chance, talked the whole time they stood in line. Fallon had learned that the small family was in Chicago because Catherine’s father had passed away rom cancer.

“I’m so sorry to hear that..” Fallon said sincerely and sadly.

Fallon had worked as a Hospice aid for four years so she knew, first hand, the struggle that families went through when having a family ember on Hospice.

Catherine nodded and looked down at Thomas in her husband’s arms, smiling sadly, “Thank you, I really do appreciate that. I’m just glad we were able to be here before he passed. We didn’t know if we could come at first, money has been tight since Covid hit and Chance lost his job but.. we were able to scrambled the money together. We decided to come to the café today before driving home, as a little pick-me up gift to ourselves.”

Fallon nodded thoughtfully and playfully tugged on Gracie’s little pigtail, who had attached herself to Fallon’s leg.

“This breakfast here is supposed to be amazing, so I hope it’s a wonderful gift to yourself,” she said smiling.

Chance shuffled a whiney Thomas to his other hip, “I just hope that the line moved quickly, the kids are starting to get hungry and whiney.”

Catherine laughed and kissed her husbands cheek, “Not to mention you are as well.”

~*~

“48…..49…..50.”

Jackson pushed himself to his knees, cutting his pushups short, he just wasn’t feeling it. Jackson stood up and started stretching out his tired muscles, trying to get his tired body feeling awake.

Jackson couldn’t get the woman that he saw at the concert out of his mind. He had even had a dream about her. In his dream he was running through a huge house that was full of random hallways and twists and turns. Every time he would come around a corner, he would see her but when he would chase her, she would suddenly appear behind him, kiss his neck and then disappear again. Jackson woke from the dream sweating, breathing hard and extremely hard.

He had flopped back against the bed and stared up at the ceiling, gripping himself firmly. Jackson brought himself off in one of the best orgasms he had in a while. Jackson laid in the bed and stared up at the ceiling, “What the hell…” When was the last time he had gotten like this over someone? Let alone someone he had not even come close to meeting.

Jackson had pulled himself from the bed after that, threw on some workout clothes and hit the gym, planning to work her right out of his head. However, this plan didn’t work. Jackson just found himself thinking about her the entire time he was running on the treadmill.

“Mr. Wang..”

Jackson was startled out of his thoughts and turned to find his assistant, Daria, standing behind him.

“Oh, sorry, I was lost in my thoughts. Good Morning.” He said and bowed his head slightly to her.

Daria handed him a towel to wipe his sweat off on. “I cleared your schedule for the day, like you asked, so for the moment, there is nothing that you need to do today aside from your dinner with Mark this evening.”

Jackson nodded his thanks, taking the towel and rubbing his face with it. “Thank you. Have you eaten yet?” Darla found herself blushing and tucked her hair behind her ear.

“No I haven’t, not yet..” Jackson nodded.

“Mark was telling me about this café that supposed to be the talk of the town, Morning Sun Bakery, I think. Would you like to go there? I feel like I could use a coffee and something that’s not part of my diet.”

An hour later found Jackson’s driver pulling up to the sidewalk of the bakery, the line extending out of the shop and around the corner.

"Wow, it really must be popular,” Jackson said, starting to open the door with his manager started calling his phone.

Daria took her purse and opened the door, “Go ahead and take the phone call Mr. Wand. I ordered ahead for us so I will just pop in and grab our things.” Jackson smiled appreciatively.

“You’re the best Dar.” He used his pet name for her.

Daria smiled and climbed out of the car.

~*~

Fallon's stomach was growling constantly and she could feel her hanger start to set it.

Thomas had started crying from being hungry and Gracie had started whining non-stop. Their poor parents where trying their best to console them as they moved closer and closer to the counter. Fallon bent down and tugged and Gracie’s pigtail again.

“Look kiddo,” Fallon said to the little girl, “You’re mom and dad are next in line ad then you get to eat allllllllll the food your little tummy can handle! Sounds good right?"

Gracie nodded her head enthusiastically and Catherine mouthed a "thank you”, passing Thomas back to his Dad.

Chance had just stepped up to the counter when a woman with dark hair rudely pushed him to the side.

“What the-‘ he started, Catherine gasping.

Catherine leaned towards the woman, “I’m sorry miss, but it’s our turn in line.”

The woman turned and rolled her eyes at the parents and Fallon immediately felt her anger start to rise.

The woman immediately started telling the worker her order and the worker tried to sooth the situation.

“I’m sorry ma’am, but we have a line of people waiting to order, you’re going to have to get in the back of line.” The worker turned to Chance and Catherine. “I am so sorry about this, please, continue with your order.”

The woman cut in front of Chance again, “I don’t care about a line, I’m here and I’m going to order. Now, what I need is..”

The woman wasn’t able to finish saying her order because Fallon had stepped forward, grabbed the woman’s bag and pulled her to the side.

“Look, I understand that you are unable to grasp the basic concept of human decency, but this family had been waiting in line for a long time and their kids are starving. So YOU need to go to the back of the line where you belong. Do us all a favor and so better.”

The woman snatched bag out of Fallon’s grasp and glared at her. “Who the hell do you think you are to talk to me that way?”

Fallon shrugged, I’m just someone who is trying to be a decent human.

The woman rolled her eyes and put her hands on her hips, “Bitch please. You’re just wanting to show more food down your fat face. And anyways, if you knew who I was getting this food for then you might not be such a little whiney bitch.”

People in the line had started to gawk at the two of the women in the front arguing with each other. Fallon let the insults roll right off of her shoulders.

“I don’t give a fuck who you’re getting that food for, it could be the damn pope himself and I still wouldn’t care. The fact of the matter is simply: This kids are hungry, they were there before you and they WILL order before you. You can’t stop them.”

The women stood toe-to-toe, glaring at each other.

“Uh… what’s going on here? Daria? I thought you had ordered ahead?” The woman’s face paled and looked at the person behind Fallon’s shoulder.

“For your information, this café does NOT do call in orders.” Fallon said angrily, whipped herself around to come face-to-face with non other than Jackson Wang.

~*~

Jackson was frozen in place.

The woman he could not get out of his head was standing in front of him, in the flesh. Not only standing in front of him but talking to him. Well.. more like yelling at him.

Jackson shook his head to snap himself back to reality and focused on the angry woman in front of him.

“I’m so sorry,” he said to her quickly, hoping to ease her anger. “I’m not sure what happened between my assistant and you but I’m sure we can work this out.”

Fallon snorted derisively. “What happened was that your snotty little assistant tried to cut in line in front of this family whose kids have been waiting to eat breakfast for close to an hour now. And when we tried to explain that she needed to get in line, she tried to bully her way into through. So THAT’S what happened.”

Jackson turned a surprised look to Daria who blushed and looked down at her feet.

“I’m sorry Mr. Wang, I was just trying to make sure that you got what you needed since you haven’t been feeling too well today.

‘Oh, please, what a load of shit,’ Fallon thought to herself.

Jackson rubbed the back of his neck with his hand, “We will have to talk about this later Daria.”

He turned to Fallon, noticing how absolutely beautiful she was up close.

“I’m so sorry about this….” Fallon sighed,

“Fallon”

‘Even her name is amazing’ Jackson thought to himself.

“Fallon.. I am deeply sorry," Jackson bowed, “Please allow me to buy your breakfast to make up for it.”

“No,” Fallon answered without a second thought.

“No?” Jackson asked in surprise, his heart sinking at her refusal.

Fallon shook her head, “No. If you want to make up for it, then buy this family’s breakfast.”

Catherine shook her head and stepped forward, “You really don’t have to do that,” Catherine said politely.

Fallon waved Catherine away. “It’s okay Cathy, this is Jackson Wang, he can definitely afford to buy your breakfast, trust me..”

Jackson stepped forward and held out his card for the employee.

"To apologize for what happened and for causing so much trouble, please put the orders of everyone who is in line in the building on my card.”

The employee's mouth dropped open and a cheer rang throughout the café.

Jackson smiled at everyone and turned to smile at Fallon who only looked away and crossed her arms over her chest. Jackson felt his heart constrict a little bit.

‘This can’t happen,’ he thought to himself. ‘I found her again and now this happened…. I can’t let it end like this.’

He cleared his through and Fallon purposely ignored him.

He shuffled his way into her line of vision and she turned her head to look in a different direction.

“You’re really stubborn aren’t you?” he asked out loud, not actually intending to let the words come out of his mouth.

Fallon slowly turned her head to him and looked him up and down,

“It’s not that I’m stubborn, I’m just hangry and I’m fighting a killer hangover.”

Jackson nodded and stepped closer to her. “Maybe I could help with that.”

Fallon raised an eyebrow. “In what way?”

Jackson smirked flirtatiously and leaned in, “Have dinner with me tonight.”

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