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jae-bummer · 1 year

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Give Me That Chance

Request: Good morning! If requests are still open, can I get #17 with Jackson Wang please? Thank you for all your writing efforts and allowing us to submit ideas. ♥️

Prompt:

17) Your friend (who is already dating one of the members) sets you up with your bias.

Pairing: Got7 Jackson x Reader

Genre: Fluff

"Try on the pants, Y/N," your friend, Cass, hissed from across the clothing rack.

"I don't even like pants," you muttered, flipping quickly through the bell bottoms she had been trying to talk you into.

"Fine," she sighed. "What about this top?"

She held up something much smaller and slinkier than you would normally wear, causing you to make a face.

"Why not try something new?" she beckoned. "It's much more fun than what your brain is telling you it is."

"How would you know that?" you hummed. "My brain is very convincing."

Cass paused with a huff to check her phone. Looking back up at you, she lifted a brow. "You have approximately ten minutes to find something and try it on."

"Why ten minutes?" you asked, looking up in confusion. If you remembered correctly, you had both cleared your calendars for the day to spend some time together.

"Yugy-" she started, but you immediately scoffed.

"You're really bailing on me for Yugyeom?" you sighed. While a small ember of anger sat heavily in your gut, you understood on some level. With his unconventional job and complicated schedules, Cass had to take what time she could. It still didn't make the burn sting any less.

"Not bailing," she said, tilting her head. "You are more than welcome to join us-"

"No thank you," you nodded. If you had to awkwardly stand by while they swapped spit again, you would simply vomit on both of them.

"You're not going to be a third wheel if that's what you're thinking."

Of course that was what you were thinking.

"Jacks-"

You lifted a hand. "I'll stop you there."

"Oh come oooon," she groaned, following you as you walked away from the pants you hadn't wanted anyway. "If you just gave him a chance."

"He has one volume, Cass," you said, spinning around. "And it's loud."

"You've just never been around him in a nice, calm setting," she coaxed.

"Because you've only ever invited me to parties he's hosted," you said with an eye roll. "Why is he hosting so many parties anyway?"

She shrugged.

"I know he means well," you nodded. "He's just...a lot."

"Maybe you could use a lot," she sighed. "Haven't you ever thought of pushing your own boundaries? Having someone who could be a safe place for you AND provide encouragement when you were presented with opportunities that you weren't necessarily comfortable with?"

You blinked at her, trying to formulate a response. She wasn't totally off base, and you couldn't help but be annoyed by it.

Wiggling her brows, she lifted up the top you had hoped she abandoned. "Be a little reckless, Y/N."

Groaning, you snatched the garment from her. "Fine."

You pulled helplessly at the crisscrossing straps of the shirt you were wearing. It was complicated and took you at least ten minutes to figure out how to wear (based solely on trial and error). Now that you were in it, you couldn't lie to yourself. It was hot.

"Cass?" you called from the dressing room. "Do you want to see?"

After waiting for a few seconds in silence, you gripped the curtain door and slid it open.

"Well, damn," a voice that you weren't expecting growled.

Your eyes grew wide as you stared at someone you hadn't expected to see so soon. Jackson.

Squeaking, you stepped backward and yanked the curtain closed.

"Good to see you too," he chuckled.

You remained still, wrapping your arms around yourself protectively. Where was Cass?

"If it's not too much of an intrusion," Jackson chimed, pulling at the curtain. You looked up, scandalized, but quickly calmed as you saw he had a hand covering his eyes. "I would really like to stare at you a little longer in that."

You closed your eyes and scoffed. He was impossible, but you appreciated the ask for consent. Letting out a calming exhale, you opened your eyes again and dropped your arms.

Peeking through a gap he made in his fingers, he let out a low whistle. "Y/N, I didn't realize you could even look like that."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" you snapped, mildly offended but not entirely sure for what reason.

"I didn't mean it negatively!" he laughed, putting his hands up between the two of you. "I've just never seen you dressed in anything like this before."

"Jackson," you groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose. "Why are you here and what have you done with Cass?"

"Cass invited me here," he grinned. "She said you wanted to shop, but she had a dinner thing planned with Yugyeom."

Traitor.

"If my vote matters at all," he hummed, still unable to take his eyes off of you. "We should invest in that top."

Not long after you had closed the "door" of the dressing room, Jackson appeared at least another five times, announcing his presence with a "psst." Throwing clothes at you with each visit, it wasn't long before you were convinced you had modeled every piece of clothing the store had to offer.

Including the pants you had wanted nothing to do with.

After every outfit change and minutes of prolonged complaining, Jackson was generous with his compliments. When he didn't particularly like a style, he made sure to praise your own appearance and make sure you didn't feel like your body was the issue.

It was honestly one of the sweetest and most fun experiences you had ever had.

Once it was all over, he had even pulled his wallet out to pay. After a heated whisper-shout conversation at the counter, he eventually gave in only when you said you would get ice cream with him afterwards (and allow for him to treat of course).

...

You begrudgingly held the shopping bag at your side and held an ice cream cone in your opposite hand.

"This is so fun," Jackson smiled, walking happily beside you. It was difficult to be grumpy with someone so positive fluttering around you, but you were still a little irritated with the ambush.

"Mmm," you grumbled, licking the ice cream before it started to dribble down your hand.

"What flavor did you get?" he asked. Before you could answer, he took a bite out of the top of your scoop.

"Jacks!" you gasped, trying to decide if his action was gross or amusing. You guessed it depended on his oral hygiene.

"Mm chocolate chip cookie dough," he nodded. "Solid choice."

You let out a surprised, but small chuckle.

"Want some?" he asked, tilting his own ice cream your way.

"I'm good," you smirked, shaking your head.

"Suit yourself," he sighed, taking another long lick. "It's cream cheese and it's delicious."

Against your better judgement, you found yourself staring a little too hard at Jackson's actions. Sure, you had always taken him as Yugyeom's annoying friend, but you couldn't deny just how attractive he was. His focus in the direction of his ice cream cone only amplified that.

Get yourself together, Y/N.

Finally shaking the embarrassingly sexy cobwebs from your mind, you looked up to find Jackson watching you, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"What?" you croaked.

"You sure you don't want a taste?" he prodded, a slow smile spreading across his lips.

You weren't entirely certain if he was still talking about the ice cream or not.

"No thank you," you tried to say calmly, but felt your voice crack on the words.

Chuckling to himself, he motioned toward the opposite end of the food court. "Do you see them?"

Narrowing your eyes, you tried to pay attention to the couple he pointed out. They were a little older than you, both staring at each other lovingly over a romantic meal of Subway.

"I do."

"What do you think their story is?"

You shook your head and looked at Jackson again. "What do you mean?"

"Are you telling me you've never made-up backstories for complete strangers before?" he asked, lifting his brows.

"I-well, not-" you stuttered. You supposed you had, but it had never been pointed out so plainly before.

"There are so many joys in this life you have yet to experience," Jackson clucked, taking your mumbling as a "no." "I'm glad we're on this date so I can show you."

"This isn't a date," you said, rushing the words out.

Patting your knee with his free hand, he looked at you knowingly.

Shit, this was kind of a date now, wasn't it?

"Now, back to business," he insisted. "Tell me what you think about the guy."

Letting out a sigh, you decided to play his game. "I dunno. Clean cut, good looking, probably makes okay money."

"Now that we've established that you do have eyes and can see out of them," he laughed. "Tell me what you think about him, Y/N. What does he do in his spare time? Do you think that's his only girlfriend?"

"I'm sorry, what?" you gasped. "Why wouldn't it be?"

"While I'm a monogamous creature myself," he hummed. "Most guys around our age are not."

You furrowed your brow, trying to see across the food court to get a better look at the guy. "You know, he does kind of look like a dick."

"My thoughts exactly," he laughed. "I bet he works in Sales at his company. He thinks he's the hot shot. This girl works at the office with him and he finally sweet talked her into casually hanging out this weekend."

Jackson grinned from ear to ear before turning toward you. In the course of your conversation, you had both finished your food. "Now here's a question."

You crossed your arms, fixing him with a stare. Trying not to smile, you nodded your head, waiting to hear more commentary.

"What would people say if they were giving us a backstory?"

Your heart fluttered at the question. Opening your mouth to rush out something sarcastic, you paused. The way he looked at you was so open. You knew you had snubbed him so many times before, did he really deserve your attitude now?

"You first," you said quietly.

"Well," he started, making a show of assessing you, then himself. "I see a guy who has liked someone since the moment he met them."

Your mouth popped into an "o" shape of surprise. You knew Jackson harbored what you assumed was a schoolyard crush on you, but you had never considered taking him seriously. How could you when he was the definition of unseriousness?

He watched your reaction, his own expression unreadable. "And that someone is giving themselves every reason they can think of not to like him back."

You took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. He wasn't wrong.

"Good assessment," you cringed.

During all of this talking, you weren't sure when your annoyance morphed into enjoyment. You instantly acknowledged Jackson being the cause for that change.

"So why is that?" he asked, tilting his head. "What's there not to like?"

"Do you really want the answer to that?" you teased.

"Okay, maybe not," he laughed. "I know when I'm pressing my luck and I don't really want hurt feelings today."

"Jacks," you sighed, shaking your head. A mental switch had flipped. "I guess I've never really given you a chance, have I?"

"Not even a tiny one," he smiled. He was so good natured; you weren't sure why he would even continue to try with you.

"What if..." you said slowly, trying to find your courage. "What if maybe I gave you a chance?"

He lifted his brows. It was your time to surprise him.

"A chance?" he said quietly. "Really? Outside of playing dress up? Outside of you watching me sensually lick-"

"Jackson!" you laughed, putting your hand on his knee to stop him. "This chance is fading quickly."

Jackson glanced down at where you touched him. Just as you were about to pull away, he set his hand atop of yours and interlaced your fingers. "Okay, okay."

His smiled was the biggest you had ever seen, especially considering you had witnessed him happily drunk on many occasions.

"Give me that chance."

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midnightstay-blog · 2 months

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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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sea-moon-star · 1 year

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La Dolce Vita || JW

Pairing: Jackson Wang x f.reader

Genre: Fluff, Boyfriend!Jackson

WC: 0.5k

Summary: 11.15am (Grocery Shopping)

A/N: Thanks to BuzzFeed Thirst Tweets & Complex Snacked for providing top tier Jackson content hehe. Totally inspired by real events, this is me being accurate af lmao. 🌊🌙⭐️

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11.15am (Grocery Shopping)

Dating Jackson meant that you treasured every moment you had together. Owing to his busy schedule, even having him to yourself for an hour felt like a luxury. But often he had chores piled up that needed to be done in that same one hour. And so you'll had made it into a habit to do the most routine things together- from visiting the laundromat to cleaning the house. And he loved doing these domestic things with you, as he was able to shed the skin of being the famous star- Jackson Wang and instead was just Wang Jiaer around you. It meant doing most things together- with puppy Wang following you around everywhere you went. But grocery shopping was the one time you'll split up completely. He turns to the left aisle, you to the right aisle.

Jackson's grocery list

Almond Milk (1 carton)

Pasture raised eggs (2 dozen)

Avocados 3

Zucchini 1

Squash 1

Kale 1

Bell Peppers 3

Broccoli 2

Onions 6

Garlic (more is always better)

Extra lean (90%) beef 1

Salmon 1

Y/N's grocery list

Ramen (nongshim spicy red)

Whole Wheat Bread

Penne Pasta

Parmesan Cheese

Potatoes

Onions

Garlic (more is always better)

Tomatoes

Mushrooms

Chillies

Coke

Clearly, one could see how your food choices could be simply described as veg-junk-spicy and his as non veg-organic-bland. You'll were poles apart, in your palates and had made your peace with the fact. With you, wearing a mask everytime he cooked something that gave off a pungent smell while he rolled his eyes & refused to kiss you when you'd just eaten something spicy that led to your skin feeling on fire.

But before you made it to the cash counter, you smiled at the oppositely laid out carts as you noticed some things in his cart that belonged to you & vice versa. Snacks & desserts held the key to both your hearts. In his cart were your all time favourites- choco pie, lindt & nutella. And you'd curated a list of his childhood treats from China such as rabbit milk candy, shanzha & sunflower seeds.

You knew each other's preferences perfectly & had managed to rub off the taste on the other as well. You could tell in the way he smiled, a grin stretching from ear to ear that he was pleased with your decisions & you chuckled fondly, seeing that he had managed to remember your cravings.

"You do realize we've both picked the cereal and ice cream?" You giggled & said.

"Never too much of those, am I right?" He replied as he shrugged & walked forward to pay the bill as you shook your head & followed him, interlinking your hand into his as he squeezed your hand tight. And while he made small talk with the cashier, you captured a mental snapshot of this perfect little outing, for this was just as joyful and memorable as any other grand date you'd been on. Life with your boyfriend was truly "La Dolce Vita"- a sweet boy, with a sweet tooth & a shopping bag filled with sweets.

"Why so impatient, princess?" He asked as he noticed you tapping your feet & nudging him with your elboe to rush things along. So you smirked & whispered softly in his ear, "I'm just eager to go home & eat some ice cream. Preferably off your abs, like that genius Ahgase suggested in the BuzzFeed thirst tweets video."

"Should've known it was you!! Why go to such great lengths when you could've just asked babe." He crooned back, his gaze so sultrily that you were worried he'd devour you right then & there. And you stood there frozen, as red as the Hawthorne berries in your hand. Waiting & bidding the time, till you finally got home.

Jackson & Y/N's grocery list

Big white rabbit creamy candy

Roasted sunflower seeds (spiced flavor)

Shanzha (dried hawthorne berries)

Lotte Choco Pie

Nutella

Lindt Liquor Chocolates

BR Bavarian Chocolate Ice Cream

Kellogg's Frosted Flakes

THE END. 🌊🌙⭐️

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iamyoursinblog · 1 year

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개새끼 (gaesaekki)

Pairing: Jackson Wang x Reader

Genre: smut

Word Count: 1,2 k

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Jackson grabbed your hand as he pulled you into the bathroom. “Do you think I didn’t notice the way you look at me when you think no one sees” Jackson chuckled, making you freeze with your mouth open. “Especially your boyfriend”

"Are you crazy?" your face turn pale. “Yes, I am!” Jackson chuckled, nodding his head as he took a step towards you. “I'm going crazy every time when I see you fucking me with your eyes!” Jackson closed his eyes as he took a deep breath, "I'm going crazy because I want to fuck my best friend's girlfriend" Jackson bared his teeth at your shocked gaze, Jackson took off his shirt and threw it on the floor, his cock twitching in pants as your cheeks turned red. "One more step and I'll scream!" you said as you leaned back against the wall. “I promise that you will. My cock will make you scream with pleasure” Jackson chuckled. “I'm dating Jinyoung! Madman!!! Do you even know what you’re doing right now?!” you growled “I'm going to be a scumbag for my best friend?” he asked, and his smile widened. “But if Jinyoung doesn’t find out about this, then it won’t hurt him, right?” Jackson laughed as you pushed him hard. “Yeah, okay,” Jackson shook his head, laughing softly. “You can keep playing the shy girl who doesn’t want to fuck me.” Jackson pressed your hands against the wall above your head. “You can swear and tell me to stop…” Jackson moved closer to your "I know you want it as much as I do, my naughty little slut" Jackson pressed you against the wall with his body, pressing his hard cock into your lower abdomen. He almost laughed when you exhaled loudly, and your skin was covered with goosebumps. Jackson ran his tongue down your neck, and you trembled in his captivity. "You can keep pretending you don't dream about my cock sliding into your wet pussy, making moans escape your sweet lips," Jackson moaned biting your ear, rubbing his cock against your belly. You forcefully pushed him away when you couldn't hold the soft moan that escaped your lips. "Jerk!" you growled as you took a step towards the exit. Jackson growled as he grabbed your hand. He pressed you with your stomach onto the surface near the sink. "Liar!" he growled. "I'll let you go and never cross the line again if you're not horny right now" he unbuttoned your jeans, sliding his hand into your panties. "Jackson!" you almost suffocated as his fingers slid into your wet pussy. “Just look at that flowing pussy,” laughed Jackson. “It needs me so much!” Jackson pulled your jeans down your legs as he squatted down. He stretched your folds as he ran his tongue over your crotch. He pushed his tongue into your hole, making you moan. His tongue circled your clit, making your thighs tremble. “Shit…fuck me.” Jackson froze as a silent plea escaped your lips. He wasn't even entirely sure if it was in his head or for real. He stood up, meeting your gaze in the reflection of the mirror. “Repeat it,” he growled. He wanted to be sure it wasn't his fantasy. “Now!” You looked down, muttering under your breath. He wrapped your hair around his fist, pulling your head back, pressing your back against his chest. "I said… repeat!" he ordered while glaring at you in the mirror. “Fuck me!” you said. "Say it!" Jackson squeezed your neck, sinking his teeth into your skin. “Say you want my cock to fuck your wet pussy. Tell me that you dreamed about it every time you undressed me with your eyes, sitting in the arms of your boyfriend! Tell me that riding Jinyoung's cock, I was in your mind too!" He growled low as he got rid of his pants. “Jackson” you breathed out his name as he thrust his cock into your pussy. "Yes exactly." He fucked you hard, making his name fly from your lips with every thrust. He growled out of you as you turned your head away again as he tried to kiss you. "Do not play with me!" Jackson growled as he pushed you hard against the wall.

“Don't even think, Jackson!” you held out your hand to stop him. “I can fuck you but not kiss you. Is that what you want to say?" he raised an eyebrow at you. “It belongs only to him!” you said. Your words were spoken with such seriousness that it made him take a step back. Your words made his blood boil with anger. He grabbed your shirt and threw you to the floor before lunging at you. He put you on your knees in front of him, thrusting hard into your pussy. He fucked you ruthlessly, taking out his anger at you for your words that hit him like a slap, reminding him of what a bastard he became with every thrust into your pussy. “Just look how much you like my cock, my little slut!” he left a hard slap on your ass as your pussy squeezed his cock. He was on the verge of orgasm, just like you. You covered your mouth with your hand, muffling your moan when you finished. He fell on you, sinking his teeth into your shoulder, cumming inside you. “Remember it well how good you felt on my cock” Jackson chuckled. You pushed him away before getting off the floor. You quickly put on your jeans while he lay on the floor laughing at you. “First you ask me to fuck you, and now you pretend that you didn’t just moan while my cock was deep in you” You froze in front of the door at his words. He chuckled as he saw your jaw tighten. “Will you moan like that when Jinyoung will fuck you tonight?” he asked, getting up from the floor. “I hope my name doesn't accidentally slip off your lips while Jinyoung's cock slides into your tight pussy,” Jackson laughed. You walked out of the bathroom without looking at him.

. . . One week later. . . .

He was surprised to see a drunken Jinyoung sitting on the kitchen floor next to an almost empty bottle of whiskey. “What the fuck…” Jinyoung groaned, running his hand over his face in complete desperation, throwing the phone on the floor. "What's happened?" asked Jackson, coming closer. “Hyung… I don't understand… I don't understand anything…” Jinyoung shook his head meeting Jackson's gaze. Jackson recoiled as he saw Jinyoung's eyes filled with tears. “Why is she..” Jinyoung covered his face with his hands sobbing. “Jinyoung…” Jackson's voice was no more than a whisper. He was completely shocked by Jinyoung's condition… Did you really tell Jinyoung everything. “She just left me, sending a message that she cheated on me. Hyung…” Jinyoung could barely speak while sobbing. Jackson practically fell to the floor at his words. “Jinyoung… I…” “Hyung, I love her more than life, I don't care even if it's true…” Jinyoung shook his head. “A week ago, she pulled away from me when I tried to hug her after a dorm party. Then I heard her crying in the bathroom for half the night… And in the morning, she just packed her things and left before I even woke up." Jinyoung looked at Jackson. "Hyung, but can this really be true? I love her so much.. .” The pain in Jinyoung's voice made Jackson's heart shatter into a million pieces…

What did he done?..

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#got7 #got7 x reader #jackson x reader #got7 jackson #got7 jinyoung #Jackson x you #Jackson x y/n #got7 x you #got7 x y/n #jackson wang #got7 jackson wang #got7 park jinyoung #park jinyoung #got7 angst #jinyoung

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markliving · 3 months

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MASTERLIST

That's my masterlist, some things are a little older and I don't write for them anymore, like BTS. My question is not open for now and i do not write nsfw.

All the titles will be posted, i just need translated them. And remembering, english is not my firt language.

masterpost | who do i write |

GOT7

mark tuan

one-shot

let snow - mark tuan x f!reader, friends to lovers, fluff, a little of angst |

your favorite song - mark tuan x reader, fluff |

series

til' the road and sky align - mark tuan x f!reader, stable relationship, travel, fluff, angst | ongoin

im jaebeom (jay b)

one-shot

ghost of you - jayb x f!reader, hurt/no comfort, angst | based in "ghost of you" by 5 seconds of summer

jackson wang

one-shot

my star - jackson x oc!star, fluff and happiness |

there are good witches, you know? - jackson x f!reader, magic, fantasy, fluff | 1585 words

park jinyoung

one-shot

lie to me - park jinyoung x f!reader, drama, happy ending? |

BTS

min yoongi

one-shot

better man - yoongi x f!reader, fluff | based in "better man" by 5 seconds of summer

unforgettable - yoongi x f!reader, fluff, stable relationship, travel, fluff |

Stremers/Youtubers

quackity

one-shot

corrector cursed - cc!quackity x f!reader, use of his real name, just fluff |

series

be the poet and i will be your soldier - quackity x reader, lawyers!au, enemies to lovers, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort | ongoing

↳ one | two | three | four | five

Harry Potter (marauders era)

sirius black

one-shot

five of september of 1978 - sirius black x f!reader, angst, hurt/no comfort, but a happy end?? | 657 words

behind the portrait - sirius black x f!reader, angst, hurt/comfort, stable relationship |

Top Gun: Maverick

jake seresin

one-shot

meet me in the pale moon - jake seresin x f!reader, fluff, drama |

Football

son heung-min

one-shot

strawberry - son heung-min x f!reader, just fluff |

Marvel

bucky barnes

one-shot

after you - bucky barnes x m!reader, angst, fluff, happy ending

jason tood

one-shot

a kiss heals everything - jason tood x f!reader, just fluff | 1076 words

One Piece

portgas d. ace

one-shot

special day - ace x f!reader, fluff |

roronoa zoro

one-shot

reunions - roronoa zoro x f!reader, after marineford, angst, happy ending, fluff |

Jujutsu Kaisen

gojo satoru

one-shot

miss you - gojo satoru x f!reader, platonic!megumi x platonic!reader, exes to lovers, drama, fluff, a little of angst, happy ending | 2499 words

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proudahgase-exol · 6 months

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Next projects on my drafts……

Okay so I have so many fics in my drafts that I’m halfway done and I don’t know if I should post them

Here are some of them if you interested

1. Friend and nothing else right?

Junmyeon x reader ( smut, fluff )

Summary: your friends with Junmyeon since you were kids now that you guys are adults you guys are inseparable but you don’t act like friends do…… friends don’t hold hands when you go out, friends don’t give forehead kisses, friends don’t go on dates every two weeks, friends don’t have sex on a Sunday after a night for a party with your other friends do they?

2. Family

Jackson wang x reader (fluff)

Summary: you've been dating for five years and married for one and now you’re both ready to start a family.

3. Take it back

taehyung x reader (angst , fluff)

Summary: Your Tae’s fake girlfriend you have been fake dating for two months and he only asked you to be in this because of his ex now you have fallen in love with him when you guys get in a fight you say things you didn’t mean to.

4. Sehun’s best friend

Junmyeon x reader (fluff)

Summary: Sehun cries over the fact that his leaving for the military service and will be leaving his baby sister behind he makes her stay at the house he and Junmyeon share and he soon finds out a little secret his sister and Junmyeon have.

5. I love you not her

Kai x reader (angst, fluff, smut )

Summary: Kai and you were co-workers working under Kim Enterprises owned by Kim Junmyeon you guys were good friends but one thing lead to another and ended up in bed now that became a regular thing but the problem was he was a married man and you new it but that didn’t stopped you from fucking each other.

6. My pretty girl

Hyunjin x plus size reader

Summary: your Stray Kids makeup artist you are close to the boys but mostly Felix and Changbin they both know you have a massive crush on Hyunjin and they try to help you but you think he doesn’t like you like that and you feel like he will never like a girl that looks like you.

#exo #got7 #bts #stray kids #kim junmyeon x reader #suho x reader #jackson wang x you #jackson x reader #taehyung x reader #kim taehyung x reader #skz hyunjin #hyunjin x reader #hwang hyunjin x reader #angst fluff #junmyeon smut #kai smut

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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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Someone Like You - Jackson Wang

A/N: This wasn’t requested, just a little idea that popped into my head! (And Jackson friends-to-lovers is my weakness)

You hated this. Jackson was your best friend, so you loved that he could come to you with anything, but when it was yet another person who wasn't right for him, you hated it.

Jackson had always had such a big heart, but he let people in too easily sometimes. He would fall so quickly that often whoever he was seeing didn't feel the same way. Or, unfortunately, in some cases they were interested for the wrong reasons.

Whatever it was that caused it, things would always end with a heartbroken Jackson crying to you about it.

"Do you want to talk about it?" you asked Jackson.

The minute he turned up at your door with red eyes you knew. You pulled him to your sofa where you were now sat with a crying Jackson leaning on your shoulder.

"I just don't get it," he sobbed. "What do I do wrong?"

"I don't know, Jacks," you said, trying to comfort him. "You're perfect as far as I'm concerned."

He let out a chuckle and a sniff as he sat up and tried to clean his face. "I'm sure I don't look perfect."

You fought the urge inside you to tell Jackson exactly how perfect he was to you. You'd had a crush on him for a while that you just couldn't shake, but right now he needed a friend.

"What did she say?" you asked, trying to get to the bottom of the heartbreak so you could comfort your friend.

He gave a little shrug and shook his head. "She didn't like me," he muttered.

"Then you didn't do anything wrong," you explained.

"No, it's not..."

You could tell he wanted to tell you what had happened but was struggling to get the words out. Sitting silently you let him take his time.

"She liked the idea of me, of my job, my money," he admitted softly.

"This is why I said before you get too attached they need to meet me and/or your mum. We'll be your screening process!"

Instead of answering he leant into you again, this time wrapping his arms around you. You happily returned the embrace, giving him a comforting squeeze.

"Why can't I just find someone who likes me for me? Who will be there for me like I want to be there for them?"

You sucked in a deep breath as you bit your tongue yet again. Honestly, without confessing you didn't know what to say.

"Someone who..." Jackson looked up at you then, his puppy eyes so watery you felt a twinge in your heart. "Someone like you."

Well that comment was doing nothing to quell your crush. The pair of you seemed to freeze in the moment, each second guessing what the other might be thinking.

Without warning, Jackson threw caution to the wind and leant up, pressing his lips to yours.

Your common sense kicked in quickly and you pulled back.

"Wait," you said.

Jackson swore under his breath and withdrew completely.

"No, wait," you encouraged.

"I always fuck up, see, it's just who I am."

"Jackson," you snapped.

He stopped what he was saying and looked at you.

"You have no idea how much I want to kiss you back-"

"But?" he interrupted with a sigh, knowing it was coming.

"But, are you sure this is the right time? You just got out of a relationship. I'm here for you completely, but I don't want to be a rebound."

"Wait, wait. Hold on, can we back up? You said you want to kiss me? You arent objecting because you dont like me back?"

You chuckled. "You know that wasn't the important bit of what I said."

"Ok, but..." he pried, trying to get more information out of you.

"Fine, I've had a crush on you for ages, but you've needed me there, well, we've needed each other, and I wasn't going to risk that by confessing. I know what you've been through the last couple of years and I wasn't about to let you struggle alone because of a dumb crush."

"You're literally everything I said I wanted," Jackson explained, now edging closer to you again. "You've been there for me through everything, and honestly, I feel a connection with you beyond what I've felt with any other friend. You should know I will always care about you more than a rebound." He gently took your hand. "Maybe I went about this the wrong way, but I want to be with you."

"I want to be with you too," you admitted. "Just, maybe, let's take it a bit slower?"

Jackson nodded enthusiastically.

With a smile you leant in a pecked a quick kiss to his cheek before pulling him back in to rest against you.

"Feeling happier now?" you asked him.

"Yes," he replied simply and snuggled his head against you.

You couldn't help the smile that grew on your face as you held Jackson close. Never again would have you have to worry about him turning up on your doorstep heartbroken. You were planning on taking good care of his heart now you knew he was willing to let you in.

NAVIGATION | GOT7 MASTERLIST

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park-jimin-isnt-real · 1 year

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"edge of tonight" part thirteen ~ the call

pairing: namjoon x reader (lots of platonic ot7 x reader) rating: T 16+ genre: mafia au, angst this part: You finally call Jackson back. tw: mafia au!, angst, swearing, emotional manipulation/abuse, panic attack, jimin is still a little shit word count: ~6.2k track #16: Birdie ~ Avril Lavigne: “Like a bird locked up in a cage.” the edge of tonight masterlist an: did yall know that with this chapter we are officially halfway through eot?? crazy, right?? and finally, this is our first main chapter with Jackson! i can't wait to hear what you guys think of it!! thank you so so so much to @cui-nisi for beta-ing this for me!! she's my new beta so you'll be seeing her around going forward. and as always, the lovely moodboard at the bottom was made by the fantastic @mirahuyooo

The worst part about waking up from drug-induced sleep was the panic that raced through you before anything else. An unfamiliar room, a stiff bed, a sharp pain in your side—it was a recipe that skyrocketed your heart rate and made breathing near impossible. You were in pain, so you weren't dreaming; this was real, and it was far too familiar an experience.

Your eyes squinted against the light of the room, although it was far dimmer than what you remembered falling asleep to. Your limbs still felt heavy as you tried to move them, and you groaned at the stretch of your injured side. You were still entirely dressed, that was a first, but that didn't do much to quell your growing fear.

"Hey there, sleepyhead," a voice filtered in from somewhere next to you. "How are you feeling?

Your answer didn't matter, while you were here they were in charge of you. You needed to get out. You kept fighting to get your eyes open against the last of the drug, kept working to get your arms and legs moving properly.

A fast-paced beeping came from behind you. The person started moving faster than you were, probably going to check on whatever the beep was. "Whoa, hey, Y/N, calm down. Don't hurt yourself." You wouldn't calm down. You wouldn't let yourself stay here, injured and waiting for the next injury.

You managed to get your eyes open. Looking down, you saw an IV still in your arm and could feel the bandages wrapped around your torso. Your hand went to your injured side, grabbing at the scar over your ribs, just above the bandaged wound. Then you yanked the IV out, and rolled off the bed.

"Y/N!"

You ran.

You weren't fully sure where you were, but there was a staircase. Up was better than down, so you headed for that when a hand caught your shoulder and pulled you to a stop.

"Let me go!"

"Y/N, stop!"

"What's going on?" Another voice joined in from somewhere else. They were everywhere, there were so many of them. You couldn't stay here, you couldn't get trapped again, you had to get out.

You ripped yourself away again, feeling something in your side pull painfully, but it wasn't enough to stop you. You threw yourself up the stairs, trying to take them two at a time but not having the energy for it. The adrenaline was the only thing keeping you going. You just had to keep going.

A door at the top of the staircase opened up before you could reach it, a dark silhouette looking down at you. You squinted at the sudden light and stumbled on one of the steps, causing you to fall forward.

"The fuck is going on?"

"Runaway patient," the first voice said. Apparently he wasn't as far behind you as you thought.

Then there were hands on you, turning you over, pulling at your shirt. "NO!" You tried pushing them away, tried getting back up, but it was no use. Tears pricked at your eyes, you couldn't be there again, this couldn't be happening again.

"Hyung, stop! You're scaring her!"

"I gotta check—"

"Get off me!"

"Hyung, seriously, back off."

"HEY." There was a loud clap right in front of your face. "Look at me."

You did as instructed, stilling and looking up from the assault. Your eyes met soft brown ones, ones you had seen before, but not in a dangerous way. You blinked, recognition flooding through you. "Park?"

Jimin smirked. "Hey there, beautiful. You back with us?"

You looked back down, this time realizing it was Jin's hands on you. He was checking the wound he had bandaged, from the gunshot you took saving his girlfriend. Probably making sure you hadn't reopened it in your escape attempt. Looking over your shoulder you saw Yoongi, who was watching Jin with a look that said he wanted to punch the elder.

You weren't going to oppose if he did. You still wanted to punch Jin yourself.

"Okay, so you managed to not rip any of the stitches, somehow," Jin said, having finished his little check-up. He quickly moved your shirt back down, covering you back up, before meeting your eyes. "Care to explain?" He asked you, annoyance firm in his voice.

You clamped your jaw shut, anger replacing the shock. "Ask me how many times I've been knocked out only to wake up in an unfamiliar room in pain." You watched as guilt filled his eyes, and Jin looked away.

"I'm sorry," he said, offering you a hand to help you stand. "I didn't mean to scare you." You ignored his hand, still beyond upset at him, and pushed yourself up on your own despite the pain.

"Scare?" Jimin snickered. "Hyung, I'm pretty sure you flat-out triggered her." He turned back to you, features softening. "You okay?"

"Peachy." Your voice was hard. You turned on your heel and finished going up the last few steps, brushing past Yoongi, hand firm over your wound. You squinted against the light coming in through the windows now that you were out of the darkness of the basement, and headed towards the kitchen.

Taehyung was munching away on some kind of takeout at the table, flipping through a magazine. He looked up as you walked in and offered you a smile around his food. The others were right behind you, always following, never giving you space to breathe. You tried your best to ignore them as you went to the fridge.

"I cooked up some kimchi fried rice last night," Yoongi said. "There should be leftovers."

"As long as Kookie didn't get to it first," Tae interjected.

You searched around for the said fried rice. "Looks like he did." You closed the door and leaned onto the island, hiding the grimace of pain. "How long was I out?" You glanced at the clock on the microwave and saw it read half past three in the afternoon.

Jin sat down across from where you were standing. "A whole day," he said. "I wasn't expecting you to be out that long. I didn't use that much on you, you should've only been out for a few hours." He pulled out a cotton ball and some bandage wrap out of his pocket. It was only then you noticed you were still bleeding from where you pulled the IV out.

"Yeah, I respond really badly to drugs like that, both physically and mentally." You glared at the elder, but still offered your arm to him so he could wrap it. "Maybe ask next time." Jin rolled his eyes, but otherwise didn't respond to you. "Where is everyone? Usually you're all watching me."

"Jungkook's at his gym," Jimin answered, "and Hoseok-hyung and Namjoon-hyung are checking on a lead or something?"

"Jin and I stayed here to watch over you," Yoongi added. He started digging through the fridge, probably looking for something you could eat. You were hungry after having been unconscious for a whole day. "It was quite the push to get Namjoon out of the house while you were out."

"Is Coffee Girl okay?" you asked Jin. You needed to know that everything you'd just gone through wasn't for nothing.

Jin sighed, "She's still a little shaken, but yeah, she'll be fine." He looked at you, softer than he had since you'd woken up. "Thank you for saving her. I don't know what I would've done if…"

"Did you tell her the truth?" You pressed. If Jin didn't, you were going to. She deserved to know, especially after this

Jin nodded, "She said she needed some time to process things, but I promised that we would keep her safe and protected no matter what she decided." You finally relaxed a bit at that. Looked like there would be another girl kept safe by the Y/N Initiative. The name was pretty ridiculous, in your opinion, but at least they got things done.

"Should I dye my hair?"

Jimin's voice broke the solemn atmosphere that had settled. You rolled your eyes at his antics.

"What's wrong with the blond?" Tae asked, turning another page.

"I just wanna change it up, you know? I've been blond for a while, maybe it's time to try something else."

"You sure you're not trying to impress a certain someone?"

"Tae, I will throw you off the roof."

"A fall from that height won't kill him," Yoongi interjected, cutting up various vegetables on the counter.

"Anyway," Jin stood, "I have to get to the hospital. Yoongi offered to stay in today to make sure that you're okay, since he seems to be your favorite now."

"I was always her favorite." You hit his shoulder at the comment. You didn't have favorites. Well, you did back then, and it was pretty obvious which one it was (and it wasn't Yoongi).

"See you later hyung!" Tae called as Jin walked out. You turned to Yoongi, still working at making food for you. You weren't sure exactly what he was making, but you knew it was going to be good.

"Can I have the keys to the car we drove in the other day?" you asked, causing Yoongi to raise an eyebrow. You couldn't drive, so why were you asking for car keys? "I wanna see if my phone fell out of my pocket after I got shot. I need to call Jackson."

"Oh, the phone," Yoongi said. "Um, about that? It's gone."

You pulled on Yoongi's shoulder until he was facing you. "What do you mean, ‘it's gone’?"

"I checked the car after Jin started working on you, trying to find it for you. It wasn't there, so Hoseok and Jungkook drove back to Beanie's to see if it fell out anywhere there. Jungkook retraced the alleyways and Hoseok checked all the cameras, but they couldn't find anything. So your phone's gone."

You were sure your panic was only quelled by the fact that you had Jackson's phone number memorized.

"So," Yoongi continued, turning back to the cooking, "Namjoon had Hoseok get a replacement for you." He reached into his back pocket, where his phone usually was, and pulled a device out. "It's got all the encryptions and safeties that we use, plus all of our numbers in it, just in case."

You carefully took the smart phone from him. It was a little heavier than what you were used to, and bigger, and thinner. The screen was the whole side of the phone, and the only buttons were on the side. You'd seen a smart phone before—Jackson had one, along with some of the other people you worked with in Busan—but you had never used one. Jackson had only given you the flip phone.

"Jungkook also downloaded some games he thought you might like, but if you don't, or you want different ones, he can help you out with that." Yoongi only rambled when he was being affectionate but didn't know how to express it. It gave you a small feeling of fondness, something that hadn't changed after so many years.

You simply nodded, not sure how else to respond. "Thanks." You turned the phone around in your hand once more before putting it into your back pocket. Looking down, you noticed you were still in the same clothes from yesterday, and your shirt was covered in dried blood. "Hey, can I change somewhere?"

"You can change in here if you want?" Jimin suggested with a wiggle of his eyebrows. Tae smacked him with his magazine before you could throw the nearest object at him.

"We moved your stuff into the guest room," Yoongi told you. "There's a bed in there, but also one of the more comfortable couches we own. You can use that room for as long as you want." The 'to stay here' was implied, but you were grateful he left it implied. "Will one of you show her?"

"I will," Taehyung said as he stood up. He left the magazine open on the table, and made a follow me gesture.

"I'll bring your food up once it's done," Yoongi called as you followed Taehyung, which meant that the footsteps behind you belonged to your current least favorite member of this gang. You chose to ignore him; he wasn't really doing anything to warrant any response anyway.

Jin came out of a room from somewhere else (you really needed to memorize the layout of this place) dressed in hospital scrubs, checking his watch and carrying a briefcase. He only glanced up at you for a moment as he power-walked past. "Yoongi has the pain meds you can take and knows when to give them to you. Please don't be like Jungkook and try to power through. Life is more comfortable with medication. I'll be back in a few hours."

"Bye hyung!" Jimin and Taehyung said in sync, before returning to the semi-awkward silence.

Taehyung led you up the stairs to the second floor, then down the long corridor. The room you recognized as Namjoon's office had its door left wide open. You glanced in as you walked past it, only to see it currently void of life. You only got a quick glimpse of the wall, the one with the ancient picture hanging on it, before you were past it and it was out of your sight again.

You often broke into the offices and studies of businessmen, CEOs, gang bosses—always looking for information to use against them, to seal their fate. Breaking into Namjoon's office would probably be a walk in the park in comparison, but the only thing you want was to look at that picture again, to try and imagine the life you could've had, had you not gone to the fair that day.

The guest room was at the very end of the corridor. Taehyung opened the door and walked in, then turned to watch you. You looked around, taking everything in. It wasn't anything special, just another room in an estate, but it was at least four times larger than the basement hole you had been living in the past four months, and twice as big as the bedroom you lived in in your Busan apartment with Jackson.

There was a large bed in the center of the room, pushed up against the wall, with a nice-looking couch sitting underneath the windows. There was one open door that lead to a bathroom, and a closed one that was probably the closet. You had kind of forgotten what living in this kind of luxury was like. You almost felt nostalgic for the life you ran away from at sixteen.

"This is your room, for however long you want it to be," Taehyung said, breaking the silence and looking around the room. "I believe Jungkook put everything in the closet?" It sounded more like a question as he pointed to the closed door. "But you can do pretty much whatever you want in here."

"And we do mean, anything," Jimin added with that fucking suggestive tone layered in his voice that grated on your ears.

Just ignore him.

You headed towards the closet, pulling the door open and stopping at the sight of so many white dress shirts and dress slacks hanging up. "What, is this your storage closet?"

"Oh! Right, we call it the guest room, but it's actually Namjoon-hyung's room." Jimin explained. "He just never fucking uses it, so Jin-hyung decided to let you make use of it."

Namjoon's room. Great. You weren't going to think about that right now. Right now you wanted a change of clothes. The two duffle bags—one containing your meager belongings from the basement apartment and the other still containing nearly 8 billion won—were placed side by side on the floor, your red hat sitting on top of one. Against the wall was a small hamper that your dress from the ball and the clothes you had slept in afterwards. Jungkook must've done that too, and you tried not to think about that either. Then you noticed what was missing.

"Hey, wear's my jacket?" you asked as you pulled the clothing duffle from the closet and placed it on the bed, beginning to go through it for something comfy to change into.

"Gone." Was the only answer Taehyung gave you. You froze.

"What?"

"It was years out of season, covered in blood, and had been patched up way too many time," he explained with a tone of disdain that made what blood was left in you boil. "I can get you a much better jacket, one that'll actually look good and keep you warm."

You took a deep breath, once again trying to quell the rising panic. "Taehyung. Where is my jacket."

You could sense his confusion, even though neither of you looked at the other. "It's gone. I threw it away. It's just a jacket, I'll get you a new one."

You had had that specific jacket for 8 years. You had washed it, patched it, survived in it. It was not just a jacket. Your voice resembled the same dark tone Jackson sometimes had when talking with you. "Kim Taehyung." You turned to look at him. "Look at me."

He hesitated at your words. Slowly, the man turned to comply. "Holy shit."

Murder, clear as day, was what he saw in your glare. The ice looking him directly in the eye was enough to easily surpass Namjoon's and Yoongi's—even Jin's. Jimin behind him glanced up from his phone and even jumped back in shock. "Goddamn Tae, did you throw her teddy bear away?"

"Get. It. Back." You told him. His hair bounced as he nodded and retreated.

"Yes ma'am. Absolutely. So sorry." He grabbed Jimin's hand as he turned and ran away. You exhaled, then went to close the door until it was just cracked. Surely they would knock before entering into your new room. You hoped so.

It wasn't just a jacket.

You shook your head, trying to clear it. Taehyung said he'd get your jacket back, and if he didn't, the promise of hell raining down on him should've been enough to make sure he did. In your solitude, you finally dropped the act of not being in pain. Your side was actually killing you, and you couldn't wait for Yoongi to bring you those meds. He probably would when he brought you food.

You sat on the edge of the bed, one hand clinging to your side and your free one digging through the clothes. Changing clothes was going to hurt, and you all knew it, but you were glad Yoongi let you make the decision yourself. Soon you came across another pair of sweatpants and a loose t-shirt. That would work.

Changing hurt.

You felt better once you were in different—clean—clothes, and you walked the small distance to the couch. It was a bit colder here, probably because of its proximity to the windows. You made a mental note to ask Jungkook if he'd move the couch away from the wall for you.

You took as deep a breath as your injury would let you. It was time to make the call.

You sat cross-legged on the couch, favoring your injured side more than you would've liked. With a deep breath, you dialed Jackson's phone number. The call would be coming from an unknown number, so you weren't surprised when it was almost immediately rejected. It didn't deter you, you simply hit the redial button. This time hit rang long enough to go to voicemail naturally. You redialed the number one more time.

He picked up on the third ring. "How did you get this number?" Jackson's voice was deeper than it usually was when talking to you; he was probably trying to mask it, to make it more intimidating than normal. You silently inhaled again.

"The bird is in the cage."

There was a beat of silence, and you could practically feel the rage radiating off him through the receiver. "Oh, is she?"

"Jackson—"

"Because I'm currently in the cage, and what do you know, the cage seems to be birdless."

You squeezed your eyes shut in a meager attempt to block everything out. You knew it was going to be difficult finally calling and talking to him, and you knew he was going to be angry with you. You hated it when he was angry with you though, something about it made you feel small, insignificant. Unimportant.

"Where the hell have you been, huh?" He kept going. "I haven't heard from you in nearly three days—and who's number is this you're calling me on?"

"I lost my phone," you mumbled into the receiver. You were still beating yourself up for that.

"The fuck you mean, you lost your phone? What the hell happened, Y/N?"

You took another deep breath. "I got in a fight, and during the escape, I lost my phone." You paused. "And then I got shot."

Jackson didn't respond for a long time, so long you wondered if he hung up on you. "Y/N, where are you?" His voice was steady now, stable.

He was furious.

"I told you, I'm somewhere safe, bird is in the cage and all that." You couldn't tell him you were with Bangtan.

"No, somewhere safe would be back in this apartment where I can see you and watch after you myself. Where. Are. You."

"Somewhere safe." You weren't going to budge on this. Jackson could wear you down on a thousand other things, but not this. You weren't going to sell Namjoon out.

"Oh my fucking—fine, don't tell me. Why don't you tell me about this gunshot wound you have instead? What fucking fight did you get into?"

You let out a small breath of relief. This you were more comfortable talking about. "Yeah, okay, so, Song lied to me about this job, and I went to meet with Wang yesterday about it and confront him, and then he tried taking me. So I fought back and saved another girl along the way, and in the escape I got shot."

"Wait, slow down—what do you mean, Song lied to you about the job?" Jackson asked, nearly interrupting you. "This is why I clear all jobs before you go through with them."

"You wouldn't have let me go!"

"Yeah, no shit! You belong here in Busan with me, not galivanting through the streets of Seoul getting shot!"

"There's more," you ignored him, trying to keep yourself calm. "Song knows who I am—who I really am."

The pause Jackson had this time was less anger and more concern, finally. "How the fuck—"

"I don't know, but he knows who I am and he knew the alias I was going by and he knew where I was in Busan and he knew enough about what I've been through to sell me the job." You started talking faster to keep Jackson from cutting you off. "Song didn't send Wang down to hire Lee Anna to hunt down and kill a rival gang doing unspeakable things to women. He sent him to find L/N Y/N and get me back to Seoul, and I think it has something to do with—"

"Okay, now you're thinking too much," Jackson's voice sliced through your small speech, that same phrase he always used with you. It shut you up quickly, just as it always did. "You don't actually know any of this, and if it is this serious then you need to get back down here. I don't want anything else to happen to you."

A small warmth went through you at his words. His tone of voice hadn't changed at all, he was still being pretty harsh, but ultimately it was because he cared about you. You started to feel guilty about having ghosted him for the past few days, about not answering his calls sooner.

"I'm sorry I didn't call you back sooner," you said, voice quiet. "I just—a lot of things happened all at once, and I needed time to process everything."

Jackson sighed, and it sounded like he was finally calming down a bit. "You know you don't make the best choices when I'm not around, and this was just another example of that. You need to come back to Busan so we can sort everything out. If Song knows who you are, then you aren't safe anywhere in Seoul."

You bit your lip. Maybe he was right, maybe you should go back, but... "Jackson, I don't know if going back will be any safer either. They found me there once, didn't they? As Lee Anna."

"Once you're in my sight again, I can figure out what to do next. No matter what, you're safest when you're with me, you know that."

Going back to Busan had always been in the back of your mind, an endlessly nagging thought tossing and turning, never truly allowing you to relax. You knew you were safe with Jackson, and Jackson was in Busan. But, that was before you met Namjoon again, before the better parts of your past had come face to face with you. Even after all this time, you knew you would be safe with them, too.

And, despite everything, you weren't quite ready to leave them yet.

"Jackson." You took a shaky breath in. "I think I need to stay in Seoul for now." You paused, knowing he would try to say something, but to your shock, he was silent. You swallowed and continued, your heart rate picking up. "This is big. Song has one of the largest gangs in the North, and if he knows my real identity and my fake one, then he might have answers that I need. And I don't want to leave before I can get them."

"Y/N." He was angry again, even though his tone matched yours: quiet and determined. You had hoped the calm would last longer, but you used words that you knew Jackson didn't like, words like think and want. Of course he was bound to explode on you again. "You just got shot a day or two ago, right? You're probably in a lot of pain, or you're high on pain meds. Either way, you're thinking too much, when you can't even think straight right now. Listen to me: I will take care of everything. You need to come back."

You're thinking too much. Those words echoed around your mind the way you hated. Constant, overlapping, sometimes whispered, sometimes yelled, always in Jackson's voice. Maybe you were thinking about all this too much. Jackson could take care of it. That's why he was your handler. He took care of all the details, simply told you where to go and who to kill. Your life was easier when you listened to him.

"Just come back, Y/N," Jackson said. His voice was finally filled with the care and concern you were looking for. "I won't be mad at you, I'll let all of this go, just come back home to me."

You squeezed your eyes shut. You should just go back to him. Busan wasn't terrible, it wasn't really that different from Seoul. And you were injured, so Jackson would go easier on the jobs he took for you until you were healed. And you could finally return to him the (almost) 8 billion won—the whole reason you even took this job. Everything would go back to normal.

You should just go back.

There was a soft knock just outside the door. "Jagiya." Your eyes snapped open and you turned. Through the crack you could see Yoongi looking at you. Did he just get there, or had he been listening in? You supposed the answer didn't really matter. You met his eyes, and saw something in them that stopped your whirlwind of thought.

They would let you go, if it's truly what you wanted. Some of them would try to stop you, but would ultimately let you make your choice. And others, like Yoongi, wouldn't question it. If it was what you wanted.

But it wasn't. It wasn't what you wanted. You didn't want to leave Seoul. You had fought for years to get back here. Busan wasn't home. And maybe Seoul wasn't home either, but it was closer. Busan was just as dangerous as Seoul was for you, maybe even more so. Seoul at least had people you knew were allies, who would help you and keep you safe. Seoul had the answers you were looking for and the secrets you needed to uncover.

Jackson wanted you back in Busan, back with him. You wanted to stay in Seoul, to stay with them.

You looked away from Yoongi. "No."

A pause.

"What?"

Another.

"No, Jackson." Your free hand shook from nerves, and you pressed it up against your side in an attempt to keep it still. This was always the part when you broke down and gave into him. It had been years since you stood up to him like this, since you doubled down on yourself instead of giving into him. "I—I'm not going back. Not yet."

"Excuse me?"

"Once I get this solved, as soon as I have my answers, I'll go back to Busan. But not right now."

You glanced over at Yoongi again. You could see his smirk through the crack. He didn't realize just how much he was doing for you in this moment, and you hoped he wouldn't leave you alone quite yet.

Jackson still hadn't said anything. The silence dragged on until you couldn't handle it anymore. "Please, Jackson, just trust me, just this once. I can do this, please."

He let out a breath. "So this is it?" His voice was hard again, unfeeling, with that edge of something that always scared you. "This is what you wanna do?"

"Jackson—"

"Okay." His agreement shocked you. You thought for sure you'd have to fight for longer before he eventually gave in—if he ever gave in. "You wanna do this on your own? Wanna be independent? Fine." You released a breath too soon. "But you don't get to come crying to me the next time you have a nightmare."

The line disconnected. It took you a moment to realize he had hung up on you. You were so caught off guard by his words, still trying to process them. You slowly pulled the phone away from your head, looking down at the call time blinking up at you.

You heard the door creak open. "Is it safe to come in?" Yoongi asked from outside the room. You didn't respond, still too caught up in Jackson's… tantrum? He stormed off every now and again when you didn't listen to him. This must've been a version of that. You hit the redial button. It went straight to voicemail.

Call rejected.

You tried again. Voicemail. Again. Voicemail. Again. Voicemail. He would have to answer you eventually, right? He wasn't petty enough to ignore you for three days like you did him.

Again. Voicemail.

"Y/N?"

Maybe a text would work. You quickly typed up a simple I'm sorry message, something that should get his attention, that should get a response. You hit send and watched as a message came back immediately:

Service Error 409: You have been blocked by the intended recipient of your message.

Your eyes went wide. He blocked you. Jackson blocked you. What kind of tantrum was this? How were you supposed to contact him now? You needed to be able to call him with updates and ask him questions and—

Talk to him when you had nightmares.

You don't get to come crying to me the next time you have a nightmare.

He did the one thing you never thought he would. Jackson cut you off from him. That was Jackson's punishment for you standing up to him, for staying in Seoul.

For not choosing him.

But… but he couldn't do that to you. Jackson himself threw a fit whenever you two were separated for too long, and he knew how badly you needed him when things started getting bad for you again.

You needed Jackson. He was the only one who could make it all stop, when your mind betrayed you and things became too much. Being this far away, you settled for phone calls but that only helped so much. You weren't sure how much longer you'd be able to last without him. And he knew that.

He knew you needed him. He couldn't leave you alone like this, not when you both knew you needed him.

"Y/N! Breathe!"

Yoongi's voice broke through your building hysteria. He was standing in front of you now, a steaming plate of food in one hand and a glass of water in the other. You looked up at him and took a deep breath in, wincing at the pull in your side. You took a few more, ignoring the pain, as Yoongi watched.

"Everything okay?" he finally asked, sitting down next to you on the couch. You didn't look at him, your gaze still locked straight ahead. "That didn't sound like a great phone call."

You let out another strained breath before answering. "It wasn't, but things will be fine." You weren't sure if you were trying to convince Yoongi or yourself. "Jackson is… he just… he cares about me a lot and so he says a lot of stupid shit when he gets upset. It's nothing. He doesn't mean it."

He doesn't mean it. He'll get over this soon, he has to. Eventually his overprotective need will outweigh his anger at you and then he'll unblock you and call you back and everything will be okay.

"Sounds like a real outstanding guy," Yoongi grumbled, making a mental note to relay this information back to the guys. He moved the plate of food closer to you. "Here, get some food in you, then you can take your first round of pain meds."

"I'm not hungry," you lied out of habit. Jackson didn't like it when you ate too much, and you needed to be good right now. If you were good during his punishments then he would come back to you sooner.

And you needed him back as soon as you could get him back.

Maybe you should just go back.

"Bullshit." Yoongi put the plate on your lap. "You haven't eaten in over 24 hours and you have to take the medication with food. You're eating something if I have to force-feed you."

Jackson didn't like it when you hurt yourself either. Maybe a few bites wouldn't hurt, just enough to take the medication. You nodded, not trusting your voice, and picked up the fork to take a bite. Flavor exploded on your tongue, and you realized just how hungry you truly were. Within a few minutes, the plate was empty.

Yoongi took the dish from you and handed you the glass of water, then reached into his pocket for a bright orange bottle, transparent enough for you to see all the white pills inside. He handed the bottle to you. "Jin said you can have up to two pills every four hours. In between that, you can do whatever you want. Play games, watch movies, read books. Just ask."

You nodded then watched as Yoongi left you alone, closing the door but leaving it open just a crack, the way it was before he came in. You balanced the glass between your legs as you opened the bottle and shook out the two allotted pills into your palm. You stared at the rest of the pills, tempted to take more, but decided against it for the time being.

You needed to be good. Jackson would come back sooner if you were good. You capped the bottle and tossed it onto the bed, then popped the pain meds into your mouth and downed the glass of water. You put the glass on the window sill behind you, then laid down on the couch.

You usually weren't allowed to do those things Yoongi suggested. You usually trained, or worked with Jackson on the next job he had accepted for you. Neither of those were options right now, however, with your fresh wound needing to heal. So you decided to lay still on the couch, to keep the stress on your side down, and be good.

If you were good, Jackson would come back to you sooner.

Soon you felt the emotional exhaustion come crashing down on you, and you let your eyes flutter close. A small nap would do you good, and you hoped it would be dream- and nightmare-free. It was always a toss-up with naps. At least with your subconscious, you would know whatever your brain would throw at you would be temporary. If you stayed awake, your spiral downward would go on until someone stopped it for you.

Jackson stopped it for you. He was the only one who could. You needed him.

Maybe you should just go back.

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spacequokka · 1 year

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JS.one

Prompt: “Have you lost your damn mind?!”

You woke up with a jolt. Banging. Loud banging at your front door. You looked at the clock.

“It’s three in the fucking morning.” You hissed, throwing the covers off as you got out of bed. “Who the fuck would even—”

You stormed down the hallway. You didn’t need another noise complaint because you couldn’t afford the damn fine. “I’m coming!” You only hoped the ass-hat on the other side heard you.

You yanked the door open and found Jackson, eyes glossy with his fist raised, standing there as if he hadn’t expected someone to open the door. “Have you lost your damn mind?!” you hissed at him.

“_____. Y-you’re home. I thought…” he turned away, “BamBam said he saw you with that other guy, what’s-his-face—”

You grabbed him by the collar and yanked him in. “No. I have work in the morning. Why aren’t you at home sleeping?” You shut the door behind him and turned on the kitchen light. A second glance at him revealed just how much he’d been drinking. “Damn, Jackson.”

He ducked his head. “I thought I didn’t care if you dated. You’d always be my _____. But I was wrong.”

He grabbed your hands and held them in his fists over his chest. “I don’t want to share you with anyone.”

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itscoolayout · 6 months

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Daddy Issues (Jackson Marchetti x Reader)

Hey! I've never written something like this before, but I just watched season 4 of Sex Education and It makes me so mad how underrated Jackson is, so i tried to write something about him. Hope you like it!

Warnings: Spoilers from season 4, mentions of death.

After the loss of your father, your mother couldn't afford living in your town anymore, so you two had to move to Moordale, and that also meant starting in a new high school in the middle of the year. You didn't put any objection because you knew that your mother was already facing enough at the moment, but you didn't know how to handle that many changes in such a short period of time. Now you were being introduced by your teacher to your new classmates in Cavendish, putting on your cool girl facade to cover up you were freaking inside.

"Pairs are already made, so you will work as a team with Jackson and Vivienne", the teacher said, pointing at the two on the first row. You nodded your head and gave them a sided smile. You immediately felt how your heart skipped a beat when Jackson returned your smile. Viv didn't say a word for a couple of minutes, too busy taking notes of the class, until she realized you were even quicker than her.

"How do you do that?"

"What do you mean?", you said in confusion.

"You have written every word she said, but i can't even put up with all her rambling", she said obviously annoyed. You smuffled a laugh.

"I can give you my notes after class so you won't miss anything", she smiled and nodded at you, before paying attention again to the class.

_______________

Just like that, the three became a group of friends, studying after classes and sitting together at break time. You found with them a safe place in the chaos that was going on in your life. Also, you became more and more aware of your feelings for Jackson, cause anytime he would put an arm above your shoulders or would hug you goodbye, you would paralyzed as if you didn't know how to react. One day, you were in your room, waiting for Viv and Jackson to come and study for your coming Chemistry exam. You heard the bell ring and went to open the door.

"Hey y/n... you know i love how those grey sweatpants look on you, but maybe it's time to let them go", he said jokingly with a mischevious smile, nodding at the hole at the end of your old sweatpants.

"You enjoy the views too much. I would never do that to you", you tried to say without laughing, but failing at the end. That was how your friendship was, a joke there and then, but you always shrugged it off as just jokes. He laughed back and came inside, but then you realized Viv wasn't with him.

"Where's Viv?"

"Remember she told us she had a date with Beau?"

"Oh, you're right ", you slapped yourself from inside, and looked at him. Then you realized that it was the first time you were alone with him, without Viv by your side. The thought made you so nervous that you regretted making the plan in the first place.

"... So, are we going to your room to study or not?", he said confused, looking at you still wordless.

"Of course!", you said a little too high to your liking. "Did you brought the card notes we did in class with Viv?", you asked to change the subject, while going upstairs to your room. He nodded and showed them to you.

After an hour studying together, your mind became absent, paying more attention on his full lips than what he was actually talking about.

"y/n? Are you listening to me?", he asked. You blinked, not knowing exactly what was the right answer. After a couple of seconds, you finally gave up on searching for excuses.

"I am really trying to. Sorry, I think we should take a rest"

"You should have said it earlier. I wanted to gossip with you about this guy Viv is dating now", he said laying back in your bed. You laughed looking at him from your chair desk.

"Yeah, at first he seemed like a good guy but i feel like something is off with him, i'm not sure"

"Exactly!", he said in agreement. "I knew i couldn't be the only one that felt a weird vibe from this guy. He always shows up out of nowhere, is like he's Viv's shadow", he continued. You talked about it for half an hour, until you excused yourself to the bathroom. When you came back, Jackson was looking at a photo of your family. It was from the old days, when your parents took you to a theme park. You were posing with an ice cone in your hand, while your dad was hugging you from behind. Jackson immediately took a step back from the photo when he realized you were back, knowing that was a sensitive topic for you.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to sneak up on anything..."

"Don't worry", you cut him off. "Usually, when I think of him it hurts so much that i can feel it in my chest", you said, standing next to him, both of you looking now at the photo. "But this photo brings me back to that day and gives me some kind of comfort", you explained, trying to keep a neutral tone, not wanting him to notice any sign of sadness in your voice.

"I know it's an awful reasurance but try thinking how lucky you were having him by your side all those years", he said in a soft voice, looking at you in the most tender and loving way. You felt the touch of his knuckles against yours, and felt your heart doing flips inside your chest. By instinct, you almost immediately broke apart the touch and turned around.

"You know what? I think we may have more in common than we thought at first. Like the daddy issues, for example", he said trying to lighten the mood, but caughting you out of guard.

"What do you mean?", you asked confused. He sat next to you in your bed. He started playing with his fingers, too nervous to look you in your eyes.

"Do you remember the lump i found out in my testicle?"

"Yeah, but the doctor told you it was nothing to worry about, right?", you asked worringly.

"I know, but it still made me want to meet the sperm donor. So i called the clinic, but they told me they don't have any information about me or my mother", he said, still looking everywhere but you. You grabbed his hand, trying to calm him down. He looked at you surprised and smiled. "I have tried talking about it with my moms, but they still refuse to give me an answer. I know they are hiding something"

"How can i help you?", you asked without any hesitant. He looked at the time in his phone.

“Right now there’s no one in my house. Do you wanna come with me to search for some clues?”

“Sure”

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You searched for god knows what in drawers and wardrobes of the whole house, his mothers bedroom the only room left. You looked at Jackson, asking without words if he wanted to cross that door. He nodded as he turned the door knob. You were trying to find something beneath the bed, while he was looking inside various drawers, until he saw a letter. He sat next to you on the floor, reading together that cheesy and even gross letter from a man called Jerome to his mom Roz. You couldn’t shake off the feeling that you were reading something you weren’t supposed to, but it was something important for him so you stayed quiet. He didn’t say anything for a couple of minutes, looking at the letter so intensely like he could make a hole in the paper just by his stare.

“Do you wanna pay him a visit?”, he looked at you, a scary look in his eyes.

“I don’t know… I mean, yes, I want to, but I don’t know how to tell this guy that he may be my father”, he answered lowly, almost a whisper.

“We will figure it out”, you simply said, resting your head on his shoulder. He took a deep breath, feeling how all his muscles relaxed when he breathed out and rested his head over yours.

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You two found the address in the letter. Jackson looked at you, almost shaking. You grabbed both of his hands and squeezed them reassuringly. “I will be waiting for you right here. It will be okay”, you said in a soft voice. He nodded and let go of your hands. You watched how he approched the house hesitantly. You saw how a bald black man with a beard opened the door, and how Jackson was gesturing towards him, probably trying to explain the situation. Suddenly, the man closed the door abruptly. You couldn’t see Jackson’s face, but he stayed still in front of the door, not moving an inch. You started walking towards him, until you were behind him.

“Jackson”, you said, but didn’t got any answer. “Jackson”, you repeated, trying to touch his shoulder. He flinched at the touch and pulled away. You started to hear his deep breaths. “Jackson, please, look at me”, you said worried, making an effort to not touch him again and give him the space he needed. He turned around slowly and you could feel your heart ache when you saw his state. He had his eyes closed, probably trying to calm himself down, breathing erratically, his whole body trembling. You could see a painful expression on his face while he was touching his chest. You knew he suffered from anxiety but as far as you knew, in the last year he was handling it pretty well. Until now, that he was probably having an anxiety attack.

“Okay, don’t worry”, you said, almost as if you were reassuring yourself more than him, cause you didn’t really know how to help him. “I’m here, ‘kay? I’m here with you”, you said in a smooth voice, touching his shoulders slighty. He didn’t answer but didn’t step back either, so you gave him a caress along his arm until you were grabbing his hand. “Do you want to sit down?”, still no answer, but he let you guide him to sit down in the pavement in front of the house.

“He-he told me to g-go away”, he managed to say after a couple of minutes, still breathing heavily. He dropped his head backwards, looking at the sky. You placed yourself in front of him, caressing his arms up and down.

“That’s his lost. But before talking about it, I need you to try breathing normally. Will you breath with me?”, then he finally looked at you, the vulnerability and panic in his eyes making you feel like you could set that house on fire just to reassure him a little bit. He nodded slightly as you grabbed his hand to put it above your chest, and the other one above his. “Do you feel how calm is my pulse? I need you to steady yours as well. Breathe in”, you could feel his hands trembling behind yours, but he still followed your instructions. “Now, breathe out”, for a couple of minutes, you just stayed like that, breathing together, looking into each other’s eyes. Finally, he calmed himself down, but still didn’t let go of your hands.

“Thank you”, he whispered, letting his forehead rest against yours. You smiled.

“I got you”, you said back. It felt like you could stay like that for hours. "You were right after all. We both have daddy issues”, you joked. He shook his head, trying not to laugh.

“I told you so”, he said, kissing your knuckles.

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