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@a-jackson-lust
[sms → jackson] hey, jacks, are you bored/busy? i’m bored and currently not busy. wanna come over and play some games? please?
( sms → turn yeon ) always bored. did you really expect me to say no--( sms → turn yeon ) this isnt a prank is it bc i'll be really disappointed with u( sms → turn yeon ) i'll be over as soon as i have pants on
adonghaelust replied to your post:
[ SMS - J-Swiggity ]: braek ur bed? cmon bruh dats for u ‘n wuh rommie crusheu~ to do ;))))))) [ SMS - J-Swiggity ]: but nah liek i totes juts drank half bottel of wnie while wathcin high sochol musical like hellLlLLlllL YEaaHH WildcAts
( sms → hae hyung ) so you are drunk-- ( sms → hae hyung ) wait what who is wuh rommie ( sms → hae hyung ) ohhhh ( sms → hae hyung ) shhhh idk what ur talking about hyung ( sms → hae hyung ) if you start sending me texts about how hot zac efron is i will come and smother u with your own pillows
[ SMS - J-Swiggity ]: bruHH bruh omg bRUhHH lAUgHs i haev smt to tellllLLllLLLL yoUuuUUuuUU
(* at first glance, he thinks he’s been drunk texted, so he spits out a lazy laugh and quickly taps a reply telling donghae to drink a little more on his behalf. but then he realises that it’s donghae and this is totally his sober text etiquette. )
( sms → hae hyung ) tell me you didn’t break my bed springs again— ( sms → hae hyung ) i mean im all ears hyung
I really can't help myself around you.
(* the corners of his lips curl upwards into a subtle hint of a grin, and he tilts his head to the side slightly, amusement in his gaze. ) you really don’t have to.
the case of the missing teddy bear
jackson didn’t feel the same sense of victory he probably would have felt in any other situation like this. maybe it has something to do with the fact that his bear is probably disease-ridden now and destined for the trash instead of in his arms when he sleeps, but there’s also some unknown feeling coiling in his chest. he can’t exactly say he’s ever felt it before, so he can’t put a name to it, but it’s not a entirely uncomfortable either.
he stays quiet about it, though, because it might just be a little rude to propose they throw the bear out after the trauma they’d gone through to get it back. but mark did tell jackson to cuddle him instead, so he thinks it would be sort of okay if the bear ends up sleeping in a bucket of water for the night while jackson tests out another cuddle buddy.
which leads him to feel a weird sense of confusion when he hears the apology and sees the conflict across mark’s face. ignoring the fact that jackson was distracted by the way mark bit on his bottom lip, he couldn’t understand just what his roommate was sorry about, so he couldn’t think of a reply to accompany it.
until—
“oh.." that’s why he apologised.
“no, i mean,” jackson pursed his lips for a second before the words in his head sorted themselves into a seemingly coherent structure. as of late, it seemed like his mind was ten miles ahead of him, refusing to slow down and let the rest catch up. but he thinks he wouldn’t be wrong with pinning the blame for that on mark. he was fine this morning through his classes, and only since the two of them linked hands had he turned into this oblivious, head-in-the-clouds mess.
“i’m still going to get you back for putting me through that, but i know you hate the bear and i know you didn’t have to do it with me.. i’ll make sure the payback isn’t so bad.”
a small smile tugs his lips upwards as they near their dorm room, hands still linked and bear still dangling with as minimal contact as necessary to keep it held up. what the two of them would do now was part of the unknown to jackson. despite not fully forgetting the disturbing images that he’d been exposed to in the media room, he can’t shake the awkwardness around mark that still lingers.
“do you..” it’s his turn to nibble on his bottom lip in thought, his stomach twisting in on itself just a little as he tries to make whatever he’s attempting to say seem as casual as he can.
“.. still have much homework to do tonight?”
drunk dialing : jackson + chen
there are doubts clouding jackson’s mind like the polluted air of a freeway congested with cars. he can’t think straight, can’t tell right from wrong when it comes to chen because one look at the boy’s eyes and he’s malleable, pliant to jongdae’s need.
it doesn’t stop him noticing as jongdae pulls away, though, and for a tentative second he thinks about turning his back and leaving. jackson knows to leave when he’s unwanted, and a drunken chen trying to break free of his hold is enough of an indication. but he abandons the thought as quickly as it had manifested. as easy as it would be to spend the rest of his night in his own bed, with his own pillow enclosed in a vice like embrace, jongdae’s drunk and needs his help.
whether he continues to pull away or not.
this jongdae is vulnerable and shaken, a rare anomaly that jackson’s only ever seen in times of depressed desperation. and it makes an unwanted warmth spread from his chest to the very ends of his fingertips. hands shaking despite his best attempts at steadying himself. he doesn’t want to see chen like this, coughing and hesitant and so different from the boy who features in some of his most tender memories.
and for the first time in a long time, jackson’s without the faintest idea of what to do.
“you didn’t—..” he begins, but he cuts himself off before he can truly start. this isn’t the time to do this, nor is it the time to say anything that will only keep the tears rolling down chen’s face. jackson doesn’t force eye contact because he’s been in something close to this situation before. he doesn’t whisper false promises to chen to lull his troubled mind either, because as much as his liver is probably loathing him right now, a piece of jackson knows this night won’t go completely forgotten.
“i came back. i won’t leave, okay?” his chin rests atop jongdae’s head and he listens earnestly to the quiet sobs that fill the otherwise silent room.
“if that’s what you want, i’ll stay with you.”
a hand raises to comb back the hair hanging over chen’s eyes, teeth sinking deep into the flesh of jackson’s lower lip.
don't sit down 'cause i've moved your chair
if he could calm himself, perhaps jackson could find amusement in the glimmers of shock and pain he sees across myungsoo’s face. in all honesty, jackson never would’ve pegged myungsoo as one to make the first move, especially not in a class with inquisitive eyes and witnesses to account for their recklessness. he knows that it confirms all he'd sought to find out—about luhan and myungsoo’s relationship, that myungsoo’s front could falter with enough provocation—but he maintains his silence, unable to return with any quick witted replies.
there’s adrenaline coursing through him, which accounts for the numbed absence of pain despite just being punched, but it’s encouraging him further, granting jackson with another incentive to worsen the already billowing storm between the two of them. it’s as unnecessary as it is reckless, because he doesn’t need another reason to want to punch myungsoo yet again, but he’s thankful for it.
mostly because he’s pretty sure there’s a bruise growing somewhere under his skin that he’s better off not feeling.
his lips part for a wicked laugh to escape him, and jackson’s eyes are locked on myungsoo, the belief that he’s capable of breaking the divine legend urges him to see how far he can push this.
his back hits the wall without much resistance, his hands against myungsoo’s shoulders to combat the fists clenching the fabric of his shirt. he licks his lips into a smirk from the curse uttered at him and it’s as best a confirmation as jackson thinks he’ll ever get, so he savours the moment for all he can before he’s being pried off from myungsoo, the two of them separating but still refusing to acknowledge anyone else in the class, myungsoo’s heated glare met with jackson’s smug grin.
he thinks about what to say in response. the desire to out myungsoo and his little secret to the rest of the class is tempting but he’ll be damned if he’s going to relinquish all of his ammunition straight away. eluding to the fact that he’s capable of doing just that will have to suffice.
“i wonder what everyone will think of you when news gets out—what he’ll think of you now.”
jackson shoves at those who still hold him back. he’s calm enough now that he’s not going to try and beat myungsoo into the ground, but he’s still going to retaliate if myungsoo swings again. they don’t budge, and jackson now hears the taunts and the cries of the teacher trying to tame the mess they’ve made.
god damn it jackson wang.
我的點心！生日快樂！！！
(* his pulse is loud in his ears and he has to consciously fight off the urge to rub at the back of his neck, and anyone who knows just a hint of the type of person jackson is should know that he doesn’t embarrass lightly. and this, whatever this is, has to be the most nervous that jackson’s been in years. if not his whole lifetime. he already has the text messages typed out on his phone, though it is his sixth attempt since he had to get the wording just right because he’s either far too subtle or downright criminally perverted and neither will do with how much jackson’s already hyped this moment up for himself. he’s striving for some unattainable goal of perfection even though somewhere deep down he knows it’s not necessary or even achievable with the sort of gift he has in mind. no one should think that highly of themselves, anyway. mark’s probably going to give him that flushed, awkward, beautiful but he’ll never admit it even though jackson’s called him that some few nights when they’re more drunk than sober smile and jackson’s heart will stop for a second or two. but then again, he needn’t worry about perfection when he knows mark will thoughtlessly uphold that part on his end. jackson’s always thought incredibly highly of his roommate, and maybe that’s why he’s prepared to go to this extent to prove that he’s damn grateful for mark’s existence. he doesn’t blindfold himself, because he wants to see. he doesn’t use restraints, because he wants to touch. and even though the gift he’s giving is simple in its entirety, he can’t help but complicate it. he sends the text with closed eyes and pursed lips before he takes his position on his roommate's bed, clad in a pair of mark’s boxer briefs and nothing more than a few strategically placed gift bows. one on his lips—effectively silencing himself—another on the waistband of his attire for an additional hint towards mark's gift, and one final bow stuck to jackson's bare chest that veers a little more to the left. though whether jackson was aware he had placed it over his heart is debatable. if this is, indeed, the colossal failure that he fears it will be, jackson can buy mark a cake and shrug this all off to his own active imagination. )
( sms → dimsum ) dorm. now. laugh and i'm rescinding the offer. ( sms → dimsum ) happy birthday, mark.
Rivals - Jongsuk & Jackson
"that's rich coming from you. your big mouth got us cuffed together in the first place." jackson mutters out without a second of hesitation, his smart mouth and sharp attitude spreading through him like wildfire. he wasn't going to pretend to be happy or force a smile while being chained to a person who so obviously hated his guts, even if he suspected it might actually infuriate jongsuk.
jackson just doesn't have that sort of willpower.
he'd be lying to himself if he said he didn't think about making it extremely hard for jongsuk to pee. having their wrists connected like this meant he could move jongsuk's arms against his will, and jackson wasn't above using his newfound ability to his advantage either.
but he supposes he should save it for later, when they aren't in a bathroom and dicks are safely tucked away.
"what do you mean 'what now?' i thought you had a plan." his lips are downturned and his arms would be folded across his chest if he had the freedom to do so, but all he can do now is glare at jongsuk, as awkward as it is given their proximity.
"let's just get these damn cuffs off. i'm running on three hours of sleep and, no offence"—he meant to offend—"but you're shit company to keep."
Il diversivo
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it was all very meticulous. a coded text message sent in exchange for a time and location. intriguing, to say the least. and maybe it added to the appeal, why jackson had come back to hyori time and time again when he needed it the most. it wasn't just the drinking or the distraction, because in theory, he could find both elsewhere. but he still wasn't sure what it was that drew him in and had him playing along like a pawn in a game.
he wasn't about to quit their little arrangement any time soon, though, because when it got right down to it, it worked. at its most basic level, jackson had problems and hyori provided guidance. with his mind as clouded as it had been lately, and an overwhelming fear of confronting just what it was that had him escaping to the outskirts of the academy, jackson saw no alternate solution.
"a bit of both, perhaps." his voice rings uncharacteristically soft into the quiet surroundings, but hyori's never had a problem with hearing him. perhaps it's the chiming of his keys that gives him away time and time again, but jackson can't remember a single occurrence where he's been the one to catch her attention first. he's never asked, but he's curious what sort of life the woman had led that has her almost constantly on her toes.
or perhaps it's his active imagination at play again.
his shoulders are a little more relaxed now than what they were the first couple of times they'd done this, his posture less rigid and more comfortable, less of a student and more closer to that of an equal.
"have you been out here long? i didn't mean to make you wait.."
his gaze flickers to the throwing knives as she pulls each blade free, a small smile taking its place across his lips as his steps slow to a gradual halt, bringing him a few feet shy of hyori.
in vodka we trust
he didn't understand—couldn't understand—what it was that bambam was doing. they were friends, and jackson didn't need reassurance to know damn well that bambam hadn't been lying to him this whole time. jackson could see the way bambam's shoulders hunched over, could practically hear the sighs as they escaped from parted lips, and it took an incredible feat of self control and a hint of anger for jackson to resist shouting his confusion to the rest of the party.
however, that didn't stop it from showing across his face.
if looks could kill, the posse successfully trying to steal bambam away from jackson would've dropped dead minutes ago. and now, the glare was focused on bambam. something in jackson's stomach coiled and the familiar tug of betrayal curls itself around his heart and pulls. it's been a while since he's felt this feeling, and he has to get away before it can lure a reaction from him that jackson may regret.
"don't count on it," he spits back, embedding as much malice into each word as he can.
with clenched teeth and a wounded pride, jackson's only objective now is to be alone, but that seems to already be taken care of as bambam slips away, blends into the crowd of intoxication, his words a cocktail swimming around in jackson's head.
it's the confusion that has him pinned to the spot, he later surmises, and not the sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. it's because he's confused. he doesn't hear the music, doesn't respond to the prying eyes that haven't failed to turn away, and instead slowly drifts towards the table littered with glass bottles and red plastic cups.
if all else fails, jackson will find a friend in the form of cheap vodka tonight.
cute.
{ teddy bear bros } - jackson + donghae
jackson can't count on his fingers and toes combined how many times he's been in a situation and had no idea what do to. contrary to popular belief, jackson has his bouts of insecurity and shyness that even he cannot overcome, and even though there have only ever been a select few to see him in such a state, anxiety still catches up to him every now and then.
which is why he finds it strange that, no matter how awkward he may feel with comforting those who need it, jackson's never felt uncomfortable when it came to donghae. he can't put his finger on it, and honestly, he's not entirely sure he wants to figure it out anyway.
"it's not just because he's your brother," jackson begins, his words clearly thought out and hesitant with the lengthy pauses between every couple of syllables. he knows how touchy a subject family can be, and without knowing that much about donghae, he still treads lightly. "it's you, too. you've always been so nice."
when the other joins him atop the mattress, jackson's arm curls almost instinctively, though he's pretty sure it's something close to habitual now. he's long since made himself comfortable in donghae's bed, and knows that donghae's comfortable with having him in it. whether or not they're always laying over the covers.
he stays silent for a while, his undivided attention to donghae's words as he speaks of his grandma, and jackson can't help but acknowledge the fondness in the elder's voice. jackson takes his hand, runs his index finger over the back of donghae's hand and soothingly draws patterns against the warm skin.
"sounds like a smart woman, your grandma." his voice is almost a whisper, and his eyes are now on the crown of donghae's head, palm of his hand resting against the back of the flirt's neck. "the hardest thing to do is to smile when everything else is telling you to be sad. i'll always be here to help you smile."
