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Don’t Get Too Close — a Jackson Wang Fanfic
Episode 35: “In This Together”
They were curled up on the studio couch, a playlist humming low and her latest painting drying just a few feet away.
Jackson glanced down at her, her cheek pressed against his chest, fingers absentmindedly tracing shapes on his arm.
“So… are we going to keep pretending we’re not something?”
Her head lifted slowly, eyes narrowing just enough.
“Define something.”
He gave her that crooked smile. “You know what I mean.”
She sat up, legs crossed now, eyes searching his. The hesitation that used to live in her chest — the part that kept waiting for the catch — felt quieter today.
“Okay,” she said. “We’re something.”
“More than something.”
“A couple?” she offered, slightly smug.
He leaned in, brushing her lips once. “That.”
That night, he posted a carousel. Just a few slides.
1. A shot of his camera roll — blurry concert lights.
2. A selfie with Mark and some of the guys.
3. A flick of her hand reaching for a paintbrush — just her hand.
4. A photo of a table for two, a hoodie draped over her chair.
5. A candid of her painting, back to the camera.
6. The last slide: a mirror shot. Her in the background, slightly out of focus, smiling at something off-camera.
No tag.
No caption.
Just: “Life lately.”
Her post came hours later.
1. A photo of her paint-streaked sneakers.
2. A glass of wine balanced on a sketchbook.
3. A cropped photo — just the corner of his face and his shoulder.
4. Her exhibit flyer on a bulletin board.
5. A hoodie over her chair — again.
6. And finally, a blurry photo of them both in a mirror — hers this time, both of them laughing.
Her caption?
“Feels like a soft launch.”
The internet clocked it immediately.
Fans noticed the overlaps. The matching hoodies. The soft smiles.
The comments? Unhinged. Delighted. Some cautious.
And them? They laughed reading them — curled up again, this time in her bed.
“Guess this is happening,” she whispered.
He kissed her shoulder. “It’s been happening.”
——
It didn’t take long.
Within hours of their soft-soft launch, fan edits were circulating. A video showing side-by-sides: her hoodie in both posts, the matching paint-smeared sneakers he wore two weeks ago, the same café corner from his and her Story.
“Jackson Wang dating an artist?”
“Who’s the mystery girl with the brushstroke smile?”
“The couple we didn’t know we needed.”
No one had confirmed anything. No statement. No tag. Just vibes.
But the public?
They’d put the pieces together.
Her DMs filled up with new followers, curious eyes. Some sweet. Some weird. Some too deep in her business.
His feed? A circus. Nothing he wasn’t used to.
What she wasn’t used to, though, was the endless Reddit threads dissecting her art like it held all the answers.
“Is this one about him?”
“She’s way too cool for him tbh.”
“He looks at her like she hung the damn moon.”
Back in their world, they stayed chill.
Jackson didn’t flinch. He texted her mid-shoot:
“You good?”
She responded with a screenshot of a thirsty comment on his photo.
“I’m fine. But why is someone offering to bear your children under my painting?”
He sent back a voice note.
Low laughter, then:
“Tell them to get in line.”
By the time they met up that night — her exhibit’s closing drinks, semi-private — things had settled.
The Bebe girls showed up first, teasing but protective.
Bada gave her a look.
“So, hard-launch adjacent?”
MC shrugged, feigned innocence.
“If the shoe fits…”
Lusher leaned in, smirking.
“He’s lucky. Just don’t let the noise get to you.”
And when Jackson arrived — simple, casual, but unmistakably comfortable in her world — it was easy. He greeted her friends, exchanged inside jokes with Mark, even carried her leftover canvases out at the end of the night.
When a fan outside snapped a pic — her tucked under his arm, both laughing at something dumb — they didn’t flinch.
They didn’t pose either.
Just kept walking.
———
End of episode 35 & series
a/n: Thank you so much to everyone who read this story. When I started writing it, I honestly didn’t expect it to get the attention it did. If I’m being real, this was originally just something I wrote for myself — a place to keep the story somewhere I could easily find and come back to whenever I felt like writing.
Seeing people enjoy it and follow along with the characters was such a nice surprise, and I’m really grateful to anyone who took the time to read it.
As much as I wanted to keep going, I’ve been feeling a little uninspired with this story lately and have found myself wanting to explore completely different characters and ideas. Rather than forcing it, I think it’s best to end it here.
Thank you again to everyone who read, liked, or just quietly followed along. I really appreciate it more than you know. 🤍
Don’t Get Too Close — a Jackson Wang Fanfic
Episode 34: “That Close, Huh?”
It wasn’t anything serious.
Just a comment — from some good-looking actor-slash-model-slash-creative guy on MC’s recent IG post.
Something about “muse energy.” Followed by a flame emoji. Then a story repost of her painting with his voiceover layered on top.
It wasn't new. MC had plenty of people who admired her — publicly, loudly.
But this one? This one replied to her story. And she replied back. Playfully.
Jackson saw it before she could even mention it.
———
“Didn’t know he was your type,” he said casually, eyes on his phone.
MC turned, eyebrow raised. “Since when do I have a type?”
“You tell me.”
The silence between them wasn’t angry. Just tight.
She sighed. “Are we doing this?”
He shrugged. “Are you?”
———
Later, in the middle of a group hangout — music low, everyone loosened up — the guy showed up. Apparently invited by Tatter.
MC didn’t look twice.
Jackson, though?
He watched.
When the guy leaned in to talk to her, Jackson’s arm made its way around her chair. Light. Casual. But unmistakably territorial.
She noticed.
Later that night, as they left together, she nudged him. “You good?”
“Should I not be?”
She paused, smirk tugging at her lips. “You know you don’t have to do all that.”
“Do what?”
“Stake claims. I’m not property.”
He stopped walking, turned to face her. “You think that’s what that was?”
She didn’t answer.
So he added: “I’m not worried about him. I’m worried about me — looking stupid for caring this much.”
Her face softened.
“You don’t look stupid.”
“Good,” he said, stepping closer. “Because I’m all in. And I’m not used to sharing.”
She laughed, tension breaking slightly. “Then stop being weird and act like you know you’re the only one I want.”
His reply? A kiss so solid, so slow, it left no room for question.
———
Meanwhile online: Another round of fan speculation bubbles. Photos surface from the same hangout — MC and the actor talking. Jackson nearby.
The captions?
“Love triangle?” “Jackson’s girl getting cozy with someone new?” “New ship incoming?”
None of them comment.
But Jackson does post a blurry photo of MC’s hand holding his — in the car, late at night. Just one word: “Mine.”
———
End of episode 34
Don’t Get Too Close — a Jackson Wang Fanfic
Episode 33: “Still Him?”
The invitation came through her gallery’s assistant: “Your ex is hosting a private art event. He personally requested your presence.”
MC almost laughed. The audacity.
She hadn’t seen him in over a year, not since the messy L.A. fallout. Now he was in Seoul, trying to “reconnect through art.”
Her first instinct was to decline. Her second was to show up — not for him, but for herself. To prove she wasn’t the girl he left behind.
———
Jackson heard it from Bada. Not MC.
They were all in the same room — casual night, low lights, half-finished drinks. Someone mentioned the event. Someone else mentioned the ex.
Jackson went quiet.
Later, when they were alone, he asked: “Are you going?”
MC hesitated. “It’s not like that.” “I didn’t say it was.” “But it feels like you think it is.”
He didn’t reply. Just offered a small shrug — too casual, too careful.
———
She did go.
No fanfare, no big entrance. Just a quick in-and-out.
But the ex made sure they spoke.
“You look good.” “I am good.” “I didn’t come here to mess things up.” “Then why are you here?” He smiled. “To remember.”
———
Outside, as MC stepped into the cool night, she spotted Jackson across the street.
Not waiting. Just... there.
“Were you following me?” “No,” he said. “Just wanted to see if you’d ask me to come.”
She didn’t respond at first.
Then: “It’s not him I think about when things are quiet.”
He walked over, standing close. Not touching. Just there. Present. Steady.
“I don’t want to be another version of him,” Jackson said. “You’re not.”
“Then tell me you want this. Not just now. But with me. Long-term.”
She looked up, heart racing.
“I didn’t come out of that to play games,” she said. “Neither did I.”
———
The kiss wasn’t fiery or stolen.
It was slow. Full. Quiet.
Like a door closing — and another opening.
———
Online, the fan edits were getting louder.
“Jackson’s been different lately…” “Who’s the girl at the art thing?” “Wait… that’s her sweater?”
They didn’t confirm anything.
But he did post a photo of her painting. No tags. No faces. Just the caption:
“Yours is the only opinion that matters.”
End of episode 33
Don’t Get Too Close — a Jackson Wang Fanfic
Episode 32: What Came Before
Core Focus: Past relationships, new insecurities
It started with an unexpected tag.
MC was out with Bada, Lusher, and Tatter, sipping something fruity and pretending not to check her phone every ten minutes. They were talking nonsense, laughing about someone’s failed situationship, when Lusher’s brow raised mid-scroll.
“You didn’t tell us he was in town.”
MC’s stomach dropped before the name even passed anyone’s lips.
Her ex — the one from L.A. — was tagged in a post just blocks from her gallery. Same guy who once called her “too much” when she painted through heartbreak and “too ambitious” when she landed her second solo show.
MC didn’t say much. Just blinked and kept sipping.
———
Jackson came by that night.
Nothing serious — just a late run to the corner bodega, drinks tossed back on her couch, and quiet music playing while she finished touches on a piece.
But she was off. He felt it.
“You good?”
“Yeah,” she said too quickly.
“Liar.”
She sighed.
“Old ghost. Just...don’t worry about it.”
He didn’t push. But later, when she stepped out to take a call, her laptop pinged with a synced message to her phone — this time right next to him.
The screen lit up: “Hope you’re well. Didn’t expect to be in your city.”
Jackson didn’t open it. He didn’t need to.
———
Back inside, she caught his look. Quiet. Still.
“You saw?”
“Didn’t read it.”
“I wouldn’t have hidden it. I just...I didn’t know it would get to me like this.”
She sat next to him, knees touching.
“He made me feel like I was hard to love,” she said finally.
“That’s wild,” Jackson murmured.
“No. I get it. I can be intense. Focused. I paint for days and disappear. I shut down when I’m anxious. I’m cautious now because he made me scared to be all of me.”
Jackson took a slow breath.
“And here I was thinking I’m the messy one.”
They both laughed quietly — but he was still staring at her, a bit differently.
“I don’t care what he made you feel,” Jackson said.
“I care what you feel now. With me.”
MC leaned in — not for a kiss, not yet. Just resting her forehead against his.
“I feel safe.”
———
Later, as he left, she caught his hand at the door.
“Don’t go ghost if I get in my head,” she said.
“I’ll just show up with food and make you talk,” he replied.
“Aggressive.”
“Effective.”
———
Online, fans were still speculating, stories still stacking.
But that night, she painted something new — soft lines, quiet colors. A piece called “Held.”
And Jackson reposted it.
No caption. Just a heart.
End of episode 32
Don’t Get Too Close — a Jackson Wang Fanfic
Episode 31: Puzzle Pieces
MC wasn’t trying to be obvious.
She posted a story from a rooftop. A quick trip in Paris. A glass of wine. The soft hum of music in the background.
No people. Just vibes.
An hour later, Jackson posted.
Different angle. Same city. Same skyline. He was laughing at something off-camera.
Fans noticed.
“Wait a minute…” “Don’t play with me rn is that the same rooftop??” “We know a Jackson Wang thirst trap when we see one — but whose patio is that??”
The next morning, MC posted a photo carousel from her night: a new painting in progress, a slice of cake, someone’s hand in the corner of the frame — rings that definitely didn’t belong to her.
By then, Twitter was already deep in the theories.
Fan account @JacksonUpdates: “Not saying anything BUT—
MC’s wine glass Jackson’s IG Live last night had the same background music That’s the same countertop from her studio tour vlog last year I’m just saying.”
Comments:
“So we soft-launching a queen??” “Respectfully, I ship.” “This better not be Na Rae’s doing again.” “He looked extra happy in that live, just saying.”
———
Jackson wasn’t oblivious.
He saw the theories. Skimmed the edits. Heard the murmurings from his own team.
But he didn’t flinch.
In fact, a few days later, he posted another photo — a close-up shot of his hand sketching something on a napkin. No context. But the unmistakable smudge of paint on his sweater sleeve had fans spiraling.
MC reposted it to her story with a single word: “inspo.”
———
They still hadn’t confirmed anything.
No photos together. No tagged dinners. No red carpet appearances.
But by the end of the week, the comments were full of soft theories and fully unhinged ships.
Even Vogue’s social intern got in on it with a playful tweet: “If this is who we think it is… we support.”
———
And then came the most obvious one yet.
MC posted from an art gallery opening — her work, naturally. The last slide in her carousel? A candid shot of a hand gently adjusting the sleeve of her jacket. Only half his face in frame.
But the Internet recognized that jawline anywhere.
Caption: “Thank you for seeing me.” No tag. Just chaos.
———
Later that night, curled up on her couch, MC scrolled through the noise with a glass of wine. Jackson was stretched across the rug, reading something on his phone.
She glanced down at him. “They know.”
He looked up, cocked a brow. “Should we care?”
She smiled. “No.”
He held up his phone — a tweet with a meme of the two of them edited onto a k-drama poster. “Guess this is happening.”
She laughed, reaching over with her foot to nudge his leg. “It’s kinda cute.”
“Wanna break the internet?”
“Nah,” she said, taking another sip. “Let them figure it out.”
End of episode 31.
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Don’t Get Too Close — a Jackson Wang Fanfic
Episode 30: Now You Know
It wasn’t planned.
There wasn’t a grand reveal. No dramatic announcement. No nervous build-up.
It just happened.
They were at Bada’s place — casual get-together, no pressure. The usual crew was there: Mark, Bada, Tatter, Lusher, a few others they trusted. Music low, drinks flowing, laughter bouncing off the walls.
MC had been tucked into Jackson’s side most of the evening — his hand resting on her thigh under the table, her fingers playing with the chain around his wrist. No one said anything. But everyone noticed.
It wasn’t until Bada made a joke and MC leaned forward, giggling, that Jackson looked at her with that soft gaze. Like the kind that made Lusher nearly choke on her drink.
Then, casually, like it was the most natural thing in the world — he leaned in and kissed her head.
Not long. Not showy. Just… honest.
A quiet, shared moment in a room full of people.
Then he pulled back and went back to his drink like nothing happened.
Dead silence.
Until Mark — bless him — raised a brow and muttered, “So… that’s happening.”
Jackson grinned. “Yeah.”
MC just shrugged, trying to act unbothered, but her cheeks gave her away.
Bada broke the tension with a loud “FINALLY,” and just like that, everyone relaxed. Cheers went up, someone made a toast, and suddenly the weight of secrecy lifted from their shoulders.
———
Later, Lusher pulled MC aside. “So… does this mean we can start double-dating or are y’all still in the ‘whatever this is’ phase?”
MC laughed. “Let’s just say the soft launch window has officially closed.”
End of episode 30
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Don’t Get Too Close — a Jackson Wang Fanfic
Episode 29: Blurred Lines
Jackson didn’t post her.
Not directly. Not yet.
But people noticed the hoodie.
MC was photographed coming out of a late gallery walkthrough, hood up, no makeup, a giant iced coffee in one hand. The hoodie in question? Clearly Jackson’s — from a recent ambassador campaign he was photographed in. Same oversized fit, same energy.
She didn’t flinch at the camera flashes. Just smiled, kept walking.
Within an hour, Twitter had questions. “Is that Jackson Wang’s hoodie???” “Why does she look like she just woke up in his bed (respectfully)” “They’ve been in the same city for how long now? It’s giving something.”
Meanwhile, Jackson did post — just not of her. A story from the gallery. One of her canvases in the background, no tag. Just: “This one made me stop.” He didn’t say her name. He didn’t have to.
———
Their friends noticed too.
Lusher caught her sipping from a water bottle Jackson had left in her bag. “You know this man’s scent is practically permanent on you now, right?”
MC rolled her eyes. “It’s just a hoodie.”
“It’s a hoodie you slept in.”
“It was cold.”
“Right.”
Tatter caught the two of them leaving an event together and just raised an eyebrow. Jackson waved. MC blushed. Nothing was said.
“Y’all do what you want,” Tatter told Bada later. “But they’re one dinner away from soft-launching and hard-launching at the same time.”
———
But MC still hadn’t defined it.
Not out loud.
Not even to herself.
They hadn’t said what they were. They were just… this. This thing that felt good. Comfortable. Charged. The look he gave her when she talked about a new series. The way he touched her lower back when they walked through a crowd. The fact that he showed up at her studio one afternoon with takeout just because he missed her.
“Are we just doing this now?” she finally asked one night, curled on his couch while he rubbed a thumb over her ankle. “Like, publicly?”
He looked at her for a beat, quiet. Then:
“Unless you don’t want to.”
She didn’t answer with words — just leaned forward and kissed him, slow and certain.
When they broke apart, she whispered, “That answer your question?”
Jackson grinned. “Loud and clear.”
End of Episode 29
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Don’t Get Too Close — a Jackson Wang Fanfic
Episode 28: Slipped
MC didn’t say anything at first. Not when she saw the story. Not when Bada nudged her phone and said, “Did you see this?” with her brow slightly raised. Not even when Tatter made a low whistle and mumbled, “She’s bold.”
But it stayed with her.
Na Rae’s story wasn’t even that revealing. Just a quick, blurry clip of a drink raised in toast — Jackson’s voice barely audible in the background, a familiar laugh anyone who followed him could recognize. The caption? “Late nights with my favorite people.” A stretch. A vague flex. A direct hit.
“She wants you to see it,” Lusher said simply, scrolling through her own phone. “That’s not subtle.”
MC just shrugged, lips pursed. “Then I won’t give her the satisfaction.”
She dipped her brush into crimson, dragging it across canvas in long, sure strokes. Her studio was calm, music low, a bottle of wine open in the corner. But her girls weren’t letting it go.
“You okay?” Bada finally asked, watching her closely.
“I’m fine,” she said.
“You’re allowed not to be,” Tatter replied, sitting on the floor and starting on the snacks they'd brought. “I’d be pissed.”
“I’m not pissed,” MC said, not looking up. “I just… I don’t like games. And if that’s what this is, she can keep him.”
There was a beat of silence. Then Bada said carefully, “You don’t mean that.”
MC’s stroke faltered for half a second. “I know.”
———
Later that week, Jackson texted.
Jackson: you around this weekend? Jackson: I have something I wanna show you Jackson: no cameras. no crowd. just you
She stared at the messages, then tapped out a short reply.
MC: depends. are your favorite people invited too?
It took him two minutes to respond.
Jackson: okay. i deserve that. Jackson: no. just you. not even mark. Jackson: pls come
She took a deep breath before replying.
MC: send me a time
———
He didn’t bring her to a restaurant. Or a fancy studio. Or anything flashy. He brought her to a tucked-away rooftop garden above an old building in Itaewon, fairy lights strung between rusted pipes, a little setup of drinks, snacks, and his favorite speaker playing something mellow in the background.
“You did this?” she asked, walking slowly toward the spread.
He rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah. My stylist’s cousin owns the place. She let me borrow it for the night.”
She looked around, touched by how intimate and quiet it was.
“I wanted you to know I see you,” he said gently, walking up beside her. “And I’m not entertaining anyone else. That post? That moment? It was a group thing. I left early.”
“You don’t owe me explanations,” she said, keeping her tone even.
“I want to explain,” he countered. “You matter. And I don’t like that she made you question it.”
MC blinked at him. “You could’ve just said that.”
“I figured showing you would say it better.”
She looked up at him, eyes warm and unreadable all at once.
“Okay then,” she said. “Show me.”
He smiled. “Challenge accepted.”
———
Back at the studio, Lusher, Bada, and Tatter were in a group chat of their own.
Tatter: they’re definitely a thing Bada: I mean, he did a whole rooftop picnic. the man is gone Lusher: i give it two weeks before he’s doing “boyfriend soft launch” content without realizing it
End of Episode 28
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Don’t Get Too Close — a Jackson Wang Fanfic
Episode 27: Inside Joke, Outside World
Jackson’s story goes up at 2:12 PM. Just a five-second video. The camera pans over a half-full studio, muted chatter in the background, and then settles for a moment on her — tucked into the corner couch with her knees pulled up, sketchbook in hand. She's laughing at something off-camera, the kind of laugh that makes her whole face scrunch up. The kind of moment you’d only post if it meant something.
No tag. No caption. But the internet notices.
———
Earlier that day
“You’re really gonna draw during my shoot?” Jackson leaned against the wall, shirt half-buttoned for a behind-the-scenes lookbook collab, watching her smudge a pencil line with her thumb.
“Your outfit is uninspired,” she said without looking up. “I’m doing a public service.”
Jackson scoffed. “Unbelievable. I brought you here for moral support.”
She finally glanced up. “And I’m supporting you by staying awake.”
He tossed a hoodie at her head. “You’re annoying.”
“You love it.”
He did. God, he really did.
———
Elsewhere, the timeline was lighting up.
Her story from earlier that day — just a photo of Jackson’s back — was equally low-effort. No tag, no caption. Just vibes. But fans weren’t stupid. They started matching timestamps. Outfits. Backgrounds. The speculation was loud, fast, and messy.
“Are they together or are we delulu?” “She posted him. He posted her. What are we doing??” “Why is she always the coolest girl in the room?” “She’s friends with Bada, that doesn’t mean—WAIT NO SHE’S AT HIS SHOOT NOW??”
Mark texted them both in a group chat titled “Don’t Be Dumb”:
Mark: ur not slick Mark: soft launch is soft launching MC: it's not that deep Jackson: i’m just a muse Mark: lmao ok picasso. don’t say i didn’t warn you when dispatch rolls up Jackson: let them roll. we cute MC: deleting this chat 💀
She tucked her phone away, cheeks warm but playing it cool. “You know this is gonna get worse, right?”
Jackson leaned over the back of the couch, lowering his voice. “I know.”
She looked at him, eyes searching. “And?”
“I don’t care,” he said. “They’ll get used to the idea. I already have.”
———
Later That Night
They ended up at her apartment, curled up under the soft glow of the living room lamp. Leftover pasta, a half-empty wine bottle, his head resting against her shoulder as they scrolled through the chaos online.
“'Jackson Wang’s Mystery Girl'… they’re really running with it,” she muttered, chewing on a piece of garlic bread.
“‘Mystery Girl’ has a ring to it,” Jackson replied, mouth full.
She nudged him. “So does ‘In Trouble with PR.’”
He glanced up, eyes soft but serious. “They know. My team’s known for weeks. Yours too, right?”
She nodded. “They’re cool with it. Quietly cheering, I think.”
“Same.”
The video ended — a fan edit already made of them from today’s posts, set to a dreamy lo-fi track.
She blinked, then laughed. “Guess this is happening.”
Jackson leaned in, lips brushing her jaw before he said it — low, honest: “Yeah. It really is.”
End of Episode 27
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