ʜᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ˎˊ˗
𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝔁 𝓙𝓪𝓪𝓯𝓪𝓻 𝓙𝓪𝓬𝓴𝓼𝓸𝓷 ~ 𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓐𝓷𝓰𝓼𝓽 & 𝓕𝓵𝓾𝓯𝓯
*May Be Triggering For Some, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK*
Jaafar Jackson, the people’s prince. An Y/N the people’s princess were now officially over.
Oh, but once there was one hell of a time.
They were connected to the hip. The kinda couple that just made sense.
They dated for a long time too, a whole three years. That wasn’t a long time for Jaafar but that was the longest relationship Y/N had ever had.
They were young and in love, but having Michael Jackson as your uncle only keeps so much privacy in a relationship.
Y/N was overwhelmed beyond belief.
Her address and personal details of her life being leaked while also being judged until she couldn’t take it anymore.
Leaving Jaafar was by far the hardest thing she had ever done, but just how long would it last?
Jaafar who had just been rudely disturbed by a loud ringing sound picked up, “Hello?”
He said in a groggy sleepy voice.
Gosh he hadn’t even checked who called, he just answered.
“Jaafar?” Y/N quietly asked quietly.
Jaafar knew that voice, and he could tell when it broke even just the slightest bit.
“Y/N, why are you calling me hon? It really late you know.”
He still used that nickname.
Short for honey because he found Y/N the sweetest thing.
Well, before the breakup.
The silence was loud. Jaafar heard a little sob escape her lips causing him to shout up from bed immediately.
“Why are you crying? Y/N? Hello? Come on talk to me what’s going on?”
He asked so many questions all at once.
“Jaafar please just come and get me.” Is all Y/N had too say for him too be heading to the car as quick as lighting.
“Get you from where? Are you at home?”
He asked, “No.” The silence was now starting to seep back in.
“Okay, then where are you?”
He heard her chock out a sob, “I’ll send you the address.”
Is all she had to say but after hearing her quick cry of sadness is all it took for him to comfort her whispering sweet nothings into the phone while driving.
Even if they were quote on quote over, they both knew they weren’t done with each other.
They had only ever broke up because of the stalking and the media, but outside of that they would’ve still had each other.
She wouldn’t have anything to cry about.
Y/N had moved on since the break up three months prior. She didn’t talk about him to her friends and he didn’t talk about her.
But that doesn’t mean they didn’t think about each other.
All they did was long for one another but both of them were too stubborn to dial each other’s number.
Jaafar pulled up to the address, a house party.
Jaafar held up the phone to his ear, “Where are you hon? I’m here.”
He could’ve sworn he heard a sigh of relief over the phone.
“I’m on the steps on the back porch.” She said.
As Jaafar stepped into the house there was beers smashed all over floors with other young adults mosh pitting in the living room.
Broken glass on the floor and some women sitting on the bar stools in the kitchen who looked like they had some champagne problems.
“Y/N?” He called out softly, seeing her on the steps with small finger print bruises on her arm broke him completely.
“What is that?” She finally looked back at him before quickly getting up, “Let’s just go Jaafar, I don’t wanna cause a scene.”
She said crossing her arms and not meeting his eyes.
Usually he would’ve picked a fight but the energy that was radiating off of her didn’t seem like something he wanted to acknowledge in front of a crowd.
They headed for the door, hand in hand finally.
When they reached the car he opened up her door, she nodded he took as thanking him.
When he got in the drivers side after shutting his door he finally turned to look at her.
She had her hands covering her face and she lightly sobbed.
“What’s going on Y/N? Don’t crying honey, please.”
He whispered the last part.
“Please just drive.” She said not taking her hands off her face.
He nodded softly and started to drive.
He drove them to her apartment which he still knew the way too by heart.
He reached over to put a comforting hand on her thigh, that when he saw it.
The red street light glowing directly on her legs highlighted a small bruise on her inner thigh.
He leans back in his seat taking his hand off her thigh, hot tears started to boil in his eyes.
He had started to piece a few things together. A few unimaginable things, but still very capable of happening.
He pulled into her complex, the tension wasn’t sexual but yet questionable.
He jogged over to her side of the car opening the door gracefully.
He held out her hand to help her to her feet.
“Thank you.” She said quietly as they made it up her apartment. She unlocked it and set down her bag.
Jaafar looked over at her, the saddest yet sweetest girl he had ever known.
“Come here.” He said gently but definitely a demand rather than a request.
He wrapped his hands and her waist pressing a soft kiss into her soft, shiny hair.
She pulled back looking up at him but he didn’t waste a second, he settled his hand on the small of her back leading her over to the couch they had many movie marathon on once before.
They settled in and she was quick to lay on his chest as he moved his hands over her waist leaning back against the side of the sofa.
The silence was comfortable yet annoying.
There had been so many things they wanted to say to each other but they just didn’t know how.
That small remark that left her lips crushed something in his heart as he squeezed her waist tighter.
She cuddled into him tighter while tears soaked his shirt. “I hate that were like this.”
“Why do you still care for me after all this shits happened?” She asked.
Jaafar sighed softly into her hair, “I guess I’ll always just be some sort of protected to you.”
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