Thank You (Jackson Wang fluff)
Request: Hello lovelies! Recently I've been worried sick for my baby Jackson 😭I hope he is alright, I wanted to ask if u guys could do an imagine in which y/n realised that Jackson is hospitalised and takes care of him❤thank you so much
Genre: Fluff
Word count: 789 (It’s a little short, but I hope you like it ahh)
“Stop.”
Poke.
“Stop it.”
Poke.
“I will throw you off of this hospital bed if you don’t quit poking my face do not tempt me boy.”
Jackson laughed, finding absolute joy in irritating you despite his current condition. You lifted you head from the railing and looked up at him.
He flinched a little, bracing himself for the familiar small punch against his shoulder.
“C’mon now, you wouldn’t hurt a guy in a... Y/N WAIT-”
You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your lips when you reached over to adjust his pillow. It was nearing around probably 1 a.m., but leaving wasn’t an option.
---
“Hello?”
“Hey uh, it’s Mark. Something happened.”
“What’s going on? Is everything alright?”
“Meet me at the hospital.”
Every possible outcome became worse as time wore on during traffic. Your hands were unsteady and the only audible noise was the sound of your heart banging against your chest. Why did Mark call instead of Jackson? Why wasn’t he answering your calls? Why were you meeting at the hospital? You turned the radio on to a random station, anything was better than the messy thoughts scrambling through your mind.
“-GOT7′s Jackson collapses during a fan-meeting today...”
Collapsed?
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When you first walked into the room, he looked absolutely exhausted. Never had you seen him look so...fragile? Jackson always powered through everything he faced. He took every challenge handed to him in stride and seeing him like this tugged at your heart.
The second he saw you with your arms and head resting against the railing of the bed, he turned over to kiss the top of your head.
That didn’t go as smoothly as planned.
Your head immediately jerked up when you felt something move.”
“OW.”
“JACKSON YOU’RE AWAKE OH MY GOD DID I-”
“YEAH, YEAH YOU DID BABE.”
“I’M SO SORRY I DIDN’T KNOW YOU WERE AWAKE.”
“YOU ARE LITERALLY SO HARD-HEADED I THINK YOU BROKE MY NOSE.”
“WELL WHY DID YOU DO THAT?” As horrible as you felt, it was incredibly difficult to hold in your laughter.
“ARE YOU LAUGHING AT MY PAIN?” He wasn’t serious either. He was looking at you with that big dorky smile and tired puppy eyes, trying his best to not laugh either. That was what you fell in love with; he could make you laugh no matter what condition he was in.
His nose was fine, it was just his flair for the dramatic.
Occasionally he’d fall in and out of consciousness. You made it a priority to be by his side each time he woke up. You’d adjust his sheets, his pillow (for the third time), and if you weren’t looking through your phone, you were carefully observing him. His hands matched perfectly with yours. You traced little circles on his palm with your fingertips, listening to the sound of his quiet breathing was more than enough for you to be content. Eventually you ended up passing out again as well, but that was interrupted with Jackson poking your cheeks.
“Do you think these monitors have a silence option?”
“I can’t believe you almost broke my nose Y/N.”
“I’m hungry. Don’t they have a cafeteria here?”
“Do you think dogs look at cats the way we look at apes? Does that make sense?” You know, ‘cause BamBam told me cats are basically dogs with long tails that make a different sound and I’ve really been thinking about-”
At full consciousness, he was still completely Jackson.
“I’m gonna go get you some food.”
“Y/N THIS IS IMPORTANT I NEED TO KNOW ABOUT THE DO-”
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You came back into the room with a jello and pudding. It wasn’t much, but you could use a snack too.
“What took you SO LONG?”
“The food didn’t look good. Unless you wanted a tofu burger?”
He responded by scrunching his nose while stretching his arms towards you. You handed him the jello, but he grabbed your arm instead and pulled you closer to him.
“Lay with me.”
“You’re crazy.” sitting on the side of the bed felt better, more safe. Not for you, but for him. Although he wasn’t in some sort of severe condition, it still felt like he was so breakable.
“Aish, just get over here.” he pulled your shoulders back and held your head close to his chest. His breathing was steady and you could hear his heartbeat. You turned and wrapped an arm over him and gave a small squeeze, feeling so grateful that he was okay.
“Y/N?”
“Hm?”
“Thank you.” he held you tightly, this time successfully planting a kiss atop your head.
“For what?” you let your eyes close a little bit, taking in the familiarity of his scent.
“For taking care of me.”