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COACHELLA CHAOS (a Jackson Wang Fanfiction) (NSWF)(18+)(Smut)

CHAPTER 1: Coachella Backstage aka the perks of having an artist pass ✨

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✍️Authors Note:

This is my very first fanfiction ever, so I'm a little nervous but also really excited to finally share this.

English is not my first language, so please be kind and patient with me. Plus I attempted to write sentences in Chinese which I'm also not fluent in (lowkey setting myself up for failure thinking about this in hindsight)

Also, I have zero real-life knowledge of how Coachella actually works or looks like-everything in this story is based purely on my imagination and videos I have seen lol

So if some locations or timelines don't make sense... I'm sorry in advance 😭

This story is meant to be fictional, messy, dramatic, and fun...not a realistic documentary.

⚠️I am writing this fanfic on Wattpad so if you wanna continue reading u can do so here⚠️

If you enjoy it, I'd love if you:

-like the story

-leave a comment

-or give me any feedback

Thank you for reading and giving my first fic a chance.

Love and light,

Mindy💋

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Summary: What happens when a festival night turns into a global headline?

YN, a DJ on the rise, is riding the momentum of her career when one night at Coachella changes everything.

When she meets Jackson Wang the chemistry is instant, the fallout unavoidable.

Between flashing lights and cameras, the media chaos, and both careers on the line, one question remains:

what happens when the world is watching, but the feelings are real?

Warnings: adult language, curse words (no smut yet but in further chapters😉)

Word count: 1291

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The air behind the Sahara tent felt like it was buzzing. The mix of bass, sweat, sunscreen, and that weird Coachella magic that made everyone act a little crazier, a little hotter, a little braver, a little more empty headed. Coachella always had that kind of effect on people...the insufferable heat and the unbearable dry dessert air are a deadly combination.

Your set was in an hour.

And you were still half in your glam chair, half running around looking for your fucking USB.

Of course, that's when you run into the next "A-List Celebrity"

A familiar voice shouted from behind:

"YO YN! COME HERE FOR A SEC THE PEOPLE WANNA TALK TO YOU!"

You turned around and saw Jason the Vietnamese-American YouTuber and Streamer you'd known for like two years. He was live, obviously, his sidekick cameraman right on his toes with a ring light brighter than your future.

Chat on his phone moving so fast he can barely read one message.

Random EDM blasting somewhere behind him.

You were already overstimulated from looking at him.

"Chat, look who's here," he yelled, waving you over. "We got Coachella's baddest DJ in the building!"

You laughed and stepped into frame, pushing your hair behind your ear with one hand, waving into the camera with the other.

"Don't lie to them like that," you said, then switched to a fake influencer voice:

"Heyyyy guys!"

His chat exploded instantly:

WHO IS SHE???

SHE'S FINE ASF

GIRL DROP THE @

JASON SECURED A BAD ONE??

You rolled your eyes but played along, blowing them a kiss.

Jason grinned. "See? She always does that. That's why y'all fall in love."

And then, from slightly off-camera,

someone else stepped into frame.

Of course you knew his name.

And you knew his presence.

Tall, black cargo pants, sleeveless top that showed arms he definitely worked on, dark hair, jawline sharp enough to slice open your self-esteem.

Eyes almost too warm for his expression.

He looked like someone who didn't need attention...but always got it. Of course you were a fan but you decided to play it cool giving the situation.

Jason pulled him in by the wrist.

"Ayy chat, look who else is here. You guys know Jackson right? He's performing here too."

Jackson nodded toward the camera, cool, calm, confident...zero effort.

"Hey, how y'all doin? "

Even his voice had that low heat to it, like he was accidentally seductive. Ugh you hated him but also you loved him but also you can't show any of it...great...

Then Jason gestured between the two of you:

"YN, meet Jackson. Jackson, meet YN. Both of you should def collab. And if that happens I need at least like 10%. Also chat wants you both on screen, move in."

Before you could react, Jackson stepped closer.

Close enough that the left sleeve of your top brushed his shoulder.

He smelled like cologne you'd only smell in LA: expensive, subtle, addictive.

You kept your face neutral but your heartbeat kicked up like a faulty kick drum.

Jason shoved the phone toward both of you.

"Okay okay, say hi together!"

You tilted your head toward Jackson, camera-ready.

He leaned slightly toward you...not too much, just enough to show confidence.

You smiled politely at chat.

Jackson didn't smile at all...he just looked straight into the camera with that cool, unreadable expression.

Chat went insane:

WHO IS THIS DUO OMG

WE NEED THESE TWO TOGETHER

THEIR CHEMISTRY??? HELLO???

JACKSON LOOKING FINE AF WTF

JASON THIRD-WHEELING HARD LOL

You felt your cheeks warm.

Jackson noticed.

Of course he fucking did.

Then he finally looked away from the screen and...straight at you.

A slow blink.

A tiny smirk.

Like he was internally saying,

So that's you.

He extended a hand.

You took it.

"Nice to meet you," he said.

His hand was warm.

Large.

And he didn't let go immediately.

Before anything else could happen, one of Jackson's team members walked over...two guys speaking quickly in Mandarin, glancing at you.

You didn't react.

Not yet.

Jackson shot them a look. "Guys. Not now."

Then turned to the two you again.

They ignored him and kept talking.

About you.

Clearly.

Words like:

"她很漂亮" (she's pretty)

"感觉她很厉害" (she seems impressive)

"王嘉爾会喜欢这种类型" (Jackson Wang would like this type)

You kept your face blank.

Jackson tried to play it cool but looked mortified.

Jason, now aware of the situation, laughed. "They're hyping you up, don't worry."

You tilted your head, still smiling sweetly at them.

Then you said:

"Is this a good time to tell you guys I speak Chinese too?"

Everyone froze.

Jackson's head snapped up.

Eyes wide...not embarrassed, not shocked...

Impressed.

Turned on impressed.

His teammate started stuttering apologies.

Another mumbled something about not meaning disrespect.

You just shrugged.

"It's fine. I appreciate the compliments," you said in perfect Mandarin, letting it roll off your tongue smoothly.

Jackson stared at you like you'd just solved an equation he'd been stuck on for five years.

Then he leaned in slightly.

Low voice, just for you.

"你会中文...你怎么不早点说？"

(You speak Chinese... why didn't you say so earlier?)

You smirked.

"Didn't want to interrupt."

Jackson's eyes flicked down to your lips for half a second...barely noticeable, but enough.

Jason looked between you two and cursed under his breath.

"Oh god. Chat is right. The tension is insane. Well Imma leave you too it"

He tapped his phone already walking away from the two of you.

"Y'all need privacy."

You and Jackson stood there, silent for a moment.

Then he said,

"Come with me. It's too much here."

And the way he said it-

not a request.

Not a question.

He started walking deeper into the backstage area. You followed right behind him.

"Where are we even going?" You ask curiously breaking the silence.

Jackson stopped dead in his tracks, you almost crashed into him because he did it so abruptly.

He turned around and stared straight into your eyes...then smirked softly

"These are the perks of having an artist pass babe"

Then continued walking.

You felt it.

A pull.

A spark.

The first crack of heat.

He led you toward the private artist trailers, toward a more hidden area backstage where Coachella started to look more like an industrial site than a festival, walking just close enough that your hand brushed his from time to time.

You didn't look at him.

He didn't look at you.

All you could do is hope you both felt the same thing:

This wasn't just attraction.

⚠️for more chapters klick here⚠️

COACHELLA CHAOS (a Jackson Wang Fanfiction) (NSWF)(18+)(Smut)

CHAPTER 1: Coachella Backstage aka the perks of having an artist pass ✨

⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆

✍️Authors Note:

This is my very first fanfiction ever, so I'm a little nervous but also really excited to finally share this.

Also, I have zero real-life knowledge of how Coachella actually works or looks like-everything in this story is based purely on my imagination and videos I have seen lol

So if some locations or timelines don't make sense... I'm sorry in advance 😭

This story is meant to be fictional, messy, dramatic, and fun...not a realistic documentary.

⚠️I am writing this fanfic on Wattpad so if you wanna continue reading u can do so here⚠️

If you enjoy it, I'd love if you:

-like the story

-leave a comment

-or give me any feedback

Thank you for reading and giving my first fic a chance.

Love and light,

Mindy💋

⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆

Summary: What happens when a festival night turns into a global headline?

YN, a DJ on the rise, is riding the momentum of her career when one night at Coachella changes everything.

When she meets Jackson Wang the chemistry is instant, the fallout unavoidable.

Between flashing lights and cameras, the media chaos, and both careers on the line, one question remains:

what happens when the world is watching, but the feelings are real?

Warnings: adult language, curse words (no smut yet but in further chapters😉)

Word count: 1291

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Your set was in an hour.

And you were still half in your glam chair, half running around looking for your fucking USB.

Of course, that's when you run into the next "A-List Celebrity"

A familiar voice shouted from behind:

"YO YN! COME HERE FOR A SEC THE PEOPLE WANNA TALK TO YOU!"

Chat on his phone moving so fast he can barely read one message.

Random EDM blasting somewhere behind him.

You were already overstimulated from looking at him.

"Chat, look who's here," he yelled, waving you over. "We got Coachella's baddest DJ in the building!"

You laughed and stepped into frame, pushing your hair behind your ear with one hand, waving into the camera with the other.

"Don't lie to them like that," you said, then switched to a fake influencer voice:

"Heyyyy guys!"

His chat exploded instantly:

WHO IS SHE???

SHE'S FINE ASF

GIRL DROP THE @

JASON SECURED A BAD ONE??

You rolled your eyes but played along, blowing them a kiss.

Jason grinned. "See? She always does that. That's why y'all fall in love."

And then, from slightly off-camera,

someone else stepped into frame.

Of course you knew his name.

And you knew his presence.

Tall, black cargo pants, sleeveless top that showed arms he definitely worked on, dark hair, jawline sharp enough to slice open your self-esteem.

Eyes almost too warm for his expression.

He looked like someone who didn't need attention...but always got it. Of course you were a fan but you decided to play it cool giving the situation.

Jason pulled him in by the wrist.

"Ayy chat, look who else is here. You guys know Jackson right? He's performing here too."

Jackson nodded toward the camera, cool, calm, confident...zero effort.

"Hey, how y'all doin? "

Even his voice had that low heat to it, like he was accidentally seductive. Ugh you hated him but also you loved him but also you can't show any of it...great...

Then Jason gestured between the two of you:

"YN, meet Jackson. Jackson, meet YN. Both of you should def collab. And if that happens I need at least like 10%. Also chat wants you both on screen, move in."

Before you could react, Jackson stepped closer.

Close enough that the left sleeve of your top brushed his shoulder.

He smelled like cologne you'd only smell in LA: expensive, subtle, addictive.

You kept your face neutral but your heartbeat kicked up like a faulty kick drum.

Jason shoved the phone toward both of you.

"Okay okay, say hi together!"

You tilted your head toward Jackson, camera-ready.

He leaned slightly toward you...not too much, just enough to show confidence.

You smiled politely at chat.

Jackson didn't smile at all...he just looked straight into the camera with that cool, unreadable expression.

Chat went insane:

WHO IS THIS DUO OMG

WE NEED THESE TWO TOGETHER

THEIR CHEMISTRY??? HELLO???

JACKSON LOOKING FINE AF WTF

JASON THIRD-WHEELING HARD LOL

You felt your cheeks warm.

Jackson noticed.

Of course he fucking did.

Then he finally looked away from the screen and...straight at you.

A slow blink.

A tiny smirk.

Like he was internally saying,

So that's you.

He extended a hand.

You took it.

"Nice to meet you," he said.

His hand was warm.

Large.

And he didn't let go immediately.

Before anything else could happen, one of Jackson's team members walked over...two guys speaking quickly in Mandarin, glancing at you.

You didn't react.

Not yet.

Jackson shot them a look. "Guys. Not now."

Then turned to the two you again.

They ignored him and kept talking.

About you.

Clearly.

Words like:

"她很漂亮" (she's pretty)

"感觉她很厉害" (she seems impressive)

"王嘉爾会喜欢这种类型" (Jackson Wang would like this type)

You kept your face blank.

Jackson tried to play it cool but looked mortified.

Jason, now aware of the situation, laughed. "They're hyping you up, don't worry."

You tilted your head, still smiling sweetly at them.

Then you said:

"Is this a good time to tell you guys I speak Chinese too?"

Everyone froze.

Jackson's head snapped up.

Eyes wide...not embarrassed, not shocked...

Impressed.

Turned on impressed.

His teammate started stuttering apologies.

Another mumbled something about not meaning disrespect.

You just shrugged.

"It's fine. I appreciate the compliments," you said in perfect Mandarin, letting it roll off your tongue smoothly.

Jackson stared at you like you'd just solved an equation he'd been stuck on for five years.

Then he leaned in slightly.

Low voice, just for you.

"你会中文...你怎么不早点说？"

(You speak Chinese... why didn't you say so earlier?)

You smirked.

"Didn't want to interrupt."

Jackson's eyes flicked down to your lips for half a second...barely noticeable, but enough.

Jason looked between you two and cursed under his breath.

"Oh god. Chat is right. The tension is insane. Well Imma leave you too it"

He tapped his phone already walking away from the two of you.

"Y'all need privacy."

You and Jackson stood there, silent for a moment.

Then he said,

"Come with me. It's too much here."

And the way he said it-

not a request.

Not a question.

He started walking deeper into the backstage area. You followed right behind him.

"Where are we even going?" You ask curiously breaking the silence.

Jackson stopped dead in his tracks, you almost crashed into him because he did it so abruptly.

He turned around and stared straight into your eyes...then smirked softly

"These are the perks of having an artist pass babe"

Then continued walking.

You felt it.

A pull.

A spark.

The first crack of heat.

You didn't look at him.

He didn't look at you.

All you could do is hope you both felt the same thing:

This wasn't just attraction.

⚠️for more chapters klick here⚠️

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