characters: jackson wang x reader
summary: you and jackson secretly dating behind your circle of friends
You and Jackson have been dating for a couple of months now without any of your friends knowing. You share a common circle of friends from college which made way for you to meet in the first place.
Mark, an old friend from college, suddenly called you on a Friday night—just when you are about to leave the office building, excited to spend the rest of the weekend lazing off in your own apartment and getting as much sleep as you could. He invited you to a party place to celebrate his birthday. Feeling a bit guilty for not remembering a friend’s birthday, you agreed immediately even though shortly after he told you his birthday is not actually until next week and that he’s just celebrating in advance. You knew your other friends would be there and wouldn’t miss the impromptu gathering so you agreed on coming way too easily, completely forgetting about the thing you were excited about just a moment ago. It’s been a while since you have seen your friends, anyway.
You were the type of person who could go on both ends of a mood spectrum. There are times when you feel like partying hard and there were times when you don’t feel like talking to a single soul. You constantly need to meditate every now and then though, finding balance when you burn yourself out socializing for a longer period of time.
As soon as you reached the place, your friends cheer for your mere presence recognizing you even from quite a distance. You can’t stop but giggle like a teenager you have been with them as you walk your way to the reserved table.
You’re not usually quick to get tipsy but you skipped lunch and dinner meals earlier in the office and went straight to the bar. After a few glasses of cocktails and a bottle of beer, you start to feel a bit lightheaded with your friend seated beside you continue to talk nonstop with you everything about her work and her boss. You don’t fully understand the chatterbox session, only nodding and laughing when she does just so she won’t get offended.
When your friend finally takes a break and decides to wreck the dance floor instead, you stand up, half bending forward to reach out for another glass of cocktail and a plate of assorted nuts and junkies placed on the opposite side of the table.
A few minutes after you munched on the platter of nuts, your friends came pouring back into the table. Everyone catching their breaths after dancing and laughing from the dance floor. You don’t like dancing when tipsy. It makes you so clumsy and you feel overly sensitive to feeling other people’s bodies so every time you go out, you only stay at the table.
As your friends settle for seats around the table, you see Jackson enter the place through the mirror placed at the far end of the table. It’s funny how it has become so easy for you to spot him despite the alcohol affecting some parts of your brain at the moment. But he is there, hair sleek with a portion escaping to rest near the middle of his forehead and a denim jacket that hung to his broad shoulders. He greeted your friend and took a seat at the far end of the table near the dance floor—the only vacant seat, annoyingly.
Hours passed by swiftly with you and your friends laughing at the memories shared together and even sharing stories that used to be a top-secret when you were still in college. Soon, you become comfortable with the hungry gaze Jackson has been giving you since he sat on the single sofa he’s occupying.
No one in this circle knows you two had been dating. Both of you will be claiming the spotlight and attending to endless questions and teasing for at least a whole night if one of them ever knew. They have been teasing you and Jackson to be together before, seeing how your personalities would totally complement each other. You have been shying it away even from the very start. The idea of having a romantic relationship with one of your friends is the least you could ever handle. For you, once a friendship gets tainted with romance and break-up, it is impossible to go back to being friends.
And you love your friends just much.
After graduating, you barely kept in touch with your friends only ever checking your SNS accounts every once in a while. You met Jackson at your favorite band’s concert outside of town and soon after that, he invited you to numerous hangouts which he, later on, changed the description to ‘dates’. You were not really close to each other back in college and you always felt a bit awkward when they started teasing you together. You saw him first at the entrance of the stadium, standing in line and scrolling through his phone with air pods plugged in his ears. The two girls in front of him were giggling and stealing glances in his direction as the line started to move. You shook your head lightly and continued checking out the pamphlet given out before the start of the event.
You successfully claimed your passes and entered the venue. Only when you were standing in the pit area you felt yourself being hungry. You have been so excited to see this band perform live you forgot to eat your dinner. Glancing around the area and then at your wristwatch, you decided the show will not start until after ~40 minutes and so you stepped out of the concert hall and went to the food stalls area to grab a quick meal.
You picked a sandwich for a meal. You were pulling a bill from your purse when you heard choking sounds of someone standing at the high table beside you. The girl behind the counter offered him an opened bottled water which he quickly gulped. You blinked a few times, recognizing the person’s face.
“Jackson! Are you okay?” you asked when you recognized him, withdrawing your right hand from the inside of your purse to tap his back in worry.
He made a few more coughing sounds and took a long look at you. “Y/N?”
You glanced at the cashier, curiously gazing at the both of you, your sandwich waiting to be claimed at the counter. You handed the cashier a few bills, paying for the sandwich and the bottled water Jackson drank while also requesting one for yourself.
“Oh, wait. You didn’t have to pay for that. Here-“ he motioned to reach for his wallet but you stopped him.
You smiled and put your own food in front of him at the table. “It’s fine, Jackson. Don’t worry about it.”
“Right. Let me treat you to coffee after the concert, then.” He said as he stared at you interestingly as you stuff your cheeks with a sandwich in a hurry.
“I didn’t know you were a fan.” You said as you swallowed the remaining portion of the sandwich, the whole food disappearing in a matter of a few minutes. You didn’t really care if someone looks at you while you eat.
Jackson looked at you incredulously, amazed at how good you eat. He had to make a mental note to treat you out to a meal next time. “Well, I’ve been listening to them since they started. At first, because the bassist is my close friend, but then I started to really like all of their songs after a while.”
You gaped at him. “Brian. No kidding.”
“Of course. I even got my ticket from him.” Jackson chuckled, staring at your way too luscious-looking lips.
You grimaced at his reaction. “You know, you sound like a total sham right now.” You then collected the trash from the meal you both had and disposed of it. Jackson followed after you, draping an arm over your shoulder.
It wasn’t uncomfortable for you at all. You, who used to bolt at any kind of physical connection with people except your friends. Maybe because he’s a long-time friend, you thought.
Some of your friends started to go home while another batch of Mark’s friends started to arrive at the bar and continue to lit up the place with brand new energy.
You look at Jackson’s direction and saw how engaged he is in the conversation. He had his face resting on his fist, the other hand fondling on the lips of his glass of whiskey. You felt a bit jealous now that he’s not paying much attention to you anymore so you continued to stare until he finally felt your gaze toward him.
He turns to look in your direction and you blink slowly, deciding what to do to claim his full attention.
You continue to stare straight into his eyes and lifted an arm to rest your chin on your palm, tilting your head slightly and giving him a cheeky smile.
Jackson shot his eyebrows up in surprise and you giggled at how cute you think he seems right at the moment.
One of your friends tapped your shoulder, bidding goodbye and asking if you’re about to go as well, offering a ride back to your home. You smiled at your friend and told her you’ll be fine. You are still feeling lightheaded but you’re not acting a lot differently yet, which means you still have a lot of room before being intoxicated.
You’re surprised when you turned back and found no one sitting on the chair Jackson occupied a minute ago. Letting out a small puff, you reached for your glass, the other hand still supporting your chin. You stare at the blinking neon light sign outside the transparent glass wall of the bar.
Jackson sits beside you, brushing the portion of hair, from your cheek that cupped your small face, to the back of your shoulder. You smiled at him, doe eyes turning crescent. He bit his lips, trying so hard not to kiss you right there and then.
He scooped closer to your ear. “I didn’t know you’d be here.”
“Neither do I.,” you say as you grab his face and peck his mouth lightly, a small smile tugging at your own lips as you stare at his shocked reaction. He looks around quickly and nervously, checking if someone saw you kissing him casually.
Jackson met a couple of smirking faces in front but no one dared to speak about it. He thinks you’re definitely drunk and so he tries to get you out of the bar to send you back home. He wasn’t enjoying the event anyway and only decided to come when he saw your face in the photos Mark has sent to their chatroom inviting even more friends.
You got up way too quickly and wished Mark again a ‘Happy birthday’ along with a short goodbye to your friends. It wouldn’t really matter since most of them are either too drunk to understand you or are already on the dancefloor. Mark eyed you and Jackson smirking as you made your way out of the bar with Jackson’s hand on your waist.
You both reached the parking lot and waited for Jackson to unlock the doors but he stood still behind your back. You met his scrutinizing gaze when you turned to look at him.
“Why?” you asked, realizing how hungry you are already.
“You’re not drunk,” Jackson said more to himself. He’s a bit surprised when you carried yourself all too well, still in high heels, after a night party.
You laughed at his face. “I’m not. Can you please unlock the door now? Let’s get something to eat, I’m starving.” You said and made a face.
Jackson grabbed you by the waist and turned you to face him. His breath fanning your cheeks and you suddenly forget to breathe. His eyes stare at your own then lingered way too long at your lips. You don’t know what has been keeping him from kissing you when you already showed half of your friends earlier the shot between you two.
“Just fucking kiss me, babe.” You whispered.
It took him less than a millisecond to comply and though you demanded him to kiss you, you were a bit taken aback causing you to lean backward to his car. His hand was fast and he pulled on your waist even before your back touched the cold metal and the other trapped your side against the car.
He slowly pushed you to step back until you finally rested you back at the door of his SUV.
You were feeling weak on your knees and if not for his grip on your waist and your arms entwined around his neck, you probably wobbled against him embarrassing yourself.
Making out with Jackson has always been steamy. Like a race you know you will have to finish whatever it takes. But you can’t do it in an open parking lot, open for public viewing anytime.
You both softly gasped for air, Jackson pulling on your lower lip before resting his forehead to yours.
“I’m hungry.” You said wanting to make it out of that place. But there’s no use in telling Jackson that unless you want to be fucked in that parking lot. “Let’s get some food.”
He nuzzles at your neck for a while before pressing his keys to unlock the car. He steps back and pulls you along with him tighter to open the door, taking the chance to make you feel how hard he is already after the steamy make-out session you just ended.
You are suddenly starving like a hole is slowly boring into your stomach.
