#jackson fanfic

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I thank GOD that not a single incestuous fic involving Michael, Jaafar or Jermajesty has appeared on my dashboard. I don't wanna see that!!!! I know some of y'all nasty, weird ass heffas are writing that shit!!!!

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Hello!

Firstly- congratulations on your milestone achievement!

Secondly- I would like to participate in the event please. May I have Jackson Wang, Indigo, and Submissive please?

Thank you!

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Listening as his car door slams shut and his footsteps race up the pathway to your front door, he swears under his breath as he drops his keys, fumbling with them to get inside. And you wait patiently, cross-legged in your chair aimed straight at the door, picturing his panicked state.

As he enters he spots you instantly, halting his movements with eyes full of worry and a silent, pleading apology.

“Baby, I-”

You put your hand up to silence him. “I don't want to hear it, Jackson.”

“But-”

You throw him a hard glare. “Don't make me repeat myself.”

He obeys looking defeatedly down at his feet.

“Assume your position.” you order.

Slowly, he drops to his knees, shrugs out of his blazer and removes his shirt, leaving them in a pile beside him. He undoes his belt and pulls it through his trousers loops, holding it up for you.

Uncrossing your legs, you rise from your chair, striding across the room and enjoying the way his eyes remain fixed to your heels clicking along the wooden floor. You take the belt from him and place it carefully around his neck, wrapping it around and fastening it at the back, with enough space for your fingers to fit between it and his skin.

He's already breathing heavily and you've barely started.

“I waited for you for over an hour in that restaurant,” you say as you circle around him, kicking the pile of his clothes to the side as you go, “I called you numerous times and you didn't answer, not even a text to say you'd been held up.”

He opens his mouth to speak and you yank on the belt making him grunt.

“You will speak when I say you can. I don't think you appreciate who you're married to. I don't think you appreciate that you are very lucky to have me and now, you are going to prove it.”

Stopping in front of him and trailing a finger up your thigh, lifting your silk chemise up just enough that he can see your naked sex before letting the material fall again. He whimpers and the sound satisfies you, even more when you notice the tent in his trousers from his very obvious arousal. Something you will not be touching tonight.

Turning you walk to the other side of the room, laying down on some cushions you'd already prepared, letting your knees fall and legs spread open wide.

His desperation knits his eyebrows together, making him look pained as he bites his lip, his whole body tensed and ready for your command. The sight makes you want him all the more.

“Now, crawl here and devour me until I tell you to stop.”

Author's Notes: I hope you enjoy, I may have to continue this one. If you would like to participate in this event, see the details here

[kpopimaginings]

Jackson Wang - Ride me? (NSFW)

A/N: Got a request for some more Jackson on here, so I finally finished this story I started about 3 years ago!

Jackson had had a long day and you knew this. It wasn't a surprise to you that after a quick hello and a kiss he headed straight to the bedroom. What was a surprise was entering it later and finding him still awake. "What's up baby?" you asked him. "Can't sleep?"

You sat beside him and ran your hand through his hair soothingly.

He shook his head. "I want sex."

You were taken aback by his blunt words.

"You look like you want sleep."

"Ride me?" he asked, giving a pout and his irresistible puppy eyes.

"Really?"

He honestly looked to you like he'd fall asleep before either of you climaxed.

"I've missed you. It feels like so long since we were together and I kept getting distracted thinking about you today."

"I can lay with you and cuddle while you fall asleep?" you offered.

Jackson just looked up at you with a pout and his puppy eyes you loved so much. He ran a hand up and down your thigh.

"Please?" he asked again, his hand wandering slowly higher and higher.

"You are far too persuasive, Jackson Wang," you sighed, causing a bright smile to appear on your boyfriends face.

He swiftly pulled you so were straddling him and brought your lips together. You couldn't help but giggle into the kiss at how eager Jackson was despite his sleepy state.

"Baby," you mumbled against his lips and he just hummed in response. "I'm wearing far too many clothes for this," you finished, pulling back slightly.

It was Jackson's turn to let out a laugh this time, releasing his grip on you so that you could shed your clothes. He lazily threw back the covers so that you could join him under them. That was when you noticed that he was already naked and semi hard.

"You really are keen, aren't you?" you teased before climbing back on top of him.

He just grinned up at you, before pulling you back down to connect your lips once more. One of his hands threaded through your hair while the other splayed out against your back, keeping you as close as possible.

As your lips were engaged with Jackson's, you slowly began grinding down against him.

"Baby," he moaned, "Feels so good already."

You smiled before kissing him again, continuing your movements to make sure you were both ready before going further.

As you finally slid down onto him, he let out a low moan, his eyes fluttering shut.

You smiled, letting out a happy hum yourself. "Is this what you needed, baby?"

He hummed in confirmation. "Love you," he mumbled out in his half sleepy, half blissed state.

"Love you too," you smiled, capturing his lips in yours and rolling your hips.

Jacksons breath hitched at your movement, so you continued.

"Let me know when you're close, yeah?"

The only reply you got was a nod as he gripped your hips tightly to keep you moving against him. You allowed your hands to roam from his chest around his body, your hips still grinding against him.

Despite his tired state, Jackson was still rocking his hips in time with yours, his hold on your hips so tight it was as though he was worried you may vanish.

"Close, baby," he muttered, screwing his eyes shut.

You leant forward to kiss his lips. "Good," you whispered in his ear, "Let go for me, baby."

The closeness of your body against his, your soft breath against his ear and the continued movement of you hips timed with his was exactly what he needed to reach his high.

With a grunt as his movements stuttered as you kept circling your hips, riding out his high and chasing your own. After finishing yourself, you pushed yourself up again, looking down at your boyfriend. His eyes were still closed as you softly brushed his hair away from his forehead.

"Is that what you needed?"

He nodded and hummed, the only response he had energy to give you.

"I'm just going to clean up and I'll be back to snuggle you," you said as you got up to head to the bathroom.

Upon your return you pulled on the first of Jackson's tshirts you found and were very unsurprised to see his fast asleep in almost the exact position you left him in.

With a small smile, you pressed a kiss to his cheeks before snuggling into him to drift off yourself.

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[kpopimaginings]

Family Man - Jackson Wang

A/N: I got a request about Jackson getting married and having a family and it gave me an excuse to write this little scenario.

Jackson was, and had always been, an incredibly hard worker, this was something you knew when you agreed to date him. There were times you'd be left home alone while he worked, and when you had then got engaged you didn't expect this to change. However, as your relationship had grown more and more serious you were being invited to more work events with him. After you married, you were essentially a full-time wife. Jackson had urged you to quit your job in favour of travelling the word with him. What you hadn't expected was for him to announce he was taking a hiatus from music when you found out you were expecting your daughter, Ellie.

Very quickly his world came to revolve around the tiny human the two of you had made together. He couldn't stop himself writing music and did manage to come up with a whole new albums worth of material inspired by his girls, but he kept his work close to home. By the time he was ready to tour again, your baby was a walking, talking toddler and the two of you were going along with him.

You had your doubts at first, thinking that touring with his family was going to be difficult or distracting, but Jackson made it work. You would normally take Ellie exploring, letting her see the world and learn new things, until one day, Jackson approached you with a different plan.

So, that evening you found yourself side of stage with Ellie in your arms, a pair of large yellow headphones to block the sound. With a good luck kiss from each of you, Jackson took to the stage.

There was something strange about seeing him perform again. You hadn't watched him since finding out you were pregnant, so being there again, with your daughter in your arms felt really special. You had worried she would be bored or wouldn't react well, but she was thoroughly engrossed in watching her father perform.

At a break in the set list, Jackson grabbed his handheld mic and addressed the audience. "Now, you guys won't know this, but tonight is a really special show for me, as there is someone here I'd like to introduce you to."

He quickly ran to the side of the stage to where you were. "Can I take her?" he asked you.

"If she wants you to," you replied. You knew full well that Jackson's Instagram was full of the two of you, so it's not like she was a secret.

"You wanna come with Daddy, angel?" he asked, holding his arms out. She very happily leaned towards him and you passed her over.

"Everyone," he said back into his mic. "This is my very special guest tonight, Ellie Wang. Ellie, do you want to say hi?"

He held the mic in front of her and she leant in towards it. "Hi!" she said happily with a little wave.

You heard some cheers and coos from the audience.

"Good girl," Jackson said, placing a kiss on her cheek. "This is the first time Ellie has been to one of my shows, so I'm super excited to have her here. Are you having fun?" he added looking back to her.

"Yeah, I'm with Mummy," she told the mic in front of her, sounding delighted by the whole thing.

"Do you wanna go back to her?" he asked, but she shook her head before burying her face in his shoulder.

He chuckled and continued to talk to the crowd while bouncing her, asking if they followed him on Instagram and telling little stories behind some of his photos.

"Ok," he said eventually, "Daddy needs to sing again, so it's time to go back to Mummy. Can you say goodbye to all my friends here?"

This time there were no words from her, but she did continue to wave until they reached you again.

Jackson had the biggest grin on his face as he passed Ellie back you. "I love you, girls."

"We love you too, now get back out there," you told him, before urging your daughter to clap for him as he went back.

As if you weren't already proud enough of your husband, watching the way he so seamlessly slid from dad, to husband, to performer, you knew that this was going to work. He could be 'Jackson Wang from China' and your family man.

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[kpopimaginings]

“I can’t take you seriously” - Jackson Wang

A/N: I was inspired by both the quote in the title and this picture for this one!

You had planned for a nice quiet night in to pamper yourself. Originally, your boyfriend was going to be working so you could have some quality me-time, but he now had the evening off.

"Hey babe," Jackson said excitedly as you opened the door to him.

"Hey, I thought you were working?" you replied, surprised to see him.

"You don't seem very pleased to see me," he pouted.

"I am," you assured him, "I just had plans."

"I thought you were spending the evening alone?"

"Yeah, that was the plan."

Jackson raised his eyebrows suggestively.

"Not like that, Wang!" you complained.

"Oh, I was going to offer to join in."

You couldn't help but chuckle as he finally entered and took off his shoes and jacket.

"You could still join me," you offered. "Wanna do a face pack?"

"Sure, as long as I'm with you," he replied with a grin.

You couldn't help but smile back at the sappy comment. Jackson could honestly make any situation a way to remind you how much he loved you, and it just made you love him all the more.

You had already cleansed your face, so you just grabbed a sheet mask and sat in front of the mirror to it on. There was a headband already in place holding your hair out of your face. As you finished smoothing the mask out, your boyfriend appeared behind you, as much of his hair as possible pulled into a little tuft of a ponytail on top of his head.

You had to fight not to giggle at the sight and risk your mask slipping or creasing. Moving away from the mirror so that Jackson could use it, you looked for something to watch while the masks worked their magic.

Once he had his mask in place, Jackson approached you.

"Oh babe, I meant to tell you-"

"No," you cut him off. "You can't try and have a normal conversation with me right now."

"Why not?" he whined.

"Because I can't take you seriously when you look like that," you replied honestly. "And it's probably better for the masks if we don't talk."

He sighed before slumping down next to you and miming zipping his lips shut. You simply nodded and hit play on the remote, ready to enjoy your quiet night in, even if you did have company now.

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With Every Breath

Prompt: “Could you see us like this in five years?” -- @challengingwords​ prompt #51

Pairing: Jackson Wang x female reader

Genre: warrior au / angst-fluff

Warnings: fighting, mention of death, bleak feeling of existence, cursing

Word count: 884

Wiping the back of a hand over your brow to shift some of your perspiration, you rolled your eyes when you caught a dark entity attempting to stealthily sneak up on you in your peripheral vision. Swinging at the hip, you drove your heel into his stomach, knocking him down before piercing his chest with a dagger. His body combusted into ash, and if this wasn’t your fourth day of patrols, you might have felt satisfaction at how little opportunity the creature had stood against you.

“Gods. I’m so done,” chimed Jackson, his blade slicing through a shadow creature before arching it over his head to take down another that had approached from behind. Glancing at you as he breathed heavily, he then groaned loudly. “I could kill for some peace and quiet.”

Your lips tipped up in a smirk as you made precise and fatal moves on another creature. “I think that’s what we’re doing now, Jack. Killing.”

“Very funny,” he grumbled, expertly slaying more of the never-ending slew of creatures.

You were both seasoned warriors, but even you had to admit this recent outburst thanks to Ares was really starting to piss you off. If the God of War wished to go into battle, he could at least attempt to fight fair. You already had too many warriors wounded, and your numbers were dwindling.

Finally, after what felt like another twenty minutes of intense border protection and sweating way more than you’d like to admit keeping the bastards at bay, the shadows disappeared. Slumping against the wall that surrounded the fortress, you watched as Jackson used his sword as a walking stick.

He approached you slowly without a limp, but his muscles were no doubt as sore as yours felt. “Another night, another tally count of bullshit.”

You grinned. “I’m pretty sure I had ten more on you.”

“Nonsense. You didn’t see the six I took out with one spin.”

“Yeah, yeah. Probably didn’t happen,” you replied as he nudged you playfully, your muscles protesting with the effort it took to remain upright. Your expression turned morose. “How many did we lose?”

“Looks minimal tonight. Everyone is accounted for,” he answered, his dark gaze travelling the group traipsing back into the safety of the citadel. “A better night than last.”

You wondered just how long you’d have until one of you fell. Sure, both you and Jackson had sustained injuries over the years. It was impossible not to. Although your squadron had Asclepius’ healing powers to turn to and Apollo’s support with this campaign, neither of you were invincible. Ares, however, was a god.

“I wish I could smite him,” you stated as you passed by a statue of the God of War in question, tempted to kick it despite how exhausted you were. However, you didn’t wish to cross your fate out any faster than this war would. It felt like your life had already followed along something predestined and was hard enough to shake free from. For a moment, you felt the freefall of despair as you trudged towards your living quarters to bathe and collapse into your bed. With a look at Jackson’s grim expression, you spoke the only thing that you could think of. “Could you see us like this in five years?”

“What kind of nightmarish question is that?!” Jackson asked, giving you an incredulous stare. “I don’t want even five more weeks of this war. Five years?! No way will either of us survive such a battle.”

You sighed heavily. “I wasn’t meaning this war per se. When this one ends, there will still be something to fight, another dark power to destroy for the sake of others.”

“It’s our duty,” Jackson reminded quietly as he opened the door to the warriors’ den, the atrium filled with quiet, tired murmurs of the others heading towards the same destination you were. It was routine to travel back together, to clean off the battle and then rest until the sun was high in the sky.

Each day had a similarity to it that you were sick of.

“Sometimes, I wish for more than duty,” you said, not looking over at your friend. You had known each other for the entirety of your life. Orphaned and raised together to fight in the name of the Gods, you had no understanding of what it was like to be a civilian.

Still, you liked to dream about it as much as you could allow. And you would never admit to Jackson that he was a part of those dreams either.

That would be too much teasing fodder to hand over to the man.

Your next step came up short when Jackson suddenly moved in front of you. Eyes locked on yours, he searched them for an immeasurable moment before letting out a shaky little breath. He cupped your face softly, so brief that had you blinked, you would have missed it. If your cheeks weren’t warm from where his palms had been, you might have thought it was your imagination hoping for gentle caresses instead of the hard knocks your warrior life consisted of.

“I do with every breath also,” Jackson confessed reverently.

And then he was gone, leaving you to wonder if he too dreamed the same way you did.

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One Million In One Day | 9

GOT7 SugarDaddy!Jackson Wang x Reader + Park Jinyoung x Reader | Part 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 Characters: GOT7 Summary: His mother’s final wish is to see him be happy in a relationship, knowing that Jackson would be fine when she left him. But, damn, he didn’t have time for relationships, especially not since he was busy running his father’s billion dollar empire, thus the compromise: you. Word Count: <2k Warnings: Stalking, fighting, cursing, mentioning of illness, TYPOS, etc.

A/N: HI IT”S BEEN SO LONG BUT HERE IT IS HKASHFKAFA

I’m tagging @tia-m94 because, well, she wanted to be HAHA, and I was looking for all the other messages I got about updating this but I can’t seem to find them, so yeah, if you wanna be tagged in the last chapter just ell me cos I’m actually planning on posting that soon as well.

It’s been two weeks since Jinyoung stopped talking to us, and I’ve had enough of it. He’s neither replied to my or Mark’s texts while clearly holding his phone in class, so obviously he wants us to know that he’s ignoring us.

Once Mr. Choi says class dismissed, I grabbed my things and jogged over to the other side of the room for him. He was still fixing up his things when I arrived and the blank expression he had somehow fell.

I move over to him once his row is cleared and call out to him, “Jinyoung.”

Much unlike him, he takes all his things and shoves it into his bag, out of spite. But it was too unlike his nature. He sighs and begins to fix it inside, not paying attention to me.

“I’m sorry that I upset you.”

Jinyoung glares at me, “you’re sorry? For what?”

I bite my lower lip and huff, “Jinyoung... please don’t be like this.”

Jinyoung scoffs, “you still don’t get it, do you.”

“Could you please just tell me? I don’t like becoming your enemy.”

“Do you? From what I can tell you don’t care at all for me.”

I pull back from his tight remark and frown, “how could you say that...”

Jinyong's eyes are on fire as he watches my expression in disgust, “You can’t play with me, just because we’re friends.”

“I’m not playing with you," I manage weakly.

Jinyoung rolls his eyes and finally fixes all his things and storms past me. I let him have a head start and run after him right after.

The moment I caught up with him, I grab onto his arm and blurt, “there’s only one thing I can think of... but I have no idea how you’d know.”

Jinyoung finally stops and turns to me.

I feel my feel tears well up in my eyes and I pull him to the side. Jinyoung looks down at me as I fiddle my fingers. I scratch my eyes and turn to him, finding he dawned a different expression on his face.

“Do you know about..." I suck in a breath and whisper, "my sugar daddy?"

Jinyoung clenches his jaw for a moment, then lets out a breath, “... yes. I saw him take you out in his sports car when I was supposed to come over. I was already outside your door when I called.”

I bite my lower lip.

Jinyoung clenched jaw, "you lied to me that day. You said you were going to sleep in all day. You even had the audacity to say you had fun with me the day before."

I turn to him, hot tears streaming down my face. I desperately reason out, "but I did Jinyoung. I love hanging out with you no matter where or when."

Jinyoung turns away from me and I begin to feel like the world was staring at me at this point. I turn to my feet in shame and embarrassment.

"Then why did you lie?" Jinyoung starts again, not caring if the world could hear, "between your teeth, in front of my face? And you told Mark though, so it infuriates me even more."

I suck in a breath for courage and grab his hand, "can we talk at my apartment, please. Give me a chance to explain."

I dread that he will rip him hand away from me and spit at my face. But instead, he grips my wrist and sighs, leading me off.

When we get there, Jinyoung's keen eye notices all the differences in the place. He doesn't miss to note on it bitterly, "wah, you bought an oven too. How cute."

I frown and turn to him, "ya... I did it for you okay."

Jinyoung looks at me, bewildered, caught off guard.

I whine and wipe my face. I drop my bag to the floor and push the thought of missing class today away, "I bought an oven so we could make cheesecake, because I just like you so damn much. And I didn't mean to hurt you. I didn't mean for you to see Jackson. And I had to tell Mark because I had to spend all the money he gave me or else I would lose it."

Jinyoung shakes his head and hands, "wait don't tell me the story like this. Tell me from the beginning, from the very start till now."

And so I do.

By the end of it, Jinyoung and I are sitting on the couch with an awkwardly small gap between us. I don't know what was going through his mind now, but what I did know was that he wasn't happy.

"So what, you're going to keep doing this? What if he asks you to marry you for the sake of his mom?"

I furrow my brows, "Jinyoung, he wouldn't do that. And besides, I think he won't ask me to come over anymore."

"But if he does, will you go?"

"... I can't just leave him."

Jinyoung turns sour, "you most definitely can. You have nothing in writing."

"But he's like a friend now..."

He scoffs, "so you like this Jackson guy?"

I bitterly reply without turning to him, "it's like you want me to make a neon sign that I like you, Jinyoung."

When he doesn't give a sassy retort, I feel my insides grind in fear. I manage to turn to him and my stomach drops when I see he's staring at me, "do you mean it?"

I frown.

"Or are you just saying things I want to hear to get a pass?"

I feel my eyes glass, "what?"

Jinyoung scoffs out a chuckle, "are you an idiot, or are you an idiot?"

"... ... Jinyoung ..."

He sighs, "you still don't get it, do you?" Jinyoung diminishes the gap between us and casually wipes the tears on my cheek away, "I like you so much, you big idiot."

I just look at him, dumbfounded, not really knowing what to say, up until a thought popped up in my head, "is that why you were so upset?"

Jinyoung rolls his eyes, "what do you think?"

It may have been misplaced and untimely, but my stomach swirls in butterflies and I begin to feel giddy.

"You have to stop seeing him though."

I feel pulled back by his sudden statement.

"I don't want you going around with some guy that has so much leverage over you. Especially not because you wanted to by me an over for stupid cheesecake, the hell?"

I open my mouth to protest, but Jinyoung cuts me off, “you’ve done enough, pabo. Now, for my sake,” he grabs my hand, “don’t see any other guy, but me.”

My heart races. My breath hitches.”

Jinyoung clears his throat, “so, can I be your boyfriend?”

I can’t help but bite my lip and snort at him for asking like that. I, instead on answering, do what I have thought of doing whenever he pouts, or whenever he smiles, or whenever he’s stressed, or whenever he’s teasing me. I move forward and peck his lips, placing a chaste kiss and smiling back at him.

Jinyoung doesn’t seem to be surprised by this, and only pushes me back to plant a deeper kiss on my lips. We reposition, so that my torso is facing him and so is his facing mine. I wind up leaning on the arm rest of the sofa and Jinyoung’s hands are latching themselves on my body. He stops midway and inhales, “I want you to answer me though, just so it’s clear we’re on the same page.”

I pretend to think about it, “... I dunno, commitment seems a little too much. Why not just be kissing buddies?”

Jinyoung raises his upper lip and makes an annoyed sound. He then tickles me where he had his hands and I jolt and wither at the assault.

“Okay! Okay!” I scream, making him cease and narrow his eyes at me, “you can be my boyfriend, Park Jinyoung.”

Jinyoung scoffs, “ya, you think you’re so cool? It’s an honor for you to be my girlfriend.”

I forfeit another reply and only pull him close. Jinyoung reciprocates immediately.

My mind is already hazy when he pulls away again, “I want to hear you say it--”

“Shut up, Jinyoung.”

It’s kinda funny how Jinyoung and I go about now. I remember telling Mark about it during class and how much he freaked out because of it.

It was kinda funny.

Much like I has anticipated, an entire month had passed and I didn't even really think about Jackson. That was up until I got a call one night from no other than my sugar daddy himself.

“Hello?” I answer immediately

“Hey--” his voice is thick and low, “I know this is short notice, but can I meet you right now?”

I pull my phone away to check the time. I see it’s about 9:30pm. I pull my phone back, “I dunno, Jackson. I’m kinda scared to go out at this time.”

“What if I pick you up?”

I think of Jinyoung for a moment, then I reply to Jackson, “okay.”

By the time Jackson arrives, I had texted Jinyoung that I would go out with Jackson for one last time. He was hesitant, but he said that he trusted me more than anything.

I went into Jackson’s car and he immediately just drives once I get in. I barely even have time to put my seatbelt on. I look at him and see his face is dishevelled.

I decide not to speak up until he parks in a 24/7 supermarket’s parking lot.

“My mom passed,” Jackson says, immediately breaking down.

For a moment I am stunned, and I have absolutely no idea what to do. Jackson is gripping the steering wheel as he crumbles and weeps. I then have the decency to reach out to him and rub his back. I want to speak, to say something, but I just feel like I shouldn’t.

It’s Jackson that bursts out again, “the day you met her, she said she was really tired from being so happy. I stayed with her that night, watching her drama. I slept on the couch. When I woke up, she... she was stiff and... and-”

I cover my face with my hands, “Jackson...”

“It’s like she was just waiting for that moment and-- I- I feel like if you hadn’t met her then, she’d... she’d still be waiting... and it conflicts me so much.”

I begin to feel tears fall from my eyes as well.

“You know, at the very least she’s not suffering anymore, and you made her happy,” Jackson shudders, turning to me with bloodshot eyes. He frowns, lips quivering, “oh gosh, I’m so sorry. I’ve just made everything so depressing.”

“No,” I take his hand, “what you feel right now is normal. You’ve just had a great loss. I’m glad that I got to meet her and made her happy, Jackson.”

He chuckles, “don’t you resent me for doing something like this.”

I shake my head, “no. In fact, let’s stop this agreement between us okay. If you ever need me, just call me as a friend, okay.”

Jackson pulls his hand away to slap it on his face, “oh lord, as if I deserve that.”

“Jackson-”

“No... I shouldn’t take advantage of you.”

“You’re not!” I say, “I want you to be my friend. You can hang out with me, Jinyoung, Mark, and Nari. I think it would be good for you, especially now. I can take you to cheap restaurants and let you borrow two dollar shirts. You’ll finally taste boxed wine.”

He begrudgingly chuckles at that. I give a smile.

For a moment, he just heaves. Jackson settles and turns to me, offering a sad smile, “thank you... for everything.”

“Thank you too.”

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Jackson Wang

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