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.”
