The Letter . Jackson Wang x Reader
Plot: Jackson has to learn that not everyone has the same privileges as him.
Pairing: Jackson Wang x Reader, JB x Best friend!Reader (platonic), Got5 x Friend!Reader
Warning: angst, mentions of family abuse, swearing, fluff at the end
A/N: as someone who went through a tough childhood with an narcissistic mother I know your pain, or at least a part of it- my DM’s are always open.
Jb and you have been through thick and thin, he understands you better than anyone else. You’re convinced, that’s why he saw himself as your personal Cupid. The idol was frequently attempting to set you up with his friends and you always said no, after all, he was your best friend and not your dating service.
Until you came across Jackson Wang.
You took advantage of your spare key to Jaebums flat and casually walked in with a bag of groceries (you learned how forgetful he could be when he worked, and you weren’t letting him ignore his health). You heard sounds coming from the living room and started talking about your day- unknowingly that the individual you were chatting to wasn’t your best friend.
“And on my way over here I stepped into a puddle.”, you told, your voice sulking:” You don’t mind, if I borrow a pair of your socks, do you?”.
You put the soy milk into the fridge when you heard footsteps approaching you.
“I don’t know.”.
You instantly turn around and let out a high pitched scream before grabbing the nearest item on the kitchen island to hold it in front of you defensively. The brown-haired man giggled softly:” I don’t know if a banana would protect you from an intruder.”.
“J-Jackson Wang?”, you stuttered with wide eyes:” You scared the living hell out of me!”. You put the banana back and sigh when you see how smashed banana is all over your hands, you must have clenched the fruit a little too tight. “You must be Y/N.”, Jackson chuckles:” It’s nice to finally meet you!”.
To this day, you have no idea that that has been the moment the Chinese singer fell in love with you.
You and Jackson became close friends pretty quickly. JB would never confess it, but every now and then he would feel green-eyed. After all, you two were friends before you met Jackson. But when he saw how his best friend began to stare at you, whenever you weren’t paying attention to him- he’d clear of his jealous mind.
It isn’t a secret that Jackson loves his family. Especially his mother. You had never seen anything quite like that before, especially considering that your relationship with your own mother was everything but nice. But luckily for you it never became a topic, until one day...
“You’ve got mail.”, JB says while he enters the living room, since your apartment was right next to his your Mail would sometimes get mixed.
You look up from your spot on the couch, next to Jackson only to watch how Jb’s jaw clenches as he stares at one letter.
“Are you okay?”, Bambam asks and furrows his forehead. But JB, who looks at you takes a deep breath:”It’s a letter from... your mother.”.
As soon as he finishes his sentence a smile appears on Jackson's lips:” Open it!”. Your gaze falls from your best friend to the white letter in his hands and you feel how the anxiety forms in your chest. How could she send you a letter?
“Where did she get my address from?”, you ask, your voice cold as ice. And you feel how Jackson’s muscles tense up. You sit up straight and reach out. JB hesitates for a second before he hands you the letter. “To my wonderful daughter- Y/N Y/L/N.”, you quietly read out. “Open it!”, Jackson says again softly, although his voice is slightly intenser than before. “I rather not.”.
You promptly get up and walk over to the counter, where you put the letter down. Without saying anything you take a glass out of the cabinet and fill it up with water. “What do you mean “I rather not”?”, Jackson asks:” It’s a letter from your mother after all!”.
Jb licks his lips:” Sit down.”, he says through gritted teeth, his voice a bit too sternly. Jackson glances at him with confusion in his eyes:” W-What is going on?”. He turns to you:” She’s your mother, she probably wants to know how you are.”.
“Yeah, right.”, you scoff. Your distress rising in you with each minute passing:” But honestly, I don’t care.” You bend down and open the cabinet:” Jae- did you move the trashcan?”.
“You want to throw the letter away?!”, Jackson asks, confusion and bitterness audible in his voice:” How could you do that?! It’s a letter from your mother, don’t you have any appreciation for her?!”.
Your fingers grab the edge of the kitchen island, while you face the wall. You could feel how hot tears threaten to leave your eyes. “Jackson!”, JB hisses:” Stop it!”. “If my mother would send me a letter, I’d-.”.
“YEAH, BUT SHES NOTHING LIKE YOUR MOTHER!”, You spin around and cry out. Jb closes his eyes and sighs. “SHE WAS AN ABUSER, SHE LIED TO ME, SHE EMOTIONALLY AND PHYSICALLY ABUSED ME FOR A WHOLE DECADE!”. Tears roll down your cheeks as you glance at the rapper:” Not everyone has a mother like you! Not everyone has that privilege!”.
Without thinking twice about it, you snatch your jacket and storm out of JB’s apartment.
“Y/N- wait!”, he says, but you’re already gone:” Great.”.
Jackson who is still standing a few meters away from JB turns to his friend. He opens his mouth but closes it again when no words leave his lips.
“That’s why she didn’t give her mother her new address.”, he explains, calmly with a voice crammed with sadness:” Because her mother abused her.”.
You mindlessness stare into the cup of coffee. Of course, he couldn’t believe it, he doesn’t know it any other way. He doesn’t know how it feels like to grow up in survival mode. A sigh leaves your lips as you take the spoon into your hand.
“Hey.”, a small voice whispers. You look up and watch how Jackson smiles down at you. He points at the empty chair:” May I?”.
Without saying anything you nod. For a while neither of you say something, then he reaches over the table and takes your a hand:” I’m so sorry. I overreacted. I shouldn’t have done that.”. You bite your lip, as you feel how hot tears arise in your eyes once again. “Sometimes, when I can’t visualize something - I get mad, but just because I can’t imagine it doesn’t mean it isn’t real. What your mother did to you, that’s horrible. No mother should do that. You were just a kid. I’m sorry. I love you, I won’t -.”.
He stops. You peek up:” D-Did you.”. Jackson swallows thickly and sees how you wipe away a tear that’s rolling down your face. “I‘m so sorry, I didn’t mean to-.”. “I love you too.”.
