〈 maximum effort 〉

/ˈef·ərt/ ​: physical or ​mental ​activity ​needed to ​achieve something, or an ​attempt to do something.

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inebriated,

kyungtak excuses himself, leaving the girl less than happy as he navigates around the extra bodies of the living room to find jackson somewhere in a corner by himself. he raises his eyebrows, taking a sip from his cup as he crashes on the sofa next to him. “what are you doing sitting around?” his tone of voice hints his genuine curiosity, but the grin on his features says he’s only teasing him. “are you having a hard time finding a girl?”

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The whole idea of bringing Kyungtak to that party wasn't much of a plan. More like something he did on an impulse while texting the other, he would still be there in that party, but probably not slightly frustrated with the fact that—if he didn't want to do anything stupid, he would have to let the other lose himself in the crowd. Not that was much of a job—it was a party after all, and they easily got separated to do... whatever they wanted to do.

Jackson smiles at the few known faces he sees around, already used to attend this kind of parties once in a while, and slowly moves out of the kitchen with his glass (now full) in one hand. His eyes wander around the crowd and he easily finds Kyungtak's back on the other side of the room and, noticing he looks busy with some girl, he quickly looks away to find somewhere to sit down.

He's been around for the past hour, but he really feels like needing a break, sitting down on the sofa to enjoy his drink on his own before going back to socialize. Taking a sip from his glass, he feels a bit better with the burning sensation on his throat and barely notices when someone sits beside him. But the voice is clear and he now wonders how Kyungtak got to be so fast with that girl to be already there.

A laugh leaves his lips before he turns his face to look at the younger, doubting he is that curious about what he is doing. "Resting?" He moves his hands around, showing where he is and what he is holding like it was an obvious question.

"Of course not..." Jackson rolls his eyes—he didn't even really look for a girl that night. Not that it means he didn't get one, though, considering that a few had crossed his path and he obviously flirted back—because that's how he does. "I was gonna ask you the same thing, but I am sure you did find one, right?" He smirks, moving his head slightly towards the direction he saw the boy before sitting down. "Do you need help finding another?" And teasing back, he looks away, laughing amused and taking a small sip of his drink.

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cheer up!

[ynhyunjin]

( * there’s a confounded look on her face for a while as jia really wonders  if it’s of any conceivable worth to detail the unlikely and long history of barca support within her family— but if she knows jackson as well as she thinks she does, he likely won’t budge to it; she just sighs ) why not barca? why arsenal? why chelsea? barca’s leading la liga right now, you know. ( * she mumbles, leaning back in the couch, tugging the blanket tightly around her shoulders; the messi shirt, signed and all, isn’t the best for the weather, but you gotta do what you gotta do #beautyispain ) maybe i just like to cheer for the winners. celebrating is easier than explaining anyway, ( * all jabs and voice laced with irony, the expression on her face is still near blank as she breathes in and out slowly, slowly ) i’ll have to call my dad if we win. oh god—

are you gonna turn on the tv anytime soon though? ( * pause, and she glances over at him with muted expectation and undeniable giddiness  ) you have the remote, right? 

[yfxjackson-blog]

( ; he just gives the biggest roll of eyes at her answer—as much as she thinks it's not worth talking about the reasoning behind her love for barcelona being in the family, jackson doesn't think it's worth talking about how spanish soccer is overrated. but that's just him, being a hater, for liking english and german soccer more ) do i look like i watch la liga, jia-yah? ( ; he laughs softly, eyeing her before looking for the remote, almost sure he sat on it. ) ( ; finding it almost into the couch, he turns on the tv and puts on the sports channel ) always winning is a very unrealistic scenario for the rest of us, mortals, so i guess i just don't appreciate it as much because of that. i don't like losing either, but it has to happen sometimes ( ; he smiles at her, offering the bowl of popcorn ) and you should've brought a better blanket, girl, you look like you're freezing. ( ; grabbing a hand full of popcorn, he throws them into his mouth and chews quietly, looking at the tv—the match still about to start ) that's cute. calling your dad to celebrate, i mean.

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✗

accidental affectionstatus: not accepting

✗ for my muse to fall on yours and land on top of them

He watches as his friend talks to his phone, an amused smile growing on his lips. To be fair to Seunghoon, he isn't talking "to his phone", but doing a quick live stream before he actually gets to work—and from where Jackson stands, the boy’s fans can't see him, but he can see perfectly how the stream is going.

Maybe there would be a day he wouldn't be around like this, seeing Hoon working and sometimes being part of it, but this day isn't today, clearly.

"Jackson?" He hears his bro saying his name as reading the comments on his screen. "Yes, he is here, just hiding from you all."

Taking the opportunity, the blonde comes from behind, looking up at the phone with his arms wide open. His smile still on his face, he trips right when he was gonna hug Hoon and... both of them end up on the floor.

"BRO!" Hoon complain, trying to look at his back, where Jackson landed. This one, however, is laughing loudly. "Get off me!"

"Oh, come on, bro," Jackson smiles, seeing they are still both on the stream and smiling at the camera. "You're just too comfy."

Silence. The comments on Seunghoon's screen going wild.

"Bro."

"Yes?"

"I know you love me, but my back really hurts."

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♢ no homo

accidental affectionstatus: not accepting

♢ for my muse to get dared to kiss yours

a very no homo (canon) drabble ft. a special appearance, you’re very welcome, lmao

"Come on, Jackson. Haven't you ever kissed a boy?"

"Actually... no?"

"Well, this is surprising."

He rolls his eyes. People always did that, judging him without knowing, assuming things that never happened. Sometimes he feels like complaining, but at the end of the day, he just doesn't care whether people think they know and what is truth.

At least, the dare is pretty simple. Kissing Mark. His roommate. It isn't like he'd have to kiss anyone who would turn completely awkward at him because of that. Somehow, he trusts Marcos for not judging him. He was one of the most carefree boys he got to know in Sunhwa and couldn't ask for any other guy to be this close to him. And, to have his first time kissing a boy, that actually sounds... nice?

Not to say Jackson had drunk a lot till now so he is just saying yes to whatever they ask him to do. Kissing his roommate sounds like a fair deal.

"Ok then, I will find Mark," he finally decides, standing up and leaving the small circle to go after him.

It isn't hard to find the boy—next to his girlfriend, Juliana, both of them laughing and talking about something.

"Hey guys," he suddenly goes between them, arms around their shoulders. "Listen... I have this thing I need to do with Mark... Julia, do you mind if I borrow him for a sec?" Dealing with the girl around seems to make him feel a bit amused to the whole dare.

"Not at all," the smile on her lips just proves that she is probably drunker than both of them together.

Taking his arm from her shoulder, Jackson keeps the one around Mark just enough to move them away from the crowd. Not really away, more like just taking them to have more space so Jackson can...

Well, corner Mark against a wall.

"What the fuck, Jackson..."

"Don't make me shut you up, Mark."

"... wha—"

And, just like that, Jackson "shuts" Mark up.

Considering the boy always make fun of him about something, it's actually great not to hear his voice.

You see, they could just make it a peck.

Right, of course, they could.

But do they?

Ahn... no.

Blame it on the alcohol, maybe?

With his hands against the wall and keeping his roommate between them, he kisses Mark as sweetly as possible, though yeah, no tongue getting involved (at least that!). Jackson tugs the boy's lower lip between his own and starts laughing, being followed by the taller, in the exact moment they hear a female voice.

"OH MY GOD, YOU TWO!" A wild Juliana appears and, though drunk, she balances herself perfectly on her heels and doesn't let a drop of her drink fall off the glass when she moves her hand too much. She moves between them, back against Mark's chest and facing Jackson. "Ok, now, this is a good place to watch and actually be part of this moment."

[yfxjackson-blog]

♩

accidental affectionstatus: not accepting

♩ for my muse to catch yours singing in the shower

He enters the locker room scrolling through his Instagram timeline, distracted enough not to notice if there is anyone around. Also distracted enough to end up in the soccer team's locker room instead of the basketball's, even though they are pretty distant from the other. But his mind is busy with a lot of stuff he needs to solve that week so he barely notices this little mistake of his.

Well, until he hears a singing voice.

And he knows that he doesn't really recognize that voice—not that he recognize all of his teammates' voices (especially when they are singing in the shower)... that would be crazy. Ok, maybe he does recognize every single one of their voices, but this is not the point here anyways!

He lifts his head to look around and notices he is in the wrong place. But that doesn't really stop him to walk over to the showers. Putting his phone into his pocket, he finally sees the guy singing and not even noticing him there.

Jackson chuckles lightly, crossing his arms over his chest once he recognizes the boy—Josh.

"I usually would make fun about anyone being alone and singing in the locker room like this is that show... The Voice. But your voice is actually very nice so..."

[yfxjackson-blog]

CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT: PERSONALITY ANALYSIS

RESULTS: 73% EXTRAVERTED 63% OBSERVANT 74% FEELING 54% PROSPECTING 58% ASSERTIVE

       LOADING  • ◦ •

[ ESFP-A : THE ENTERTAINER ] ROLE: EXPLORER | STRATEGY: PEOPLE MASTERY

IN A NUTSHELL:     It's no surprise Jackson is the kind of guy who loves to be the center of people's attention. In his mind, there is no limit—the whole world being his stage. Like most of the ESFPs, he enjoys the simplest and little things, and there's no bad moment when he is surrounded by a great group of friends.     Though he always seems to act like the protagonist, he is more caring than people who barely know him would give him credit for. Observant and very sensitive to people's emotions, he's always going to be the first to help, to talk out problems, to provide emotional support and practical advice. That is... if he isn't the problem—Jackson doesn't like conflicts and anything related to people having a problem with him would be easily avoided.     Jackson is clearly more welcome wherever (and whenever) there's a need for laughter, playfulness, and a volunteer to try something new and fun. There's no greater joy for his kind of personality than to bring everyone else along for the ride.     Obviously, he can chat for hours about anything but the topic he meant to talk about and also shares his loved ones' emotions through the good times and bad.

STRENGTHS:      Bold, original, aesthetic and showmanship, practical, observant, excellent people skills.

WEAKNESS:      Sensitive, conflict-averse, easily bored, poor long-term planner, unfocused.

[yfxjackson-blog]

i think hyosunn is cooler than you. thoughts? - totally not hyosunn AT all

Well, let’s be real, I don’t think I can disagree on that, anon-who-is-definitely-not-hyosunn…

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What's in it for me if I choose you?

You'll have my everlasting gratitude. Along with chocolate. And maybe I can let you choose whatever you want as well or hang out with me and Hoon (have I said he is my best friend?), yeah...

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ANON WHO SAID YOU CUTE NEED GLASSES

Butthurt, aren’t you?

[yfxjackson-blog]

if i sleep in your clothes does that make them mine because remember that shirt i accidentally took? yeah.

Why do I have this feeling that I will end up with zero shirts to wear because of you, Yeoreum-ah?

[yfxjackson-blog]

△ ;))))))))

accidental affectionstatus: accepting

△ for my muse to get trapped in a small closet with yoursi hate you

"No, no, no," he keeps telling people as they push him into the closet. "Please, don't!" But they don't really take him seriously.

That's the problem when you seem too carefree, too ok with everything, too into pleasing people. Jackson never says no, or at least most of the times. So, when he does say it, it should be taken seriously.

He's a claustrophobic. Small and dark places make him feel helpless, the panic attacks making him believe the walls are closing around him and he can die.

They don't stop, laughing and drunk, not hearing him, till he is right into the closet and with the door shutting close.

He can feel his heart beating way too fast against his ribs—his breath becoming just as fast, his whole body reacting to put him on alert. He can feel he's gonna break down... that is... if he doesn't die this time—because that's how he feels like... like he could die if put into this situation.

When he feels a hand grabbing his elbow, he almost screams—thinking it's some part of his paranoia getting alive.

"Hey, it's just me," Jackson takes a few seconds longer than he usually would do to recognize that voice. Kyungtak.

"Oh, crap." He mutters, moving his arm away from the other's hand as he thinks on sitting on the floor. But there isn't much space, really, so he eventually gives up. He can feel his hands shaking and cold, his brain not ever stopping to trick him. And now, to add to that, there's Kyungtak there to presence it all. "What are you doing here?" He asks, leaning his back against the wall, so he is finally standing face to face with the guy. A (short) step away, but still.

He can feel the other observing him and probably choosing the words before saying:

"They pushed me here," Kyungtak finally says, "something about finding someone else to be with me for that seven minutes in heaven kind of thing."

Jackson's attack is still evident for him, his heart really can't stop beating too fast, his brain still manages to make him think the walls are closing around him. His alert side is just too much and he can feel the few tears in his eyes, though no. He isn't going to cry—though he kind of wants to because he just wants to be out of such a suffocating space.

"More like seven minutes in hell." He manages to say, leaning his face close to the little space between the door and the doorframe, where he can feel some air getting into the small place they are. "No offense. I just feel like I will pass out. Or away, even."

Dizzy and starting to sweat nervously, he feels Kyungtak's hand grabbing his and he just does the same, trying to breathe deeply through the door vain. Jackson closes his eyes not to think about where he is, but it seems worse. He really feels like he's passing out.

Before it happens, though, the door is thrown open and he almost falls off the closet and, if it wasn't for Kyungtak's hand holding him back, he definitely would meet the floor. But Jackson just trips, his sweaty and teary face, messed up hair, making people laugh amused.

"Looks like you two had fun," someone says.

Jackson doesn't really feel like saying anything, just slowly letting go of the other's hand, to walk out of the party, the house—he just needed fresh air. But before he completely left, he could hear Kyungtak saying people to shut up (or was he really knocking them down for joking about what they think it happened inside of that closet?).

Now, if it's because of what happened to Jackson or for his own (ruined) reputation of being straight, that's a whole different doubt.

[yfxjackson-blog]

♫

accidental affectionstatus: accepting

♫ for your muse to catch mine singing in the shower

He usually isn't much of a singer, even during the shower. There was a time when he used to be, but that time was lost in the past—really, he only sang on very, very happy days and those were a thing he doesn't know how to have anymore.

Yet, that day, something probably changed. Into the safety of the shower, he starts singing distracted, running his hands through his hair and washing it calmly. Nothing really happened, but at least he felt better with himself for once, which was already something.

The tricky thing is that he always forget the bathroom door unlocked. So, when he hears someone clearing their throat behind him, he almost jumps in surprise.

"Your singing is too loud. It’s annoying." He hears Jinwoo's voice behind him, though not completely clear because of the glass wall of the shower box between them.

"Is that the kind of excuse you will give to catch me showering? You could say this through the door!" It's the only smart answer he manages to give before hearing the bathroom door slamming shut with Jinwoo complaining about him. Jackson only laughs.

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I heard you were asking my girlfriend Choa about how it is to date me, why are you curious?

The real question here is: when I am not curious about you, Jinwoo-yah?

Besides, I am starting to think I’m actually special because I don’t see you being an asshole to anyone else, to be quite honest????

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why are you so cute

*is embarrassed af*

[yfxjackson-blog]

why do you go around naked, are you a nudist or something?

First of all... I don’t go around naked, I just stay naked when I’m in the safety of my room (and in the locker room because I like to shower after practice, ok?). Get your things straight, Choa.

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Am i adorable too? SAY IT

I’m sorry… who are you, again?

[yfxjackson-blog]

not a question but puT SOME CLOTHES ON

WASN’T IT YOU WHO SAID THERE WAS NO PROBLEM WITH ME NAKED AROUND THE ROOM? BECAUSE I AM PRETTY SURE IT WAS.