#jackson wang fluff

at least i have the memory ; jackson wang

warningsimplied death, and crying

genreangst, some fluff ( i think )

word count 0.6k

insposad songs from my playlist

synopsis while moving in, you encounter a box you swore you would avoid

You let out a huff of exhaustion before bending down you open another box. You and your boyfriend, Drew, were halfway through them thankfully. You don’t understand why he didn’t let the moving people help more, something about you two spending more quality time together or something. In the end, you didn’t mind as much. It was nice to see your things again and it felt even better to arrange them to your liking.

Though, with this box you wished you had checked the labeling before pulling the flaps aside. You gasped audibly at the sight of the memorabilia that sat inside. It was Jackson’s box. The box you could’ve sworn you told Drew to take. But now you had it.

You sighed, finding your way to the wood floor of your new bedroom. Pulling the box closer to you and peering inside. An immediate smile found your face when you saw all the framed pictures of either him or you both. Out of habit, your hand reached inside for your favorite framed one of them all.

It was the last picture you two had taken together. You held it close to your heart.

While becoming mesmerized with it, you dusted some of the lint from off of the glass. Your thumb finding its way to rubbing over Jackson’s face was he gazed down at you. That dopey grin he always wore when he was happy plastered across his face. It started to turn your own fond smile downwards.

You missed him. And his dopey smile, and the laughter that soon came with that smile, and his warm hugs, his caring words were something you missed most of all. It made you sad all over again knowing you’d never get any of those things ever again. And it wasn’t just because you were with Drew now.

You sniffled before reaching into the box again. The frown on your face deepening when your fingers grazed the last “gift” Jackson had ever given you. It was a letter. And also the last few words he ever said to you. Drew made you pack it, while you argued throwing it away. It made you too distraught. But you still found yourself fishing it out and placing your favorite picture of you two aside.

‘To my love, ’ it read. Your lips were already quivering before you could even pull the actual letter out. With a sharp inhale, you did. You let out a small breath of laughter at the tear stains you had left on it around six months ago. The first and last time you had read it. Well, until now.

It took a couple of minutes before you fully got enough courage to let your eyes glaze across his neat handwriting and meaningful words. Every word made your heart beat faster, it felt like he was reading it to you himself. And that made you stop halfway through. And the fact you were getting fresh tears on the paper.

“___-” Drew came barging into your guy’s room but halted when he saw you in tears at the foot of the bed. He quickly noticed Jackson’s box and cursed under is breathe for leaving it in here with you.

“Hey, hey, I’m here,” he came to your side immeadiately and draped his arm around you. Gingerly removing the letter from your hands like it was some priceless artifact. You leaned into his shoulder for comfort.

Silence filled the room as your sobs started to subside and all that really came out of you were sniffles. “I’m sorry for not taking his box with me,” he apologized.

“It’s okay,” you cleared your throat and started to put away Jackson’s stuff.

“I can’t compete with him, can I?” Drew said all of a sudden. You laughed.

“I don’t think so.” You said softly, silently saying goodbye to Jackson as you closed his box back up.

night light ; jackson wang

warningsreader is afraid of the dark ( really that’s it )

genrefluff

word count 0.5k

inspirationn/a

synopsis jackson finally learns of your darkest fear, the dark.

author’s note disclaimer! to be clear i stopped writing for kpop this september. but my main writing outlet was wattpad where i have dozens pieces written. i decided the least i could do for you guys here is post my favorites! this being one of them, enjoy and thank you for everything!

Startled was an understatement to the feeling Jackson had experienced when he shifted in bed to see your eyes piercing into his through the dim light of your room. A weak giggle left you before you sat up in bed. Jackson recollected himself quickly and tried to bring you back down but you refused, having something you needed to do.

“C'mon, ___-”

“Can you turn the light back on?” You interrupted his whines, saying your request quietly out of sheer embarrassment.

It was dark but you could still see Jackson’s face scrunch in confusion. “Why? Is there something wrong?”

In your eyes, yes. Usually you tell everything about you. With your relationship already passing the one year mark, you both practically knew everything about each other. But there was just one thing you refused to tell him. And since there was never an instance where you had to, you just hid it away. But you were scared of the dark. Ever since you were young the dark was your biggest fear.

Now, that instance has come around, unfortunately.

“Uh,” You paused, trying to think of something that could deflect the fact you were afraid of the dark.

But your lie took to long because a lightbulb looked as if it had gone off overtop of Jackson’s head. “Baby, are you afraid of the dark?” A small, teasing laugh following behind his question.

“Me? Afraid of the dark? Pfft,” You shook your head while flipping the covers off of your legs. “Now, why would I be afraid of the dark?”

Jackson sat up onto his elbows. “Okay, so you go turn on the light,” he pushed against your back gently.

You scoffed, fear crawling up your back. “I-I was just about to do that,” You said matter of factly.

“Sure,” He retorted.

You two sat in silence as the angel and the devil on your shoulder argued whether getting up to turn on the light was a good idea. There was this childish thought that someone- or something would just creep out of from the closet and snatch you. It was that fear that was keeping you planted onto the bed.

Jackson’s infamous laugh filled the room. “___, I thought you weren’t afraid of the dark?” He sneered, obviously enjoying this.

You inhaled deeply. “I’m not,” your feet landed on the carpet for a matter of seconds before you hurried to sit back down.

Jackson continued to laugh at you as you got yourself comfortable in bed again. You frowned, “Fine,” You huffed in defeat.

“I’m scared of the dark, happy?” You hit his shoulder. His laughing subsided and Jackson sat up completely.

“That’s all you had to say in the first place,” Jackson simply got out of bed to turn on the light that lit up the whole room.

You muttered a thank you quietly. “In return, I think I deserve some cuddles,"Jackson climbed back into bed and opened his arms wide to accommodate you. You smiled and shuffled over to have his arms wrapped around you.

"This is so embarrassing,” You scoffed.

Jackson laughed into your neck. “It’s cute. And if your fear of the dark means I get to cuddle you every night then I think it’s a win.”

Pairing:Jackson x gn!Reader

Warnings:Slightly inappropiate joke referring to a penis

Summary:Jackson Wang, you’re a little heavier than you think you are.

Word Count: 87

Genre:Fluff, Crack

Sometimes, you just wanted to nap. This was one of those times. But sometimes, Jackson didn’t want to let you nap. This was also one of those times.

“Jackson Wang, if you don’t get off of me in ten seconds I’ll cut your dick off.” You try to shove at the man on top of you, but he has your arms pinned to your sides in a bear hug.

“I thought you liked my di-”

You bit his cheek.

Sometimes, you gotta do what you gotta do.