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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.”

A soft sigh came from you as you glanced to the clock that was on the bedside table beside you, noticing just how late into the afternoon it was. Downstairs, you could hear Jackson clattering around, with intrigue getting the better of you as to what he was up to, slowly sitting yourself up and waking your body back up too.

As ever, it took you a few minutes to stand yourself up and catch your balance, with your growing baby bump slightly getting in the way. After a few minutes of slow walking and balancing, you walked through the downstairs of the house to find Jackson in the kitchen.

He had no idea that you’d arrived as he busied himself looking through all of the kitchen cupboards, jumping at the sound of you clearing his throat. As soon as he saw you, he pulled a chair out for you at the dining table in the middle of the room to make sure that you could rest and get comfortable again.

“How was your nap?” He asked you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as you sat down. “I thought as it’s nearly dinner time I could make a start on things so that you don’t have to worry about cooking too much.”

“My nap was exactly what I needed,” you laughed, resting back against Jackson’s chest. “Are you sure that you don’t mind doing dinner? That means cooking Jack.”

His eyebrows raised as you seemed to doubt him, poking his fingertip against your forehead, assuring you that there was no reason to worry about him taking control.

“I’ve got this,” he confidently smiled back down at you, “you just sit here and relax. Is there anything that I can get for you?”

Your head shook in reply to him, “I’m just looking forward to seeing this.”

“I can cook Y/N,” Jackson assured you as he walked back towards the oven, “I promise you tonight you will dine like you’ve never dined before, I found a fancy recipe online too.”

You were still sceptical as Jackson began to take control of things, making sure that everything around the kitchen was as it was supposed to be. “You know that I can help you do something if you want me to.”

“You focus on growing our little human instead Y/N.”

“They’re growing very nicely tucked up in here.”

Jackson’s head nodded in agreement with you, “I found a recipe online that is said to be perfect for pregnant people, full of nutritious value that will help the two of you.”

“You’ve really thought of everything, haven’t you?” You laughed back across at him, “do I get any hints as to what it is that the two of us will be eating tonight?”

“All I can say is that you are in for an absolute treat, people always underestimate me.”

Your head nodded back at Jackson as he kept glancing back at you every few minutes. His protective eye never went away, he worried about you constantly and always liked to make sure that you were alright. You had tried to stay awake earlier in the day, but it was him who made you go and get some rest, which you were thankful for now that you had.

Despite you assuring him several times that you didn’t want anything, that didn’t stop him from getting you drinks constantly. Midway through cooking, he couldn’t help but grab a cushion from the sofa too and place it behind your back so that you were more comfortable whilst sat at the dining table.

“How are you feeling?” Jackson asked again as he caught you out of the corner of his eye whilst placing one of the baking trays into the oven. “Dinner should only be a few minutes now, I just need to warm it through. Do you want anything nice to drink with dinner? Maybe I could find some juice or a fizzy can somewhere?”

“Right now, I’d love a glass of wine,” you scoffed, “but I don’t think I’m quite going to be able to get my hands on something like that.”

Jackson’s eyes rolled, panicked for a moment that you were serious, until he saw your laugh. He had thrown all temptations out as soon as you fell pregnant, replacing your coffee with decaf and buying several packets of fruits that would be helpful for your health.

“I can get you a glass of orange juice,” Jackson weakly smiled across at you, “you’ve only got to worry about these things for two more months, that’s all it is.”

“I’m only messing Jackson,” you assured him, “I’m more than alright with water for dinner, I need to have a clear palette so that I can make the most of the taste of dinner, right?”

“I like you’re thinking there.”

“The food is more important,” you teased.

His head nodded in agreement with you, “I know I keep telling you to look forward to this Y/N, but I think this might have turned out even better than I hoped it would,” Jackson told you, continuing to toot his own horn.

“If this turns out nice, maybe dinner can be your job until the baby arrives,” you suggested, “I won’t be able to move around for too much longer to cook.”

“Once you’ve tasted this, you’ll beg me to cook.”

Your head shook in disbelief as he grabbed a couple of plates from the cupboard, placing them down beside the oven. Jackson slowly began to plate the dishes up that he had made, making sure that it looked exactly as it did on the picture that was on the recipe’s website.

“I hope you’re hungry,” he grinned, spinning around after a few moments and placing the two plates down at the table, watching your eyes as they looked down too.

Your head nodded as soon as you looked at what Jackson had made. “It looks lovely,” you smiled across at him, noticing the proud grin that he had too.

“It’s not exactly aesthetic, but it’s great for the baby. Don’t forget that bit.”

You did exactly what Jackson told you too as he eventually sat down at the table with you, grabbing some cutlery from the middle of the table. You sat back and let him take a mouthful first, hearing him hum pleasantly as he tasted things, much to your relief.

Throughout your meal, Jackson’s eyes were on you, making sure that you ate up like he hoped you would. Since day one he had been worrying about your diet, and especially after he had cooked, he wanted to make sure that you enjoyed.

“At least when the baby arrives, they should be nice and healthy too with all of this,” Jackson told you with a smile. “You should have seen the list of health benefits that were on the website Y/N. I’d have you eat this every single day if I could to make sure that you get everything that you need whilst pregnant.”

Your head shook as Jackson spoke, “I know you worry a lot about me, and the baby, but we’re alright Jackson. I’d tell you if anything ever felt wrong for either of us.”

“I worry too much, I know,” he chuckled, “I just can’t help it.”

“Don’t be silly, I love how much you care.”

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