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Breath Of Love: Last Piece

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ㅤ﹏ㅤ◜🕷◞ 𓈒あな jackson × dark moodboard 𝄒 𝐖.

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Jackson: fact: I can jump higher than any tree.

Mark: how is that possible?

Jackson: trees can’t jump.

Mark: I’ll destroy you.

Jackson is a cutie💕

Song: Build Me Up Buttercup - Lara Anderson

⿻ youngjae 𝗅𝖺𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗌.

𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆/𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒂𝒗𝒆.♡

Kpop fans are always going on about their faves being boyfriend/girlfriend material, but what's really important is being best friend material.

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「 ｇｏｔ７ ｄａｄ ｓｅｒｉｅｓ | ｈｏｗ ｍａｎｙ ｋｉｄｓ ｔｈｅｙ＇ｌｌ ｈａｖｅ 」

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how many kids they’ll have

as dads/moms

finding out

telling your guys’ parents

telling the members

cravings

going in labor

holding the baby

baby’s first word

teaching them to walk

𝒋𝒂𝒚 𝒃;

how many: 2 | 1 boy & 1 girl

names: im daehyun & im daeun (임대현 & 임다은)

years apart: 3 years

weight: daehyun | 7lbs ; daeun | 6lbs

measurments: daehyun | 19in ; daeun | 18in

time:  daehyun | 5:13pm ; daeun | 11:41am

𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒌;

how many: 3 | 2 girls & 1 boy

english names: nicole tuan & grace tuan (twins) , & braiden tuan

korean names: dong naeun, dong gaeun, & dong beomseok (동나은 동가은 & 동범석)

years apart: 2 years

weight: nicole | 7lbs ; grace | 6lbs ; braiden | 7lbs

measurments: nicole & grace | 18in ; braiden | 20in

time: nicole & grace | 12:01am ; braiden | 4:17am

𝒋𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒔𝒐𝒏;

how many: 2 | 2 boys

english names: liam wang & elijah wang

chinese names: wang jiaohua & wang qingyuan (王娇华 & 王清远)

years apart: 5 years

weight: liam | 7lbs ; elijah | 8lbs

measurments: liam | 18in ; elijah | 19in

time: liam | 3:05pm ; elijah | 5:16am

𝒋𝒊𝒏𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈;

how many: 1 | 1 boy

name: park jaehwan (박재환)

weight: 7lbs

measurments: 18in

time: 5:08pm

𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒋𝒂𝒆;

how many: 1 | 1 girl

name: choi yeeun (최예은)

weight: 8lbs

measurments: 19in

time: 4:13pm

𝒃𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒂𝒎;

how many: 4 | 2 boys & 2 girls

english names: xavier, cole, rose & nalina (twins)

thai names: aroon bhuwakul, chayan bhuwakul, kannika bhuwakul, & kohsoom bhuwakul (twins)

years apart: 1 year, 3 years

weight: aroon | 7lbs ; chayan | 8lbs ; kannika & kohsoom | 6lbs

measurments: aroon | 18in ; chayan | 20in ; kannika & kohsoom | 17in

time: aroon | 9:45am ; chayan | 3:19pm ; kannika & kohsoom | 12:05am & 12:10am

𝒚𝒖𝒈𝒚𝒆𝒐𝒎;

how many: 3 | 2 boys & 1 girl

names: kim myungjin, kim eoijn, & kim yujin (김명진 김어진 & 김유진)

years apart: 2 years & 4 years

weight: myungjin | 8lbs ; eojin | 6lbs ; yujin | 7lbs

measurments: myungjin | 20in ; eojin | 18in ; yujin | 19in

time: myungjin | 11:10am ; eojin | 10:45pm ; yujin | 9:13am

「 ｇｏｔ７ ａｕ | ｗｅｒｅｗｏｌｆ ｐａｃｋ 」

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𝒋𝒂𝒚 𝒃;

name: im jae beom

hometown: goyang city, gyeonggi-do, south korea

birthday: january 6, 1994

age: 26

position: alpha

fur colour: black

eye colour: red

𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒌;

name: mark yi en tuan/don yi eun

hometown: los angeles, califonia, usa

birthday: september 4, 1993

age: 27

position: beta

fur colour: silver

eye colour: blue

𝒋𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒔𝒐𝒏;

name: wang jiaer

hometown: hong kong, china

birthday: march 28, 1994

age: 26

position: delta

fur colour: dark brown

eye colour: blue

𝒋𝒊𝒏𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈;

name: park jin young

hometown: jinhae-gu, changwon city, gyeongsangnam-do, south korea

birthday: september 22, 1994

age: 26

position: delta

fur colour: dark brown

eye colour: blue

𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒋𝒂𝒆;

name: choi young jae

hometown: mokpo city, jeollanam-do, south korea

birthday: september 17, 1996

age: 24

position: delta

fur colour: dark brown

eye colour: blue

𝒃𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒂𝒎;

name: kunpimook bhwakhul (bambam)

hometown: bangkok, thailand

birthday: may 2, 1997

age: 23

position: salutary

fur colour: silver

eye colour: blue

𝒚𝒖𝒈𝒚𝒆𝒐𝒎;

name: kim yu gyeom

hometown: namyangju-si, gyeonggi-do, south korea

birthday: november 17, 1997

age: 23

position: omega

fur colour: silver

eye colour: blue

「 ｇｏｔ７ ａｕ | ｍａｆｉａ ｍｏｂ 」

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𝒋𝒂𝒚 𝒃;

name: im jae beom

hometown: goyang city, gyeonggi-do, south korea

birthday (y/m/d): 1994.01.06

age: 25

role: boss, spy, lure, seducer

code name: jb

code number: 010694

boss: the person who leads or commands a group, organization, or country.

spy: a person who secretly collects and reports information on the activities, movements, and plans of an enemy or competitor.

lure: tempt to do something or to go somewhere, especially by offering some form of reward.

seducer: a person who entices someone into sexual activity.

criminal record’;

gang activities

gang violence

blackmail

grand theft

accessory to murder

accessory to grand theft

left the crime scene

𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒌;

name: dong yi eun

hometown: los angles, california, usa

birthday (y/m/d): 1993.09.04

age: 25

role: spy, dealer, seducer, sniper

code name: mark

code number: 090493

spy: a person who secretly collects and reports information on the activities, movements, and plans of an enemy or competitor.

dealer: a person or business that buys and sells goods.

seducer: a person who entices someone into sexual activity.

sniper: a person who shoots from a hiding place, especially accurately and at long range.

criminal record;

gang activity

gang violence

1st & 2nd-degree murder

attempted murder

attempted assault

torture

left crime scene

trespassing

accessory to murder

accessory to theft

𝒋𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒔𝒐𝒏;

name: wang jia er

hometown: hong kong, china

birthday (y/m/d): 1994.03.28

age: 25

role: spy, distraction, the ears, assassin

code name: jackson

code number: 032894

spy: a person who secretly collects and reports information on the activities, movements, and plans of an enemy or competitor.

distraction: a thing that prevents someone from giving full attention to something else.

the ears: listens closely to what others are saying.

assassin: a murderer of an important person in a surprise attack for political or religious reasons.

criminal record;

gang activity

gang violence

1st & 2nd-degree murder

attempted murder

trespassing

grand theft

assault & battery

accessory to murder

accessory to grand theft

𝒋𝒊𝒏𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈;

name: park jin young

hometown: jinhae-gu, changwon city, gyeongsangnam-do, south korea

birthday (y/m/d): 1994.09.22

age: 24

role: spy, hacker, driver, the eyes

code name: junior

code number: 092294

spy: a person who secretly collects and reports information on the activities, movements, and plans of an enemy or competitor.

hacker: a person who uses computers to gain unauthorized access to data.

driver: a person who ensures the escape of his accomplices, for example; bank-robbers, from the scene of a crime.

the eyes: look at or watch closely or with interest.

criminal record;

hacking government systems

hacking use: building blueprints, banks, apartments, government buildings

overriding government systems

tampering with surveillance videos

assault & battery

gang violence

gang activities

left crime scene

𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒋𝒂𝒆;

name: choi young jae

hometown: mokpo city, jeollanam-do, south korea

birthday (y/m/d): 1996.09.17

age: 22

role: spy, assassin, arsonist, capture

code name: youngjae

code number: 091796

spy: a person who secretly collects and reports information on the activities, movements, and plans of an enemy or competitor.

assassin: a murderer of an important person in a surprise attack for political or religious reasons.

arsonist: the criminal act of deliberately setting fire to property.

capture: take into one’s possession or control by force.

criminal record;

gang activity

gang violence

1st 2nd & 3rd-degree murder

arson

torture

attempted murder (government officials)

grand theft auto

left crime scene

trespassing

accessory to hacking (government)

accessory to grand theft

𝒃𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒂𝒎;

name: kunpimook bhuwakul

hometown: bangkok, thailand

birthday (y/m/d): 1996.05.02

age: 21

role: spy, lure, assassin, arsonist, torture

code name: bambam

code number: 050297

spy: a person who secretly collects and reports information on the activities, movements, and plans of an enemy or competitor.

lure: tempt to do something or to go somewhere, especially by offering some form of reward.

assassin: a murderer of an important person in a surprise attack for political or religious reasons.

arsonist: the criminal act of deliberately setting fire to property.

torture: the action or practice of inflicting severe pain on someone as a punishment or to force them to do or say something, or for the pleasure of the person inflicting the pain.

criminal record;

gang activity

gang violence

grand theft

attempted murder

accessory to murder

attempted torture

accessory to torture

hacking (government)

accessory to hacking (government)

attempted arson

accessory to arson

blackmail

𝒚𝒖𝒈𝒚𝒆𝒐𝒎;

name: kim yu gyeom

hometown: saudi arabia (born in seoul, south korea)

birthday (y/m/d): 1997.11.17

age: 21

role: spy, dealer, assassin, hooligan

code name: yugyeom

code number: 111797

spy: a person who secretly collects and reports information on the activities, movements, and plans of an enemy or competitor.

dealer: a person or business that buys and sells goods.

assassin: a murderer of an important person in a surprise attack for political or religious reasons.

hooligan: a violent young trouble maker, typically one of a gang.

criminal record;

gang activity

gang violence

1st-degree murder

attempted murder

attempted assault

torture

left crime scene

trespassing

accessory to murder

accessory to theft

「 ｇｏｔ７ ｍａｆｉａ ａｕ ｒｅａｃｔｉｏｎ | ｙｏｕ ｎｏｔ ａｗｎｓｅｒｉｎｇ ｙｏｕｒ ｐｈｏｎｅ 」

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𝒋𝒂𝒚 𝒃;

You had gone out without telling Jaebeom and you knew the consequences of not telling him where you were going, but you left a note telling him that you were shopping with some friends. While you were out one of them took your phone, so that you wouldn’t get distracted, but that was a mistake on her part, because later when you came home you saw him in his meeting room, making a plan to save you, that’s when you barged in, and they all looked at you.

“Where the hell have you been?” he says angrily while pulling you in for a hug.

“I was just out with some friends, I left you note.”

“I never saw your note, but why weren’t you answering your phone?” he asks as you smile.

“Yeeun took it, so I wouldn’t get distracted,” you told him reaching for his hands.

“Okay, but I was worried sick that someone had kidnaped you,” he says giving you a kiss.

𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒌;

You and Mark had fallen asleep on the couch from watching movies all night, when you younger sister called you all panicked, you tried to calm her down, but you just eventually went over there to see if she was okay. She was sitting in the living room, when you opened the door to your parents house, you went to go sit next to her calming her down from her panic attack. She was so scared that you mother wouldn’t look at her the same when she found out that she was pregnant, but you told her that everything would be okay, and that the both of you would tell her together. You drove back home, walking through the front door to see Mark all panicked, when he saw you he immediately hugged you, you didn’t know what caused this. but you weren’t complaining.

“Where have you been?”

“I’m sorry, my sister called, she needed my help,” you told him not telling him why she needed you.

“When you didn’t answer your phone I got a little worried.”

“A little worried?!” you questioned him.

“Okay, a lot worried,” he confessed while bringing you in for another hug.

“Alright, if there’s a next time I’ll be sure to leave you a note or something,” you told him as her leaned in for a kiss.

“Thank you.”

𝒋𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒔𝒐𝒏;

Jackson has always been overprotective of you, he needs to know where you are at all times, which make surprises extremely hard, because he can always tell when you’re lying by the sound of your voice. You had a few of his friends distract him while you had set up a surprise with some of your friends, while you guys were decorating he called and texted a bunch of times, he finally came home to see what you had done.

“Is this what you’ve been doing all day?” Jackson asks you as he smiles wide.

“Yes. Happy anniversary,” you say running to give him a hug.

“I’ve been calling and texting you all day, why didn’t you answer, I was so worried about you when you never answered.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” you told him while still hugging him.

“It’s okay, I’m happy about the surprise,” Jackson tells you before giving you a kiss.

𝒋𝒊𝒏𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈;

You were asleep when you got a call from a friend who was at a club and needed your helping getting home, so you went to go pick her up. You thought that you’d be home before Jinyoung woke up, but you forgot that he usually gets up to get a glass of water sometimes and that’s what he did tonight. He’s called and texted you but no answer that’s when he sees you phone sitting on the night stand plugged in. He takes it off the charger and waits for you to get home, because he notices that your car is gone, once you walked through the door you see him starring at you in disbelief.

“You forgot your phone. Where did you even go at this time of night?” he asks before pulling you for a hug.

“I went to go pick him Haeun from the club she was at, she got too drunk, so she called me,” you tell him in a low tone.

“Okay, but please remember your phone next time you leave like this. The only reason I didn’t call the boys is because I saw that your car was gone.”

“I’m sorry, I should’ve had my phone on me, it all just happened so quick,” you tell him thankful that he did call for backup.

“You just scared me,” he tells you before pulling you in for a kiss.

“I love you too,” you say as you guys both head back to bed.

𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒋𝒂𝒆;

You were just about done cooking dinner for you and Youngjae, when one of your friends texted you asking for you to pick her up because she was out with her boyfriend who had drank a little too much and you’re the only one that he’s actually scared of getting mad. So you had finished dinner tuning the stove off, but leaving it on the stove, and leaving Youngjae  a note that you’d be back after he took his shower for the night. You walked in the restaurant looking for your friend and you saw them, as you walked over to them your friend got up walking over to you. You told him that he was going to let her drive home and that you’d come back in the morning to check up on him and that’s exactly what happened, he handed the keys over to her and you guys all left with him paying for the check. Once you got home you saw all of the missed calls and texts from Youngjae and you knew that he wasn’t gonna be happy with you for leaving and then no answering your phone when he called.

“Hey babe,” you say as you walked in the front door to see him very upset.

“Where were you?” he asks while walking over to you.

“I went help a friends out, she needed my help, her boyfriend got too drunk and wouldn’t let her drive them home, and I’m the only one he’s scared of,” you tell him as you reach in for a hug.

“Okay, I’m just glad that you’re okay,” he says hugging you back as you guys go into the kitchen to eat your dinner.

𝒃𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒂𝒎;

You and some of your friends were at your guys’ house visiting while Bambam was out at a meeting, you told him to call you when you were done so that you could make up an excuse for you guys to leave the house. While you guys were in the kitchen one of your friends took your phone while you weren’t looking, but you never noticed that it was gone until you heard Bambam’s car pull up. You asked everyone if they wanted to go out to get some ice cream, they all agreed and that’s when the girl who took your phone gave it back, but Bambam pulled you before you could leave.

“Why didn’t you answer?”

“Eunji took my phone without me knowing, I’m sorry,” you tell him while looking at her.

“This was your idea, next time keep your phone on you,” he tells you as he lets go of your arm letting you get in the car.

“I love you,” you mouth to him while smiling before giving him a kiss and you guys leave.

𝒚𝒖𝒈𝒚𝒆𝒐𝒎;

Yugyeom was in a meeting in the office, while you were at home asleep on the couch, you hadn’t gotten much sleep last night so you have been asleep for hours, and never heard your phone go off. When you finally woke up you saw all of the missed calls from Yugyeom, when you realized how much trouble you’d been in with him, you heard the front door open, and you immediately walked over to see him standing in the doorway.

“Have you been here all day?”

“Yeah, I fell asleep after you left and just woke up a few seconds ago, I’m so sorry,” you tell him as he reaches in giving you a hug.

“It’s okay. I know you didn’t get much sleep last night, so I understand, but you usually hear your phone ring,” he says while looking down at you.

“I know, I must’ve been in a deep sleep and just didn’t hear it.”

“Okay, now I’ve been in a meeting all day and you still look tired, so let’s take a little nap, okay,” he says as you guys go in the living room putting a movie on and falling asleep in each others arms.

Everyone who reblogs this with their bias in the tags before January 5th 2017 will get a special wintertime themed anon from their bias!! ❄️❄️❄️❄️

{got7!moodboard!au!}  ❝ broken hearts and tears build you into a strong person ❞

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR KING!

i don't wanna look at anything else (now that i saw you)

Warnings: Uhhh. Not much. Just some v v light angst, and Jackjack being a teeny tiny bit of a dumbass lil shit. Mentions of alcohol and getting drunk fuk yeah no don't do too much alcohol, kids. body and image insecurities, too.

Pairings: Jackson Wang/Reader

Plot: In another lifetime, another universe, your happy ending has always been in front of you all along.

Genre: light angst, eventual happy ending

And I can still see it all (In my mind)

All of you, all of me (Intertwined)

I once believed love would be (Black and white)

But it's golden (Golden)

And I can still see it all (In my head)

Back and forth from New York (Sneaking in your bed)

I once believed love would be (Burning red)

But it's golden

Like daylight, like daylight

Like daylight, daylight

I don't wanna look at anything else now that I saw you

(I can never look away)

I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you

(Things will never be the same)

I've been sleeping so long in a 20-year dark night

(Now I'm wide awake)

mixtape: all i have left to give - part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - ending 1

Oooooooohhhhweeeeeee

This is crazy

So much has happened since I last posted.

i got psychiatric help so guess who's on meds now? yay (not)

i mentioned here before that when I write the mixtape series, it's not necessarily in chronological order. I already have a rough draft in my mind of how it would go, and I am already planning to write the prequel to the first part, but it won't necessarily mean that it will come first. I also have an idea of what will happen for the ending(s?), but I have yet to muster the energy to write continuously right now bc so much has happened irl

With that being said, my next part will be a glimpse of one of the "what-if" endings. If it irks you that my writings are all over the place, I'm so sorry but I rly cant force my brain to write at one linear pace. As I always say, I hope I don't disappoint, and I'm so sorry if I do.

Thank you so much for loving my babies and for giving them the time of the day. Every time I get a notification of likes/reblogs/kudos/bookmarks, it warms my heart bc wtf it is more than I ever hoped for

thank you so much once again! this part is for those who are rooting for my babie jackjack because hey, he's a fuckin sweetheart and i love him to bits

just a little trigger warning for some insecurities because this is kinda self-projecting, i'm so sorry T_T

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Soft morning light greets you when you open your eyes.

You've always relished in these times—the seconds or minutes of blank bliss and silence in between waking up and lucidity. These are times of peace before facing the storm of the day.

You stare at the ceiling of the room, the cream-colored walls, then the photos that line up your drawers.

So much has happened these past few months. Sometimes, you still can't believe that you've survived through it, that you powered through it. You genuinely thought it would end up killing you, and that you'd die hurting inside out.

But you lived, and you're happy now.

You turn your head to the side to find him, still slumbering. You take a deep breath and dig your fingers into your palm, afraid that this will all be a dream, and that you'll wake up with sweat on your forehead and blood on your lips and sheets.

You honestly would never have made it without him.

The one and only constant in your life, your ride-or-die.

Jackson.

He had been there through everything—the treatments, the hospitalizations, the relapses, and the recovery. He was there to see you fall apart at 3 a.m., see you struggle with breathing at random times of the day, there to see you bleed out from the love you had (have) for the other men who were supposed to love you back unconditionally.

He was there through everything, and he never once let go of your hand.

Sometimes, you think how it would be if you ended up with them; what would happen? Would you be happier? How would it be different from how it is right now?

But then, you think, they never loved you the way you wished to, the way they should've until you were on the brink of death. There would be too much resentment, too much guilt, too much pain. You would never be truly happy.

You feel guilty thinking about these things. You are genuinely happy— happier even—than you've ever been. Jackson never made you feel like you have to be someone else, like you have to live up to someone's high expectations. You never have to cry again, except when he goes on tour and you miss him, or when you're so happy with him that tears just can't help but make confetti in your eyes.

But then, you and Jackson both know that it is inevitable, that the love for the seven men who were once the center of your soul would never really go away. And he's okay with it, you're both okay with it. You've both made peace that they will always be a part of your life. All that matters is Jackson is your home now, that he's the one that you'll come home to. He's the one that you will make a space for in your heart, and the only one that will occupy it and stay for good.

Jackson is home, and he always will be.

You reach out and carefully brush Jackson's hair away from his still-closed eyes. Moments like this you miss the most when he's away on tour and you can't go with him. It gets lonely, but his coming home with the biggest and proudest smile on his face makes everything worth it.

He is worth it, and he always will be.

You scoot closer to his sleeping figure, wrapping your arm around his waist. Februaries are always cold, so his body warmth is heaven-sent. It is also one of the things you miss during times apart. You grew up in a non-affectionate household, touch-starved to the point that you became touch- repulsed. But after getting to know how Jackson feels like home, you can never get enough of his touch. You can never go for too long without it, and you can say you almost reverted to being touch-starved.

You shift to wrap yourself around him, slinging your leg lightly over his. You hear him groan as you bury your face in the crook of his neck, trying not to miss him already. You still have two weeks left before he leaves again for his next tour, but you can already feel the creeping sadness and pit in your stomach.

You're getting separation anxiety again. Maybe it's time to talk to your therapist.

Your fingers find themselves curled on his arms lightly, tracing shapes and absently doodling on his skin. 

"You're up early," comes Jackson's sleep-laden voice, his arms wrapping around your shoulders.

"'m not up yet," you grumble, subtly inhaling the scent of his skin. "And it's already seven AM; not early."

Jackson chuckles. "Okay, okay. No need to get pouty."

You huff. "I'm not pouty," an irony as you can actually feel yourself pout more when he says that. "It's really just not early."

It is early, you actually know it. But you want to spend more time with him before he sets off to wow the whole world again while you stay behind and wait for him to come home, so no, it's not really early.

You feel him kiss your hair. "Ah. I'm still here, but you already miss me." He laughs lightly. "What would you do without me?"

You know it's a joke, but your abandonment issues have been seriously acting up for a while now. You have to swallow before answering.

"I'd die without you," you blink rapidly to stop yourself from crying, trying to keep your tone light. "Terribly, so."

"Hey," Jackson tries to push your shoulder gently to look at your face, but you don't want him to see your crumpled expression.

"Hey, don't cry. It's too early for you to cry." You sniff, not wanting to let go of him. "I'm joking. You can never get rid of me at this point."

"But you can get rid of me," you fail to not sound miserable. "You can find someone else and settle down with them, someone whole."

A pause.

"Someone not broken."

"No." This time, Jackson's tone is firm, almost angry. "I don't like you talking about yourself like this, and I won't get rid of you. Is that what you think of me?"

"No, but you—"

"'But I ' nothing '," he says. He sits you both up and he puts his hands on your shoulders. "I fought nail and tooth just so I can have my happy ending with you. I fought with the law, I fought your soulmates, and I will fight all over again just so I can have this until we grow old and wrinkly. Why would I get rid of someone I've wanted my whole life? That's fucking stupid."

Your lips curl in a slight pout, trembling with all the tears that want to escape. You absently touch your chest, used to the phantom pain that came with the soul-scraping before. It's gone now, but all the things you used to do, used to go through, as well as the painful memories are still here.

"I..." You start, voice hoarse. "Sorry, I just don't want a repeat of that, you know?"

"I know."

"And I know you're not like them, but there are so many reasons things don't work out. And not to be dramatic or what—erm—," you clear your throat, "but I won't survive the next time I go through that again." Not if everything goes into plan, that next step you are planning with him. "It'll kill me."

You won't survive another soul-scraping, you just won't.

"You won't. I won't leave, I promise." Jackson presses a tender kiss on your lips, running his thumb on your cheek as he cradles it gently. "As I said, we'll grow old and wrinkly. We'll be that meme on Facebook where we grow old together and play bump cars with wheelchairs."

You snort softly. "If you damage my rhetorical wheelchair, I'm using yours. You crawl on the ground."

He grins, a lovely sight on his pretty face. "I'll always crawl my way back to you," he croons.

Jackson leans in and captures your lips in a gentle kiss. His hand finds its way inside your top and you flinch unintentionally. He tenses, then pulls away.

"I'm sorry," you hurriedly say.

"Hey," he says, eyes searching your face. "No need to apologize. I'm sorry. We don't need to do anything you don't want to."

"No, no. I want to." You pause, biting your lip. "It's just... my scar." You absently trace your myectomy scar. He looks at you, willing you to go on. "It's ugly." Among all other things.

"You will never be ugly." You open your mouth to retort but he silences you with a serious look. "I love you, scars and all. But as I said, we don't have to do anything. I just want to spend my time with you, and I'm good."

God, you think, I really think I'll marry you.

You surge up with a fierce kiss to his lips, taking your top off before you can change your mind.

"Wait, wait." Jackson puts his hand on yours, stopping you from taking your shirt off. "No."

"No?" You swallow thickly.

"No, not like that," he says hurriedly, seeing your mood shift. "Is it a good day?"

You know what he means, and it is not.

"No," you agree in a small voice. "It isn't."

You've gotten far from your insecurities, but they sometimes come back sneakily, like they did yesterday and today, of all days.

"We can keep your shirt on if you'd like?" he offers.

You take one look at him. Yup, you'll definitely marry him.

"Please?" You implore with your eyes.

He smiles softly. "Then we keep your shirt on."

His smile turns wicked.

"Won't stop me from eating you out from under it, though."

---

"Mark!"

"No," Mark says flatly. "You're not backing out of this."

"But—"

"Do you love him?" he asks.

"Yes!"

"Do you want to marry his ugly face?"

"He's not ugly, but yes!"

"Do you want to spend your lifetime kissing his ugly face?"

"Again, my Jackson is not ugly, but yes, I do!"

"Did you change your mind then?"

"Y—no, I did not!"

"Then why are you backing out?!"

"Because what if he doesn't want to?" [Name] bursts out to which Mark snorts impatiently. "What if doesn't want that for life? That's a lifetime of commitment, Mark. I can't undo that shit."

"You think he would want to?" Mark asks, almost angry, his patience growing thin. He rolls his eyes to heaven when he sees you in near tears.

"He wants to marry your equally ugly face," to which you splutter a 'hey!', "he talks, breathes, and sleeps nothing but [Name], [Name], [Name]." He sighs.

"Do you really think he would let go of you now?"

You know at this point that your fear is redundant and irrational, but you can't help it. Not when your own (ex-)soulmates didn't want you. It took you almost dying, and choosing your dignity and self-respect before they turned around. And even then, it was too late. Your soul is having none of it.

Mark softens at your silence. "Did you talk to your therapist about this?"

You nod. "Yeah. He said that I should start forgiving myself and moving forward and that I should believe that not everyone is like them. Not everyone will leave me."

"He's right. We won't leave you. We're stuck with you, just like how you're stuck with us. Okay?"

"Okay."

"Okay, good. Now, give me my hug because I just got from a long tiring flight because someone didn't want me to ride her private jet." He glares at you.

You laugh. "I told you, I need to fly here earlier than you since you can't cancel your meeting."

"You could've—I don't know—waited for me, maybe?" He pulls you in a tight hug.

Before you two can pull away, however, you both hear the sounds of Jackson's voice and the door opening.

Oh, shit.

You two freeze on your hug. You don't understand why you did but you just feel guilty, like being caught with your hand down your pants. You and Mark pull away from each other quickly.

"What's this? Hugging without me, huh?" Jackson jokes, but you can hear the slight insinuation in his voice, one that Mark does as well.

"Yeah, I'm stealing your girlfriend, Wang. Watch out." Mark smirks lightheartedly.

This bitch!

Jackson's eyebrow twitches. "You wish." They embrace in a brief hug before he turns to you with a soft smile on his pretty face.

Wow. Years in and you still can't get your heart to shut up over his smile.

"Hey," he says softly. "This is a very nice surprise."

"I missed you and the bed was cold," you pout slightly. "So here I am."

"Ah, I knew it. You just want a bed warmer." In the background, you can hear Mark fake gag, and Jackson gives him the finger.

"No, I want my Jackson not an electric blankie, smartass."

"Your Jackson, huh?" Mark fake gags again, and you smile at Jackson's 'fuck off, Tuan'.

"This is not what I signed up for, so I'm leaving you lovebirds to it."

"About time." This time, it's Jackson who grumbles, and you and Mark both laugh. "Shut up."

---

The next few days of the tour see Jackson busier than ever, and so are you. With the tour coming to its end, you scramble to get the last steps of your surprise into place. After all, Jackson deserves the best, and you don't want to give him any less.

This also means that you both get to see less of each other. You miss him and it sucks, and Jackson sometimes gets to receive the burnt of it, unfortunately.

"Hey. It's okay, everything's going to be okay," he says. You are so close to bursting and just saying fuck it, but you can't, so you let out a frustrated growl.

"It is not, stop saying that again and again." It is not. The local producer and local venue producer are being tough nuts to crack for some unknown reason, and are uncooperative. They are the only remaining people you need in on the plan, so it is taking too much time and effort on your part. Not that Jackson is not worth it, but the headache is just a bitch to deal with. "It really isn't so I ask you to kindly fuck off, Jackson. I don't need you patronizing me right now."

"Hey," he says firmly, his jaw heavy set. "I'm not doing anything, so don't take your shit out on me."

Ah, shit.

"Jacks—"

"Is it because I'm taking much of your time?"

"What?"

"Is it because I'm taking your time away to be with Mark?"

Your jaw drops. "Excuse me?"

"You think I don't see how you spend your time with him? How close you two seem to be nowadays?"

Aw, hell no.

"Jackson, no. What the fuck?"

"No, no. It's okay. You don't need to explain, you know? If you want to be with Mark-hyung, it's fine. I'm not gonna stand in the way."

"What are you talking about? Are you saying I'm cheating on you?" you ask in disbelief.

Jackson shakes his head. "I'm saying that if you want to be with him, you don't need to start picking fights just so we can break up." His eyes turn sad. "I'll let you go, you just have to ask."

Your chest hurts at that, stirring up old feelings you thought you'd never be able to feel again. "And you're gonna let me go, just like that?"

Silence.

You laugh humorlessly. "Wow. And you think of me that way, too."

"[Name]—"

"No." You thank whatever fuck there is that you had the foresight to book a separate room to plan your surprise (not that you sleep in it, with you opting to always sleep beside Jackson since arriving) and take your bag from the chair by the window of the suite.

"Thank you for clearing that shit up. At least I know now where I stand."

Jackson grasps your wrist delicately. "Sweetheart—"

You pull your wrist away from him. "Don't 'sweetheart' me, Jackson." He stops at the sight of the brimming tears in your eyes, the hurt painted in it.

"I trusted you with shit, you knew how I abhor those things you accuse me of. You knew how I hated my mom because of the things she did, and yet you dared think I am like her."

"I didn't—"

"Yes, you did, Jackson. Because if you only knew how full I am of you since the day I let those bastards go from my life." You sniff. "It's only and always been you, you, and you. Everyone knew that; everyone knows that."

"I don't—"

"Yeah, you don't. So I'll spare you the time and just leave you be. I never plan to force myself into something or someone, and I don't plan to start now."

Jackson tries to refute that it isn't the case, but you slam the door shut in his face behind you before he can even get a word in.

[ah, these kids. what do i do with you two?]

Jackson looks at the door you just slammed shut in his face, then to the dresser in his suite that you never opened. You two had always been intertwined, but you always gave him his space and privacy. He walks towards it, opens it, and takes the velvet box with the sparkling ring in it.

All I can say is you two are idiots, and everyone will agree with me.

---

"You what?!"

You grumble, shielding your bottle away from Mark. "Please don't shout at me, I'm already having a hard time as it is." You try to pull off your pitiful face, but Mark only makes his own face at you.

To be fair, Mark finds you pitiful, but not in that way. And he kind of wants to punch Jackson in the face right now too because seriously, you and Mark? It's like him and his sisters, what the actual fuck?

He can't blame the man, however. Everyone in the circle knows how Jackson has been wounded by the relationships he was in before, so it's easier for him to switch to defense mode. Jackson has always been prone to leave before he gets left when he feels like the other party is slowly losing interest.

But the dumbass has always been prone to the dumbest dumbassery in the group. And this? This takes the cake, Mark could roll his eyes to heaven.

"And you didn't bother to, I don't know, explain shit to him?" he asks with the patience of a saint.

You pout. You had the audacity to pout and Mark feels the patience slowly slipping away from him. "No. It's not gonna be a surprise anymore if I do."

Holy fuck.

"Are you shitting my dick right now?" he mutters. You only snort and Mark pulls away the bottle from you.

"Hey!"

"Listen to me. It's not gonna be a surprise anymore if you two break up because there'll be no one to surprise. You know he is a dumbass and you decided to be a dumbass too?"

"Hey! He accused me first! I didn't accuse him anything when he shot that sexy ass shoot with the ashes and stuff—"

"—Cruel." Mark supplies helpfully.

"Yes, that. I didn't do that with the main dancer when they've been cute and friendly and shit off cam, and yet he accuses me with you." You belch and gag, and Mark steps away slightly from you to avoid any impending projectile vomiting. "Like 'ew'."

"I agree with you, but how dare you, bitch? Are you saying I'm 'ew'?"

You level him with a look as much as you can with your drunk face, and Mark has never had the urge to headlock a woman before.

"Anyway," you say forlornly, "at least I know where we stand now." You sniff, and Mark feels bad for you (a little).

"No, you really don't. I thought that by now, you would know how he is."

"You weren't there when he said it!" You burst out angrily. "He means it! Do you know how it feels standing there and being practically told that he knows I'll leave him for other people, and that he'll let me?" You burp loudly again. "Me, of all people? When he knew how I detest that shit. With all the things I went through?"

And then you burst into ugly sobs.

[ah, jackson. you really are one dumbass.]

"Hey, hey, no," Mark says, wrapping his arms around you. "Don't cry. You're not allowed to cry. Doctor Im told you you're still healing; you're not even allowed to drink."

"Yet here I am," you say with a shaky laugh that morphs into another sob. "Again."

You're not sure if you're just talking about drinking or the fact that you're on the brink of losing yourself again over lost relationships. It's tiring, really. But it is what it is, as they say.

"Can you—can you please get my bag?" you ask Mark. "By the door, tossed it earlier," you slur.

You've never really shown Mark the ring you want to propose to Jackson with. Mark assumed that it is flashy, and you're never one for flashy things, so you're embarrassed about it.

That's not it, however. Completely the opposite, actually. The engagement ring is totally simple, a silver band encrusted with small diamonds on top. The only flashy thing about it is the bigger diamond heart in the center and the smaller gems that surround it on both sides.

The smaller gems are the highlights, you think. You took them from the necklace with both the birthstones that were gifted by Jackson to you during your first year anniversary and had them cut delicately to fit the ring you had in mind. On the right heart side are your birthstones, while on the left are Jackson's. You know some might find it too feminine, and Jackson might not be able to wear it that much in his line of work, but the ring is the most beautiful thing you have ever created in your life.

And now, Jackson won't be able to see it. That thought brings you to a fresh round of tears.

"Too girly, isn't it?" You ask Mark, who is silent. "And it should be the other way around—he should be the one asking me to marry him. I still would've asked him to marry me with this, Mark. That's how I don't give a shit. I just wanna marry his ugly face, but now I can't."

"You wanna marry me?" Comes a soft voice behind you and Mark. You jerk away, and Mark gently unwraps his arms around you as Jackson steps forward.

"I'll let you lovebirds talk," Mark says as he pulls away, but your wide eyes (as wide as bloodshot eyes can be) are only trained on Jackson. Mark pats Jackson's shoulder with a low 'we'll talk later', and Jackson only nods. It is silent until Mark closes the door behind him.

"You wanna marry me?" Jackson asks again. "You're gonna ask to marry me, [Name]?"

You can only nod, your eyes shut as your tears don't stop falling.

"Stay here," he only says. It's not like you're going anywhere, so you stay put. However, when five minutes turn to fifteen, then to twenty, you start to think that Jackson has either gone to sleep or gone off to god knows where. Before you can even think about getting up and running after him, the door to your suite opens.

"Come here, stand up." Jackson takes your hand and helps you stand up. He wipes your face with his hand, then with the cold cloth that someone hands him (whom you recognize is one of his staff). Other staff start to fuss over you as someone turns on the overhead lights.

"Wait, what?" you ask as someone starts to powder your face. "What's happening?"

You turn to Jackson, who's being ushered into a suit. You are ushered yourself by the few staff he had roped into helping into the other room to change into a tulle sweetheart dress.

"We're getting married."

---

"So, Jackson..." You hear the host through the speakers start his next question as you wait backstage with Mark. Even with the elopement, you're still going through with your plan.

That other plan.

"No," Mark says flatly. "You're not backing out of this."

Here we go again, but this time, Mark is a little less pissed and more exhausted with your shenanigans.

"No, I'm just saying. Maybe I should do this in private instead? This is the equivalent of putting a girl on the spot with marriage proposals, which, for the record, I absolutely detest because fuck having choice and not cornering them into whatever they want, right?"

"While I do agree with you, he'll pee his pants and probably hump you if you do this than to be put off, trust me," Mark says. "And besides, everything is ready. All it needs is the execution."

Mark has a point.

Before you can wimp out again, you hear your name being called to an uproar of cheers. You're lucky Jackson's fanbase is mostly supportive of your relationship since you two came out a few years ago, though it is not without some minor hiccups and a few outrage from the unsupportive ones. What matters however is you lucked out, and you can never be more grateful.

"[Name] [Last Name], ladies and gentlemen!" You hear the host say as you see Jackson's blinding grin when you step out from the backstage.

Oh, you swoon. My smitten darling [Name].

Steady, girl.

"So, Miss [Last Name]—"

"It's Mrs. Wang, actually." You hear gasps from the audience, and Jackson's blinding grin turns lovelier and wider. "We actually got married in secret, and you forgot this at home." You hand him his ring as you grin mischievously.

"Okay, Peeta Mellark." Jackson rolls his eyes good-naturedly as he slips on his ring. "What a way to break it to them."

"My, my." The host fans himself with a wide smile. "Is this what you meant when you told me you'll be getting me a high rating?"

"I hope so," you say sheepishly. "If it doesn't, then no worries. I still have another trick in my hat. Don't you worry."

You look at Jackson and can't help but laugh inwardly at his clueless smile.

Oh, dear.

The interview goes without a hitch, with it mostly centered on your married life. You were originally nervous about how it would turn out, but it had been so far so good. Nobody threw shoes, and all that happened was a little 'booooo' when asked if you had had your honeymoon yet (which not yet, because you were both busy for a while after his tour).

"So, [Name]," the host asks again with a little waggle of his eyebrows. "What is this other trick of yours you mentioned earlier?"

Ah, shit. Here we go.

"Ah." Your smile turns a little serene, and you see Jackson sit up straighter in his seat. Nobody would notice it if they are not in tune with him, but he practically owns your whole soul, and you'd like to think that you do his, too, so you notice it.

"Have I told you my story about my soulmates?"

The host shakes his head. "Pray, do tell."

"Well, not everyone gets lucky with theirs. Everyone knows that." You smile sadly, the audience turning quiet.

"Yes, of course. A very sad fact that everyone is very well acquainted with." The host smiles sympathetically at you.

"I used to think it was the end of the world when mine didn't want anything to do with me. I kept thinking that something was wrong with me, that maybe I was really not worth their time. That maybe I was meant to suffer and die hurting."

You pause, then you look at Jackson. "But then I realize, I have you," you say softly.

You look back at the host.

"What more can I ask for when I have him?"

Your smile turns happier as the audience lets out a quiet 'aww'.

"I really like doing things unconventional and my way so..."

You bite your lower lip as you look once again at Jackson, who has his eyes trained on you and hanging on to every word you say.

"Would you give me the honor of being my forever soulmate, Jackson?"

It was like a time warp. The moment he said yes, cheers erupted, and everything blurred and warped in your ears. All your fears, all the hurt and pain? It was gone.

This is your happy ending, you deserve it, my dear [Name].

Go live it.

---

Meanwhile, somewhere a thousand miles away, a group of young men smile sadly at what could have been, and what was lost. Their chests perpetually ache with the loss of a piece of a soul they can never get back.

Jade: I have something to show you.

Rox: If it's about jackson I don't wanna know.

Jade: ...But he's bae!

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