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loveforjaehyun · 5 years ago

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𝓗𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓦𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝓮𝓻

𝙅𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙓 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

𝙊𝙣𝙚-𝙎𝙝𝙤𝙩

Ｓｕｍｍａｒｙ； It was only supposed to be a moment of weakness, but it changed your whole life.

Ｇｅｎｒｅ： Reader Insert, Fluff

Ｗｏｒｄｓ：3,457

Ｗａｒｎｉｎｇｓ； Talk and hints of physical abuse. As well as cheating so please read at your own discretion.

ＱｕｉｃｋＮｏｔｅ－ This is my first Jackson short story and my second short story overall, so if you have any feed back let me know or just any tips for my writing it would be much appreciated! But I was actually inspired by this short story by Jackson’s recent comeback Mirrors, and just got a vibe from it. Thanks! I hope you enjoy!

𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭-The paragraphs that are italicized are flashback

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“Jackson, we’ve talked about this. You can’t come here anymore. What we had is over.”

You whisper harshly to him trying to get him to leave.

“But Y/N I can’t just leave you; I want to be with you. Just leave him and be with me”

He whispered back to you trying to get you to choose him over your family.

Though you had thought about it, leaving behind the husband that you no longer loved. The one that beat you every time you did something that he didn’t approve of.

But you also thought of the two little girls fast asleep right down the hall that you loved with all your heart. Your mind moved back to your husband and your heart began to race. ‘What if he wakes up and finds Jackson here.’

“You need to leave. Now.”

You demand to him strongly wanting him gone so that you both wouldn’t get caught. You start to shove him toward the door, though the sleeve of your night shirt had come up in the action. Jackson saw the purple bruise wrapped around your wrist like a bracelet. His eyes quickly fill with rage, and he stops allowing you to push him toward the door.

“What did he do to you?”

He demands angrily, no longer trying to be quiet. You don’t answer him and turn your head to the side ashamed, no longer wanting to look him in the eyes. He tenderly grabs your arm and brings your injured wrist up to his lips and kisses it tenderly.

“How often?”

He questions you again, speaking just above a whisper, and you have to strain your ears to hear him. But you don’t say anything for the second time.

“Y/N, how often does he hurt you?”

He repeats himself, adding more force to his voice.

“Often enough.”

You whisper back to him, sounding defeated.

“How about the girls, does he touch them?”

He asks, he tone growing to sound uneasy. Like he really didn’t want to know the answer.

“No, he doesn’t touch them, I offer myself up anytime he tries to go near them.”

You were scared now. Scared of how Jackson was going to act, if he was going to do something in retaliation. Or if he was going to start hitting you just like the man you were married to does. But he just pulls you into a tender hug, and then turns and walks out the door.

Tears begin to slip out of your eyes. ‘He’s not going to come back.’ You brush the tears away and turn back to the room with the man lying in your bed. You push the door open quietly and crawl carefully onto your side of the bed, hoping not to disturb him.

He stirs and rolls over to face you, your breath stops in your chest and your whole body freezes, but never says anything or makes any notions that he was awake.

You let out a sigh of relief as you pull the blankets over you.

Your mind begins to stray as your hand falls onto your slowly growing stomach. As you lay there, you think about everything that had led up to this point.

You were just finishing up your weekly meeting with the women of your block. One of the older ladies had decided on a local high-end restaurant, and you were just saying your goodbyes to everyone when you saw him.

He had a clean shave and wore what looked to be expensive clothing as we walked in with what you counted as six other men. He walked with confidence, not like everyone was beneath him, but like he had the power to do anything in the world without anyone stopping him. Without realizing it you had turned every ounce of your attention to him and completely disregarded the women standing in front of you. But it looked like he had done the same thing with one of the men that he had been talking to, as he spotted you.

The women that you were previously conversing with quickly shook you out of your daze and you turned to her, finished your goodbyes, and whirled back around to look at the man that you had spotted before.

But he was gone, and you didn’t see him anywhere as you looked around.

Suddenly you hear a deep, playful voice.

“You know, you should really try and keep those eyes to yourself while you’re in a public place-”

He pauses for half a second, just long enough for him to move closer to your back and whisper in your ear

“-we could take this to the bedroom though, and you could look at me like that all you wanted to.”

You quickly spin around to face the stranger behind you, only to see the man that you had been gapping at not even ten minutes before.

“I’m married!”

You quickly blurted out. You then turn to make sure none of the women that you had been with had seen what had happened between the two of you. But to your luck all of the women had already left, leaving you with the stranger.

“Married?”

He questioned

“I don’t see a man with you. The only ones I see are you-“

He grabs your chin dragging your eyes back to his as they begin to stray

“-and me.”

He told you confidently, not having a single care that you had a husband at home waiting on you.

“But I have kids, and a husband, I will not cheat on him.”

You tell him, confident in what you are saying.

“Do you really believe the words that are coming out of your mouth right now?”

He questions you for what seemed to be the millionth time today. And in retaliation you nod your head confidently. But he leans in a little closer, and the confidence begins to fade, and whispers into your hair.

“Then why are you not pulling away from me?”

Your mind freezes and you become aware of what was happening. You were body to body with this stranger, one of his hands was holding your chin still to keep you looking at him, his other was holding your waist keeping your hips pressed against his. You could fill every inch of his body pressed against yours, but even though the voice in the back your head was screaming at you to pull away from him and stay faithful to your husband you couldn’t move. Because there was another part of your mind that was wondering if this stranger would treat you better than your husband, the one that beat you when he got to angry, the one that you were sure went to other women for pleaser, but crawled back into your bed to hold you at night.

You finally figure out what to say to him after you settle on a decision. Your mind clears from the fog that had taken over and you look into his eyes, they were shinning with curiosity as he patiently waited on you to give him an answer.

“Because I want more than what I have.”

You tell him, now unfaltering. His eyebrows raise, shocked at your statement. But his face quickly returns to the seductive look that he had on before.

“Oh? Princess wants more? I can work with that answer.”

He then releases your waist, grabs your hand and intertwines his fingers with yours. He turns his head and nods in the direction of the table filled with the men that he walked in with. Your face quickly flushes red. You had completely lost sense of where you were and had forgotten that you were standing in the middle of a high-end restaurant in a public area. But the stranger holding your hand doesn’t give you time to think about what had just happened because he is pulling on your hand, leading you out of the restaurant and to a sleek black sports car. He pulls the door up over your head and ushers you into the low sitting car. He quickly hurries around to the opposite side of the vehicle and gets in like it was made specially for him. But from how he was talking it really wouldn’t surprise you if it HAD been made just for the man sitting right beside you. His hand moves to put the car in drive, but he pauses and turns to face you.

“I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Jackson Wang, I’m originally from China but I’m living in Korea for a while.”

He introduces himself to you, his name registers in your mind for half a second but you don’t think long enough on it to figure out why his name sounds so familiar.

“F/N L/N, born and raised here, and have spent my whole life here.”

You say back sticking your hand across the console to shake hands. But he grabs it instead and brings it up to his lips placing a kiss on the back of it.

“What a beautiful name you have Y/N, I can’t wait to get to know you.”

He tells you, your name flowing off his tongue like music, and his eye lighting up at the sound of it. He then turns away from you, putting his hand on the gear shift in the middle console between the two of you and pulls the car out onto the road, gunning it, taking you to an unknown destination.

That was where it had all started. You don’t know how you had let everything get so far. It was supposed to be just a moment of weakness. But he had kept coming back to you, and you to him. This had been going on for almost a year as of now. And you didn’t know how to get out of the situation. You didn’t even know if you truly wanted to get out of it.

You glance over at the alarm clock sitting on the side table, and let out a sigh, it was almost six o’clock in the morning. It was time for you to get out of bed and begin to make breakfast for your family.

So, you do, you drag your tired aching body out from under the warm blankets and slip on your robe to walk to the bathroom to begin getting ready for the day.

As you shuffle into the bathroom you flick on the lights and get on with your daily morning routine, your body begging you to crawl back into bed and get at least a couple hours of sleep. But you shake the feeling away as you slip your night shirt over your head. Out of the corner of your eye you catch sight of your body in the mirror. Your stomach was growing bigger every day, it was almost time for you to decide on what you wanted to do. Do you tell Jackson that you were pregnant with his child? Could you leave the father of your daughters for the man of your unborn baby? Or should you just get rid of the fetus and forget about everything that had happened with Jackson?

But as soon as the last thought crosses your mind you quickly shake the thought out of your head. That was not a possibility, you were not going to terminate your pregnancy, and you couldn’t forget about everything with Jackson. It was too late for that now; you were already in love with him.

You finish getting ready with the thoughts clouding your mind. After finishing, you head into the kitchen and begin what you got out of bed to do. After a while you hear both your girls shuffle down the hall, both had probably woken to the smell of what you were cooking at the stove.

They both hop onto the stools at the counter just as you place their respective plate in front of them.

“Thanks Mom!”

They say together right before they dig into their plates, hurrying so they can begin to get ready for school. As soon as they finish, they rush to their rooms to get prepared. You turn back to the stove to finish the food for your husband you were cooking. Soon you hear him coming down the hall, his dress shoes clipping against the hard wood floors. You whole body tenses at the sound, worried that he would do or say something.

Instead he sits down in a spot that one of your daughters had just left and sets his laptop down beside him to finish some paperwork he was working on the night before, so he could head to the office.

You quickly set his plate of food down beside his computer along with his coffee. Neither of you say anything, and you turn to begin to clean up the kitchen. He sits there quietly as you clean, and the only noise you hear from him is the occasional clicking of the keyboard and the scrape of his fork against his plate.

As you finished cleaning, he begins to pack his briefcase and begins to head toward the door, giving a nod in your direction and throwing a ‘I’ll be home tonight’ over his shoulder. As soon as he steps out the door the tension leaves your body and the giggling of your girls coming down the hall catches your attention. A smile lights up your face and you turn away from the door your husband just left out to face your daughters coming your way.

“Alright, load up!”

You tell them, ushering them toward the door and out toward the car.

“Mom do we really have to go to school today?”

Your oldest questioned you, not really wanting to go.

“Yes, you do, you need to get your education. Plus, don’t you want to see your friends?”

You retaliate back her.

She doesn’t say anything else after that, knowing that she would have fun at school no matter what she said.

She was only 7 but she knew when she was beat. The rest of the car ride was silent other than the noise coming from the radio. And you soon pull up to the school.

“All right I love you both! I’ll see you after you get out of school!”

You speak to them as they climb out in a rush, slamming the door on their way out. You watch them head inside the doors of the school before you pull away from the curb, heading back to your now empty home. As you drive your mind drifts back to the baby growing in your womb and the father of the child, and you make a life changing conclusion.

As you reach home you head inside and begin to work on everything you need to get done before your husband and daughters arrive back home.

Hours passed and soon your girls are arriving home from school, off the bus. And you were just finishing taping up the last box. A few hours later you were waiting on your husband to get home from work. As you hear his car pull in the driveway you start to lead the girls out of the front door and into your fully packed car.

“What are you doing?”

You hear him ask from behind you.

“We’re leaving you.”

You tell him walking around the car after buckling your daughters in properly, getting in the car yourself.

“Leaving? You can’t-“

You cut him off as you shut the door, as you begin to drive away you see him in your rearview mirror, red faced, standing in the middle of the road. As you get further and further away from your old home the weight on your shoulders begins to lighten. Your mind drifts to the text that you had been sent earlier while you had been packing.

‘I’m sorry about how I acted last night I was just so angry and didn’t want you to see me like that.’

You had quickly replied telling him that everything was okay and that you forgive him. Everything was alright between the two of you now. Well, you hoped so anyways.

After driving for a while, you pull the car into the parking garage of an apartment building.

“Mom? What are we doing here?”

Your youngest asks you.

“We’re here to see someone.”

You tell her, beginning to help them out of the car. You go up to the top floor of the apartment complex and knock on one of the doors. Your nerves start to grow and your palms begin to sweat. Both girls were now holding on to a hand each. And you stand at the door for what felt like hours, but you knew only a few short seconds had passed. Soon the door slowly swings open, and the occupant’s eyes grow wide seeing you on his doorstep with your daughters.

“Jackson!”

The girls say together.

“I didn’t know you live here!”

Your youngest says to him before either of you can get a word in.

“Y/N? What are you-“

You quickly cut him off with a shake of your head as you nod to your daughters beside you. He quickly nods back in understanding before crouching down to speaking to them.

“Well, I’m hungry, how about some pizza?”

They both eagerly nod before rushing around him to go and explore his house. As soon as they are out of sight Jackson turns to face you, a questioning look on his handsome face.

“I left him, I choose you Jackson, it’s always been you. Ever since the first day we had been together.”

You tell him rushing to get your words out, your mind stumbling over itself. His eyes grow wide, excitement shinning in them. But you quickly begin speaking again before he has time to say anything.

“And I’m pregnant with your baby, but I know that my husband won’t just let me go. I was so scared to leave him, and I’m scared that he is going to try and take the girls from me, and the only thing that I’m sure of right now is that I want to be with you.”

You tell him, managing not to stutter though your voice was shaking with fear. But he softly tugs you into his arms and nudges your temple with his nose.

“I’m glad that you chose me, but you don’t need to worry, I’m here and the girls are happy roaming the house. Your husband won’t go any where near you or the girls. And he doesn’t have you, I do, so forget about that, and a divorce can be easily worked out, especially in your situation.”

He slowly answers your fears, calming your mind one thing at a time. But he had started from the end and had worked his way back. As his mind finally processed the first thing you had said, his whole body froze, and you could hear the breath rush out of his lungs.

“Pregnant?”

He whispers in shock. You nod in reply, and you begin to get the fear that he doesn’t want to have a baby with you. But your fear is quickly shot away as he picked you up and swung you around.

“A baby! We are having a baby!”

He yells excited, also drawing the attention of the girls that had been digging through the fridge. They quickly rushed back to where you both were standing.

“Can it be a boy? I want a little brother.”

Your youngest tells you. Your oldest nodding in agreement. Jackson immediately perks up at the idea.

“Oh ya, let’s have a boy.”

He tells you, like it was your decision to make.

“You know it’s all on you for that right?”

You tell him seriously, with an ‘are you stupid’ look on your face.

His whole demeanor brightens, and he nods.

“Then it’s defiantly a boy.”

He tells you confidently. But you just laugh at him shaking your head. He draws you deeper in your hug, and the girls quickly join in, not wanting to be left out.

This is what you wanted, a happy family and a man that loved you. And you finally got it, though you are sure that you will have to fight to keep it that way, with a husband situation that was still not resolved you knew there were bound to be struggles. But you didn’t want to worry about that now.

Jackson breaks away from the hold has his stomach lets out a loud growl. His face gets a sight red hint to it before he laughs it off.

“How about that pizza I promised?”

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loveforjaehyun · 5 years ago

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𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓗𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓐 𝓟𝓪𝓬𝓴𝓪𝓰𝓮

Jung Jaehyun X Reader

One-Shot

Ｓｕｍｍａｒｙ； You’re just a girl who wants to be excepted and find her soulmate.

Ｇｅｎｒｅ： Reader insert, Soulmates, Fluff

Ｗｏｒｄｓ：1,593

ＱｕｉｃｋＮｏｔｅ－ This is my first attempt at writing anything and putting it out online, so if you have any feed back let me know, or if you have any tips for writing! Thanks! Hope you enjoy!

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You were walking down the street, trying to keep your head down, like any other normal day. If you looked up for a second, everyone would see the considerable size of the birth mark around your right eye. It had been there your whole life, tying you to your soulmate while also drawing unwanted attention. It was said that the more noticeable the mark was, the greater the connection you would have to your lifelong lover. Yours covered almost a fourth of your face.

You felt guilty for whoever your soul mate was, because while theirs may not be in the same spot, it was the same size and color as yours.

As you walked down the street, someone shoved their way past you, causing your body to go stumbling in the opposite direction. Rather than confronting them, you kept your head low and kept going. After all, this wasn’t an unusual occurrence. About fifteen minutes later you finally reached your relatively nice apartment. Your parents were well off and paid for most of your college and necessities. However, you still wanted to earn your own income, and thus landed a part time job out of the public eye, behind a computer screen, doing client’s finances for them.

As soon as you enter the apartment, your feline friend comes to greet you. He rubs his black coat against the white jeans you were wearing, leaving behind a layer of noticeable fur. You reach down and run your hand over his back until he decides that he has had enough attention and moves into the living room. You follow behind him, grabbing the TV remote off the coffee table, pressing the on button and putting on the news. You continue through the house, heading into the kitchen, grabbing a scoop of cat food to fill up the food bowl. You then turn into the pantry, trying to search for something that you could just through in the microwave without any effort. While searching you hear in the background,

“-was found this week murdered in their home.”.

You hurry back into the living room abandoning your search for food so you can listen in on what was being broadcasted on the news. You quickly grab the remote and turn the sound up some more so you could hear everything properly.

“The couple was supposedly killed last night in their sleep, along with their two children. Police reports say that it was another soul killer, trying to go against the will of God- “

You quickly cut off the man on the news by clicking to TV off while shaking your head in disgust.

Sure, the mark on your face has caused you some trouble in your life, but you saw no harm in having a soul mate to spend the rest of your life with. At least you didn’t have to go from one person to the next never really knowing if the person that you were with was right for you. But you quickly push the thoughts away from your mind and go back to the task of finding your lunch for the day.

After a few minutes of searching you finally decide on some leftovers from the night before, you put the food on a plate and put it in the microwave to get warm. You stand there watching it for a few seconds, until you hear a knock on the main entrance door. You start to head toward the noise grabbing a hoodie off the back of one of the dining room chairs, slipping it over your head and pulling up the hood to hide your face.

You keep your face down as you open the door, as soon as the person sees that you opened the door they begin to talk. But you don’t really listen to what he is saying, you become drawn in by his voice. It was deep, but not one of the deepest that you have heard, and it had a soothing tone to it, one that you would want to listen to for the rest of your life. But it quickly cuts off whenever you don’t reply, but you begin to stumble over your words, because you don’t know what he had said, so you don’t know what to respond. But your cat saves you, while you were distracted, he had snuck up behind you, and quickly darted out the door so he could rub against the leg of the stranger in front of you.

“Wa-wait! Sorry, h-he likes to get his smell on people he doesn’t know. I-I hope you aren’t allergic or anything.”

You stutter over your words, embarrassed but also thankful that you no longer had to reply to what he had been saying to you before the feline had interrupted.

But the stranger slowly bends down so he could give his attention to the cat.

“No, its fine, I actually love cats. I’m sure he is just smelling my roommates cat from my apartment.”

He replies nonchalantly, but before you can say anything thing else, he glances up at you from his crouches position. Giving him the perfect view of your face. And he freezes, as do you. You both stare at each other for a few seconds, before you quickly turn your back to him, hiding your face from his sight.

“Ho-hold on, is that- is that your birthmark? Not just a bruise?” He stumbles through his words, trying to get the questions out without trying to sound rude while asking. But your mind stalls anyways, trying to process what to do.

‘Why, why did he have to see it, the hideous thing that covered so much of your face. You were just supposed to open the door, take care of what he needed, and send him on his way. Not show off the mark the ties you to your future lifelong companion.’

As your mind finally processes what to do, your body begins to move. You swoop down and grab your black cat that was still rubbing his lithe body against the man’s legs. You then begin to rush back through the ajar door.

“Wait! I have your package!” He proclaims just as you were about to shut the door in his face. You pause, and your cat jumps out of your arms, now wanting to go do something else, after causing all the problems he did for you.

You had forgotten that you had ordered something, and it was supposed to come in today. So, you peak your head back around the door, no longer feeling the need to hide your face, after he had already seen what you had been trying to hide. This time you can now see his face clearly. His hair was a light brown that fell into his eyes, which were a deep chocolate brown that you could stare into forever. He had an oval face with wide eyes and prominent cheekbones. He gave you a small smile, seeming to be happy that you no longer tried to hide your face from him, doing this gave you a view of his dimples that were hidden in his cheeks before. And his lips fit perfectly on his face, the top one being smaller than the bottom. It came to mind that they looked like they would fit perfectly with yours.

You quickly shake your head trying to get rid of the thoughts that were flowing through your imagination. You stick your hand back through the door wanting him to place the parcel in it. And he did, but then he also grabbed your wrist, holding you in your place, not allowing you to retreat into your quiet apartment.

“Hold on just one second, I have something that you might want to see.”

He tells you almost begging you to give him one more second of your time. You didn’t really want to, but you knew that he wouldn’t let go of your wrist until you agreed to what he was asking of you. So, you nod in his direction and he slowly lets go of your wrist, like he was unsure if you would actually stay and let him show you. But you open your door a little more, so that he can see that you were going to stay and wait on him. When you do this, he lets out a sigh of relief, and slowly sets down the bag of packages you didn’t even notice that he was holding.

He slowly reaches down to the edge of his uniform shirt, that was tucked into his khaki pants that were held up by a plan black belt, and slowly began to tug it up.

“Wait, wh-what are you doing! Why are y-you pulling up your shirt!”

You question him quickly, not wanting him to undress right in front of you. But he keeps pulling it up until the right side is pulled all the way until it showed off the whole side of his abdomen. And there is was, plan as day. A large dark birth mark, sitting at the top of his ribcage, exactly like the one that you saw every time you looked in the mirror. And your mind froze over for the second time in ten minutes. But he held out his hand, like you would do when first greeting someone and said,

“Hi, I’m Jung Jaehyun, and I’m pretty sure you, are my soulmate.”

And back inside your apartment, your timer from your microwave goes off.

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