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You're sick

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What the actual fuck? Jackson took another puff of his cigarette before reaching for his drink again. She blocked me? She fucking blocked me?! He took another sip of the brown liquor, not even feeling the burn in this throat anymore. The only thing he felt was anger. His eyes were glued to the screen, still unable to process what has happened. How could you block me? I’m Jackson Wang from China for fuck’s sake. He took another long sip sadly accepting the fact that even his fame couldn’t guarantee him a shot at love.

You’re sick. Those were your final words to him. He replayed you saying that hundreds of times. You had that painful look in your reddened eyes, tears straining your flushed cheeks, breath stuck in your throat as you let go of him. Jackson spit out the nastiest things as his ego was taking a blow right there. He watched you pack your stuff and leave his apartment, leaving him for good.

At least you didn’t cheat on him. He smirked devilishly thinking that this was some kind of progress since the girl before you fooled him for weeks on end. But if he was honest with himself it didn’t feel like progress at all. It felt like heartbreak, like suffering, like a never-ending loneliness that has crept into his bones. At this point in his life those feelings felt like a part of him. You were right, he thought to himself, I am sick.

Jackson poured himself another glass as he was remembering the first few weeks he shared with you. He liked the excitement of becoming yours - being glued to his phone eagerly anticipating your texts became normal, having someone to share the highs and lows of his days with felt so natural and you giving him all of your attention made him feel so important.

He adored the passion you elicited in him – staying up most nights to explore your body thrilled him, being the one fucking you brainless turned him on endlessly and cuddling you to sleep while stealing sweet kisses made him domestic.

He loved forming a true connection with you - opening up about his struggles was easy since you’ve always been so empathetic, holding you in his arms under the stars while planning the future seemed logical and falling in love was inevitable, especially for someone as love-addicted as Jackson.

This sweet feeling of love took over his whole being which made him noticeably happier. Jackson finally felt like he was appreciated for who he was as a man and not for being an artist. He didn’t even care that he had to slow down his career, so that he could spend more time with you. He didn’t care about music sales, brand deals or future career options – all he cared about was you.

Until he didn’t.

His mind got pestered with doubts, anxiety clouding his every thought. What if this was too good to be true? What if you left him in the end? What if relationships weren’t just his thing? Could he really neglect his career for you? After all, his career would never wake up and abandon him one day…

Jackson felt himself slipping into old patterns. This was no longer the confident man that you fell for but a coward that shied away from love and gave into fear. Unable to stop his inner demons, he gave into them, turning into a self-sabotaging monster once again. Better hurting you than getting hurt himself, right?

He gulped down the remains of the liquor and let out a desperate sigh. Why did I do this? Why am I so stupid? He ran his hand through his blonde hair, tugging on it as if self-harm would ease his self-inflected pain. He thought about the downfall of your relationship: Joyful calls turned into silence, sweet acts of love turned into egocentric ignorance and soulful connection turned into manipulation. This was no longer a blooming relationship; this was him having his way with you. He controlled you by giving you love if he needed it and tossed you aside if you came too close to him. Jackson often wondered how long you’d play this game with him, how much it took to break you. Turns out that fucking his dancer in front of you did the trick. Crying and arguing got replaced with your silence – this was you being done with him. This was him being left with his sickness – once again.

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She's a cheetah, grown man-eater . . .

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Cheetah 🐆

The villa thrummed with energy, a living, breathing celebration of Jackson’s opus magnum. Guests drifted between lavishly decorated rooms and the expansive poolside, where golden fairy lights reflected in the shimmering water. Music poured from hidden speakers, a mix of Jackson’s new tracks and carefully curated hits. It was his night. Magic Man was out, and the world—this roomful of entertainment elites—was here to celebrate him.

But not everyone was at ease.

“Where’s Y/N?” Jackson’s childhood friend and business partner muttered under his breath. He’d been scanning the crowd for nearly half an hour, his nerves fraying. It wasn’t like you to disappear, especially not at a party where Jackson was the star. He pushed through clusters of guests, brushing off casual greetings with a distracted nod.

Finally, near the hallway leading to the restrooms, you appeared. Your steps were a little unsteady, your cheeks flushed from the champagne you’d sipped earlier. “What’s wrong?” you asked, noting the tension in his face.

He grabbed your hand, his urgency snapping you to attention. “You need to come with me. Now.”

Confused but compliant, you let him lead you back to the bar area. The pool came into view, glowing an iridescent blue in the night. Jackson was seated at the edge, his legs dangling over the water. A circle of admirers surrounded him, their laughter and chatter ringing out against the soft hum of the music.

“There,” Jackson’s friend said, pointing. “Listen.”

You stopped, your heart thudding as Jackson’s voice carried over the noise.

“…pain,” he said, his tone startlingly raw.

A blonde girl perched on the edge of her seat leaned forward, holding a glass of wine. “Pain? Jackson, come on. Cheetah is such a bop! It’s funky, sexy. That doesn’t sound like pain to me.”

Jackson’s lips curled into a smirk, the kind that held more bitterness than amusement. “You think I was singing about a wild animal?”

Laughter rippled through the group, but Jackson didn’t join in.

“No,” he said, his voice dropping. “I was in love with a woman. Beautiful, dangerous. She made me feel alive—until she didn’t.”

You froze, your pulse quickening. This was a side of Jackson you hadn’t seen before, a story you’d never heard.

Jackson’s friend beside you muttered under his breath, “Oh no, he’s really going there.”

The guests quieted, their curiosity piqued.

“She was like a cheetah,” Jackson continued, his eyes fixed on the water. “Sleek, mesmerizing. But predators have sharp claws, and I was just prey.”

“How’d you find out?” a man near the back asked.

Jackson paused, swirling the drink in his hand. “Signs,” he said. “White lies. A shirt in her apartment that wasn’t mine. Stuff like that.” He took a long sip before adding, “But the bite marks—that sealed it. That’s when I knew. Wild animals don’t belong in cages.”

A murmur ran through the group, a mix of sympathy and disbelief. You gripped the edge of the bar, your nails digging into the polished wood.

“The cheating didn’t hurt me,” Jackson said after a beat. His voice was steadier now, colder. “Not the sex, not the affair itself. What hurt was the betrayal. Every kiss, every smile, every touch of affection —fake. All of it. I wasn’t being loved. I was being used.”

The air grew heavy, the vibrant energy of the party fading into something quieter, more somber.

“I tried to fix it,” Jackson went on. “Therapy, boundaries, compromises. I gave her a list—things we’d need to do to even start rebuilding trust. She tried for half a day.” He laughed, a sharp, bitter sound. “Then she called me selfish and blamed me and my shortcomings for the affair.”

“Shit,” someone muttered.

“Yeah,” Jackson said, his smile grim. “She ran back to her affair partner the moment we broke up. He ditched her immediately. As for me? I moved to LA, did a shit ton of therapy, got meds for depression…“

Your heart ached for him, for the man who had poured his heart out and been shattered in return. Jackson looked up then, scanning the crowd as if searching for someone. When his eyes met yours, he froze. His expression softened, the bitterness melting into something gentler.

“But it’s okay,” he said, his voice quieter now. The group leaned in, hanging on his every word. “Because now, I’m loved by someone who shows me what kindness looks like. Every day. Every little thing she does reminds me how good people can be.”

The crowd turned, following his gaze. Heat rushed to your cheeks, but you didn’t look away. Jackson’s eyes didn’t waver, locked on yours as if you were the only person in the room.

He raised his glass, a small, private smile curving his lips. “To her. To the one who makes all the pain worth it.”

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