#jinyoung scnenarios

[secndlife]

sun&moon | 4.

pairing: jackson x reader x jinyoung

genre: soulmate!au, college!au, fluff, angst, eventual smut? everything basically

summary: she has always trusted fate. she was destined to someone and she was determined to find it. she found herself wrapped in hands that feel warm like the sun, but that belonged to someone else. she keeps on looking, only to find out that her fate had been watching over her, just like the moon.

word count: 4.1k

warnings: none i guess? just some angst,,,,

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You found yourself once again waking up in the comfort of Jackson’s presence. His arm was wrapped loosely around your waist, keeping you close enough to make sure you were still there. You opened your eyes slowly, adjusting to the light, and sighed softly at the feeling of his chest against your back. You reached your arm to grab your phone on Jackson’s nightstand - 10:30am. You tried closing your eyes, but you knew you weren’t going to be able to sleep anymore so you just decided to get up. You slowly removed Jackson’s arm from you, being careful not to wake him up, resting his hand against the mattress softly and sat up on the edge of the bed, stretching your body. You were actually feeling pretty good for a morning after.

You looked back at Jackson’s peaceful features, hair slightly messy and chest rising and falling as if nothing could ever bother him. Your eyes then landed on his hand, sprawled across the bed, wrist facing down, a thin diamond chain resting against his tanned skin. Your heart suddenly started beating faster - he probably had the initial tattooed by now. Was it on that wrist or on the one that was trapped between his bed and pillow? Could he feel it, being etched against his skin? Or was it painless? Was it your initial? Was it someone else’s? That mere thought alone made you wanna throw up. What the fuck? You didn’t even have feelings for Jackson, did you? It shouldn’t matter who’s initial was on his wrist. Right? You wanted to look so bad, so so bad - it would affect you too, maybe in more than one way.

You touched his hand lightly, fingers soft along his skin. No, you wouldn’t do that, you wouldn’t invade Jackson’s privacy like that. You shook your head and got off the bed, Jackson’s still peacefully sleeping, painfully unaware of everything that was going on through your head right now. You grabbed one of his sweatpants and dressed, getting your hair in a ponytail before grabbing your phone and going downstairs for some coffee.

You closed the door behind yourself quietly and made your way to the kitchen. Once you were at the bottom of the stairs, you found Jaebum on his phone, flopped down the couch, the TV on as white noise. When he heard the footsteps, he looked at you with a calm smile.

“Morning,” you said, walking towards the couch and taking the seat beside him.

“Sleep well?” Jaebum had now a smirk on his face.

“Shut up,” you bumped his shoulder lightly, your cheeks getting warm. “Is anyone else up?”

“Hm,” he hummed. “Jinyoung’s in the kitchen making coffee to cure his hangover, Mark and Jisoo left early to go get breakfast at this new place and Youngjae went out for a run.”

“How the fuck is this house this clean after last night?” you said, looking around. When you were leaving for bed last night it seemed like a tornado had hit the place and now it looked as clean as ever.

“Jackson hired a cleaning staff - it was our condition for him to throw a party that big. They got here around 7 and I had to get up to let them in,” Jaebum said, making it seem as if that was the most normal thing in the world.

You raised an eyebrow, “And he just accepted it?”

Jaebum just stared at you like you’ve said an absurd, “C’mon Y/N, you know him.” He almost snorted, rolling his eyes at the memory of Jackson’s fit.

“Guess he made a big drama about it then.” You slightly laughed.

“Of course he did, he just didn’t have a choice. And he has the money so,” Jaebum said, shrugging, his eyes still on his phone.

You laughed softly, “Yeah, he does.” Jackson was one of those rich kids that wear their money on their teeth and you never really notice because of how humble they are.

“Is he up yet?” Jaebum asked, plopping his feet against the coffee table in front of him.

You shook your head, “Nope, peacefully sleeping.” Your voice couldn’t help but waver in a soft smile at the image etched into your brain of the peaceful boy against the white pillows.

Jaebum scratched the back of his head, “Did you… perhaps... see anything?”

You lowered your head, knowing what he was talking about. You could bet everybody was currently talking about Jackson’s soulmate tattoo. It was hard not to. This was a once in a lifetime moment and, like it or not, it could change a lot of people’s lives.  “No,” a heavy sigh escaped your lips. “I mean, I kinda wanted to, but… it’s not my tattoo to see.” You threw your hair out of your face, trying to convince yourself of that.

“Have you two talked about it?”

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean.” Jaebum was no Jinyoung, but he also knew you very well from being longtime friends even though you two weren’t the closest. He gave you a knowing look, raising his eyebrows, looking at his own wrist.

You sighed, shaking your head. “Not really, he just said he wouldn’t mind if my initial showed up on his wrist and I said the same…” You now wondered if you truly felt that, but the butterflies in your stomach were pretty convincing. “But now I don’t really know what’s gonna happen,” you said, voice filled with uncertainty and a bit of worry.

Jaebum looked at you, “Guess we’ll find out soon enough.”

“Yeah, I guess so,” you trailed off. “Anyway, I’ll go check up on Jinyoungie,” you said, getting up and smiling at Jaebum. “He’s been awfully quiet.” Jaebum had this weird and borderline concerned look on his face, watching you get up from the couch. “What?”

“Nothing. Go get your coffee.” Jaebum got up from the couch too, “I have to take care of some stuff, tell the boys I’ll be back later.”

You nodded at Jaebum. You didn’t believe him for a second, but you knew him - you knew he wasn’t going to say anything so you just went to the kitchen. He would open up to someone eventually, probably Jinyoung. When you got there, you saw Jinyoung sitting on a bench, elbows resting against the kitchen counter, hands holding his face and closed eyes. His skin was pale, his hair twisted as if he had been woken up by a robbery. Well, he looked like a mess.

“Hi, Jinyoungie,” you said softly, leaning against the counter next to him.

He opened his eyes immediately, looking startled, “Fuck. You scared me.”

You smiled softly at your friend, moving and taking the seat across him, not caring about laughing at his scared face. “Sorry. How you feeling?”

“Like shit,” he took a sip of his coffee, the twist of the corner of his mouth showing you it probably wasn’t helping much with his hangover. “You shouldn’t have let me drink that much.”

“I tried, even though you told me more than once not to stop you,” you said, pouring yourself some coffee. You then noticed a plate with a bunch of toasts, some bacon, and eggs, “Did you cook this? Can I eat some?”

Jinyoung side eyed you, “We both know you’re gonna eat it regardless of what I say.” He shrugged.

You scoffed. “Stop, I’m not like that”, you said while grabbing a toast and putting some butter on it. You licked your fingers with the remains of crumbs on it.

“Yeah, I can tell.” Even with a hangover, Jinyoung was as snarkiest as ever. He closed his eyes again and rested his head on the counter, “My head hurts so much.”

You finally took a bite of your toast, the salty taste making you hum in delight, “I guess it’s not a good time to talk about it then.”

“Talk about what?” His voice was muffled by his arms - they seemed to be keeping his head safe from whatever noise or light that could hurt him.

“About what made you drink that much last night,” you said, voice soft. You didn’t want to pressure him, but you knew he was going through something and the thought of him going through anything alone made you uncomfortable.

“I already told you, I was stressed over finals and graduation, that’s all.” His voice sounded almost rehearsed as if he had been telling that so much it sounded like a robot was talking back to you.

“Look at me, Jinyoungie,” you demanded. He wasn’t actually good at hiding things from you, especially when you were making eye contact.

Jinyoung raised his head with an unamused look, “Why can’t you just believe me?” You focused on his irises, blown up and his eyes red from sleep. He had dark circles around them but they still looked as bright as normal.

“Because I know you enough to know you’re lying,” you said, staring at him, lips shaped in a thin line. You were tired of feeling like he was pushing you away. He was your best friend, and you trusted him with your life and feeling as if he couldn’t do the same was breaking you.

His eyes were locked on yours now, a tiny sigh escaping his lips, “It’s nothing, Y/N, I mean it.” You could see the worry and the pain behind his eyes, you could see that he was struggling. Why couldn’t he let you help him?

You now had a pout on your face, “Why won’t you talk to me about it? I know something else has been bothering you.”

“I just -” Jinyoung’s words died down on his throat and now he looked like he had seen a ghost, eyes trapped behind you.

You turned around, confused as to what he was seeing, and then you saw Jackson standing in the kitchen doorway.

You took a deep breath. “H-hi Jacks,” voice barely a whisper. Your heart was racing now, you could feel it pulsing against your rib cage, pressing against your lungs.

Jackson’s eyes were locked in yours, a small smile on his face, “Hi Y/N. Morning Jinyoungie.” He didn’t even dare to look at the boy, his eyes too entangled in you.

Jinyoung didn’t say anything, he just nodded at his friend. His throat felt dry and the words wouldn’t climb through there even if he wanted them to.

“So…” Jackson said, still staring at you. A small smile on the corner of his lips as if you told him the cutest joke.

“So?” you said, scared to even breathe too deep.

“Why did you do it?”

You frowned, confused, “Do what?”

“Wrote your initial on my wrist,” Jackson said like it was the most obvious answer. “I know what I said, but this is a new type of humor to you.”

Your eyes went wide and the room was suddenly too small, too tight for you to be in there. Was this really happening? You heard Jinyoung choking behind you.

“And you even used a permanent marker because I tried so hard to wash it out and I couldn’t,” he continued. “Now it’s all red and irritated.”

“Holy shit,” Jinyoung whispered behind you. His head suddenly felt even heavier and his heart was clenching. He could feel the breath being sucked out of his lungs and he couldn’t swallow any, his chest feeling tighter.

Jackson’s gaze was firm and intense. You couldn’t breathe, you felt your face getting warmer and warmer - your cheeks were probably burning red.

You swallowed, “I didn’t do anything, Jackson.”

Jinyoung felt small, insignificant in the middle of all this. He just wanted to leave this fucking room. Why does he feel like he’s about to be sick? It has to be the hangover. His mind is running in circles and he can’t gather enough strength to leave,

“I felt something in my hand earlier, it was you writing it down wasn’t?” Jackson looked so certain that that’s what had happened and that made you even more confused.

“Why would I even do that?” You sounded like you had just run a marathon, chest heavily breathing.

Jackson then walked towards you, stopping mere inches away, wrist held up and that’s when you saw it for the first time. It was your initial - it was small, but you could clearly see it, ink strong and imprinted on his skin. Out of instinct, you raised your hand to touch it, but something stopped you. You couldn’t move your arm and your hand started shaking.

Jinyoung saw it too and he felt like he just had to leave. The scene in front of him looked to intimate, he felt like an intruder, like he belongs anywhere but there at that moment. His stomach suddenly made a noise.

“I’m gonna throw up,” he said, quickly getting up from the chair and running to the kitchen sink. That caused you and Jackson to finally break the eye contact and look at the boy leaning against the sink, throwing up with an ugly gross sound.  

You quickly looked back at Jackson before going to Jinyoung on the sink. You patted your friend’s back while he coughed, “I’m seriously never letting you drink this much again.”

All that came out from Jinyoung’s lips was a painful hum, his hands on the sides of the sink, mouth bitter and stomach growling. His head was fully spinning, he’d never had a hangover this bad. I mean, that’s what that was, right? A terrible massive hangover. He was never going to drown his feelings in alcohol again. But what was he even feeling, though? It was stress, right? It had to be.

“Are you done?” you asked softly, hands still on his back for support, rubbing softly. Jackson was suddenly next to the two of you, a glass of water and paper towels in hand.

Jinyoung slowly raised his body and Jackson offered him the paper towels. He gave his friend a tiny smile and took the material, cleaning the sides of his mouth. His fingertips were blue and he felt as if he could faint.

“Water?” Jackson asked, raising his right hand, tattoo exposed for everyone to see. You stared at it, heart clenched and not quite sure where your feelings were at the moment. It was so weird to see your initial etched on his golden like skin. Sure, you told Jackson you wouldn’t mind and you truly didn’t - he was nice, very good looking and you two had great chemistry, but you just couldn’t risk everything by being with someone and it not being you in the end. You felt like you were moving towards the sun and you couldn’t bring yourself to stop getting closer, but eventually, it’d burn, right? It would, so you’d have to distance yourself for safety reasons. But what if it didn’t burn? What if you were just as hot? What if, a few months from now, his initial showed up at your wrist? But there was no certainty, at least not now. This was so confusing, you felt lost.

“Yeah, thanks,” Jinyoung said, bringing you back to what was happening. He took the glass from Jackson’s hand and slowly drank the liquid. You finally looked away from Jackson’s wrist to look at your best friend with a soft expression.

“Feeling any better?” you asked him.

No. Jinyoung was for sure not feeling any better. In fact, after seeing Jackson’s wrist up close, he felt even worse. God, what was happening? He breathed in slowly, “Yeah, I just need to sit down for a while,” and then moved to sit back down on the bench he was sitting before.

You and Jackson were still close to the sink, the tension so palpable in the room you could probably cut it with a knife.

“So…” Jackson trailed off once again.

“I didn’t do it, I mean it,” you said, biting the insides of your cheek and head facing the floor, that suddenly seemed really interesting.

Jinyoung convinced himself he was feeling good enough to get up so he could finally fucking leave. He started to get up and spoke up, “I’ll leave you two alone, you seem to have a lot to talk about.”

“No,” you said, a bit too loud. Both boys stared at you, who was still looking down. You couldn’t see their faces, but you were pretty sure they were confused. You were too - you didn’t know what made you want to stop Jinyoung from leaving. “I-I mean… you just threw up, just stay there for a while, you’re weak.”

Jinyoung was confused - yeah, he had just thrown up, but he wasn’t weak. At least the thought so. He really didn’t want to be there for the conversation that was about to happen, but how could he go after you asked him to stay? The answer’s simple: he can’t, he won’t. He sat back down, defeated, and rested his head on his arms as if he could somehow cover himself up.

Jackson swallowed hard. Why couldn’t you have this conversation with just him? It didn’t make any sense. To be honest, in his head nothing made sense. He swore you wrote your initial on his skin as a joke, but now that he touched it again, with soft fingers, it felt very much real. His heart was all over the place, but somehow the thought of you being his soulmate calmed him down.

Silence suddenly took over the room - no one really knew what to say. You then felt a warm hand over yours, squeezing your fingers tightly. You didn’t need to look who it was - it was Jackson, the feeling of his touch being way too familiar at this point. And you knew it was his tattoo hand, making everything warmer.

“Go on a date with me,” he said, voice soft.

You finally looked at him again. When you stared at his eyes looked like happiness with a tint of hope, “W-what?”

“Yeah. I mean, we’ve been hooking up for months and we’ve never been on a real date. Let’s give this a shot, Y/N.”

You took a deep breath, Jackson’s intense gaze locked on yours, making every single piece of your body feel warm. “I don’t know, Jacks… How do I know that this,” you raised your hands together, reached for his wrist with the other one and traced the letter with the tip of your index finger - Jackson felt a shiver run through him, “is me?”

After thinking for a few seconds, he said, “You don’t, at least not for a while.” Jackson shrugged and gave you a beautiful smile, “You have to trust.”

You couldn’t help but smile softly at his words. Jinyoung then, head still low, let out a scoff.

“Help me out here, Jinyoungie,” Jackson said, pleading for his friend’s help. You raised your eyebrow and looked at your friend, that was still in the same position, head hidden between his arms.

Jinyoung wanted to kill you for asking him to stay for that conversation that felt way too much for his head - and maybe for his heart - when he was experiencing the worst hangover of his 22 years of living. He just wanted to leave. Maybe if he pretended he didn’t hear Jackson he wouldn’t have to say anything.

Jackson held your hand even tighter, an electric feeling running through your body, “Look, I’m not asking you to marry me or anything, I’m asking you on one date. Let me show you that I wanna make this work.”

You sighed heavily, “I don’t know, Jacks. I’m really…”

“You’re scared, I know. You might think I don’t, but I know you. And I know what happened before with your ex, but I’d never hurt you like that.”

Yeah, right, Jinyoung thought. He wished his ears had a button to turn them off so he wouldn’t have to listen to this conversation. Somehow listening to one of his closest friends trying to convince his best friend that the initial on his wrist really belonged to her made him want to dig a hole on the ground and stay there for the rest of his life. His head was messy, confused, and he couldn’t really figure out what was happening up there - none of this shitty morning made sense. Jinyoung wished, more than any other day, that he didn’t have any feelings. He was rational, he liked simple and direct things. Feelings? They were way too abstract, way too hard to figure out. Why did they even exist anyway? You’d say they did so we wouldn’t be like robots. But why couldn’t we? It’d be easier. Jinyoung irrationally let out a growl.

“It wouldn’t be up to you hurting me if we’re not soulmates,” you said with a small smile.

Jackson took a step closer, “Live up for once, Y/N. Let go. Let go with me.”

You stared at his eyes, they were dark, deep, inviting like a clear night sky - and something inside you made you wanna drown in whatever he had to offer. With your free hand, you caressed his cheek, “One date.”

Jackson opened the prettiest smile you’ve ever seen. Jinyoung felt like throwing up again.

“That’s all I’m asking,” Jackson said, smile still lingering in his lips. “I won’t lie though, I can’t promise you that this,” he pointed at your intertwined hands with his head, “is you for sure.”

“I know.”

He gave you a kiss on the cheek. “But I can promise I’ll take care of you,” he then let go of your hand and started to distance himself. “I’ll pick you up tonight at 8, dress fancy,” Jackson said, winking at you. “I have some things to do so I’m gonna take a shower.”

You nodded at him, “Ok, see you later.”

Jinyoung raised his head, being thankful that that fucking moment was finally over - but he was wrong, oh so wrong. Fuck.

Jackson came close to you once again, hands on each side of your face, “Thank you.” His lips were closer now, barely brushing against yours.

You closed your eyes, voice barely a whisper. “Yeah,” you leaned in, pressing your lips against his softly.

After a few seconds, he pulled away, smiling. “I’ll see you later, beautiful. And take care, Jinyoungie. I’ve never seen you this hangover,” he laughed.

Jinyoung raised his eyebrow at Jackson and lowered his head once again. Can’t this day just be over already? Can’t he just sleep ‘til he’s old? He was tired, exhausted even, in too many ways to count.

You nodded at Jackson, who walked away, leaving you and Jinyoung alone. You sat across him again, getting the toast you’ve once left behind, the other hand reaching for the top of your best friend’s hair.

“Jinyoungie…” you trailed off.

“What?” he murmured.

“Should I really do this?”

Jinyoung sighed, “Why shouldn’t you?”

“What if we’re not soulmates? I-I don’t want to put you through something like that again…” You sounded vulnerable, scared.

Jinyoung felt his heart drop. Among everything that could go wrong, your concern was giving him the trouble of helping you with another heartbreak. He raised his head and gave you a small smile, “You shouldn’t worry about me. I can handle you crying on my shoulder once again.” He could, or at least he thought he could. “Besides, you should try it… I mean, he really has your initial.” The moment those words left his lips, he felt his heart clench. What the fuck? What was even happening?

“I know. I’m just… afraid.”

“You can let go, Y/N. I’ll catch you if it ends badly,” he said, hand on top of yours and the most sincere smile in his face. He really would - he’d catch you in a heartbeat, how many times you needed him too. He’d pick up the pieces and put them back together, no matter what.

You squeezed his hand. “You better,” you said, smiling at him. “What’s the worst that can happen, right?”

“Right,” Jinyoung said. What was it? Jackson being your soulmate? Jackson not being your soulmate and you going through another Yoongi situation? Fuck. Jinyoung was confused. He shook his head as if the action would instantly remove those thoughts from his brain. “Ok, I’m gonna go take a nap. I really need it,” Jinyoung said, getting up.

“Yeah, I gotta go too. Did you see my bag?”

“At the living room.”

You gave Jinyoung a loud kiss on the cheek, “I love you, ok? Please, get some rest.”

He smiled at you, “I will”.

“Ok, talk to you later, Jinyoungie.” You grabbed your bag at the living room and left, taking one heart away with you.

a/n: first of all, i’m truly sorry about how long it took me to update. my life’s been crazy with graduating and working full time and i was just so tired that i didn’t feel insipired to write. somehow, for these past few days, i got this boom and finished this chapter off. thank you so much for being patient and for reading, this truly means a lot. a special thanks to all of my friends who helped me with this, but especially to @yoongitalks - thank you so much for improving my writing and for inspiring me, i love you a lot. i feel like the story’s shaping up now, so buckle up, we still have a long way to go! feedback’s always appreciated so my askbox is always open! again, thank you, from the bottom of my heart! and i hope it was worth the wait!