#okay nooow I’m done I swear. sorry. I’m tired.

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Break The Distance - Jackson Wang

// hello!!! this is extremely fluffy and soft and i’m not really sorry one bit. i loVE JACKSON SO MUCH SO WRITING THIS,,,,PAINED MY ENTIRE SOUL,,, this is fiction so i understand some stuff is kinda off but itS MY STORY I CAN DO WHAT I WANT OK but feedback is extremely appreciated, thank you !!!! :) (should i continue this pls let me know)

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Saturday mornings. You lived for Saturday mornings. Waking up at 7 am on a Saturday was your favorite thing to do.

Your alarm goes off at 6:40 so you have a little time to make yourself look not dead. You brush your teeth and run a brush through your hair a few times. Your mom knows your routine, so she has a pot of coffee already brewed. You make yourself a mug and grab a random breakfast bar from the cupboard. You rush back to your room and open your laptop, 6:57. You still had time, so you send a text.

“Wow I’m actually ready on time for once :)”

Your laptop starts ringing and you immediately press accept on the call. “Y/N!!! Gooooood moooorrrrnning!” Your favorite voice in the world fills your ears. “Hi Jackson.” You say with a laugh.

Jackson. Your best friend for the past almost four years, your boyfriend for the past eleven months. "How are you? Did you sleep well?” He asks, a smile on his face. You love his smile, it makes your heart skip a beat and butterflies arise in your stomach, even after four years. “I did! How was your day today?” He starts talking about all the things he did today, how the younger fencers are progressing very well, the goofy stuff he did with his friends, what his mom made for dinner. You love hearing him talk, you only get to skype once a week, because that’s when it fits both of your schedules.

Oh, yeah… Jackson lives halfway across the world.

You met six years ago on Myspace, both of you look back and laugh at how cringey you both were. You were 13 at the time, he was 14, he lived in Hong Kong, and you were stuck in (y/t). You both made it work, talking every single chance you had, waking up to millions of snapchats throughout the others’ day. People call you both crazy, why would you do all this for someone you’ve never actually met? That didn’t matter to either of you. You trusted Jackson more than any other person on the planet, and he felt the same about you. You both have multiple followers on both of your social media websites from the cute posts to each other, pictures of your skype calls, people love it, for reasons neither of you knew.

And yeah, it’s hard. It’s very hard, especially since you two started dating. Being long distance best friends was hard enough, but dating? It was frustrating, but you made it work. You and Jackson worked together like a well oiled machine, both of you never missing a chance to talk to the other. People were envious, always saying how you two were “goals” and saying they “wish they had a relationship like yours”, but they shouldn’t. It’s hard not being able to kiss away his insecurities when they eat him whole, it’s hard not being able to hold his hand and feel how warm they are, I’ve never felt his arms around me, the closest thing to knowing his scent is the sweaters he’s sent me, I don’t know how his lips taste… It’s hard. But he makes it worth it.

“Sooo… babe I have something to tell you..” He says, looking away with a small smile on his face. “Okay..? Jackson you’re fidgeting, so this must be good news!” You chuckle. He stands up for a second and grabs something in front of him. “Okay… so, you know how our four year friendaversary and one year anniversary are coming up?” He asks, looking into the camera this time, trying to hold back his smile. “Well, duh, idiot? How could I forget?!” You tease him, smiling when he pouts slightly. “Weeeeeellllll.. Uh… I may or may not have talked to my parents and your parents….” “Wait.. you talked to my parents?” “SHH! YOU’RE KILLING THE MOMENT!” You roll your eyes at him, chuckling at his childishness. “Anyway.. before I was ruDELY INTERRUPTED…. I’m, uh.. I’m coming to see you.” He says, a smile bursting through his face, holding up his plane ticket in his hand. You feel your throat dry, tears welling into your eyes, “Jackson.. you’re not being serious.” You manage to croak out. “A week. I’m coming in a week.” You’re sat there in disbelief, staring blankly at the screen and his words sink in, and the tears start. “JACKSON YOU’RE FUCKING LYING TO ME I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU’RE LYING I’M NEVER GOING TO SPEAK TO YOU AGAIN.” You yell, covering your face with your hands, which were clad in the sleeves of one of his sweaters. “Why would I lie? THIS IS NOT A LYING MATTER Y/N.” His laugh bounces through your room. “Hey.. Princess come on, don’t cry this is supposed to be good!” His  voice is quiet and scared, like he thinks I don’t want him here. “Jackson, this is almost four years of skype calls, texts and snapchats, and in a week you’re going to be sitting in my house? I’m veRY EMOTIONAL RIGHT NOW OKAY?” Every nerve in your body is buzzing. He’s coming. In a week, 7 days, 168 hours. You’ll have him in your arms, for the first time ever. “How long are you staying?” You ask, peeking over your hands. “If you’d actually look at me I’d tell you.” He remarks, making you drop your hands and huff at him, smiling. “Two weeks.” Your eyes literally almost burst from your head, “HOW ON EARTH DID YOU GET MY PARENTS TO AGREE ON TWO WEEKS?” “I’m magic, baby. That’s how.” He smirks, and you roll your eyes at him.

You two continue chatting, making plans for when he comes, talking for hours about everything that’s happening in your lives, before you realize it’s almost midnight there. “Shit! Jackson, go to bed, it’s late.” “But baaaabe.. I wanna keep talking to you.” He whines, pouting and giving you his signature puppy dog eyes. “No, Jackson don’t do this you need to sleep. You said you have important stuff to get done tomorrow.” You try getting him to listen just once. But, for some reason, he complies, “Fiiine.. But will you stay on until I fall asleep?” You realize the sleepiness in his voice and smile, “Of course, baby.” He curls up in his bed, pulling the blankets to his chin, and lays down, staring at his side of the screen, a wide grin on his face. “What?” You ask, smiling slightly. “This is our last Saturday chat before I come see you.. Next Saturday I’ll be there with you, to have our Saturday chat in person.” His voice giddy, but still tired. Your heart warms so much, it almost feels on fire. “Yeah.. It is.. After this, it’s going to be so much different.” “I know.. But I can’t wait.” His sleepy smile radiates off his face, and you smile back. “I’m going to go to sleep nooow.” You chuckle, “Okaaaay Jackson.” “But don’t hang up!” “I won’t until you fall asleep.” “Good..” His voice carries off, and you sit there with him, messing on your phone before he falls asleep. You take a quick picture of him sleeping with you up in the corner and post it on Instagram with the caption,

“Last Saturday Skype chat with my sleepy boy :) @jacksonwang852”