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vminjackbaddie · 9 days ago

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Stop this was so cute

Title: Countdown

Pairing: Jackson Wang x female reader

Summary: Your holiday work party gives you enough Dutch courage to confess to your colleague…things might not go as smoothly as you hope.

Genre: colleagues to lovers / idiots to lovers / fluff / holiday season / first kiss / new year's kiss

Warnings: accidental assault (female on male), mentions of bleeding from the nose and cleaning up minor blood.

Rating: 15+ (sfw)

Word count: 1.6k

Banner: thank you @wongyuseokie for creating this gorgeous vision!

Beta: thank you so much @lovetaroandtaemin

Authors notes: This is for the @lapydiaries annual winter event, I used the prompt: "New year's kiss...with a fist"

“Please, for the love of all things good and festive,” your colleague and best friend Lisa starts, spinning unsteadily around on her bar stool to face you, “I cannot deal with another year of listening to you pine over Jackson Wang.”

You almost choke on your drink with the volume of her words, looking around in a panic. Luckily everyone was far too busy preparing for the new year's countdown to take notice of your conversation.

“Jesus, keep your voice down.” you say, attempting to put your hand over her mouth before she swats you away.

“No,” her words slur slightly from the drinks that have been flowing fast most of the night, “I’m sick of it.”

She grabs both your shoulders and turns you to face her. “If you don't go and tell him tonight, so help me, I will.”

Your breath catches at her words. The thrum of your heart hammering into overdrive, vibrates through you. You know she means it by the fierce determination in her eyes.

“Put on your big girl boots and speak your truth, woo!” She yells out, arms in the air and spinning around on her stool. She focuses her attention back on you, “Grab this year by the balls and make it yours. Use the countdown!”

Trying to make sense of her words, a frown furrows your brow, “what do you mean?”

“When the clock strikes midnight, what happens?”

You look around at the drinks flowing, your colleagues chatting excitedly and people on the dance floor swaying close together. “People cheer?”

She rolls her eyes so hard she almost slips off her seat. “People kiss! They kiss!”

Realisation hits you like a truck as you finally understand what she's implying.

Ten!

The countdown begins, snapping you out of the conversation.

Nine!

The chants ring out around you, almost deafening you as you survey your colleagues, wrapped up in their excitement.

Eight!

When you turn back to Lisa, she's sliding herself off of the stool.

Seven!

“Where are you going?” you ask.

Six!

“To find someone to kiss!” She calls out, walking off with a drink in hand.

Five!

You watch her sashay away across the dancefloor before she disappears into the crowd.

Four!

Your eyes fall back to your half empty drink as you mull over her words.

Three!

The sounds around you fade into the distance, as you down it with one swig.

Two!

Slamming your glass on the bar and with determination deep in your gut, you turn, flicking your hair off your shoulder as you do so.

One!

Your hand connects hard against something. Snatching it back and spinning on your heels, searching your surroundings, your heart plummets when you find yourself staring into the eyes of none other than Jackson Wang.

He clutches his nose as blood drips onto his blazer.

“Oh my god,” you start, completely horrified. “I'm so, so sorry.” You yell over the excited cheering erupting around you, no one else even noticing the scene you've caused.

Looking back at the bar, you lean across the wooden counter rather ungracefully and grab a fistful of serviettes.

“Here.” You practically shove the tissues at him out of sheer embarrassment and watch as he tries to clean up.

Wiping at his nose and hands he looks back at you, smiling, “How does it look?” He asks.

There’s blood stains under his nose, chin and chest, and all you can do is blink, until his brow furrows, his expression pained as he reads your face.

“Let me help you,” you say, almost pleading with him as you point to the restrooms. He nods, covering his nose with tissues once more and follows you out.

Checking the bathroom locks as you go, you find one that's free and hold the door open for him. You take a deep breath as you follow behind, an attempt to calm your erratically pounding heart, and lock the door.

Your ears ring as soon as you enter, shutting out all the noise of your colleagues singing “Auld Lang Syne” at the top of their lungs.

Your gaze meets his briefly and you awkwardly busy yourself, grabbing some tissues and turning on the hot water tap. He slides himself up onto the counter adjacent to the sink.

Painfully aware of his stare on you, you find yourself apologising again, “Jackson, I'm so so sorry. I-”

“I know, it was an accident, don't worry about it y/n.” He chuckles unexpectedly, making you smile in return. “I've had worse.”

You glance at him nervously, any courage you had to confess to him well and truly died when your hand connected to his face.

Dabbing the tissue under the warm water, you close the distance between you.

“May I?”

He nods, moving the bloodied tissues away and opening his legs slightly to give you easier access.

Gulping, you step in-between his limbs, trying not to let your eyes hover at the impressive muscles you can see outlined in his trousers and focus on the task at hand. Not that it was any easier. You've never been this close to his face before. The man is the definition of beauty, of which you begin to get lost in at this close proximity, until he stuns you with a breathtaking smile, even covered with blood. Shaking your head to snap yourself out of your trance, you begin gently wiping at the red smudges staining his face. The metallic smell hits you, but you ignore the way your stomach lurches.

“Well, this isn't exactly how I pictured my New Year's Eve going.” he jokes, making you grimace.

“I'm so sorry about that, I really am.”

He puts his hands up, “I know, don't worry, you don't have to apologise anymore.”

You sigh, “if it helps, this was not the way I pictured my night ending either.”

He raises an eyebrow at that, “oh?”

The idea of thinking about him for another year, torturing yourself into believing he might want you too, exhausts you. And suddenly you need to change that.

“My plan was to kiss someone at midnight. Someone I've liked for a while.”

Sitting up a little straighter, he watches your face intently, “and my face got in the way of that, now it's my turn to be sorry.”

You can't help but laugh at his silliness.

“Funnily enough, that was my plan also.” He adds.

Instantly, you stiffen. Oh god, you couldn't tell him now, knowing he has a crush on someone from the office. “Anyone I know?”

The words come out of your mouth before you can stop them, but you're desperate to be put out of your misery. You'd bet it's Rose, everyone has a crush on her, with her confidence and natural charisma. Or maybe it's Mina, they both seem to really get along, then again, he gets along with everyone, the perfect social butterfly.

“Yes, actually, you're quite close with her.”

Your mouth pops open, that could only mean one person and this you did not see coming. “Lisa!? I did not think she would be your type. I don't think she's seeing anyone, if you wanted me to I could-”

“No,” he cuts you off and you're thankful. The words coming out of your mouth did not seem like your own.

“It’s not Lisa.”

A frown creases your brow as you chuck the bloody tissues in the bin, you're not close to anyone else here. Your mind races with names and faces as if flipping through a mental filofax.

He reaches up to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear and your heart feels like it stops, frozen in this moment. Every little noise is magnified as you watch the way his eyes soften before falling to your mouth.

Is this happening? All along he wanted you too!?

As he leans in to close the distance of your lips, an unyielding need rises inside you. Your heart; impatient and no longer able to hide the feelings you've caged inside. Reaching up, you grab the lapels of his blazer and pull him towards you.

In a blur of chaotic actions and emotions, his lips crash into yours, matching your hunger. He tastes divine, better than you've ever imagined and it makes you want more.

He slides himself off the counter, bodies now flush against each other, as your hands eagerly grapple in his hair, keeping him as close as possible. Until an alarmingly loud knock on the bathroom door snaps you back into reality, making you both jump. Lips parted and panting heavily, neither of you can help the giggle that escapes.

“Just to clarify,” he starts, “I was your midnight kiss?”

Your cheeks heat as you nod, looking at his chest. But his finger hooked under your chin, pulls your gaze back to him.

“I've liked you for an embarrassingly long time.” He admits, intense eyes fixated on your face.

You want to laugh, this all seems like some dream you've created in your head but your hands pressed against his chest show you he's very real.

“Same.” You grin back and watch his eyes widen before he beams at you, closing his lips to yours once more. Only briefly before another loud knock cuts into the moment yet again.

“Did you want to come back to my place?” you ask quickly.

He strokes the length of your cheek, “let's go.”

Smiling he grabs your hand and leads you out of the bathroom, past the queue of people that are gathered outside. You ignore their questioning gaze and head to the exit, hand in hand, feeling giddy and excited by what the rest of your night had in store.

Catching sight of Lisa still partying, she meets your eyes and you can't help but wink. The resounding cheer that she releases, echoing through the room has you and Jackson laughing, as you grab your coats and walk out of the building, into the cold night air.

It’s a new year and you are going to grab it and make it yours, taking every wanted opportunity that comes your way…starting with Jackson Wang.

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vminjackbaddie · 4 months ago

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A must read

Title: Come Alive (part two) Pairing: Jackson Wang x f reader Summary: Having not heard from Jackson since he pretended to be your boyfriend to ward off unwanted attention, you try to push him out of your mind, that is until you run into him when you least expect it. Genre: Fake dating au / strangers to lovers au / heartbreak / angst / fluff / smut Rating: 15 (Nsfw-smut in future chapters) Warnings: some brief mild "friendly" threatening behaviour / foul language W/C: 2.2k Banner: @nixiecreates creating pure perfection. Beta: @seokgyuu thank you so much for you kind and encouraging words Tag list: @foofarny @kzokssb @galadrielthepsycho @sumzysworld @vminjackbaddie Notes: just a short chapter as I'm easing into the story that will unfold. I'm so excited. Please like, comment, reblog as it really helps!

"Can I get a medium latte and a slice of the lemon sponge, please?” You ask the barista, at the coffee shop around the corner from your apartment.

“Uh, sure, to have in or takeaway?” He responds with a bright smile, seeming slightly over the top.

“Have in, please.”

He nods enthusiastically, “coming right up, tap when you're ready.” He points to the contactless card machine and rushes off to make your drink. “Swap with me.” He whispers to the other worker at the coffee machine, practically shoving him out of the way. Frowning, bewildered by his behaviour you shrug it off and make your payment before heading to the other end of the counter to wait for your order.

Taking a quick glance at the seating, you are pleased to see there are a few tables you can choose from, much to your relief. You need to get some work done and with your upstairs neighbours having renovations in their apartment, the noise there is almost impossible. So you came to your sanctuary, your favourite coffee shop with not only the best coffee, but most importantly, the best cakes.

“Here you are.” The barista says with that same wide, slightly manic looking grin, as he hands you the tray. “Call me, anytime.” He whispers, but still loud enough for the people in the queue to hear, resulting in their quiet sniggers. You glance down at your order and see the scrawl of some numbers on your napkin and your face heats, only made worse by the fact you can feel so many eyes on you. Smiling awkwardly, you blurt out, “Sorry, I have a boyfriend,” before taking the tray and making a quick escape to your table by the window.

Once seated you spin the cup to take a proper look at it.

The name ‘Lyle’ stares at you in bold, messy italics. Groaning to yourself, you turn the cup back back around and set your bag on the seat next to you, pulling out your laptop and hoping that the eyes you could still feel on you were only your imagination.

You most definitely did not want to call him. Especially since you still haven't forgotten about Jackson. It has been a month since you met him at the club and you've had no text or call from him whatsoever and yet, he has crossed your mind more regularly than you would care to admit.

You shrug the thought away as you load up your work and dig into your cake, relishing the sharp lemon flavour of the sponge combined perfectly with the sweetness of the drizzled icing on top.

“Does this boyfriend have a name?” a voice beside your table startles you, your fork freezing in mid air while your mind races to come up with an answer for the persistent barista.

Glancing up at him, determined to continue your lie, you start, “l-” but stop when you see a familiar face smiling down at you. “Jackson?” you drop your fork and stand up to greet him. He wraps an arm around your shoulders and kisses you lightly on the cheek, lingering a little too long for just a casual greeting. “It’s great to see you, y/n.”

You can’t help smiling up at him, your bodies almost pressed against each other and radiating intense heat between the tiny gap.

“y/n?” Another voice sounds and a smiling face appears from behind him.

“Do I know you?” you wonder.

“No, no, sorry, I’m Mark, Jackson’s friend, but boy, have I heard a lot about you.” he grins.

Arching a brow you peer up at Jackson and note the faint flush of pink dusting across his cheeks and have to fight the amusement that tugs at your mouth. “Good things, I hope?”

“Oh, yes, very,” is all Mark responds, snapping his mouth shut when Jackson throws him a deathly glare. Biting your lip in an attempt to keep your excitement and amusement at bay and watch as Jackson turns your coffee cup towards him, looking at the numbers written there, “so, is this boyfriend real or did you need a fake one again?”

The smirk that plays on his lips has your heart pounding against your ribcage, creating a tune just to serenade him with.

“I guess I could have really used your assistance again.”

He laughs and then his eyes fall serious, seeming unsure of what he wanted to say.

“So still no boyfriend, huh?” Mark interrupts the silence, as he stares very obviously at Jackson.

You shrug, “nope, I seem to have this problem…” tapping your chin thoughtfully, “where guys don't call me.”

Jackson groans and dips his head into his hands, “I know, I know, I was going to call, but then…” he hesitates, searching for the right words.

“He was being a little bitch about his ex,” Mark interrupts, “but, he's over that now, aren't you?” he scolds and you have to fight the urge to laugh.

“Yes, definitely.” Jackson responds staring intently at you, eyes burning through you and starting a surprisingly intense heat inside you. “I'm sorry, I should have at least sent a text.”

“Hey, if you're not ready, you're not ready, can't help meeting at shitty timing.” you smile graciously, trying to hide your disappointment and hoping you're succeeding.

“I'm ready, now,” he insists, stepping closer to you. “If I haven't blown my chance?”

Your heart hammers so loud in your chest, you can barely hear his words, but the resounding scream inside your head tells you what you've decided. “Why don't you message me and find out?”

He beams at you and nods, “yes, for sure.”

Your cheeks warm slightly and you have to break eye contact, if you want your brain to ever work normally again. Getting lost in his eyes is dangerously easy.

“Miss, are these guys bothering you?” A voice sounds next to you and your eyes drift slowly over following the sound. Who should it be? None other than Lyle, the barista. Thinking he's being a knight in shining armour, when in reality he's disturbing a moment you have hoped for since the night you met Jackson.

You bite your lip, as the awkwardness only continues to grow as you watch Lyle sneer at the two of them, it would almost be laughable if you weren't so disappointed by the interruption.

Jackson glances slyly at you, a devilish smirk playing across his mouth and as if you can read his mind, you give him a sly wink.

Jackson steps towards him, glancing at the barista's badge, “Lyle, is it?”

He nods in response, suddenly seeming unsure of himself for butting in.

“I really appreciate the concern for my girlfriend, thank you for checking in on her and her well-being,” Jackson's hand lands on Lyle's shoulder, meant as a friendly gesture but you can tell it's also a warning by the firm grips he holds. He picks up your coffee cup and turns it towards Lyle, “and as you can gather, she won't be calling you. No hard feelings, right?”

Lyle shakes his head quickly, cheeks slightly pink and spins on his heels, making his way back behind the counter.

“Thank you.” You fight back a laugh. “you come to my rescue once again.”

“Always happy to be your fake boyfriend.” he beams at you.

“Or,” Mark chimes in again, “you could just date each other, then you could be her real boyfriend.” He mimes bashing your head's together which would have made you laugh ordinarily but you're hyper focused on Jackson's reaction to that.

He fixes Mark with a hard stare before turning back to you. “I'm sorry, I'm really out of practice with dating.” He rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. “I'll call you later today and we can arrange a date? I mean, if you'd like to, that is? I don't mean to assume.” His face flushes pink and you can't help but bite your lip from the sight.

“I would love to, but,” you pause just to torture him a little more, “why don't you give me your number this time, in case you chicken out again.”

He gives you a bashful grin before pulling out his phone, typing away and then returning it to his pocket. “Done.”

You feel your cell vibrate in the back pocket of your jeans. “Ok, then.”

Both smiling at eachother like idiots, you're interrupted by Mark once again, “ok, lovebirds, we better get going so we're not late for the game.”

“Game?” You wonder.

“Basketball, a group of us play every week.” Jackson glances down at his watch. “Shit, you're right.” He takes a step towards you, “sorry, I've got to go but I promise I'll call you tonight.”

You nod, excitement blooming like roses in your stomach but a small whisper in the back of your mind does not want to get your hopes up again.

His fingers gently clasp your hand, and pull it up to his mouth, he presses his lips to the back of your knuckles, an action that almost has you swooning but you manage to stay upright.

“Really great to meet you!” Mark calls, as he heads towards the exit, drawing people's eyes in your direction.

Jackson backs away without another word, glancing back at you until he's out the door and out of sight.

You sit down, feeling dazed, your hand feels cold where his lips touched your skin, burning them with the memory of the tender kiss. Opening up your laptop and attempting to focus on today's tasks proves difficult when all you can think about is the hopeful impending conversation you would have with him later.

Pulling out your phone, remembering that he'd messaged you, so you could save his number and you see the text. Your mouth stretches in Cheshire grin before you can stop it seeing his message:

Unknown: can't wait to speak later

Just that simple sentence had you giddy and feeling like a love sick idiot. You also couldn't wait till later.

Signing out at 5pm on the dot, you pack away your work things now you are back home. The renovations were still ongoing, the noise reverberating through your apartment like wildfire, making plans in your head to go out for dinner, until your phone rings, halting all other thoughts.

You see Jackson's name on your screen, scrambling to answer it and taking a deep breath to quell the excitement before you speak.

“Well, this is a nice surprise.” you start, sounding a lot cooler than you feel.

His deep laughter vibrates your ear, sending delicious shivers down your spine. “There's no chickens here today, ma’am.”

You can't help but laugh at his reference to your earlier comment. “I can see that. Nice to hear from you. How was the game?”

Settling on your sofa, pulling you legs up to get cosy, you listen in.

“Yea, good, my team won, of course.”

How can his voice sound even more devastating over the phone? Every word drips with velvet.

“There's nothing wrong with your ego, is there?” you tease.

“Not when it comes to things I know I'm good at.”

“And I bet you're good at many things.” the words leave your mouth before you can stop them, hanging in the air thick and heavy, until he speaks.

“I guess you'll just have to stick around and find out.”

You hold in the squeal that's bursting to escape, as more loud bangs and drilling sound around you.

“What on earth is that sound?” He asks.

Letting out a frustrated sigh you explain about your neighbours and your plans to stay out this evening, hoping when you return the noise would have dissipated somewhat.

“If you're free tonight, why don't we have dinner?” He asks, sounding nervous for the first time today.

Biting your lip and grinning you nod frantically, “oh sorry,” you laugh, realising he can't see you, “I was nodding. I would love that.”

“Ok, great, I'll pick you up in half an hour?”

“Perfect.” Holy fuck, you need to get ready fast.

You text him your address and raid your wardrobe, opting for a black dress with flat shoes, something simple but classic so you would fit whatever type of restaurant you go to. Your hair is beyond saving, so you pull it up in a rough bun, which for once turns out great. You neaten the very minimal makeup you have on when your doorbell goes. Your heart hammers wildly in your chest, galloping like a horse that carries you to your front door. Pulling it open, your mind goes blank seeing him standing there all in black. A fitted black t-shirt, with black trousers and shoes, he looked devastating in such a simple ensemble.

“You look…” swallowing and trying to appear calm, “amazing.”

His answering smile almost floors you. “I was thinking the same thing, you look beautiful. And we match.”

Looking down at your outfit you can't help but laugh at the coincidence.

“Are you ready to go?” He asks.

Nodding, you grab your bag and keys and lock up. His fingers entwine through yours and he searches your eyes for permission, smiling as you give his hand a reassuring squeeze. It feels nice, the simple action of your hands clasped together, natural and comfortable. Your usual first date nerves have evaporated, maybe it's because you've spent time with him already, maybe it's because you know what it's like to kiss him, or maybe he's just a good match for you. Only time will tell.

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