The Opposites (Got7 Jackson, Jaebum Fanfic)

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"So..." Jackson's clear voice broke the awkward silence that separated your face from his.

You found yourself staring into his sparkly brown eyes, nearly lost in a galaxy, intoxicated by the smell of his warm breath just inches from your face.

Blinking back to realisation that he was too close for comfort, you tilted your body away from his slightly, and continued packing your stuff.
So what if he lived on the same street, it wasn't like he was going to walk home with you. Wait, or was he?

"Oh, really... that's, such a coincidence!" You let out a fake chuckle hoping your face didn't show a blush beneath your makeup.

You could feel that he was still staring at you, making your sense of uneasiness hit the roof.

What's with this dude!

You zipped up your bag, stood up, pushing the chair against the table at the back, clearly annoyed.

Just as you were about to give him the bitch glare, he smiled, that smile again.

He's definitely one of those jerks up to no good.

"Okay, bye." As abruptly as you could, you grabbed your bag and headed out of the door, not bothering to look back.

"Hey! Wait up!" Jackson was taken aback at your sudden change.

"Gee... that was fast..." he mumbled to himself. As he got up he heard a dull vibration of your phone against the chair.

It displayed a smiling face of you and another man. 'JB'

The vibrations stopped after awhile but Jackson had no idea how to find you. Moving along the passageways and weaving in and out the crowds, he finally spotted you at the school entrance, waiting.

Innocent as a puppy he went running up to you, just plain glad to find you haven't left. He called out your name, "Gabri--"

At that same time a group of guys started surrounding you, and they were all tall and lanky.

In a distance, Jackson's face grew dark. He recognised those guys as the same ones that made his first year a nightmare he never wished to recall.

"Oh hey, look who's new here?" The tall floppy haired guy picked at your nametag, coming uncomfortable close to your chest as he squinted at the name. "Gabrielle? How sweet..." he snickered.

You felt helpless against a group of 4 other guys and began retreating backwards in small steps until you bumped into someone.

"Uh! Sorry!" You turned and it was another guy, with a wry smile plastered on his face. Your eye level was right at his chest and saw his name sewn to his jacket.

"Park Jinyoung"

He had the exact same name as your first boyfriend. Looking up, you noticed he had similar Asian features but much gentler and defined, almost like they were carved. You couldn't help but realise the charismatic look in his eyes.

"C'mon boys," he said "don't you think you should pick on someone your own size?"

Suddenly, you felt an arm grab yours, with a tight pull, you were whisked out of the circle and into an embrace.

"Shush. Don't move." The low voice whispered. You heard the heartbeat and felt your cheek pressed against a rise and fall of a muscular chest.

Wait. This scent. I know this scent.
Jackson?

You opened your eyes and saw just over the height of his shoulders, and recognised the blond stray hairs that peeked out.

You heard the voices of the boys go further and the grip on you loosened.

Indeed, it was him.

"Thanks" you mumbled, distancing yourself a feet from him.

He reached out his hand and smoothened the back of your head, "look at you, so careless."

You looked at him, puzzled at what he meant. Then he opened his palm and pushed your phone to you.

You gasp in realisation. "My phone!" You took it from him quickly only to see a text from JB.

"Pick up the phone."

Startled at this missed call, you call him back only to hear that he wasn't able to pick you.

"What! How am I supposed to know the way?" You whined in half annoyance that work always got the better of him.

"I know, I know, but I've got a situation here and it might be hours before I leave." From his tone, you could tell he was stuck at work even though he had meant not to be.

"Alrighhht, see you at home then." You hung up and sighed.

Jackson, with concern written all over his face, shifted his feet.
"If we are going the same way, I could walk you? If you want."