GOT7 Imagines!

Just Right

Jackson x Reader
Genre: Angst(ish)

I was searching Jacksons name up again like it was part of my daily routine. I just liked to know about the things going on in my boyfriends life, the things he didn't tell me at the dinner table when I asked how his day was.
There was nothing juicy, no scandals. Not that I was hoping for that. That would be horrible!
I did find one thing, though:
Jackson posing with a gorgeous model.

I honestly had no problem with it.
It's just the fact that I was already broken. I was emotionally unstable and had zero self-esteem. Those things had picked the seeds off of my beautiful sunflower. Not just things like "You're fat", but things like recommending me a gym or a diet.
Jackson always said that he wants a fit girl yet he calls me just right. I'm holding him from that but he won't let me let go.
I run daily and eat well. But nothing has changed. I'm not slim and sexy like the other girls. I have no figure. What was wrong with me?
An ugly and depressed girl like me didn't deserve an attractive and happy man like Jackson.

Why was I crying? Was I that broken?
I didn't even notice...

In the worst possible timing, I heard the next part of the daily routine. The familiar ring to my ear that had come just in time:
"I'm home!"

I quickly wiped my tears and scampered to my cold, weak feet "H-hi!" I stuttered. "Y/N, Baby..." He questioned, eyes focused on mine. "Were you crying?" I shook my head, "No." Jackson smiled in his joyful, puppy-like way, "I don't believe you!"

That was his first plan:
The cheer-up method.
To smile and joke around, using anything and everything that makes you happy to lose the situation.

I couldn't help but just toss myself into his arms. I wanted a warm teddy bear like him to hug me. And that's what I got. But he seriously wanted to know.
"What's wrong, Y/N?"

I told him. "I just haven't been feeling up to it lately... It's straws over straws over straws that have been taken away to hurt me. Seeing that pretty girl you posed with today I guess was the last one." I maintained a sweet smile. But I could already feel my hot tears dripping from my chin.

His expression went serious.

This was plan two:
When the conversation deepens he is no longer the funny-man that we all know him to be, he is almost like a therapist who doesn't sound so pitifully ridiculous when they speak.

"Is this because I posed with that girl? Because I swear, it meant nothing!"
He calmed.

I shook my head. "It's not you, enough pressure over pressure rolls the boulder" You tried to stay light-minded but Jackson could see right through your act and wasn't for that.
I'm not even sure about the sentence he began. All I know is that I interrupted him with "I'm bringing someone so impossibly happy's mood down!" You crumbled to your knees as he stared at you with shock. "But I love you..." He stated quietly. "Really? Because I'm a fat ass bitch with depression? What's there to love? Stop pretending!"my balled fists were Turing red with white at the knuckles.
He looked angered. "Everything! Every damn thing is to love! There's nothing about you that brings me down. There's nothing about you that doesn't make me smile when I think of it."

I clawed at my fore-arm with my broken nails, blood popping up in perfect lines from the tiny cat-like scratches.

Jackson's tears streamed down his cheeks and he jaw clenched as he held up both of my limp arms.
"I always tell those people to stop insulting my girl. Nobody, Nobody, insults my girl! That includes you, so stop talking down to yourself. Stop harming yourself. Just let me hold you."
And I laid limp in his arms with my hands around my neck.
He tried his best to pry them off, disturbingly screaming things that didn't sound like words but terrifying gibberish pleads for me to stop.
I really limp this time.
Breathing, but unconscious between Jackson's two embracing arms.

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A/N
Sorry to my few readers. I tried to make it on the right day but I hope after midnight is enough.