Jack and Jack Imagines

He Refuses To Let You Break Up With Him - Gilinsky

"28 hours," I whisper softly to myself as I stare at the computer screen.

28 hours.

That's the travel distance between LA and Chicago, where my new job is located.

"I got transferred," I admit as I hear footsteps behind me.

"You did?" My boyfriend replies.

I refuse to turn around.

I don't want to see the look on his face- I know it'll be disappointment.

"Yeah." My response is barely audible.

"That's okay, we can do long distance until we figure something out," Jack tries to assure me.

"No," I rub my face.

"No?"

"Long distance relationships don't work, Jack, we talked about this a while ago, remember?" I turn around to look at him now.

He stares blankly back at me.

"And then we agreed that all relationships could work if you made them work."

"But Jack there's twenty eight hours between LA and Chicago," I stand up to rise to his height, "And 1, 518 miles-""Who cares?"

"What?" I raise my eyebrows in surprise.

"Who cares about the distance?" He steps forward, forehead resting against mine.

"I mean, I do," I breathe out shakily.

He connects his lips with mine, moving softly and passionately against each other.

His hands run through my hair and he pulls back softly.

"I know you don't have much trust in relationships since so many guys hurt you, but I'll stand right by your side, Y/N. We may be 28 hours and 1, 500 miles apart-""1, 518," I correct.

He rolls his eyes but smiles. "But I still love you no matter what. Love has no distance."

"Thank you, Jack."