A/N: Quick Jackson (Got7) x Reader {.....Angst? Fluff?}
At Jackson's House
"Yo (Y/N)!" Jackson called out from his room in the dorm he shared with the mysterious girl.
"(Y/N)..? Where are you, you little puppy?" Jackson silently moved across the wooden floor of the narrow hallway and approached your door, slowly turning the knob, his body tensing ready to pounce.
"RAWR!" Jackson exclaimed loudly, flinging the door open.
You shrieked loudly, falling off your bed and hitting your head on the desk, falling down to the ground, curling into a ball crying. Jackson also shrieked like a little girl and ran to your side, lifting your body onto his lap and he held you like a child while you cried, he rocked back and forth cradling you in his lap, consoling you and apologizing. You continued crying, but not because you just WWE slammed yourself into a desk but crying because of your parents.
"I'm sorry!" You whimpered quietly to yourself over and over, quiet enough for you to hear and not any normal human to hear. But Jackson heard, (and we all know that Jackson is NOT human :'] ) in fact he was a little confused at the heard apologies coming from your mouth. At first he thought it was because of him, but looked at your arms instead. There he saw the scars and marks that your parents had left, some old, some new. Jackson lifted you up and put you on your stomach on the bed, he then slid onto the bed next to you posing like a French model, staring straight into your eyes with all seriousness he asks;
"(Y/N)?"
"Yes?" You replied, your cries dying down.
Jackson lifted your chin with his hand and made you look straight in his eyes.
"Draw me like one of the French Girls." He said smiling like an idiot, on the verge of laughter. Your face resembled that of trembling and you busted out into your impeccably beautiful smile, laughing loudly and hitting Jackson's arm.
"Yah! You are too fat! And you're Asian! How am I supposed to draw you as a French Girl?" you exclaimed laughing with Jackson. He looked at you and faked a Pouty face, jutting out his bottom lip.
"Hey respect your elders! Oppa much? And I said draw me LIKE a French Girl, not as one. See? I am smart." Jackson replied back cockily staring at you with an eye smile. You smiled and turned on your back, instantly regretting it as you yelped in pain and flipped back onto your stomach. Your buried your face in soft comforter on your bed and stayed like that for a few moments. Jackson scoffed and lifted the back of your shirt up exposing your back unexpectedly. You gasped and tried to move out of his grasp but he straddled you, holding down your hips, keeping them steady with one hand and the other kept your wrists together and kept them from moving. It would be very awkward if someone just happened to walk in. None the less, you gave up and stayed still, blushing madly as you stuffed your face into the bed.
Jackson slightly gasped at the sight of you (s/c) back, littered with scars. Your smooth skin was basically glowing and Jackson scolded himself for letting you go to your parents house today. You had already told him about the problems you and your parents had, you even told him about your friends who had kidnapped you and forced you to be a part of their gang. He sighed heavily as he removed his hand from your hip and your wrists, letting them gently right above your scars, making you shiver slightly.
"Have you treated them yet?" He asked, reffering to your scars.
You groaned into the bed, signaling him a no. Jackson rolled his eyes and got off you,walking out of the room. Once you heard the door shut, you sat up, ignoring the pain and ran out silently into the living room, where you shot under the couch, hiding from Jackson. You hated it when he cleaned your wounds, he was gentle, yes but,
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