Drabbles + Oneshots | Got7

just say the word | jackson

fluff, clean

Jackson had been counting down the minutes until he was home. Approaching the front door, he was relieved to find it open and pushed his way inside, discarding his shoes and jogging into the living room.

"Honey, I'm home," he announced, finding you perched beside the stairs to the second floor. "How was your..."

Arms folded, you hissed, "Gaga, we have a problem."

You now had his undivided attention. "Well, damn. Skipped Jackson and Jiaer and went straight to Kayee, okay," he teased, inching toward you cautiously and pecking a gentle kiss on the corner of your mouth as he always did in greeting.

Another loud sound echoed from upstairs. The two of you glanced up briefly before returning your gazes to each other.

"How was her first day of school?" Jackson asked, suspicious. He had been texting you all day long, wanting minute by minute updates. Though you had none to give him. It wasn't like the school would let you attend kindergarten with her.

Holding up your hand, you sighed, "Wait for it."

Your daughter appeared at the top of the stairs, a backpack stuffed with toys hanging on her shoulder. A beanie was tucked snugly over her head, covering most of her jet black locks. She took one look at her father and exclaimed, "I'm running away!"

Jackson recoiled in surprise, finally understanding the stress and tension so evident on your face. Donning his fluffiest tone, he asked, "Princess, what happened?"

"I'm running away," she declared again, trundling across the room and making for the door. "I can never show my face there again."

Jackson turned back to you and asked in an attempt to lift the mood, "Where did she get this dramatic behavior from?"

"I have no idea," you droned, glaring at him.

Realization dawning on him, Jackson playfully scowled back at you and murmured snidely, "Well, we know where she inherited her sarcasm."

You narrowed your eyes, albeit insincerely.

Throwing up his hands, Jackson scurried around the couch and called, "Baby, come here. Talk to Daddy. My job in life is to fix things for you."

"No, I must leave," she announced, stomping toward the front door with purpose in her step.

Jackson tilted his head and crooned, "Can you at least tell me where you're headed?"

She stopped, mulling. Then, she said, "No, because I don't know yet."

"I see," Jackson replied, fighting a smile. "Did you pack any money for food? It's almost dinner time, you know."

"Oh," she mumbled, patting the pockets of her dress. "No, I didn't."

"Here," said Jackson, withdrawing a few bills from his wallet and handing them to her. "You know how dangerous it is when baby gets hungry."

"Thank you, Daddy. I will miss you."

Jackson resisted the urge to melt into a puddle on the floor. Keeping himself level, he replied, "I'm sure you will. Why don't you tell me what happened before you go?"

"I can't," she countered, shaking her head in defiance. "I have to leave now."

Jackson shuffled. "Can I at least walk you to the bus stop or something?"

"No, you don't want to be seen with me."

"That bad, huh?"

She nodded, eyes almost welling with tears as she whispered, "Yes, I'm sorry."

All negotiations had clearly failed. Your heart was somewhere in the bottom of your stomach and you kept looking to Jackson in the hopes he would find some way to diffuse the situation.

With an adorable bow, your daughter strutted to the front door and grabbed the knob.

Suddenly, Jackson called her by her full name and followed with, "Stop right there."

Your daughter froze in place, whipping around with shock evident on her face. Hearing her name in full and in that yet unheard of tone had a paralyzing effect.

"I didn't want to play this card," Jackson murmured under his breath, moving to the couch and sitting down heavily. With a pat of his thigh, he spoke sternly, "Come here right now and tell me why you're upset."

There was no bond on earth that could rival the one Jackson had forged with his baby girl. From the moment she had left your womb, she belonged to him. They were inseparable. Every night they talked and talked about almost everything under the sun until one of them reluctantly fell asleep.

She exhaled, stubbornness filling her eyes before dissipating, and in that moment she had never looked more like a tiny, female version of her father. Dropping the backpack, she dragged her feet to Jackson and held up her arms dutifully, letting him lift her to his lap.

"I fell at school today," she revealed, hanging her head.

"Are you hurt?" Jackson asked worriedly, giving her a glance over.

"No, but everyone saw and they laughed at me."

"I see," Jackson sighed, kissing her temple. "Would you like for me and Mama to find you another school?"

"No," she replied surprisingly fast. "This one is very pretty."

"It is?" Jackson exclaimed, relieved to hear the news. "Did you enjoy your classes?"

She nodded emphatically, the beanie sliding slightly and disrupting her hair. "The teachers are very nice. And the windows are so big! I can see the trees and birds all the time."

"Amazing!"

Her face tensed again and she cried, "But everyone will make fun of me because I fell."

Jackson patted her back and cradled her close to his chest, explaining, "I don't think so, Princess. I'm sure everyone has forgotten about it already."

She was skeptical, as to be expected. "How do you know for sure?"

"How about I make you a deal?" Jackson asked, pulling back to look into her face.

She affixed her gaze to him and murmured, "I'm listening."

Jackson smoothed his hand over her hair and said, "At the next concert, Daddy will trip and fall. Thousands of people will see it."

She giggled. "You'll do that?"

"For you, I will do anything," he promised, kissing her nose. "Just say the word, baby girl."

She smiled.

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