Drabbles + Oneshots | Got7

i do love surprises | jackson

fluff, clean

Jackson audibly groaned when he caught sight of the bed across the room. Shuffling out of his shoes, he dragged his feet across the hotel suite and promptly collapsed face first on the mattress, leaving his arms and legs splayed across the silky material of the duvet. A long, muffled whine left his mouth.

Solo promotions were exhausting. Each time Jackson thought he was at his limit, that he couldn't possibly go on, he reminded himself that everything he did now was for the future. And not just for him, but for his family... and you. Glimpses of you filled his mind and Jackson couldn't help but smile. God, he wished you were there with him. You always smelled so good and when he was at his lowest, you never failed to make him laugh.

Suddenly, the door let out a dainty ring that someone had swiped the key card and was entering. "Room service," came a familiar voice.

"I didn't order any," Jackson replied tiredly, having barely enough willpower to rouse himself from his current position on the bed.

You giggled and replied, "I guess I'll just eat it myself then."

Jackson leapt to attention, recognizing your laugh and your voice. Joy was billowing in his chest, reinvigorating him with energy. Flinging himself from the bed, Jackson cleared the suite in record time and barreled into your waiting arms. Grinning from ear to ear at his happiness, you squeaked in surprise as he lifted you in the air and spun you around, all the while cheering, "My baby!"

Your boyfriend inevitably set you down and hugged you tightly, burying his face at the base of your neck. When he finally pulled back to look at you, to assure himself you really were standing there and not some figment of his exhausted mind, Jackson cupped your face with both hands and smushed your cheeks together.

"What are you doing here? Not that I'm not freaking thrilled. But wow, your timing is on point. Again, how are you here?"

"A plane," you told him wryly. "And then a taxi."

"Smartass," Jackson quipped, leaning in to kiss your nose affectionately. "I love it."

"Well, your Mom told me that you were really stressed and a visit might do you some good," you confessed sweetly.

Jackson flashed an emotional smile, tucking you close until your cheek was against his chest and his head rested on yours. "I love my girls," he whispered softly.

You let him hold you for as long as he needed, feeling his strength returning with the simple act of being close to you again. "And we love you," you told him tenderly.

"Wait, what's in the bag?" Jackson suddenly asked when his eyes fell on the pack you had dropped beside the room service table.

You snickered darkly and left his embrace to grab the bag, holding it up and announcing, "Matching flannel pajamas."

Jackson clapped his hands together excitedly. Nothing said comfort quite like flannel.

Then, you reached in and pulled out a brand new, unwrapped DVD case. "And Infinity War," you finished, mischief in your eyes.

"Holy crap, you are my favorite person," Jackson exclaimed, pulling his shirt over his head and catching the flannel material you quickly tossed at him. "Are you prepared to hold me while I cry?"

Shimmying out of your jeans to put on your pajamas, you laughed at the memory of him sniffling in the movie theater and retorted, "Aren't I always?"

"Good point," he quipped, taking the movie from your grasp and stealing a cookie from the room service tray. "Alright, let's do this!"

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