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"Baby!!" Jackson smiled running in a weird way just to get to his lover, just to see the reaction. "I missed you so much, Jackson." Y/n said, wrapping his arms around the Jackson's neck.
Y/n was a fine ass man. Long curly hair with a smile as bright as a star. He had unique, colorful, but meaningful tattoos on both of his arms.
They met at a fan meeting. Y/n was a huge fan so of course he had to go. Once he reached Jackson, sparks definitely did fly. Y/n was the one who made the first move, sliding his number in Jackson's hand as he moved to talk to Mark.
Since then, they've been dating for 8 months. Long distance wasn't easy, but they made it through.
"How was the tour?" Y/n asked, dimples on show. Jackson grabbed his face, pressing his lips against the slightly taller male. "It was amazing. I missed the fans so much."
"I'm sure they loved and missed you too." "Did you miss me?" Jackson looked at him with hope. "Of course I did." Y/n cooed, pressing his lips on Jackson's cheek.
"I don't believe you." Jackson pouted and turned around, smirking as he earned a hug from behind.
...
Now that Jackson was home, they spent more time with each other. Spending time with each others families, going on dates, the entire dating package.
It was going great.
"I'm washing clothes, put your stuff in the hamper." Jackson soon came out of the shower, towel around his waist with clothes in his hand. Y/n bit his lip, watching Jackson's every move. "Tjsnk you honey." Jackson gave Y/n a kiss, leaving to his closet.
"Now, you KNOW you wrong..." Y/n muttered, trying to shake away his frustration. He eventually made his way to the laundry room and began checking pockets for anything.
Other than dollar bills and coins, a piece of paper stuck out as odd to Y/n. Opening the folded piece, he found digits and a name. Lisa?
Y/n heard footsteps and began to throw the laundry in the washer. "Hey babe-" Jackson was now fully clothed, on his phone. "hi." Y/n said lowly.
Jackson noticed the tone and looked at the hand of his significant other. "I was looking for that." "Oh, I figured." Y/n rolled his eyes, showing the paper in his hand before grabbing the money and heading to his room.
"What's wrong?" "Nothing, Jackson." Y/n yelled back, putting Jackson's money on his drawer and his own money in his personal bank.
"The hell he means what's wrong?"
...
The day finally came. It's their 10 month anniversary and Y/n had the whole day planned for Jackson to show how much he means to him.
As he came home from work, he noticed a car in the driveway. "The fuck?!"
Parking on the other side of the road, he ran to their shared house and noticed that the door was unlocked. "Oh hell no."
Y/n found clothes on the floor, picking up a thong. He was fuming and felt his face was turning red. He sped up the stairs and the sight broke his heart.
"So fuck this relationship, right?" Jackson pushed the person away. "Baby-" "Fuck our 10 months, right?" Y/n was broken. And it wasn't Lisa either.
"You can keep him honey. I can't marry a guy who cheats." Y/n was glaring darts at Jackson, putting the box back into his pocket and leaving their house.
"Y/n! Wait!!" Jackson pulled his boxers on, running outside just to hear tires screech. Jackson broke down crying instantly. He didn't mean to do it.
