How Bad Do You Want It? // (GOT7 Markson)

"What are you doing?" The voice startled me, waking me up from my reverie.

"Nothing. Just... thinking." I shot back with an annoyed tone at the girl sitting next to me in class.

Fuck, I was doing it again. I was staring.

His name is Jackson Wang, and if it were possible to find words to describe the most perfect human being, well... you'd be looking at him.

He's a year younger than me, born March 26, 1994. I know this because I read his school file.

He's an Aries, has beautiful brown eyes, and even though he doesn't do his hair often, it always seems to be perfectly styled.

His Zodiac sign is dog, he's got O blood type, and he's about five foot eight inches.

I'd say he's around 137 pounds, but recently he's started going to the gym four times a week instead of only twice, so I'd estimate he's gone up about five pounds give or take in the last few weeks, making him closer to 145 pounds... yeah, 145.

The new muscle looked good on him, it suited him more. The only downside to it is that he has started getting more attention from the girls in class. They cling to him as if he's some sort of life raft in a hurricane; it sickens me.

Jackson deserves someone that's loyal to him, someone he can trust with all of his secrets and most importantly his heart - someone like me.

I'd never hurt Jackson. I'd do anything to get him to notice me.

His name is scratched into the inside of my binder, along with an old hockey picture of him I swiped from the yearbook office. I'd love to be the one he trusts his heart to. The only problem?

I'm a boy.

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→ This story has trigger warnings for the mentions of a lot of stuff I I have never really written about before like death, suicide, anxiety, depression, self-harm, eating disorders, etc. (Damn that makes this story sound so intense, it's not that bad, I promise). But the warnings are there just in case.