Group: GOT7

Member: Jackson

Theme: Fluff//Post-Finals

Length: short/drabble/novella/long/novel

Your phone rang. When you looked at the caller ID, you didn’t hesitate in answering.

“Hello~,” you heard from the other side.

“Hey,” you replied.

“So, how do you feel, now that finals are all done?” Jackson asked.

“I feel…relieved. I think I can actually breathe now,” you over exaggerated.

“Good, because we’re going to hang out today and you need to be breathing. I’ll be over in 10!”

“Aight, bye!” You hung up the phone and plopped yourself on your bed. You could have sworn that you were not sleepy at all, but when your head hit the mattress, your eyes begged to differ.

Jackson arrived less than ten minutes later, more around 7. He knocked on your door and waited. When you didn’t show up 57 seconds later, he knocked again. Again, nothing. He felt it strange, and called out your name. To his surprise, it wasn’t you who answered the door, but your dad.

“Oh hello sir, I’m here to see Y/N…since she finished her finals…” Jackson stated.

“Okay. I think she may be knocked out though. The tests probably wore her out.”

“Ah, okay. Thank you, sir,” Jackson unnecessarily bowed to your father.

He walked to your room and knocked on the door, calling your name softly, “Y/n?” You rolled around in your bed in response. Jackson walked in and saw you sleeping soundly.

“Aw, this is no fun. We were supposed to hang today, y/n-ah…why are you like thiiiiiiiiis,” he complained. When he was finally quiet, he looked at your resting face and noticed the circles around your eyes.

“You must’ve been really tired, studying for those finals. Okok, I’m sorry, I’ll let you sleep.” As he was about to leave your room, he noticed that you were crunched up, as if to keep your body heat. 

When he realized you were cold, he picked you up and tried pulling the comforter as best as he could and put you down. He then properly fixed the cover and pulled it over you. You subconsciously grabbed the cover and pulled it up more.

Jackson moved a piece of hair in front of your face to the side and bent down to kiss your forehead.

“Rest well, Y/n. You did well!” he whispered.