Who Is This Girl ft. Jackson & You

Marie nervously looked down at her phone as she read the article written with an anonymous source exposing her dating rumor with Jackson.  The headline read. “WHO IS THIS GIRL,” and it went to ask who the girl was that was caught holding hand with Jackson walking down along Hans Rivers. 

She nervously bit down on her fingernails as she scrolled down the comments. 

[+5,087,-298] Who is this b*tch with our Oppa, she doesn’t even look that pretty!

[+4783,-398] Well, I used to like Jackson but I knew he was wild.  Goodbye GOT7 it was nice knowing ya

[+3654,-546] Jackson Oppa, you can do so much better than her!  Please say this isn’t true! T.T

Marie tried not to continue reading but she couldn’t stop.  All the comments were haeful and none of it were were supportive and she was scared of what it could mean for Jackson's career. 

Were they right? 

Was Jackson’s career over now? 

Did she ruined the dream of her one true love?

“Stop reading that crap.”

Marie looked up to see Jackson walking up to her.  He reached out, took her phone from her hands and pulled her up into his arms. 

“I told you not to go online,” he said after he pulled back enough to drop a kiss on her lips. 

“Oppa, are those people right?  Did I just ruined your career?” she asked as the tears began to run down her face. 

Jackson reached down and wiped the tears from her eyes and dropped a kiss on her forehead before gently kissing her lips again. 

“Don’t cry.  You know I can’t stand it when I see you cry,” he whispered against her lips and she nodded her head but the tears continued to flow because the thought that she might ruin the dream of the person she loved the most was too much for her.  “Marie,” he said again and there was plea in his voice now, “I can deal with anything but you crying.”

“Oppa, I know how much you want this.  I know that this is your dream,” she said as she continued to cry.  “I couldn’t live with myself if I take this away from you.”  She took a deep breath and push away from him.  “Let’s break up,” she finally said.  “Go into the press conference and tell them that we broke up or tell them that you don’t know me.  Anything, just deny it.”  She was now pleading with him and the look on his face was too much