Author Note: The Mark oneshot that was thought up along with this was supposed to be all warm, light and fuzzy feels but this one, I want it to tug at your heart and get it racing. A bit darker and more sensual, that's Jackson Wang ladies and gents so READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED (this is not my usual fluff) ^o^V Let me know if your heart goes thump thump okay~?
Song: GOT7 Moonlight: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jbolGlQdxY8
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The light from the screen slightly illuminated the dark room as your phone buzzed softly next to you. You hugged your knees to your chest, reliving the last half hour in your head as unwelcome tears lingered in the corner of your eyes.

Something happened, you felt something, something you wish you could forget. Your stepfather watched concernedly as you came home earlier than he expected since you said you would be out with friends.

Once you started to reply to his questions with subtle grunts and head nods he knew it was best to leave you alone but he reassured if you needed something he'd be here.

He's always there, gentle, kind, caring even though a bit of a cave man, your last family in this world since your Mother left for heaven's gates last year. He wasn't blood but he treated you like his own and as much as you wanted to run into his arms and confide in him, you couldn't because you didn't even know what to think.

You watched from the corner of your eye as Jackson Wang's name continued to flash across the screen for the 100th time, the picture of him holding you in a slight head lock playfully and biting his lip as you laughed carefreely, it made your heart hurt even more.

Your bestfriend, he wasn't always though,at some point he was just some guy you met through a mutual friend. His care free, energetic persona had you trapped since day one though you tried so hard to stay away but you were a moth to the flame.

You were in a dark place, your mother had just passed and you wanted nothing more than just to be invisible, to be left alone, but he didn't. Not for a second. 

Even when the darkness almost swallowed you completely when your so called "boyfriend" tore your heart out of your chest and laughed maniacally as he set it ablaze, Jackson was there to savage the pieces and gave that what he deserved.

Since then your life had been a bit brighter place but all that changed tonight. Obviously. You were sitting on your bed with the cushion sinking around you in a pit of fear and despair instead of laughing and mingling with your friends at the cafe.

It was just like any other Friday night at the cafe, group of friends bugging out about the week's antics and way too much caffeine consumption. In a fit of laughter you caught Jackson smiling at you, his hands crossed under his chin and his eyes gleaming, like he always did but this time you felt.....shy? Embarrassed? Self-concious?

His unfaltering gaze was torn away from you as your friend Youngji animately started to talk to him about something and you hadn't noticed your heart was racing till now. What's wrong with you?

You got up, asking if anyone needed anything as you returned to the counter and your friend Jaebeom followed after you when every single person demanded another tall Americano. Sleep was for the weak.

"He hasn't taken his eyes off you" Jaebeom chuckled amusedly as the girl behind the counter was caught off guard by his smile and quickly proceeded to make their big order.

Jackson watching you wasn't new but for some reason you couldn't stop the blood making it's way to your cheeks. The idea of his eyes on you and only you made your heart quicken it's pace.

"He's my bestfriend Jaebeom he does that" you giggled as the same waitress fumbles with the cups as she catches a side glimpse of Jaebeom and turns bright red.

He opened his mouth but you held a finger up and shook your head.

"Just. my. bestfriend"

He had always talked about how his instincts when it came to these things were never wrong, that you wanted him and he wanted you more than you two were letting on. What an idiotic thing to even consider. He was your bestfriend. That's all. It was safer that way, yet you couldn't help but feel a tinge of disappointment at the thought.

"Okay, who ordered the Americano and who ordered the Americano?" you said comedically and through the playful boos of your friends for telling such a hideous joke Jackson was the only one laughing as if you had said the funniest thing in the world.

"At least someone appreciates my good humor" you say gratefully as you lay the tall cup infront of him. He thanks you and for some reason you can't take your eyes off his lips as he slowly brings the edge of the glass to them and the corners of his mouth curve into a devious smile. Did he know you were watching? He's such an idiot.

The conversations continue as usual but Youngji whispering something into Jackson's ear catches your attention. The two excuse themselves from the table to sit somewhere else but no one else notices, too enveloped in their own lives and coffee and you watched, your breath held as Jackson pulled out a seat for her to sit in like the gentleman he was. It was one of his charms.

You always thought you'd ask your stepfather to teach you how to read lips easily, he said it was something he picked up in the army and that skill would be mighty useful right about now.

The two were glowing as they laughed about something but the atmosphere around you stilled as she rested her hand on his lap, batting her eyelashes at him, all traces of humor gone.

Your stomach churned as her hand gradually made it's way up his leg and he did nothing to stop it and you didn't even notice you had stood from your seat until Jackson's eyes locked with yours. 

"Angel?" Jaebeom asked as everyone stared at you, your knuckles turning white from being curled into a fist on the table and all the color drained from your face. You grabbed your things and left with Jackson calling after you.

Despite the adrenaline coursing through your veins the night was pretty calm. Street lights lighting your journey home and the sounds of bugs making you look everywhere. Why did you leave? The thought of Youngji's hand on Jackson's thigh flashing through your mind makes you come to a hault.

No. No. No.This can't be happening. Fear and anxiety slowly enveloping you as the now once peaceful darkness starts to suffocate you and you sprint like your life depended on it. 

Once in your room you close the door and slowly drop to the floor, wrapping yourself in your arms. He. He. Jackson's just a friend. Just a friend. Like Jaebeom. A friend who would pass out on your couch when he didn't feel like going home, a friend who bought you little trinkets because they reminded him of you, a friend who would tackle and pin you underneath him when you tried to change his television show.

Your relationship was strictly platonic. You couldn't have it any other way. If you did, if you let him be more than a friend, that same darkness that had consumed you would swallow him up and take him away just to spite you like it did everyone else you truely cared about and you couldn't bare the thought. Not him.

There's a banging at the front door followed by an all too familiar voice, dripping with concern and rage, asking "Where is she?"

With each heavy footstep creaking on the stairs you edge closer and closer away from the door. Silence. Your heart beats rapidly as the door knob slowly turns. How did you forget to lock the door?

Jackson slowly opens the door, his face serious, he steps inside and locks the door behind him with a click. He leans his back against the flat surface with his arms crossed as he observes you, his eyes burning into you.

The tension in the air is thick and suddenly your comfortably sized room now feels way too small. His foot begins to tap as he closes his eyes trying to reign in his temper, you've never seen him like this. Gone was that ray of light you called your bestfriend, it was already starting.

"I've been calling you" his voice laced with silent fury as his eyes once again pin you in place.
"I haven't noticed" your voice barely a whisper.

If there was one thing Jackson Wang hated, it was being ignored, being left with that feeling of insecurity wondering if that person he was trying to contact was okay or not. It was who he was.

He took a step foward and you jumped a bit with a paniced expression on your face.

"Don't. Just...don't" 
"Then talk to me Angel"

What was there to talk about? How the girl at the cafe kept tripping over herself because of Jaebeom? The gallons of caffeine coursing through her veins at the moment? Oh. Does he mean walking out on everyone without so much as an explaination? Yeah, you could see why that calls for a discussion.

"There's nothing to talk about"
"Like hell there's not!"

His voice increased a bit in volume and you could hear the television volume downstairs lower slightly. He took a deep breath ignoring your protest for space and sat on the edge of your bed, his black jeans in contrast to the white and blue sheets.

You couldn't move, frozen with your legs to your chest and your cheek ontop of your knees. He flicks on the side lamp and you can't help but admire his profile despite the infavorable atmosphere.

Chiseled chin, straight nose, lush lips and dark piercing eyes that haven't left you since he walked into the room. His tight black t-shirt clinging to him, outlining his perfectly sculpted torso and making his arms looking bigger than they really were...or were they just big? And of course wearing his customized black snap back you had gotten him because you felt like it.

"Why did you leave?" he asks, less angry now but more concerned and you felt yourself relax just a little bit.

"I was tired and...."
"Angel, don't make me ask you again" he had this uncanny ability to see through your disception and sometimes you were thankful for it, he would save you from yourself but right now you wish he were blind just like the rest of your friends.

"I....felt uncomfortable......"
"Why?"

The thought of Youngji's flirting flared a spark of jealousy in you and you shook your head free of the thought. Don't make her say it. He moved closer to you and with nowhere else to go he dragged you towards the center of the bed as if you weighed nothing. 

Silence filled the room, not even the sound of the night could be heard as he waited patiently for your reply. The bed next to you creaked as he raised his arm and caressed your arm soothingly with the back of his hand, a habit he had when he would apologize to you.

Your body instantly came alive as he brought his nose to the side of your head and trailed it ever so slowly down, past your ear, your jaw, your chin then down the sensitive skin of your neck setting it on fire.

You gasped as his soft lips made contact with your skin and it burned. His voice was hushed.

"Why did you leave me Angel?" he asks once again, all sense of anger gone but replaced with something....else. On it's own your head tilted to the side as he trailed feather like kisses back up the trail his nose had laid out.

"I...I..I couldn't watch..."
"Watch what?" He bites down gently and you whimper, a sound you've never made in your life.
"You and Youngji...together"
"Why?" his voice light with amusement and he tugs your earlobe lightly with his teeth and your head starts to spin. What is he doing to you? You whine deep in your throat when he bites down harder obviously impatient by your lack of explaination.

"It hurt seeing you two together"
"Did it now?" he asks, his voice oozing with sarcasm, no doubt making you suffer for not answering your phone. He seizes his mouth's attack on your skin.

"Do you not want me with her?"
"......No...."
"Why?" he whispers and you shake your head

"Why Angel?" his voice more forceful this time. When you don't answer him he sighs and slowly grabs your face inbetween his warm strong hands and makes you look him straight in the eyes. They were dark, hooded, captivating, possessive and you were lost in them. His thumb rubbed against your right cheek as his next words rang through you like an earthquake. 

"Are you falling in love with me?" his voice was husky, intoxicating and it sent shivers down your spine. All your fears were once again trying to drag you into the depths but you couldn't lie to yourself anymore, you COULD NOT deny it anymore. You nodded your head slowly and whispered guiltyly.

"Yes" The truth hurt. He slowly pushed you back onto the bed, pinning you underneath him. Each of your wrists in his grip as he hovered over you. He slowly brought his lips to your face and kissed away the tears that you couldn't hold back anymore but the gesture only made them come down faster.

"And what's wrong with that Angel?" he asks a bit hurt and a bit humorous, obviously sensing the guilt eminating from your body and his gaze is caught in yours. Fear. He saw it. The way it begged for him to leave.

You screamed when his fist collided with the backboard of your bed and his voice was pained.

"Don't you dare compare me to him!" rage rolling off him in waves. Him referring to your ex. No Jackson, that's not what I'm afraid of. There was a sturdy knock at the door.

"Sweetheart, everything okay in there?" Jackson looked down at you as he snapped back to reality and bit his lip apologetically and as he tried to push himself off of you you grabbed his face in your hands and kept him in place.

"I'm fine Dad, just hit my head"
"And Jackson's not laughing at you?"
"He knows better" you both chuckle, this man, your father knows you both so well.

Once you two were alone again Jackson grabbed your hand in his and kissed each knuckle then watched you sadly.

"I'm not him Angel, if you give me the chance I could prove that to you"
"That's not it Jackson"
"Then why don't you want to love me?"

You propted yourself up on your elbows and he watches you warrily. Your eyes flitted from his, down his face then you slowly brought your lips to his and he froze. 

After a second of uncertainty, not wanting to scare you, he kissed you back. Gentley at first but that quickly changed. The kiss becomes rougher, more desperate, more passionate as he grabs your face, laying you back down onto the pillow and he slips his tongue through and he growls as you toss his snapback to the floor and run your fingers through his hair and tug gently.

He breaks the kiss then latches onto your bottom lip with his teeth until you whimper and trails down your neck leaving red marks in its wake, his hands roaming your body, practically worshipping you and yours getting more aquainted with his.

His name leaves your mouth as he continues his attack then he bring his lips once more back to yours this time with a message behind them that he didn't want you to ever forget. You.Were.His.

He laid his forehead against yours as you two tried to catch your breath, the air in the room hot and heavy but all hint of aggression and apprehension gone. Both having conveyed your true feelings without a single word, he kissed you one more time, gently this time, savoring each second.

"I love you Angel, so much. So so much and I will never leave you."
"Jackson...."
"I mean it Angel. I want you to say it" his voice was determined and you smiled as you carressed his face.

"I love you Jackson, so much. So so much and I will never leave you"

He smiles, that big beaming Jackson smile, the one that eliminated all the darkness and cuddles you with his face in the crook of your neck and sighs triumphantly. He always did appreciate your humor. But you weren't joking about how much you loved this guy.
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Author Note: I need to fan myself give me a second >.> totally shameless. Did this get your heart racing and your blood pumping? No? Then next time maybe I need to try a little harder..... Did you get Jackson feels?~ Do let me know kay I hope you enjoyed \o/

Fluffy Mark fanfic to make you feel fuzzy: http://www.asianfanfics.com/story/view/904276/baby-wake-up-fluff-oneshot-romance-you-mark-got7