#got7;drabbles

where he ends up in the hospital wing

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“so...”

“please, just leave. i’m too embarrassed to see you in this state,” gryffindor!jackson says, an arm covering his eyes. 

sighing, you place the wicker basket on the bedside table of the bed jackson’s occupying in the hospital wing. “i brought your favourite sandwiches from the kitchen, you know. it was so hard to avoid the house elves. you could at least show some excitement.”

he lifts his arm slightly and you notice how red his face is. “bloody hell, are you having a fever?” you place the back of your hand on a reddened cheek. 

jackson shakes his head. “i told you i’m just embarrassed to let you see me like this.”

reluctantly, you pull your hand away before chuckling in disbelief. “so, the good luck charm didn’t work, huh?”

“clearly, he was distracted by it instead,” someone chimes from behind. you twist your head to see ravenclaw!jinyoung standing near the hospital wing’s door with an amused look on his face.

jackson shoots his best friend a glare as jinyoung draws closer with a steaming bowl in hand. “madam pomfrey says you need to drink this—” placing the bowl beside the basket you brought in earlier. “—for rapid recovery.” glancing at you, jinyoung briefly wishes you good luck taking care of his best friend before exiting the hospital wing, leaving you and jackson alone once more. 

“wait— i thought he’s...” you trail off, noticing the odd situation.

the mischievous glint in jinyoung’s eyes was too obvious that jackson wants to chase and wrangle his friend for being so apparent about it. 

who would leave his own best friend in the care of someone-not-as-close-but-still-getting-there?

it took jackson almost two years for you to let him close. even more time to convince you that your kiss is his good luck charm after accidentally falling on you that one time in the library (coincidentally your lips ended up finding each other’s) and then winning his quidditch match the next day.

he’d be damned if you start to back away from him once more. after that time where he confessed to you, you hadn’t really rejected him nor accepted his confession. thus, this undefined relationship have begun ever since.

he wants you to be comfortable with him and to know he’s willing to wait as long as you needed for the two of you to be exclusive. if your kisses was all he can get in the mean time then he’ll gladly accept it. 

“um, so, i guess i should leave. i’m having astronomy soon—” you get up from the wooden chair and gather your books on the floor. “—i’ll find jinyoung again to watch over you.” 

“that’s fine,” jackson responds. “madam pomfrey is probably going to be back soon and...”

“and...?” you quirk an eyebrow. 

“will you give me my healing charm?” his gaze turns puppy-like as he stares up at you.

“last time i checked, the good luck charm didn’t work. that—” pointing at the bowl beside him. “—is going to heal you instead.”

“but with your healing charm it’ll work faster!” he insists. “i’ll be out walking tomorrow!”

“what kind of— oomph!” you land on his chest, one palm splay above his beating heart while your other hand still holding your books. jackson has his arms wrap themselves around you, grinning as innocently as possible after pulling you to him. 

“you’re going to be late for class if you don’t give my healing charm.”

releasing a defeated sigh, you reach up — the hand on his chest now hovers over his cheek. 

closing his eyes, jackson leans closer and—

“ow!”

a smirk adorns your lips as he instinctively releases his hold on you to clutch his forehead.

he stares at you in disbelief. “did you just flick me? even when i’m already in this state?”

“that’s your healing charm, jacks.” you step away from the bed. “see you later!” rushing out of the hospital wing, you left jackson alone, still left speechless by your unexpected action. 

i swear she’s going to be the death of me.

when he claims his good luck charm

next

“what the hell are you doing in my room?”

after your morning class, already planning to spend the rest of your day in the comforts of your own bed, you find gryffindor!jackson sitting on it.

“get off my bed!” you exclaim angrily, stalking closer to him.

he pouts in response. “but i showered already...”

“i don’t care! it’s still my bed, and no one is allowed to sit or even touch it! so, get off.”

jackson stands up and raises his hands in defeat.

“and you haven’t even answered my question.” you glare pointedly at him. “what are you doing in my room? how the hell did you even get in here?”

“well, i have my ways.”

“you’re such a pain in the ass... i bet you’re using the marauder’s map again.”

he shrugs. “it’s for something important.”

“and what is that?”

“watch me, y/n.” jackson steps forward, leaning close as he whispers into your ear. “i’m going to win this match, and just like our bet, you’ll do whatever i want.”

you can’t help but chuckle. “we’ll see, babe.”

with that jackson is about to leave the room when he stops for a moment, turning back to you.

“what are you—”

your words are cut off as jackson leans in and kisses you. 

he winks at you. “your kisses are my good luck charm, remember?” then he rushes out of your room.

speechless, you stare at the space that he stood on.

i swear he’s going to be the death of me.