#jackson got7

how jackson sees...

jisoo 6 of cups jennie ace of pentacles rx rosé the hanged man rx lisa 10 of wands, 4 of cups rx, the world

jackson thinks jisoo's career path is the most logical and making sense out of the whole group. he thinks her vibe is similar to one of the veterans in the k-acting. idk them so hope this desribes just enough..

with jennie and rosé, oh, boy. he's bitter. jackson sees jennie's solo career path is nonsense and she should stick to fashion (note this is what i personally expected too tbh so i can see why but she proved me wrong! love her for it!), while for rosé... ah, he's passive overall. he still wants to ... you know.

for lisa, jackson sees she has big potential. however, he thinks she should've acted better with some career steps. he seems to criticize her for the smallest thing.

how jackson's seen by...

jisoo 5 of pentacles rx jennie the star rx rosé 5 of cups rx lisa 8 of cups

jisoo and rosé think nothing of him. jennie, however, thinks "he should've done better" for some career steps. lisa is passive towards him overall as she's very distant to him.

unfortunately, jackson have seemed to hear rumors about yge trainees agreeing to such intimate offers and lisa was the only one who, like, agreed. apparently, there were such to each member.

110226 (the rest) / 240226 (how lisa and jisoo see jackson) | apparently i missed to ask it... i asked my angels, the previous answers are still valid

Bambam knows he should’ve been nicer to Jackson in the beginning.

He also thinks that everyone shouldn’t have overreacted after he accidentally mentioned the bomb threat he’d gotten that morning.

(It was one of the funnier ones, too — half the words misspelled, the exact location of this supposed “bomb”, a detailed content description. Glitter and flour was a new combo for additional explosion consequences, Bambam was sure, but he would hate for the staff to have to deal with it if it was real.)

Then Jay B had pulled him aside with the words “This is Jackson he’s a friend of Mark’s from college and one of the best in the business so please cooperate I can’t pull Youngjae out of his position to be your personal bodyguard anymore” and had left for a meeting.

So… Bambam had acted out. Snuck away more than once (his record was two hours, but Jackson had been in a meeting and he had been at the company before meeting meeting Ten for coffee, usually he was found within thirty minutes), done everything he could to discourage Jackson, had complained about him to Jay B and Yugyeom and Jungkook more times than he could count.

Then Jungkook had mentioned how desperate things were getting. Yugyeom had no issues with letting his brother stay with him, but his parents were getting suspicious, and he’d already rejected Bambam’s offer to pay for his college. (Jungkook had tried getting a job on the down low, but it was hard when he had no previous experience at his age, and when more people than not recognized who he was.)

Bambam had made a comment to Jackson, since it was on his mind and the bodyguard was being nosy (seriously, who asked how someone’s day had been anymore?). He hadn’t thought anything would come of it, until Jungkook was calling in the middle of the night, asking if he knew an RM, and why there was suddenly quite a bit of money in his bank account.

(Whoever RM was, Bambam liked him. Especially the videos he and Yugyeom got every month when they opened yet another email from him. Their reactions were priceless.

He also like how RM let Bambam slip more money into Jungkook’s account with the main transaction every month.)

And… something about Jackson… changed. He wasn’t as snippy when Bambam pushed back against him. Comments with would have been met with a scornful look before were now met with pursed lips, and attempt not to laugh, a redirect.

And maybe Bambam had. Stopped pushing quite as much. Had stopped disappearing with Yugyeom and Jungkook, stopped sneaking out when he went to meet with Ten or Mingyu or Eunwoo.

Had listened to Mark’s college stories of Jackson for blackmail, because they were getting along now, but he wasn’t about to pass up that opportunity.

“He’s good for you.” Minghao said once, after Jackson had slipped Bambam another coffee before he could even realize his first one was gone.

Bambam shrugged.

“He’s fine, I guess. He won’t give me his mom’s hot chocolate recipe though and it’s unfair, that stuff is addictive.”

The funerals were held on a Tuesday.

Bambam attended all four — sat in the back, let the grieving cry, stayed out of the way. He tried to send Jackson away once or twice when an angry, grieving family member would try to approach, but Jackson saw through him.

Bambam wished he wouldn’t. He thought he rather deserved to be hurt for this.

It was his fault, after all. They wouldn’t have come to the building if he hadn’t been there.

Jay B disagreed.

“We’re not even sure it was you they were after.” He said softly, comfortingly, “they weren’t trained fighters. It’s very possible they were there for information, and you just happened to be there.”

He hadn’t been pleased when Bambam’s reaction had been to have the building off limits at night to all personnel, but Bambam didn’t care. Locking himself out of his own company was better than getting more people killed.

Bambam groaned as the light in his room was turned on, burrowing under his blanket.

“I took the bulb out…“ he grumbled.

“I put one back in. Come on, up and at em.” Jackson called, far too loud, pulling blankets off of Bambam.

“I’m not even going anywhere today—“ Bambam protested.

“Yes you are, actually. Get up, you’ve got thirty minutes to shower and put something inconspicuous on.” Jackson flipped Bambam out of bed, the younger hitting the floor with a yelp.

“Come on now, up! Or you’re do ten laps around the garden for every minute past the deadline that you’re not ready.” Jackson threatened, shutting the door behind him.

Bambam cursed him out for a full twenty-five of the thirty minutes he had to get ready, still grumbling under his breath as he pulled a mask and hat on and joined Jackson in the garage.

“Great! You’re only doing one lap when we get back, then.” Jackson grinned.

Bambam flipped him off.

The place they were going ended up being an arcade. Bambam was definitely surprised.

“…I think the last time I went to one of these was when I was five.” He said, looking over the place with raised eyebrows.

Jackson snorted.

“Well that’s just sad. Come on, pick a game. Least amount of tickets buys lunch.”

Bambam glared for another moment before he sighed.

“Alright, fine. Prepare to lose.”

(Jackson lost by ten tickets. It was worth it to see Bambam laughing over the giant stuffed teddy bear he’d used those tickets towards, though.

And maybe said teddy bear ended up in Bambam’s room, even if Jackson denied putting it there.)

“I know Jay B made you my bodyguard, but going through my emails and deleting them is a bit much, man. I subscribe to those tabloids for a reason, I need to know what people are saying about me.”

Bambam grumbled one morning.

Jackson froze.

“Kid, I haven’t touched your email. And what do you mean, you’re subscribed to multiple tabloids?”

Bambam quickly looked away.

Jackson pinched the bridge of his nose.

“We’re talking about this. Later. Let me see your email.”

Bambam handed Jackson his phone with a shrug, and Jackson frowned as he went through everything, looking for —

Ah.

Jackson groaned and flipped off the closest camera. Bambam blinked at him.

“It’s just RM. He’s a nuisance, but he’s also a friend, so he’s not gonna use anything against you.”

Jackson explained, handing the phone back.

“Cheeky little…”

Bambam blinked.

“Wait, like the guy who keeps transferring money to Jungkook and sending us the videos of his parents reaction?”

Jackson blinked back, then threw up his hands, walking away.