Pairing: Reader x Jackson Word count: 560 Summary: Jackson wants you to come to the dance studio to keep him company, and is upset when all you do is study (Fluff) "Hey, hey Y/N" "What is it Jackson?" You sigh. You were currently sitting cross legged on the floor of a JYP dance studio with textbooks spread out around you. Your boyfriend Jackson begged and begged you to go to the dance studio to keep him company while he practised, even though you tried refusing, saying you had to study for upcoming exams. "Please" he had begged "no one else we be there" "Jackson I'm not gonna be able to talk to you, I have to study!" "I don't care if you can't talk to me, I just want you there." Eventually you had agreed, and you had been sitting on the floor for the past 2 hours with Jackson trying to get your attention. "How am I supposed to get your attention?!" You don't respond. "I can do a flip" you hear a loud thud but still don't look up, the words on the page of your book starting to swim in front of you. "How much longer do you have to study?" He sat down (not very gracefully) next to you and put his arm around your shoulders, putting his hand over yours. You allow yourself to glance at him, taking in his after workout look, sweat dripping down his face and arms (which was kinda hot) with his shirt clinging to his muscles. You gulp and turn away. "As long as I need to." "Jagi you've been working solid for 2 hours. Please take a break, or at least eat something. You should put your health above grades." He pleads, and the note of desperation in his voice causes you to turn your head towards him. His eyes are large with concern and you sigh, putting your head against his shoulder. Suddenly all your fatigue crashed down on you, and you bury your face into his shoulder, clutching onto his tank top. He silently wraps his arm around you and you sit there for a while, trying not to let tears spill over, partly because of tiredness and partly because you realised you love him so fucking much. After a minute or two of heavy breathing he puts his hand on the back of your head and kisses you on the top of your head, then your forehead then your closed eyelids, temples, nose, cheeks, and you giggle at his childishness. Finally he kissed you on the lips, softly holding the back of your neck, pulling you close to him. He gently takes your waist and pulls you on top of him so your legs are either side of him and your arms are around his neck. You break your kiss and put your head on his shoulder, basically lying on his torso. You feel him let out a breath and wrap his arms around you, pulling you against him for what felt like the thousandth time. "Please look after yourself" he whispers. "I will. Only if you will too, Jackson. You worry me about how much you train." Your body shakes as he laughs, and he pushes your shoulders back so you're looking at him. "Well then, I guess we'll just have to look after each other." He pushes a strand of hair behind your ear, sliding his hand back around your neck and kissing you once more, your books and his dance routine long forgotten.