#mkxjackson

( send me a ϟ and i’ll generate a number from the list. )

she’d asked him to strip as a joke, not actually expecting him to do it. but there he was, standing before her while pulling his pants off, their eyes locked as he waited for her to take it back. but she wanted to prove that this wasn’t going to make her blush and look away, as it usually did. but then his hands were at his underwear and her skin felt so hot, she wanted to strip herself. pressing her lips together, she scrunched her nose before looking away, burying her flushed face in her hands. 

“jackson! put some clothes on!” she’s overrun with giggles, rolling onto his bed and immediately hiding under the covers to give him privacy. “i was kidding! i didn’t want you to actually do that!”

Leave a “Break Me” in my ask, and I will write an angsty drabble about our characters.

“i don’t know if i can do this anymore..” it was a whispered confession, so quiet that you could barely hear the words but they were out in the open, floating in the space between them. she’d been dying to say them for awhile now, ever since the tabloids had said they’d taken a liking to jackson and eunah, she’d decided that it may be best to stay away from him (her instincts didn’t agree though, given their current position). if she was to be a good person, she would stay away from the elder to keep him out of trouble: both with the law and with the company.

when she didn’t hear a response, she made sure he was looking at her, raising a brow. “did you hear me? i can’t do.. whatever this is.” eunah paused for a moment, racking her mind for a moment that they’d given their relationship a title. “i don’t even know what we are… i mean, obviously we aren’t anything official–”, it was as if the words wouldn’t stop, “you were off with other people when i thought we had something special.”

Leave a “Wed Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about our character under the subject of wedlock

there were two things she was sure of right now: one, she was nervous and two, she was probably going to embarrass herself. for once in her life, she wanted to initiate something which was why there was a box in her pocket with a ring inside– a ring for jackson. it’d been a few years since they first met and they were older now (legal, too). so, there she was, hands gripping the steering wheel of her car so tightly that her knuckles were beginning to turn white. she was so nervous– what if he said no? 

pulling into the parking lot, eunah found a space close to the entrance to park, taking a deep breath once she’d done so. why had she chosen to do this in a public place? noticing a familiar face wandering about the park, she decided to just go for it. if he said no, she would just.. pretend this had never happened. but she just hoped that wouldn’t happen because if it did.. she’d be back to seventeen year old eunah (and no one wanted that). 

sneaking up behind jackson, she took the box from her pocket before jumping on his back, wrapping her legs around his waist and opening the box in front of his face. “marry me, jackson wu.” she paused for the dramatics, taking that time to press a kiss to his neck. “make me the happiest girl ever and–– and spend the rest of your life with me.”

Leave an “Zip Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about your character dressing mine, or the other way around

tugging her sweater over her head, eunah groaned in exhaustion before collapsing on jacksons bed. “oppa, i’m too tired to get ready for practice.” she curled up into a ball, yawning as she pretended to sleep. had it taken jackson forever to wake her up? yes it had. was she going to prolong the amount of time they would stay in their little bubble? absolutely. giggling as she felt his arms around her, trying to get her up again, eunah goes limp to stay heavier. 

# for a random text

[ text → jackson <33 ] can i borrow one of your hats???

[ text → jackson <33 ] my hair won’t cooperate and none of my beanies look cute with my outfit

@ for a middle of the night text

[ text → jackson <33 ] i can’t sleep :/

[ text → jackson <33 ] wanna meet up in a practice room or something?

* for a drunk text

lmaooo she wouldn’t get drunk.. no matter how much i want her to

+ for a loving text

[ text → jackson <33 ] oppa!!

[ text → jackson <33 ] i loooOOooove you

[ text → jackson <33 ] ( /)u(\ )

÷ for a depressed text 

[ text → jackson <33 ] i want to go home :/

[ text → jackson <33 ] but i can’t because then i’d be disappointing my family and i’d have nothing behind my name and just…..

= for a scared text

[ text → jackson <33 ] jackson jackson sjaonsck

[ text → jackson <33 ] i’m walking home from the park and i think someones following me 

[ text → jackson <33 ] can i call you?

[ text → jackson <33 ] please

& for a curious text

[ text → jackson <33 ] this is for science i swear

[ text → jackson <33 ] but what type of underwear do you wear?

[ text → jackson <33 ] the oTHER TRAINEES WANT TO KNOW OKAY

$ for a accidental text

[ text → jackson <33 ] sometimes i wish i’d never met you!! bc you kind of ruined my emotions and feelings and everything!!!

[ text → jackson <33 ] wait

[ text → jackson <33 ] wait wait wait wait wait

[ text → jackson <33 ] don’t read that

[ text → jackson <33 ] shoot

¥ for a drugged text

n,,,,ah

[text]: wtf

[text]: are you moody and looking for a fight

♦ – slow dancing

she’s not exactly sure how they got here: her arms wrapped around his neck and his hands on her hips, swaying along to some old american song. eunah had come down the practice room to try and work out of her rut, grabbing jackson along the way with the excuse of needing a mentor. but the moment she’d closed the door behind them, she’d taken nothing seriously which lead to the two of them dancing ridiculously around the room while music played in the background. so, now, eunah had pressed her face into his chest to hide her flushed cheeks, concentrating on her steps so she didn’t mess up. “you’re good at this…”

♡ – accidentally falling asleep together

slow dancing

“C’mon, kiddo. You’ve gotta do better than this.” Talia was verging on frustration. Jackson lacked the focus necessary to do anything close to an accurate waltz. He relied too much on all the flashy moves ACE did and not enough on the dance itself. “No, you’re doing it wrong again. Let’s just work on swaying first. You hand goes here....” She took his wrist and placed his hand on the small of her back before taking his other in hers. “Fair warning that if you try to feel me up, I’ll punch you straight in the nose. Slow dancing is all about feeling the music, okay?”

her lips part in surprise as the words fall from his lips, the air in the room suddenly growing tense. “i–– no, it’s okay.” she shouldn’t have come here in the first place, not after seeing jackson here. but she was weak and new to this whole ‘liking someone’ thing. leaning over to start packing her things, eunah picked up the items scattered about her and placed them in her bag.