“Hey, um…this is Eddie. D-Do I need to do anything? Can I do anything to help?”

“Can you just stay with her, please? I’m fifteen minutes away. Is she outside the venue? God, I should have left with her.”

“We’re inside the venue. I passed her in the hallway and knew something was wrong.”

“Thank you, Eddie. I really appreciate you stopping to help her.” You glanced at the time on the dashboard and frowned. “If you're comfortable, she should have a bottle of klonopin in her bag, can you give her one. It will help with the attack.”

“One pill? Yeah. Yeah, okay.”

“I’ll be there soon. Please call me back if anything happens. Her password is 4687, it spells Got7.”

The man, Eddie laughed lightly and a smile pulled at your lips. Good to know the stranger had good taste in music.

“Security just got here, they want to move your friend to somewhere safer that is not out in the open. What’s your name? They can wait for you at the front of the venue.”

You gave your name to Eddie and hung up, determined to not crash as you sped towards the venue to help your friend. You reached the venue and parked, nearly crashing as you swerved into a spot. You made sure that you had your ID, phone and bag before you ran into the venue. You rushed past the long line of people waiting to get in and gave security your name as they tried to stop you from entering the building. 

“Right this way.” A guard led you into the building and you could hear the sound check starting up. You felt bad that your friend and the stranger, Eddie, were both missing it. The guard knocked on a door that had a do not enter sign on it and when the door opened you saw a young man that you didn’t know.

“Eddie?” You questioned and the guy smiled with a nod his head.

The two of you shook hands and you stepped inside the room. Your friend was curled into a ball on a couch with a bottle of her tucked into her lap. 

“Oh, sweetie.” You walked over and sat beside her. Silently, you pulled her into your arms and smoothed your hand over her hair while you kissed the top of her head. “Thank you, Eddie. I am so sorry that you missed part of the sound check. I can cashapp you for the trouble.”

Eddie waved you off as your friend started to cry into your shoulder. She muttered how embarrassed she was and you shushed her. She had nothing to be embarrassed about, these attacks happened to a lot of people and there was nothing wrong with it. Eddie chimed in with his two sense and your friend sighed. You helped her get herself together, thankfully you had some makeup in your bag and were able to touch her up. 

“Do you want to stay or go home?” You asked your friend and she wanted to stay. She would call it quits early if she felt another attack coming on. The guard from before led the three of you to the sound check and another guard gave you an upgraded ticket so that you could stay with your friend in case something happened. 

“The perks of being my emotional support human!” Your friend joked and you rolled your eyes as you melted into the crowd together with your new friend Eddie.

As people moved around, you slowly made your way to the front of the crowd and Eddie acted as your personal body guard as he made sure that no one touched your friend or got too close to her. You were thankful for him and the excitement for the actual concert started to hit once Jackson Wang disappeared from the stage. More people were let into the venue as the start time got closer and the same guard from before was in front of the barricade. He kept an eye on your friend and again you felt thankful for such kind people.

The whole venue was plugged into darkness and everyone screamed as the beginning note of 100 Ways started to play. Light slowly started to get brighter and smoke filled the stage before Jackson Wang himself appeared on stage. You thought your eardrums were going to bleed with how loud everyone had screamed. The set list was perfect, Jackson sang a lot of the songs that were your favorite. Your friend, Eddie and you sang along and danced your hearts out as Jackson threw his hips around on stage like no one business. The man looked good, dark make up on his face, silver blonde hair hung in his eyes and that black outfit…yeah mesh was made for him.

Water was thrown on the crowd, dancers interacted with those close to them and Jackson took a moment to address the crowd. His speech was nice, he spoke about himself, his hopes, his dreams and how he was feeling about himself nowadays. It was touching to know that he trusted everyone enough to share his thoughts and feelings so openly. After a few more songs, you noticed that Jackson had spotted someone. He kept coming over to your section of the crowd and interacted a lot more with those around you. Your friend touched his hand and you thought that she was going to die right there in front of everyone. Eddie was just as bad, the man almost dropped when Jackson tossed him a water bottle. 

You were happy that your friends were enjoying themselves. At some point Jackson disappeared from the stage and the whole place went nuts. You blinked and it seemed like he just popped up in your section right in front of the barrier. He stood in front of you and grinned as he adjusted the mic by his mouth.

“Hey. Do you have a boyfriend?”

Jackson looked right at Eddie and you laughed, “He’s a friend. No boyfriend.”

“Really?” Jackson sounded surprised and nodded his head before he waved his hand. “Come on up!” He watched as the guards helped you over the barrier and he took your hand in his once you were safely on the ground.

You had seen videos of Jackson online where he had pulled fans up on stage and danced with them. It was wild and sexy. It was something you had dreamed about many, many times and now it was your turn. You glanced over your shoulder to look back at your friends and they were foaming at the mouth. Jackson led you on stage as the notes to 'The Moment' started to play and placed you in a chair in the middle of the stage. The moment you sat down the beat dropped and Jackson Wang was body rolling in front of your face. The black mesh shirt he had on didn’t hide anything and you drank in every inch of his pecs, abs and the thin patch of dark hair and disappeared into his black dress pants. 

You felt hot, your face was warm and the music was so loud. Jackson was there in front of you and the next moment he wasn’t. He walked around you in a circle with the rest of his male dancers and you sat there numb and relaxed. So, he wanted to give a little dance, okay. Eye contact, and lots of it. Jackson didn’t look away from you once and you refused to back down from his challenge. He smirked as he dropped to his knees and body rolled slowly and when he rolled over and started humping the floor, his eyes were on you.

You bit your bottom lip and raised your eyebrow. Accepting your silent challenge, Jackson jumped to his feet and crowded your space. His legs were on either side of your thighs and he grabbed your face in his large hands. They burned your skin in the best way as he sang to you and booped your nose before he stepped away and started dancing again. The other dancers stroked your cheeks and winked at you as they moved about and you took it all in stride. A lap dance is a lap dance. Even if Jackson Wang was the one giving it, you weren’t going to back down.

Jackson came back in front of you and pulled you to stand up by your hand. The chair disappeared and it was just the two of you on stage dancing. He danced close, his body firm, sweaty and warm as he kept to the beat. You placed your hands on his shoulders and trailed them upward to the nap of his neck where you then fiddled with the ends of his hair and scratched your nails lightly against his skin. You felt Jackson shiver under your touch but his voice never wavered as he grabbed your hand and slid it down the length of his abdomen. He stopped just above his navel and you trailed your hands back, your fingers spread a little wider so that you could catch his nipple between them on purpose.

Jackson smirked and the song faded into 'Dead', where Jackson then grabbed your hand once again. He spun you around and pressed himself against your back as he sang in your ear. You felt his heart beating against your back and the warmth from his body seeped into your own. You were led into an open elevator and Jackson kept you close, as he pressed his forehead to yours, those icy blue contacts striking against his tanned skin tone. He continued to sing and you danced with him, giving the crowd more of a show than the rest of the fans that he pulled onto the stage.

You kept up with his body rolls and leaned into his touch. Your arms wrapped around the back of his neck as he sang, “So, hold on, are you really dead to the world? Slow down, you're not really dead to the world.” 

You swayed your hips to the beat as Jackson cupped your face in his hands softly, his thumb stroked the apple of your cheek. His hands went to your hips, his forearms rested on your sides while his hands hung respectfully above the small of your back. You hid your face in his shoulder and laughed which made Jackson rest his cheek against the side of your head.

“Right now, I'm about to take you to the house, be under covers, lovers, dead to the world. You told me never take your time in vain.”

The open elevator started to rise and you tightened your hold on him. You weren’t a huge fan of heights and your body tensed up a little. Jackson felt the tightness in your body and he pulled you into a hug as he finished out the song. His voice was strong and soothing in your ear as the elevator disappeared up out of sight. Jackson quickly turned his mic off and rubbed your back.

“I'm sorry. I didn’t ask if you were afraid of heights. Are you okay?”

“I’m good. I’ll be better back on the ground.” 

Jackson huffed a small chuckle and held you tightly as the elevator started to come down behind the stage.

“You can hang back here if you want or go back to your spot.”

“My friends-”

“They can come back too! I wouldn’t mind hanging with you all after the show…if you want?”

As the elevator touched the ground Jackson pulled away from you and you grabbed his hand. He looked down at your hand around his and back up at you.

“We would love to hang out after the show. I’ll be here.”

Jackson grinned and you let go of his hand as he turned and told one of the guards to grab your friends. Jackson rushed off for a quick outfit change and a staff member offered you a chair. You accepted it and waited for your friends to arrive backstage. You saw them before they saw you and you rushed to their side.

“Oh my God!”

“Bitch…what the fuck?!” 

Eddie and your friend were besides themselves as they gushed about how good you and Jackson looked together. You really didn’t mean to show out, you were just having fun. You didn’t want to waste a perfectly good opportunity to have fun, so you just enjoyed yourself and danced along. 

“We got invited to an afterparty…”

“What?!” Eddie and your friend were dumbfounded. An afterparty? W-With Jackson Wang?

“What? He thought I was cool, and you losers are cool by default.” 

Hard Hours: Different 🔞 requests

Vanish in the Rain - Sometimes the rain is your only comfort  😊 💔

Hold On: What starts out as a rough night morphs into the night of your life. 😊

New Man Ft. Namjoon - Social Media AU

Gif Fic 1 💔

Not In Love: Jackson loves you, but he’s not in love with you 💔

All Hands: Jackson is seen as a single father until his wife wakes up 💔

Say My Name: 𝖩𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝖶𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝖽𝗈𝗀, 𝗇𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝖺 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗐𝗈𝗅𝖿 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝖽𝗈𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝖸/𝖭. 𝖲𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝗎𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗂𝗌, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗍? 🔞🎀🦄

Twisted: Yandere!Jackson 🚬 💔

↳ Anything: 𝖳𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗀𝗈. 𝖩𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍…𝖨𝖿 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗇𝗈 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇. (Yandere!Jackson) 🚬 💔

Y/N watched from her spot on the side of the pool as Jackson swam the length of the pool with Essence on his back. Essence’s curls were now twisted together into matching box braids, keeping their hair protected and Jackson was smitten. He loved it when his ladies matched. Essence tried to braid Jackson’s hair, but it wasn’t long enough to stay put. The sun is high above the cruise ship as it sails through the water, making Y/N’s dark skin glow, a true beacon of unbothered. Laughter and chatter fill the air from all the people on the ship and Y/N smiles as the sun warms her body.

“Mommy! Come swim with us!” Essence shouts from her spot on Jackson’s back and Y/N fakes a yawn making Essence pout. Y/N smiles at her daughter and sets her book down, “Baba, mommy is gonna swim!” Essence pushes off Jackson’s back and doggie paddles over to the side of the pool.  The next few hours are spent in and out of the pool. It’s a day that the Wang family won’t forget.

In today’s news, Chinese K-pop Idol, Jackson Wang’s wife Y/N Wang was rushed to the hospital. While on vacation Y/N was being chased by a group of Sasaeng’s. It was during the chase that Y/N was stuck by a vehicle, and she is now in critical condition.

Tears stream down Jackson’s face as he clutches Essence in his arms. The little girl cried herself to sleep as she begged her mother to wake up. Jackson felt numb, h-how did this happen? He had been so careful with his planning. He made sure that only a handful of people knew about his family’s vacation. It had been a while since the three of them were able to get away and enjoy some family time…now…now Jackson can’t help but blame himself. Where did he go wrong? Who found out? Why did these young girls care so much about his personal life? It wasn’t like Y/N and Essence were a secret, everyone knew about his family, and they were received with open arms from his fans.  So why, why was Y/N here laying in a hospital bed in a country that they didn’t know much about?

The doctors all say that Y/N doesn’t show any signs of waking up, not yet at least. They will monitor here for a week and then transfer her to China, so Jackson can have his support system close by.

“Essie! Let’s go, you’ll be late to school!” Jackson shouts up the steps while he holds a green and purple covered bento box in his hands.

“I’m not going!” Essence yells down and Jackson’s mind goes into overdrive hearing the tears in his daughter’s voice. Dropping the lunch in his hands, Jackson takes the steps two at a time as he runs to his daughter’s room.

“W-what’s wrong, baby?” Jackson burst into Essence’s room and his heartbreak when he sees the little girl sitting in front of her mirror with a million broken hair ties and clips around her. There’s hair gel spilled on the yellow duck area rug, a broken comb lays by Jackson’s feet and he knows that Essence threw it. Jackson takes a deep breath and holds his hands out in front of him. “Okay…it’s okay Essie.” Jackson offers the tearful little girl a reassuring smile. “Let Baba help you.”

Essence eyes her father skeptically. She has never had Jackson do her hair and she isn’t sure that he even knows how to. Jackson rolls his eyes at the look that Essence gives him and walks over to her, “How hard can it be, huh? My hands are huge, so don’t worry.” Jackson tsks at Essence’s mess and turns his attention to her crazy puff of hair. Jackson tries to recall everything that Y/N told him about their daughter’s hair. Essence has thick hair and it’s very dry, always needs moisture. Jackson looks around for the squirt bottle that he sees Y/N use and he doesn’t see it. “Hold on.” Jackson walks into the bathroom and grabs a few things that he knows Y/N has used on Essence’s hair.

Stepping back into the room, Jackson grins, “Let’s get it!” Jackson tackles the task of doing Essence’s hair and in the end it’s a complete failure which leaves the poor girl in tears. Stepping out of the room, Jackson calls the school and asks for two more days…he just needs a little more time to adjust to doing this alone.

“I’m sorry Mr. Wang, but Essence has missed enough school. If you don’t want the cops to get involved, she needs to be here today…I am very sorry.”

Jackson groans as he hangs up the phone. His eyes burn and he quickly blinks away his tears. Now is not the time to cry, he needs to be strong. Essence needs him to be strong. Making a call to one of his stylists, Jackson recruits the older woman’s help to do Essence’s hair. The older woman comes to Jackson’s aid in less than thirty minutes and in only fifteen minutes she has styled Essence’s hair into a sleek and puffy mohawk.

The rise and fall of her chest, the endless beeping that follows the steady beat of her heart…it shows that Y/N is alive even though Jackson can’t believe it with his own eyes. His wife, his beautiful queen that he would worship day in and out…

Jackson’s hands shake as he slips them around Y/N’s motionless one. Her hand is chilled but still warm to the touch, another sign that she’s still alive. His fingers squeeze around Y/N’s hand and Jackson rests his head on her wrist as he lets out a long sigh, broken as his tears fall from his eyes. There is nothing silent about Jackson’s cries as he falls apart by his wife’s bedside. The weight of being alone is slowly crushing him, the demand to be the perfect dad in the public eye, to make no mistakes while he waits for you to wake up. He can’t do this, it’s too hard, he’s failing, and Essence is too sweet to say so.