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You hadn’t meant to fall asleep on the couch, but at some point between saving your document and the ringing of your phone, it had happened. The phone was lighting up the dark living room, Jackson’s name and the picture of the two of you taking up the screen. A smile erupted on your sleepy face as you tugged the hood of your jacket up to cover your messy hair.
“Hey, baby.” You greet, very obviously half asleep, rubbing your eyes with the cuff of the sweater. He sits in front of a big window, clearly at the airport, with his black mask pulled down to his chin.
“Hey, gorgeous, were you sleeping?” His voice is cheery, but you can tell it’s forced. Having been with him as long as you had, it was easy to tell when he was upset.
“Yeah, I fell asleep on the couch.” You confess with a small laugh, tucking a stray hair behind your ear. “What’s up?”
“Is that my hoodie?” He asks, completely ignoring the question. You glance down at the black hoodie, realizing it was.
“No.” He laughs, shaking his head.
“Don’t lie.” He chastises, wagging a finger at you, making you pout. “It’s fine; it just means it’ll smell like you when I get home.” He smiles softly, making your heart skip a beat.
“Is that Y/n?” Bambam’s voice erupts through your phone, and before Jackson can stop him, the phone is stolen from his hand, and Bambam’s face practically covers the camera. “Hey baby!” He greets, dodging Jackson as he tries to get the phone back, “How have you been, sweetheart?”
“I’m doing alright, Bammie.” You giggle as he darts away from your boyfriend.
“Have you missed us?”
“Of course.”
“I’m sorry you have to wait a little longer.” He frowns, and your heart immediately sinks.
“What?” Bambam stops moving, his face falling.
“Oh, sweetheart.” He mumbles as his phone is taken from his hand, “I’m sorry.”
“I was getting to that,” Jackson grumbles, glaring at the younger boy. He sighs deeply, finally looking at you.
“You aren’t coming home for Christmas?” Your voice is small, very obviously sad.
“I’m so sorry, baby. It’s storming like crazy right now. The flight’s been delayed.” You can’t stop the sadness that etches onto your face. Jackson and the boys were supposed to be on a plane from Chicago back to Korea, back to you.
“At least it’s only delayed.” You try to be hopeful about that, trying not to let the doubt creep in.
“That’s true.” Jackson grins, “And I’m going to do everything in my power to get to you. I will be there on Christmas.”
“Not even you can stop a storm, baby.” You smile softly as you say this, to which he scrunches his nose in distaste.
“Then I’ll shout at God.” He looks up. “You hear that old man?” He shakes his fist at the ceiling, “Let me see my girlfriend, you old bastard.”
“Jacks, you’re a fucking heathen, you know that?” You laugh, watching the love of your life as he continues shaking a fist at the sky.
“Only when you’re involved, gorgeous. Otherwise, I am a good Christian boy.” You both start laughing at his words, which doesn’t help your aching sides.
“Y/n!” Mark pops up over Jackson’s shoulder, grinning wildly. “Hey kid, I miss you.”
“You too, Mark.” You chuckle, trying to contain your laughter. “How are you?”
“I love you, but I am so sick of hearing about you. Jackson never shuts up about you.”
“Hey!” Jackson gasps, staring at his friend in shock, “You don’t have to tell everyone.”
“I figured. I am his partner, but I am sorry.”
”I accept your apology.” JayB starts, swiping the phone from Jackson’s hand, and walking away. “But if I hear one more drunk rant about your very sexy legs, we’re going to become Got6.”
“Is that Y/n?” You hear Jinyoung ask, and JayB turns, getting the other boys in the shot. “Hey, kid! How come you’re awake?”
“Yeah, it’s really late over there.” Youngjae comments.
“It is,” You nod. “But Jackson woke me up to tell me you might not be home for Christmas.” You frown, “And to think I was going to be making a bunch of food for you guys.”
“We’ll try to be home, but if Mother Nature has other plans.” JayB reasons, and you nod along.
“I know.”
“We’d never purposefully miss out on your food,” Yugyeom shouts, earning a flick on the temple from Mark.
“And we love you.” Mark prompts, to which everyone choruses the same.
“Well, I love Y/n the mostest.” Jackson grins, taking the phone back from his leader. He smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “You should try to get some sleep, baby. I’ll keep you updated, okay?”
“Okay.” You grumble, playing with the strings of your hoodie.
“I love you.” You can’t help but smile at his soft tone.
“I love you too.” You assure him, “Please be safe.”
“I will do my best. Get some sleep, baby.”
“I’ll try.”
“Bye, baby.”
“Bye, love.” You wave as he hangs up. When you’re finally able to set the phone down, you wipe at your cheeks furiously, hating how much you missed him. “How come Chicago needs a white Christmas?”
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You didn’t get much sleep. You couldn’t get comfortable; the bed suddenly seemed so much colder than before, and when you did manage to fall asleep, you were plagued with nightmares. You watched the sunrise through the bedroom window, squishing your face into his pillow. It didn’t smell like him anymore. You knew you weren’t going to be getting any more sleep; your mind was too awake, so you rolled over to grab your phone and finally find out who had messaged you.
From: Jacks
Merry Christmas babycakes! I love you!
You feel the corner of your mouth twitch upwards at the nickname, but it also makes your heart a little heavy too. With a sigh, you drop the phone on the bed and resign yourself to taking a shower. It wasn’t a long shower, just enough to wake up and wash your hair. You probably spent too long wrapped in a towel debating whether it was appropriate to make a drink this early in the morning or not. It had only been an hour by the time you had finished everything, including getting dressed and doing your hair, but when you opened the bedroom door, letting your cat into the main area of the apartment, your heart dropped.
Someone was in your house.
You could hear them rustling around in the living room, rifling through the presents waiting under the tree. With panic slowly setting in, you grab the bat by Jackson’s side of the bed and tiptoe out to the hall. Peeking around the corner, you can see the person kneeling down to play with the cat, their large black bag next to them, and their back to you. Raising the bat, you prepared to slam it into their head until they turned around.
There, with your cat in his arms and a bow stuck to his forehead, was Jackson Wang.
The bat drops from your hands, clattering to the ground and making your poor cat bolt from his arms. A grin explodes onto Jackson’s face when he sees you, the bow falling off his face.
“Hey baby! Merry Christmas.”
“Jackson Wang, I almost smashed your head in with a bat.” You nearly shriek, instantly moving forward to squish him in a hug.
“I missed you too, baby.” He chuckles.
“Why didn’t you warn me?” You grumble, pulling away to smack him in the arm. “You can’t just sneak in and not expect me to defend myself.”
“I was trying to surprise you. How come you’re awake so early?”
“I couldn’t sleep.” You confess, which has him shaking his head.
“Alright then, let me fix that.” He swoops down, scooping you onto his shoulder and marching down the hall.
“Put me down!” You order, smacking his butt lightly, “You’re going to drop me.”
“Oh no, I’m not.” Jackson assures you, flinging you down onto the bed and hovering over you, “Merry Christmas, Y/n.”
“Merry Christmas, dick.”