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One Million In One Day | 7

 GOT7 SugarDaddy!Jackson Wang x Reader + Park Jinyoung x Reader | Part 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 ? Characters: GOT7 Summary: His mother’s final wish is to see him be happy in a relationship, knowing that Jackson would be fine when she left him. But, damn, he didn’t have time for relationships, especially not since he was busy running his father’s billion dollar empire, thus the compromise: you. Word Count: 1k+ Warnings: Temper tantrums, stalking, TYPOS, etc.

Preview | Alternate Moodboard | Chapter 8 Teaser

A/N: I’m back after 2049 years. thank you for hanging in there uhm HAHHA

You’ll never believe it, but it was a success.

I blew a million in twenty four hours, and it was mostly used up on buying unnecessarily expensive clothing for my family and friends, and family friends, and friend’s family, and family friend’s family, and friend’s family friends, and paying off debt.

Needless to say I have acquired many expensive things and bought so many things I’ve always wanted to buy. I ended up donating all the clothes I did not really particularly care for to a charity, and a few couple bucks as well.

Another needless thing to mention is that I have never thought impulse buying would be so stressful, yet oddly relaxing at the same time.

Today I drove to school with Mark, whose car I payed off by the way.

It was no big deal. It wasn’t like it was a Ferrari. It was a Ford he had initially bought anyway. Unrelated note, I even bought his dog a Gucci cape.

Nari also knows about my engagement because of how many things I brought home at once. I thought it would be bad if I told her, but oh my goodness she was probably too supportive over everything that was going on.]

The funny thing about today is that I don’t have pocket money.

Mark and I laughed about it so hard.

I’m not worried though. I bought food at home anyway, and can walk back from school or hitch another ride with Mark.

Mark and I walked to class together, and on our way I saw Jinyoung.

I called for him and waved my hands, ready to run up to him. When he didn’t react, I figured he couldn’t hear me, so I just jogged up to him, knowing Mark would follow anyway.

“Jinyoung-ah,” I called once I was in front of him. I was taken aback when he grunt and pushed past me. I knit my brows and went in front of him once more, raising my hands to my sides to block his path. “Jinyoung.”

He scoffed and rolled his eyes, placing his hand on my shoulder, pushing me away, “Don’t talk to me.”

I felt my stomach drop at his words. By then Mark was here, pulling a face out of confusion. “Ya, what’s up?”

Jinyoung whips his head back and snaps, “What’s up?! What’s up is that I can’t trust my friends because they lie to me and go behind my back.”

I pull my head back, “What? We don’t lie to you Jinyoung!”

“Ha!” Jinyoung heaves in annoyance, “That’s another lie!”

At this point, he’s practically fuming red with anger. Mark tries to make him calm down by placing a hand on his shoulder but this only makes Jinyoung snap and shove Mark off. “Don’t you two dare talk to me in class.”

I huffed and let him walk away. Mark and I turn to each other, “He couldn’t be talking about... the money, right?”

Mark knits his brows deeply and shakes his head, “I don’t think Jinyoung would be upset about something like that.” He turns to me, “What’d you do?”

I pull my head back, “What’d I do? What’d you do?”

“I don’t do anything, remember? I literally sleep all day everyday. You on the other hand have a sugar daddy,” Mark says, whispering the last words.

I give him a look and slap his arm, “Shut up, there is no way he knows about that.”

Mark shakes his head, “Whatever you say, darling.”

Gosh, I hate it when Mark starts making sense.

All throughout the class, I couldn’t focus on Mr. Choi talk about truth. Instead my eyes were basically burning a hole behind Jinyoung’s head. It didn’t mean he turned back at all however.

STFU TUAN: he’s ignoring my texts

I huff and turn to Mark who was across the room due to the fact we arrived late and there were no longer any seats.

I try to text Jinyoung as well.

My heart skips a beat when my phone vibrates, but alas, it’s only Mark sending me a picture of myself from across the room.

STFU TUAN: u are so whipped

STFU TUAN: i feel so bad

I roll my eyes and ignore his text.

STFU TUAN: don’T VISIBLY IGNORE ME TOO!!!

At this point, Mark is blowing up my phone with keyboard smash. I huff and roll my eyes. I should not have paid for his phone bill.

Once it gets too much, I decide to finally reply too him. I open my phone only to see that I received a text from another contact.

Jackson Wang: Are you available today for a date?

I turn to Jinyoung, and suddenly, everyone in the room is standing up as apparently class was over. I scramble to my feet and look to see if Jinyoung was still there, but knowing how he gets when he’s upset, I catch him when he’s almost bolted out of the door.

I huff and find Mark walking towards me.

“So what’s the plan?” Mark asks once he’s in front of me. I huff and turn to my phone when it vibrates again.

Jackson Wang: Are you busy?

“Who’s that?” Mark asks and I ignore him to reply.

Me: i still have classes

“Oh my gosh, is that sugar da--” “I told you just call him sugar!”

Mark’s eyes widen and then he gets all smug, “You slick.”

I roll my eyes.

Jackson Wang: What time to you finish?

Me: about two hours from now

Jackson Wang: ALright.

Jackson Wang: Meet me here *photo attached*

Jackson Wang: Or should  i pick you up?

Me: Its fine ill go by myself.

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“Over here,” I hear a voice say when I enter the restaurant. Upon seeing a sharply dressed Jackson Wang smiling, I couldn’t help but smile back as I walked over to him. He stands from his seat by the window and greets me when I get close enough.

But the hug I was expecting, turned out to be a kiss on my cheek. I feel my cheeks burn slightly.

Jackson pulls away and smiles, “Sorry.” He speaks in a low voice, “I think there are a few people hanging out here, trying to make sure you’re my real girlfriend.”

I raise my brows and move my head slightly to turn back, but Jackson cuts me off my saying, “Dior looks good on you.”

I freeze upon hearing that and stutter, “How-how’d you--”

“You get used to it. Also, there’s a subtle logo around here?” Jackson says, rubbing his chest, which makes me mimic and realize he’s been looking at my-- “Have you eaten yet?” he asks, breaking my train of thought.

I look at him and expect him to speak again, but find myself trailing off a “No,” instead.”

“Oh you haven’t eaten lunch yet?”

He then escorts me to the counter side and we stand to look at the menu... I guess. Jackson has his arm over my shoulder. He leans in. I feel goose bumps form around me when I feel his breath against my neck. “Don’t be concerned about them though, they’re just sent by some nosy relatives or friends.”

Once he pulls away, I clear my throat and find myself turning to him. Once his eyes meet mine, thinking of him seeing my probably flushed face made me panic and hide it... on his chest.

Jackson chuckles, and decides to embrace me and coo, “So sweet.”

He sounds like a natural. He must’ve had tonnes of girlfriends... or tonnes of fake ones. I can’t help but feel all sour over that, which is why I pull back and turn to him, “I want some chicken.”

He nods, “Then chicken you shall have.”

After ordering, we go back to our seats and I get a picture of just how pretty this restaurant is. Jackson notices me looking around, and so he asks, “You like it?”

“Yeah, it’s so instagram aesthetic.”

He laughs a little too amused at that, and so I turn to him with a questioning look. Jackson smiles, “I’m glad you think so, because I’m just about to take millions of photos of you and post them on instagram.” With that said, he pulls out his phone, “Of course, it you don’t mind.”

I hesitate to answer but find myself thinking I probably don’t have a choice. I then nod and do a peace sign, which makes Jackson squeal in pleasure, “AH CUTE!”

Jackson then pulls out his phone and takes rapid-fire photos of me. The shutter on his phone goes off so many times, I got all flustered as I was only striking one pose.

“Should I...” I say, changing poses.

“You’re doing great, sweetheart.”

I turn to Jackson behind his phone and give a dumbfounded look, “You’re not helping.”

Jackson doesn’t care and continues taking photos. I purse my lips and raise my hands, “M’kay, that’s enough photos for now.”

Jackson chuckles then begins to shake his head with a pout, “Nuh-uh, we have to take a selca first.”

I raise my brows at him and he begins to walk over. He then bends down and puts his forehead against mine, free hand going to my neck. He gives a smile to the camera and says “selca!” I turn to his phone and find myself visibly uncomfortable.

I try to give a smile, but I end up screwing my eyes shut and breaking away with a nervous laugh.

Jackson straightens up at that and chuckles at my reaction, “Alright. That’s enough for now. Don’t want you turning into a tomato on me.”

After eating, Jackson and I decided to walk around, arm linked together.

“How did you get here?”

I turn to him to see him looking down on me. “Taxi,” I quickly reply and turn away.

Jackson nods, “You should buy a car after this.”

All at once, the anxiety of spending money comes back, and then I find myself thinking of Jinyoung. I sigh, “I can’t drive.”

Jackson nudges me slightly and gives an amused face, “I’ll teach you.”

I can’t help but smile at him and shrug, “Alright.”

Jackson feels victorious and agrees, “It’s a date.”

At this point, we end up in this pretty neighborhood with pretty front yards and pretty porches. I couldn’t help but audibly note on this, “Look at that pretty house!”

“You’re prettier.”

I snort and shove Jackson when he says this. He chuckles and sidesteps due to impact. And because we’ve broken away, I got to look back behind us. I noticed that there were a bunch of guys who I recognized where from the restaurant.

I tense and move back close to Jackson, “They’re following us.”

He shakes his head, “Don’t mind them. We’re not doing anything wrong, except probably being young and in loooove.”

I cringe at Jackson and pinch his side. Yet again he seems awfully amused with himself. “If this is what it’s like dating you, I’m glad I’m not.”

Jackson pouts out in a frown, “Meanie! Also too bad because we are dating.”

I narrow my eyes at him, “Yeah, yeah, only until you’re tired of me though.”

The man’s demeanor visibly shifts, “That’s... not a nice thing to say.”

For a moment we look at each other and stop our walking. I suddenly feel bad for saying such a thing, though it may be true. “I...” but Jackson’s screech of a laugh cuts me off short, “Your face!”

I let out a breath and contort into annoyance, “well harty-har-har.”

Jackson is still catching his breath when I start walking again.

“Hey hold on.” 

Once he catches up with me, he places his hand on my shoulder again, “So tell me about your day? Has it been good, I mean, beside going out on a date with me.”

I want to give a sassy reply, but when I think back at what happened with Jinyoung, I end up saying something else, “It’s bleh.”

The man frowns, “Why is that? Is business math killing you.”

I can’t help but chuckle, “No... it’s fine.”

“NOOO TELL ME!”

“Jackson, it really isn’t.”

“Tell me!” Jackson exclaims in a screamo voice and I turn to him with an annoyed expression, “Geez, fine. I had a fight with my best friend.”

“Hmmmm, is it... the Jinyoung guy.” Jackson says warily.

My heart skips for multiple reasons at the thought that he remembers that. I nod in reply.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Honestly, he’s probably just being a drama queen. It’s his specialty. Doesn’t mean I’m not concerned though. He just as an awful way of coping, and his temper doesn’t help with it.”

Jackson nods upon hearing this, “Well, don’t worry too much about him then. You said he does this a lot so I’m sure he’ll come around.”

I nod at his words and he give me another pout, “hey, don’t go frowning on me.”

I proceed to force a smile. Jackson coos at this and pinches my cheeks, “Aw sooooo cute!” He then looks far off behind me, “Hey, you want some ice cream.”

I perk up like a child on Christmas morning. He laughs as I nod with enthusiasm. I proceed to run off to the stand. Jackson takes an opportunity to take a photo of the incident. When I turn back and see what he is doing, I cover my face and yell behind my hands, “Stop it!”

Jackson laughs lowly and says to himself, “I really can’t.”

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One Million In One Day | 6

GOT7 SugarDaddy!Jackson Wang x Reader + Park Jinyoung x Reader | Part 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 ? Characters: Jackson Wang (+ other Got7 members in future) Summary: His mother’s final wish is to see him be happy in a relationship, knowing that Jackson would be fine when she left him. But, damn, he didn’t have time for relationships, especially not since he was busy running his father’s billion dollar empire, thus the compromise: you.

Word Count: 3k+

Warnings: class discrimination, slight degradation, TYPOS, ex boyfriends, etc.

Preview | Alternate Moodboard

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Jackson and I were driving back home. The bright bickering we had on our first ride was gone, and I was genuinely concerned for him. There were two reasons why exactly, 1) he could be upset because one of the snobbby businessmen told him off. Honestly, everyone at the party looked pretty scary, even Bambam, though he was quite nice to me. Or 2) he was upset because I helped the crying child, which I knew may have been too out of charcter for these high-noses, but come on! She looked like she couldn't even run yet, what did he expect me to do.

I huffed, honestly, if he was upset over the latter, that was saying a lot.

"Jackson... are you okay?"

As if I pulled him out of a spell, he turned to me and hummed, off guard.

I pursed my lips and repeated my question.

He kept his eyes on the road when he replied, "Ah, yeah. Just thinking. Parties usually tire me out, esspecially if political moves are played."

I looked at him and decided to believe it. I mean, it didn't seem like a lie. I'm sure it was tiring. I didn't know him well enough to argue otherwise anyway.

"So here's what's gonna happen," Jackson inhaled sharply, "The card I gave you?"

I nodded and pulled it out from the purse Hani lent me.

Jackson nodded as well, "It's wired to an anonymous account, or a burner account if you will. I bought a small bank just for this and how much I put in will only be valid for an exact and entire 24 hours. Got that? What time do you want the clock to start?"

I gulped, "Ni- uh, n-- 10 o'clock. Am."

The man nodded, "10. On the dot."

I nodded back, slowly.

"Okay then."

After, Jackson made a quick call during a red light, and the next thing I knew I was in front of my house. I turned to him and offered a soft smile when he turned back to me.

"Uhm... so I guess I'll just wash this and give it back next--" "What?" Jackson blurted, cutting me off. He began to chuckle and narrow his eyes in amusement, "Ah, jagiya, you don't have to give back anything. Those are yours now."

My eyes widened, "Ya... this... this wasn't part of the deal..."

Jackson laughed softly, "No worries. Remember, I'm your filthy rich sugar daddy. This is really nothing."

"Oh my gosh, Jackson," I sighed, pulling an uncomfortable face, feeling my cheeks burn. At this point, Jackson bloomed into brightness, seemingly reverting to his usual self.

"Really, it's fine."

"But," I sighed, "I have no where to wear this."

He threw his head back in laughter, "Baby, you can wear this anywhere. It really suits you."

I shook my head in defeat, opting to just bid him a goodbye because I knew it'd be pointless to argue otherwise. I got out of the car and waved as he drove off. I huffed and went inside.

Gosh I hope Nari isn't here.

Lo and behold, my apartment was empty. I hummed in appreciation. Hopefully, by the time someone starts catching on, Jackson and I will no longer be in the middle of this.

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"MARK! Mark, thank goodness. I- I- I think I'm having a panic attack. Can-- c-can you come over right now. I'm... in my apartment."

Exactly 12 minutes passed when a red hoody, jeans, and worn out sneakers clad Mark Tuan came banging on my door. I shuffled in my old pajamas and ripped off the faded blanket off me. I ran to the door and immediately sealed Mark into a tight embrace when I saw him. 

"Oh my gosh, what the hell happened? Do you want me to call an ambulance? Your parents? Jinyoung?" "NO!" I shrieked, pulling away from him, heaving.

Mark raised his hands in concern and shook his head in disagreement. "Okay. Okay."

I wiped my face and sat on the floor, "I need-- I need to tell you something."

Mark crouched down before me.

"Okay-" breathing, "I need to be-" breathing, "completely honest with you first," breathing.

Mark nodded and placed his hands on my shoulders, sitting in front of me.

"I tried to call Nari first, but I think she's too busy trying to flirt with Mr. Choi or something to pick up, and then I thought of calling Jinyoung," I inhale sharply, "but I just can't. I can't call him. I can't tell him this." I start hyperventilating again.

Mark snickered, "And so you called me. I get it. I'm not your first choice. No need to rub it in."

"Mark! That's not what i'm trying to getting at."

He nodded and laughed, "I know, loser. Just get to the point."

I exhaled and nodded, "I have a sugar daddy."

Mark looked at me and blinked. For a moment he debated internally, then spoke up. "Sorry, what?"

"I have a sugar daddy!" I exclaim and begin to explain from the very beginning.

"Is this legal?"

"... yeah."

"Homaygahd." he blurts and suddenly starts to panic.

"Mark, you're supposed to hElP mE!1"

"Hol'up!" He raises both his hands in the air, "you're telling me your problem is you don't know what to spend with a million bucks?!" He chuckles in disbelief, "Literally anYTHING BABY GIRL!"

"Don't call me baby girl!"

Mark laughs his high pitched on. "Okay, my first thought was to buy a video game but then my conscience said pay off my student loans first-- or I mean at least yours."

I huffed and nodded, "Yes I know-- my student loans AND your student loans."

He smiles widely.

"But there's still a lot of money Mark."

"... what about like, Nari's and Jinyoung's."

"Nari doesn't have student loans... and, if we pay for Jinyoung's, I'd have to tell him, and we established how you got here in the first place."

"Uhhhh, I'm pretty sure he wouldn't judge you for getting a million bucks just for going out with some rich guy."

I rolled my eyes, "That's not the point. I--I'm not ready to tell him. Maybe... I dunno, like, the second date."

Mark gasps, "Are you for real! Will he really pay you another one six zeroes?!?"

I groan, "I know I shouldn't rely on this, but I assume that there will be more dates in the future, so I'm kinda just trying to make a strategy on how to get rid of all this money first."

Mark nodded and we pondered for a moment. 

"Ugh! Mark, we literally have a count down. It starts at 10, on the dot."

"It's 9:45! Chill, we have time to think!"

"Not that much time!"

"I know, I know!"

We both laid on the floor in frustration and ponder. "I got it, how about we buy a million lotto tickets so that when we win, you won't have to panic about it!"

I punched his shoulder, he whined, "Literally, I already one the lottery, dumb-ass! 10 times over since I probably will reach ten dates with this dude."

"Damn. I wanna sugar daddy too."

"Mark!"

"What?! I want things!"

I quickly sat up, "Then let's just-- buy these things... let's just splurge."

I stood up and ran to my laptop, sitting on the chair in front of my desk, groaning when it loaded slowly. "Okay, first order of business, I'm buying a new damn laptop."

"I want one too!"

I huffed, "Fine."

Mark giggle like a child form behind me. "This is so cool! We can literally buy everything we want!"

"Yeah, but first, let's do the math." I opened a bunch of applications and screeched at the slow internet. "Okay, #2, a better internet plan." Mark chuckled. I pointed, "Post paid."

"Let's do the math." I started listing down all the things we needed to pay first. We reached a fairly high about with out debts and laptops and internet plan to begin with, but it was still a joke against how many zeros we have left.

Assuming we didn't find an open bank today, because it was Sunday, we came to an agreement to stop at a certain amount, so we can pay tomorrow. I mean the 24 hours end at 10 am tomorrow.

"Okay. So," I turned to Mark and raised my hands, "we can buy whatever we want now!"

Mark and I cheered and hugged each other. "LAPTOP!" Mark screamed.

---

"Remind me again why we need to check?"

"Because! I don't want to buy a laptop and be invested in it only to be told my black card doesn't work."

"Didn't you say you trusted Jackson?"

"DUdE!" I whisper-yelled at Mark, "don't just say his name casually like that. Call him, uhm, sugar."

Mark held back a chuckle, "Right, for sugar daddy?"

I shushed him and pinched his side as we walked into the convenience store. He whined, and I defended myself, "It could be a dog name."

He rubbed the part of him I pinched, "Right. Kinky."

I shot him a look. Mark gulped. 

"Do you want a laptop or not?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Then shut up while I buy some candy."

Mark shrugged and I went up to the counter to purchase a chocolate bar. The cashier told me the price and turned to me. I nodded and handed her my card. She turned to it and shrugged, swiping it in.

A few moments later, she turned to me and handed me my receipt.

I smiled widely and turned to Mark, just to see him grinning with a literal handful of junk food. I rolled my eyes, "put it back, Mark."

"But--"

"We can eat at a buffet or something."

"Uh ma'am." the clerk called as I moved to walk away. I held my breath and turned to her. "Sign this please." 

I let out a breath. "Yeah, yeah, sure."

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"AW FUCK!" Mark whined, stopping in his tracks, fidgeting in his place.

I licked some of the strawberry ice cream off my lips and whipped my head to Mark. "What?! What?"

Mark turned to the newly bought, shiny, black, fur collared leather jacket on him that was atop his satin button up. He pulled out a tissue from his well fitted slacks and stomped his new high tops.

"I got ice cream on my Gucci."

I looked at him as he wiped off the sugary liquid off his brand new clothes.

Once he turned to me, we blinked at each other and started laughing.

"Oh wow, I can't believe that came out of your mouth."

Mark sucked in a breath, "I know, yikes."

Suddenly, someone called my name. I turned around and saw the past person i wanted to see right now. 

I wanted to scoff, but I decided not to. "Jaebum."

He walked up to me and I crossed my arms.

Jaebum, I think, didn't even notice Mark behind me, as he was too busy swallowing my appearance. I mean, maybe it was too much that I was wearing an dark blue, ankle length, spaghetti strap dress with silver kitten heels, but... Mark said it was fine... and, and it didn't matter. I thought I looked fine.

"Wow, you look... you look good," Jaebum noted.

I nearly scoffed and turned to Mark firm over my shoulder, motioning that he give me a second.

"About last time-" "Let me stop you there." 

I crossed my arms. "I get it. Finally, after all his time," I handed him my empty ice cream cone, "you finally realized what you missed." I placed my hands on his cheeks and proceeded to fix his hair, "but I'm over you JB."

I breathed in heavily and  flashed him a wide smile. "Move on."

With that I turned over my shoulder and gave Jaebum one last look before walking passed him.

Mark followed after, snickering, "Yoooooo, that was badass."

"Better believe it, babe."

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One Million In One Day | 10 (Final)

GOT7 SugarDaddy!Jackson Wang x Reader + Park Jinyoung x Reader | Part 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 Characters: GOT7 Summary: His mother’s final wish is to see him be happy in a relationship, knowing that Jackson would be fine when she left him. But, damn, he didn’t have time for relationships, especially not since he was busy running his father’s billion dollar empire, thus the compromise: you. Word Count: <2k Warnings: Stalking, fighting, cursing, mentioning of illness, TYPOS, etc.

A/N: I literally said I was planning to finish this soon, but guess what HAHHAHAH THAT DIDN'T HAPPEN. I-- Anyway, to @tia-m94, @aquietkerfuffle SKSKSKS here it is. Also maybe actually listen to the song reader begged to play in this chappie lol

Dance, Dance by Fall Out Boy was going to be playing in the club. Why? Because I crawled over to the DJ and wept, begging him to play it. Why I was emotional about it: yes. I was just- yes. Y'know?

Yes.

It was why Nari, at that point, had disowned me. Also Mark, he disowned me too... although I don't actually remember if he was with us at this time.

I did remember where Jinyoung was though. I squint and looked out in the crowd for him.

I was wearing a sparkly violet dress and killer pumps, as in they were killing my feet. I was warned not to remove them though by the sour man watching me, over there with a sweater on and skinny jeans. Who wears sweaters in a dance club?

I mean it's fine, he was kinda cute. Like hecka cute. 10/10 cute you know. Would ask him out.

I finally spot him from where he sat in one of the tables by the bar. I wave at him. He sees me and waves back. I wipe the tears from my face and thank the DJ for promising to play the song for me and make my way to the cute man in a plain-ass lumpy sweater.

"What did the DJ say?" Jinyoung asks me, standing up from the stool and helping me sit.

"Well, first of all, I told him my boyfriend was really mean because he told me I couldn't take these uncomfortable shoes off."

Jinyoung sighs, "I told you to wear sneakers so we wouldn't have this conversation, but you insisted on 'looking hot.'"

I am offended by the air quotes he says.

"I so too am hot, you worthless piece of-" but my face is suddenly in his hands and my lips are being peppered by kisses. He lightly brushes his lips on mine and wipes he side of it, "Ye, ye, I didn't mean it like that, and you know it, pabo. You're absolutely stunning most of the time."

I blink, most-of-the-time doesn't sit right with me, but I'm not really sure why... "I feel like I should still fight with you."

Jinyoung chuckles then raises his brows and points, "Isn't that your song?"

I take a moment and listen. I then promptly freak out and nod. I instantly grab Jinyoung by the hand and drag him out. Once he's on his feet, he scolds, "up, up, up, up, up. What did we talk about earlier?"

I whine, "What is it this time?"

Jinyoung looks me in the eye, "after this song we...?"

I groan, "we go home! Ugh, what a party pooper."

"Just making sure we're on the same page, baby girl."

I make a face and poke Jinyoung's belly, "oooh, am I your baby girl?"

He chuckles and hums. He pulls his hand away from mine to place his arm around my shoulders, "More like shit-faced, childish adult."

I give him a look, "let's break up."

"Ah," he boops my nose, "when you're not under the influence, m'kay? For now, let's dance."

And so dance we did, if you think of flailing your arms and shaking your rump was dancing. But of course it is though.

Jinyoung, as exasperated as he was, actually enjoyed dancing with me, I think. I mean he seemed to be enjoying himself. He had his hands clenched and his arms folded, shaking as if he held two maracas. And I, when I wasn't head banging, I was lovingly looking at him.

"I'm glad that you're my boyfriend."

Jinyoung didn't seem to hear me because he just continues doing his dad-ish dancey-dance. I was about to say it again, but then his eyes catch something and he point at the direction, "Isn't that Jackson?"

"Jackson?" I scrunch my nose, "Jackson who?"

"Jackson Wang, babe. You're sugar daddy."

I take a moment to think about what he said. Jinyoung looks at me and raises a brow. He chuckles, "you're so shitfaced. Jackson's the one who bought us tickets to the Olympics? Got me a job in Seoul? Got you a job in Seoul?"

I wipe my nose, "Well, I know Michael Jackson."

Jinyoung sighs, "come on, let's say hi. Your song's almost over."

The next thing I know, Jinyoung's grabbing my hand and leading me off to the side.

Jackson, who had seen us, wasn't actually with anyone tonight. Bambam actually owned the club, and he had yet to show up. He found the dancing spectacle pretty amusing but there was a this thing in his chest, like something was biting his heart.

Oh fuck, they're coming over.

Jinyoung calls out. Jackson looks over and pulls on a smile, "Aye, Park Jinyoung." They do a bro shake.

I turn to the man in shade and wonder why he's wearing shades indoors, so I ask, "why are you wearing shades indoors?"

Jinyoung sighs. Jackson's lips part in thought, "they look cool?"

The sweater man shakes his head, "she's shitfaced. She cried over this song and doesn't remember who you are. You know know how she gets when she's drunk."

"I'm not drunk!"

Jackson clenches his fist, thinking, how do I still think she's cute when she doesn't remember me when she's drunk?

"Sure," Jinyoung says, turning to man sat alone in the booth, "you with anyone tonight, Seunie?"

I perk up, "Seunie's here?"

Jackson places his head in his hand and turns to Jinyoung, "I'm waiting for Bambam."

Jinyoung chuckles, "don't wait up."

Jackson laughs softly, "I'm giving him a few more minutes"

"That's what I said last time. Bam's excuse was so bad too."

"Stuck in traffic?"

"Stuck in traffic."

"Wait, where's Seunie?" I whine. Jinyoung looks at me and points, "there's your beloved Seunie."

Jackson freezes.

I turn to him and pout, "why are you wearing shades indoors?"

Jinyoung sighs. He takes my face in his hands and mouths slowly, "stay with Jackson. I need to pee."

"I don't need to pee though."

"Which is why you should stay with Jackson."

"But why?"

Jinyoung turns to Jackson and Jackson nods, "it's okay dude, I got it."

Jinyoung takes his leave.

Jackson moves closer, "so, Seunie?"

I turn to him and tilt my head, "Seunie?"

"He's your friend."

"He's my best friend. I love him."

Jackson clears his throat, "but you said you don't know who Jackson Wang is?"

"MmMmm, nope," I pop the p.

Jackson chuckles, "don't do that?"

"Do what?"

He takes a moment to respond. He mutters softly under his breath, "make me want to steal you away."

"Habudabibittiy-doo," I repeat his words.

Jackson sighs.

For a moment, I sit with shades guy in silence until he speaks up again, "He likes you a lot."

"Likes who?"

"You."

"Who likes me?"

"Jackson Wang."

I think for a moment, "Seunie?"

Jackson stills. He debates the consequences. He chuckles, knowing how bad these drunk episodes were. He clarifies the indifference in the question, "Yeah, I, Seunie, like you. So, so much."

"He said that?"

He nods, "he told me."

I blink and nod, "I like him too."

Jackson shakes his head. What a joke. He continues, "Jackson likes you in a way Jinyoung does, but sadder."

I pout my lips, "Sadder? I don't like it when Seunie is sad. He's sad because he misses his mom"

He pushes his shades up his forehead, "He's not sad about liking you like that. He's sad in a way he wants to be the one to bring you home when you're drunk and hold you when you sleep."

"He... felt like that?"

"He felt it when you went on dates, even though they were fake. He feels it until now."

I look at the man and see sadness in his eyes, "don't cry."

He gives a sad laugh, "I'm not sad, I'm happy for you. You glow when you're with him and he glows because of you. When we started hanging out with him, I thought he talked about you to grind my gears, but he just really loves you. I'm glad he does."

"Then why do you look like you're about to cry?"

"It still hurts."

"I'm back," Jinyoung suddenly said. He looks between us and says, "damn, you look like you're about to pass out, both of you."

Jackson clicks his tongue, "I'm tired of waiting from Bambam."

"Well, we're going home too. You need a ride?"

"Nah. I bought my car."

"Good. I really didn't feel like driving across the city for you."

Jackson rolls his eyes, chuckling, "same for you two."

"Not for her though, right? Anything for her," Jinyoung says, looking at Jackson with a smile, then to me, "come on, pabo." He turns around and gathers my arms. He bends down and pulls me up behind him.

"See you next week, Jackson," Jinyoung says. Jackson nods. They have a executive meeting tomorrow. Jinyoung was quickly rising above the ranks. As proud he felt, he felt a little jealous too. He really had not fault to him, huh?

He puts his shades back down and raises a glass, "I'll finish this one."

"Don't drink too much."

"Just the one."

He watches as Jinyoung walks away. He watches her nuzzle against him. He looks to his glass, "anything for her.

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One Million In One Day | 9

GOT7 SugarDaddy!Jackson Wang x Reader + Park Jinyoung x Reader | Part 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 Characters: GOT7 Summary: His mother’s final wish is to see him be happy in a relationship, knowing that Jackson would be fine when she left him. But, damn, he didn’t have time for relationships, especially not since he was busy running his father’s billion dollar empire, thus the compromise: you. Word Count: <2k Warnings: Stalking, fighting, cursing, mentioning of illness, TYPOS, etc.

A/N: HI IT”S BEEN SO LONG BUT HERE IT IS HKASHFKAFA

I’m tagging @tia-m94 because, well, she wanted to be HAHA, and I was looking for all the other messages I got about updating this but I can’t seem to find them, so yeah, if you wanna be tagged in the last chapter just ell me cos I’m actually planning on posting that soon as well.

It’s been two weeks since Jinyoung stopped talking to us, and I’ve had enough of it. He’s neither replied to my or Mark’s texts while clearly holding his phone in class, so obviously he wants us to know that he’s ignoring us.

Once Mr. Choi says class dismissed, I grabbed my things and jogged over to the other side of the room for him. He was still fixing up his things when I arrived and the blank expression he had somehow fell.

I move over to him once his row is cleared and call out to him, “Jinyoung.”

Much unlike him, he takes all his things and shoves it into his bag, out of spite. But it was too unlike his nature. He sighs and begins to fix it inside, not paying attention to me.

“I’m sorry that I upset you.”

Jinyoung glares at me, “you’re sorry? For what?”

I bite my lower lip and huff, “Jinyoung... please don’t be like this.”

Jinyoung scoffs, “you still don’t get it, do you.”

“Could you please just tell me? I don’t like becoming your enemy.”

“Do you? From what I can tell you don’t care at all for me.”

I pull back from his tight remark and frown, “how could you say that...”

Jinyong's eyes are on fire as he watches my expression in disgust, “You can’t play with me, just because we’re friends.”

“I’m not playing with you," I manage weakly.

Jinyoung rolls his eyes and finally fixes all his things and storms past me. I let him have a head start and run after him right after.

The moment I caught up with him, I grab onto his arm and blurt, “there’s only one thing I can think of... but I have no idea how you’d know.”

Jinyoung finally stops and turns to me.

I feel my feel tears well up in my eyes and I pull him to the side. Jinyoung looks down at me as I fiddle my fingers. I scratch my eyes and turn to him, finding he dawned a different expression on his face.

“Do you know about..." I suck in a breath and whisper, "my sugar daddy?"

Jinyoung clenches his jaw for a moment, then lets out a breath, “... yes. I saw him take you out in his sports car when I was supposed to come over. I was already outside your door when I called.”

I bite my lower lip.

Jinyoung clenched jaw, "you lied to me that day. You said you were going to sleep in all day. You even had the audacity to say you had fun with me the day before."

I turn to him, hot tears streaming down my face. I desperately reason out, "but I did Jinyoung. I love hanging out with you no matter where or when."

Jinyoung turns away from me and I begin to feel like the world was staring at me at this point. I turn to my feet in shame and embarrassment.

"Then why did you lie?" Jinyoung starts again, not caring if the world could hear, "between your teeth, in front of my face? And you told Mark though, so it infuriates me even more."

I suck in a breath for courage and grab his hand, "can we talk at my apartment, please. Give me a chance to explain."

I dread that he will rip him hand away from me and spit at my face. But instead, he grips my wrist and sighs, leading me off.

When we get there, Jinyoung's keen eye notices all the differences in the place. He doesn't miss to note on it bitterly, "wah, you bought an oven too. How cute."

I frown and turn to him, "ya... I did it for you okay."

Jinyoung looks at me, bewildered, caught off guard.

I whine and wipe my face. I drop my bag to the floor and push the thought of missing class today away, "I bought an oven so we could make cheesecake, because I just like you so damn much. And I didn't mean to hurt you. I didn't mean for you to see Jackson. And I had to tell Mark because I had to spend all the money he gave me or else I would lose it."

Jinyoung shakes his head and hands, "wait don't tell me the story like this. Tell me from the beginning, from the very start till now."

And so I do.

By the end of it, Jinyoung and I are sitting on the couch with an awkwardly small gap between us. I don't know what was going through his mind now, but what I did know was that he wasn't happy.

"So what, you're going to keep doing this? What if he asks you to marry you for the sake of his mom?"

I furrow my brows, "Jinyoung, he wouldn't do that. And besides, I think he won't ask me to come over anymore."

"But if he does, will you go?"

"... I can't just leave him."

Jinyoung turns sour, "you most definitely can. You have nothing in writing."

"But he's like a friend now..."

He scoffs, "so you like this Jackson guy?"

I bitterly reply without turning to him, "it's like you want me to make a neon sign that I like you, Jinyoung."

When he doesn't give a sassy retort, I feel my insides grind in fear. I manage to turn to him and my stomach drops when I see he's staring at me, "do you mean it?"

I frown.

"Or are you just saying things I want to hear to get a pass?"

I feel my eyes glass, "what?"

Jinyoung scoffs out a chuckle, "are you an idiot, or are you an idiot?"

"... ... Jinyoung ..."

He sighs, "you still don't get it, do you?" Jinyoung diminishes the gap between us and casually wipes the tears on my cheek away, "I like you so much, you big idiot."

I just look at him, dumbfounded, not really knowing what to say, up until a thought popped up in my head, "is that why you were so upset?"

Jinyoung rolls his eyes, "what do you think?"

It may have been misplaced and untimely, but my stomach swirls in butterflies and I begin to feel giddy.

"You have to stop seeing him though."

I feel pulled back by his sudden statement.

"I don't want you going around with some guy that has so much leverage over you. Especially not because you wanted to by me an over for stupid cheesecake, the hell?"

I open my mouth to protest, but Jinyoung cuts me off, “you’ve done enough, pabo. Now, for my sake,” he grabs my hand, “don’t see any other guy, but me.”

My heart races. My breath hitches.”

Jinyoung clears his throat, “so, can I be your boyfriend?”

I can’t help but bite my lip and snort at him for asking like that. I, instead on answering, do what I have thought of doing whenever he pouts, or whenever he smiles, or whenever he’s stressed, or whenever he’s teasing me. I move forward and peck his lips, placing a chaste kiss and smiling back at him.

Jinyoung doesn’t seem to be surprised by this, and only pushes me back to plant a deeper kiss on my lips. We reposition, so that my torso is facing him and so is his facing mine. I wind up leaning on the arm rest of the sofa and Jinyoung’s hands are latching themselves on my body. He stops midway and inhales, “I want you to answer me though, just so it’s clear we’re on the same page.”

I pretend to think about it, “... I dunno, commitment seems a little too much. Why not just be kissing buddies?”

Jinyoung raises his upper lip and makes an annoyed sound. He then tickles me where he had his hands and I jolt and wither at the assault.

“Okay! Okay!” I scream, making him cease and narrow his eyes at me, “you can be my boyfriend, Park Jinyoung.”

Jinyoung scoffs, “ya, you think you’re so cool? It’s an honor for you to be my girlfriend.”

I forfeit another reply and only pull him close. Jinyoung reciprocates immediately.

My mind is already hazy when he pulls away again, “I want to hear you say it--”

“Shut up, Jinyoung.”

It’s kinda funny how Jinyoung and I go about now. I remember telling Mark about it during class and how much he freaked out because of it.

It was kinda funny.

Much like I has anticipated, an entire month had passed and I didn't even really think about Jackson. That was up until I got a call one night from no other than my sugar daddy himself.

“Hello?” I answer immediately

“Hey--” his voice is thick and low, “I know this is short notice, but can I meet you right now?”

I pull my phone away to check the time. I see it’s about 9:30pm. I pull my phone back, “I dunno, Jackson. I’m kinda scared to go out at this time.”

“What if I pick you up?”

I think of Jinyoung for a moment, then I reply to Jackson, “okay.”

By the time Jackson arrives, I had texted Jinyoung that I would go out with Jackson for one last time. He was hesitant, but he said that he trusted me more than anything.

I went into Jackson’s car and he immediately just drives once I get in. I barely even have time to put my seatbelt on. I look at him and see his face is dishevelled.

I decide not to speak up until he parks in a 24/7 supermarket’s parking lot.

“My mom passed,” Jackson says, immediately breaking down.

For a moment I am stunned, and I have absolutely no idea what to do. Jackson is gripping the steering wheel as he crumbles and weeps. I then have the decency to reach out to him and rub his back. I want to speak, to say something, but I just feel like I shouldn’t.

It’s Jackson that bursts out again, “the day you met her, she said she was really tired from being so happy. I stayed with her that night, watching her drama. I slept on the couch. When I woke up, she... she was stiff and... and-”

I cover my face with my hands, “Jackson...”

“It’s like she was just waiting for that moment and-- I- I feel like if you hadn’t met her then, she’d... she’d still be waiting... and it conflicts me so much.”

I begin to feel tears fall from my eyes as well.

“You know, at the very least she’s not suffering anymore, and you made her happy,” Jackson shudders, turning to me with bloodshot eyes. He frowns, lips quivering, “oh gosh, I’m so sorry. I’ve just made everything so depressing.”

“No,” I take his hand, “what you feel right now is normal. You’ve just had a great loss. I’m glad that I got to meet her and made her happy, Jackson.”

He chuckles, “don’t you resent me for doing something like this.”

I shake my head, “no. In fact, let’s stop this agreement between us okay. If you ever need me, just call me as a friend, okay.”

Jackson pulls his hand away to slap it on his face, “oh lord, as if I deserve that.”

“Jackson-”

“No... I shouldn’t take advantage of you.”

“You’re not!” I say, “I want you to be my friend. You can hang out with me, Jinyoung, Mark, and Nari. I think it would be good for you, especially now. I can take you to cheap restaurants and let you borrow two dollar shirts. You’ll finally taste boxed wine.”

He begrudgingly chuckles at that. I give a smile.

For a moment, he just heaves. Jackson settles and turns to me, offering a sad smile, “thank you... for everything.”

“Thank you too.”

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One Million In One Day | 8

GOT7 SugarDaddy!Jackson Wang x Reader + Park Jinyoung x Reader | Part 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 ? Characters: GOT7 Summary: His mother’s final wish is to see him be happy in a relationship, knowing that Jackson would be fine when she left him. But, damn, he didn’t have time for relationships, especially not since he was busy running his father’s billion dollar empire, thus the compromise: you. Word Count: 4k+ Warnings: Stalking, fighting, cursing, mentioning of illness, TYPOS, etc.

Preview | Alternate Moodboard | Chapter 8 Teaser

A/N: i made a moodboard for this chapter because i needed the will to keep going cough cough but made it into a teaser cuz i write slow

Yall this is also the longest chapter ive written for anything lololl

"Hey Jackson," I mutter and turn from the ice cream cone in my hand to his clear smooth face, "not to sound greedy-- purely out of curiosity and to prepare myself..."

Jackson looks at me, brown eyes widening in expectation.

"Am... I gonna get paid again?" I said speaking lowly at one particular word.

He gives me a blank expression, and I follow it up quickly, raising a hand, "Can I just... not?"

He lets out a sigh and shakes his head, "Baby," he cuts himself of by licking the dripping the melted ice cream on the side of his cone that was trickling its way down to his fingers. I found myself gulping. He takes a bite and turns back to me, "a deal's a deal. I don't want to come off as a cheat."

"No but you won't cause it's-it's my request!"

He thinks as he eats his dessert. I purse my lips, "I honestly don't know what to do with it anymore. I paid my loads, have a whole new wardrobe and a whole fridge of food. I even payed my rent for the rest of the year and that still wasn't enough to get rid of it all. I had to get my friend help me burn the money and keep my sanity in check. I bought him a laptop and everything."

"Oh," Jackson pulls his head back and knits his brows, "you told Jinyoung?"

"What?" Part of me panics when I hear him say that name. 

Once the question registers in my head I shake my hands, "No, no, no. I told Mark, my other friend. And well, my roommate Nari, because there is no way she wouldn't find out about it anyway." I turn to Jackson and finish the rest of my ice cream. "You remember her, Nari? She was with me, uhm, when I was fitting that green dress."

Jackson's poker face shifts into a smile, "Ahhhh, yeah."

For a moment, we finish off eating and throw away our trash without words.

 "Who else did you tell?"

I turn to Jackson who starts walking off again. I follow after him and purse my lips in realization of what he could possibly be insinuating, "Oh, uhm, just them. And I may tell Jinyoung after this. Am... am I not supposed to? I mean I didn't really-- they don't... I trust them..."

Jackson shakes his head and breaks into a nervous laugh, "No. No. It's just... no offence, I don't doubt the fact that they can't use this against me. It's just," he chuckles, "usually the fake dating goes both ways. I dunno, it's a first that I don't have to worry about seeing your family too."

I can't help but break out in a laugh, "yikes. Sounds like a nightmare."

"Gosh, you have no clue."

 We trail off for a while. I break the silence this time, "So... do we have a deal?"

Jackson turns to me and lets out a breath, "Oh no, absolutely not."

I do a double take and pull my had back, "What?"

"Hearing myself say that aloud makes me realize how unfair this arrangement is to you. And it's making me feel uneasy, like I want to punch myself." He knits his brows and stuffs his hands in his pockets, "you have go around meeting all these people in environments you're not used to, in clothes that aren't yours," he lifts his thumb and point behind him with it, "having strange men follow you around." He releases a breath and turns to me, "and all you get out of that is paper."

I can't help but frown at his conclusion. It was plain to see how opposite our worlds were, with the mere way we value money. It made me feel lucky, honestly, that even though I wasn't rich, I had friends and family, their love around me, something this lonely billionaire evidently lacked.

"Listen, sweetheart. I don't mean to make you feel bad because of this, but, you have a lot of money, I don't. I don't have the need to focus on a massive business and to hear people around me nag about my love life, you do. The other gives what is needed and takes what the other has in excess. I don't know about you, but that seems like an awfully beneficial deal to me."

Jackson snickers after I spoke, "smart."

I smile upon hearing that.

"One of the things I like about you."

Wh- one of the things he--

"Alright Ms. Business Major. I see you learning in your classes."

I release a laugh at that and so does he. "But if anything, sweetheart," he stresses and leans down. I feel my neck and ears burn, "what? You can call me baby, but I can't call you sweetheart?"

He laughs, "No, no, it's cute. Please do." He turns his gaze forward, "this just further proves that I need to take care of you in the only way I can."

I groan and screw my eyes shut, "Jacksoooon." And here I was thinking that I actually got through to him.

"Ya. Why are you so rude? Are we same age?" He playfully glares and barks, "Oppa. Oppa."

I groan again and glare at him, "Oppa!"

He smiles and nods, "That's better."

I whine and stomp my feet, "Ahh! But I don't need it! I still have job!"

"What?" Jackson snaps, "you haven't quit your job?"

"Uh, no duh? How else am I gonna get pocket money?" I say, knowing he'd understand the fact that not everyone accepts a black card. Also, it was empty.

"The how'd you pay for your taxi?"

"I borrowed money from Mark."

Jackson's eyes blew in shock. He mumbles lowly and raises his hands, "my sugar baby needs a part-time job and borrows money."

 "Okay, listen," he starts, tapping his chest with his finger tips, "just let me do my thing." He, out of the blue, takes my hand and we continue walking. "I have to go back to work after this, but later I'll come pick you up because you need to meet my mom."

I nod slowly up heaing this, "Oh."

"And clearly now, you've made me realize this is two dates-"

"Jackson-"

"-shut up or I'll kiss you."

My jaw is left hanging. 

Jackson turns to me and holds back a laugh, lips curling into a smirk. 

"As I was saying, you have also pointed out that I really haven't being fair to you. Up, up, up-" he raises a hand and cuts me of before I could even begin. He lets go of my hand and links my arm with his. "Right. So, I've been used to having arrangements with women with excessive tastes that can blow off a million in one day. And more, who am I kidding. Which is why," he turns to me. 

I turn to him and he smiles, "I'm letting you cash out."

"Cash... hold on, wha-- cash out?"

Jackson seems confused and knits his brows for a second, and then bursts into laughter when he realizes, "Oh, no. Not like end this. No way! I still need you." He tugs on my arm and pulls it to his chest, embracing it as if he meant it personally. 

He giggles, "I mean like, I'll let you withdraw money."

I gasp and turn to him, "Oh my gosh, really?!"

"Yeah," he nods, "I mean you can only withdraw anything from that one bank, but yeah. You deserve that at least."

"Oh my gosh thank you!" I grin and pull away from him, only to be able to hug him tightly. I hold him for a few seconds and smile brightly when I let him go, "I could send my parents money. I could-- I could-- WOW!"

Jackson breaks into laughter.

"Okay, now, come on, I'll drive you home."

 With that, Jackson and I retrace our steps and find our way back to the car. The men following us seem to have gone away, to which I am relieved. We walk hand in hand, and he's doing all the talking. I watch as he laughs and wonder how he could talk about such stories, like getting his foot stuck in the toilet one time when he was younger, and still look so poised and handsome.

Jackson is playful all the way to my apartment. It made me happy, as I remember the last time I drove with him, back when we went to a party, he was pretty glum.

"You shouldn't let them get to you too much, Jackson." I speak up after our conversation about whatever popped up into our heads.

Jackson knits his brows and spares me a glance, "What do you mean?"

"Remember last time, after going to the party? You were pretty quiet, and it was kinda concerning."

He doesn't reply for a moment. When he does, he speaks half-playfully, "you're concerned about me?"

"No duh, Wang-Wang. You've been nothing but kind to me, and I'm the type to take care and check up on my friends."

He nods his head, "Well... thank you for... the concern, but that wasn't why I was quiet on pur drive back. I couldn't give two shits about whatever those rich bozos think. I just want them out of my business, babe."

I knit my brows, "Huh. Then why were you?"

Jackson chuckles and pulls on the collar of his top. "It's kinda complicated.” He turns to me, then back to the road to chuckle, “To a point where I'm not even really sure yet about it. But, uh, for what it's worth, if I figure it out, I'll tell you."

I hum, "well, are you sure you can figure it out by yourself? Sometimes all it tales is to say it aloud, y'know."

Jackson turns to me and offers a smile, "I know. But I don't want this to become real, and I'm pretty sure if I say it aloud, it will."

"Oh... well, I get that."

 Soon after, we arrived at my place. I turned to give Jackson a smile goodbye, but I was shocked when he moved in to give my cheek a kiss. He pressed his lips against skin, and I immediately felt the area burn, as if he was scorching hot. I’m glad I didn’t move yet, cause if I had moved any sooner, Jackson and I would've had to a disastrous lip lock--or teeth lock at that..

"Thank you for today," he says simply, close to my ear. I could smell his cologne.

My cheeks burn. Once he pulls away, I turn and gape at him for a second, "shouldn't I be the one saying that?"

He purses his lips and chuckles, "Not at all." 

For a moment, I just sit there, not knowing where to look and where to place my hands. Jackson smiles, and proceeds to cackle. It’s pretty obvious that he is pleased with how obviously I'm affected.

I feel my face redden, but I can't help myself and growl. I shove him and glare, "Next time, a little warning will suffice."

The man across me seems baffled by my action and tenses up only to burst out laughing all giddy "Mianheeee."

He shuffles in his seat, “Before you go,” and pulls out his wallet, “here... pocket money.”

He pulls out all the cash in his wallet and my eyes widen. I raise my brows, “That won’t be necessary, oppa.”

He shoots me a look and grabs my hand, “Oppa thinks otherwise.”

“But you’ll be paying me later!” I protest, trying my best to to actually grab hold of the money. “You’re even going to let me cash out, so this is all unnecessary.”

Jackson huffed, “Consider this as a bonus.”

“I don’t want a bonus!”

“Well, you either take it... or... or else I won’t talk to you again.”

For a moment, I look at him with a dumbfounded expression. I ask, “You do know that is worse for you than it is for me right!”

“Ugh! Just take it! I don’t have any leverage! I never thought I’d ever have to force someone to get my money.” Jackson whines and shakes his body in annoyance. “Just take it!” he groans, “It’s not like it’s a bribe. Just use it to pay Mark.”

“That is way too--”

“TAKE IT!” he screams, successfully planting the money in my hand, as his shout took me off guard. I awkwardly look around and Jackson shakes his head expectantly. I purse my lips and fold the paper, shoving it to my pockets.

Jackson smiles in content and pats my head. I scoff. I proceed then to remove my seat belt.

He watches as I do so and then asks, "You want me to walk you?"

I shake my head, "Oh, no need. I can manage."

“You sure?”

I turn to him and nod,  “I’m sure, Jackson.”

“Jackson oppa.”

I roll my eyes, “I never should’ve voluntarily called you that.”

He chuckles. 

I exit the car and wave him off dismissively the moment I'm out. He waves goodbye and drives away.

 By the time he's gone, Nari is running towards me like the fumbling mess she is. "Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, was that him?! I can't believe I missed him! GASH!"

I scowl at Nari and nudge her, "stop being such a loud mouth."

She huffs and turns to me, hands on her waist, "You have no clue how jelly I am."

I roll my eyes and walk inside. She follows quickly, "What are you gonna do about Jinyoung?"

I whip my head to her, "What about Jinyoung, Nari?"

"I mean, you have Jackson now! Jinyoung deserves to know."

"You say this, as if I like Jackson."

Nari looks mortified, "Bitch don't tell me you're gonna be like one of those dumb protagonists that's in denial and then has their world comes crashing down around them."

I scoff, "No, Nari, because I don't like Jackson-"

"bITCH-"

"-I like Jinyoung."

 "... ...ohmygosh, did you actually say that aloud?"

I dismiss her, but her squealing and iron grip prevent me from getting away. "EEEEEK I KNEWITIKNEWITIKNEWITIKNEWITTTTTTTTT!"

"Shut up! You're gonna wake the dead," I hiss and cover her mouth, "Or even worse, Mrs. Kim. "

Literally, the moment I said that, there was a yapping old woman resounding curse words against the wall. Nari and I scrambled to hide from her wrath.

"YOU FUCKING KIDS, I TOLD YOU TO SHUT UP WHEN JEOPARDY IS ON!"

 Alright. Yes. We managed to survive the terror in apartment 16, which was why I managed to brush up on my studies and the drama I had in the sidelines waiting for me.

I leaned back in my cozy attire, with shorts and hoodie, stuffing popcorn in my face as Lee Minho beat Kim Woobin up, and vice versa.

I don't mean to sound like a brag, but damn, there really is a difference with the cheap cotton shorts and these freakin 10,000 dollar ones. Would I ever recommend these to a friend? Helllll no, but damn they're realllly soft.

"Moron your phone is blowing up in your room," Nari screams from her own room. I scramble to my feet, shit is that Jackson?

 I push my popcorn off and run to my room. I see there's ten messages from Mark. I knit my brows.

STFU MARK: ok so i went to jinyoungs place

STFU MARK: i mean like at his job and the place is super packed and he looks super miserable i feel so bad i wanna help him woth the register

STFU MARK: Where are you even???? I swung by your place

STFU MARK: LOL RIGHT UR SUGAR BOYFI IS UR WITH HAHAHAH

STFU MARK: man this lady ordered ten burgers and i wish i could do that on the regular

STFU MARK: ok imma talk to jinyoung and order lunch too i hope he doesnt kill me cos if he does he'll lose his job too and i dont want that

STFU MARK: OKAY HE TOOK MY ORDER AND PRETENDED I WAS NO ONE BUT A CUSTOMER I DIE WHAT DID WE DO

STFU MARK: HE EVEN SMILED AT ME LIKE AN ACTUAL GENUINE PERSON HE LOOKS SO TIRED I FEEL SP BAD HELP MEEEEE GET OUT OF YOUR DATE RIGHT NOW

STFU MARK: ...... r u hetting paid again omg???? Also jinyoung wouldnt poison my food right

STFU MARK: I WANTED TO TALK TO JINYOUNG COS IT LOOKED LIKE HE WAS GONNA CLOCK OUT BUT YUGYEOM TOLD ME TO SCRAM WHAT IS THIS HE SAID JINYOUNG IS SUPER TIRED AND NOT IN THE MOOD

 I wipe my forehead and cuss.

I give a quick reply to Mark, saying that I'll try to contact him. I then proceed to call Jinyoung. I call him five times before giving up and sending a text.

I open my conversation with Jinyoung and send three messages.

Me: Jinyoung

Me: i know like im legitimately dumb for not knowing what angered you, but mark and i arent mind readers

Me: please call me back and tell me whats wrong

 I sigh and pull my phone to my chest. I walk back out to continue watching my show. My heart leaps out of my chest and I squeak when my phone starts vibrating. I smile widely when I realize it's Jinyoung calling. Except it's not. It's Jackson. He's gonna pick me up.

  ---

My feet is clad with a golden pump. My dress is cascading with hundreds of delicate white beads upon bright violet fabric. I feel like a dewy star with the glowy makeup all over my skin. My hair is pulled back to make room for a crown-like headband and curled perfectly behind me.

While Hani did my makeup, part of me wondered why I looked so dressed up, when, as far as I knew, I would only be meeting with Jackson's mom. But then I realized it was Jackson's mom; she was probably born drenched in gold. This probably looks pathetic to her.

Hani was so kind and so enthusiastic as per usual, and she made me look like a princess with her magical touch. 

 We didn't take as long as I hoped we would, for now I am holding onto Jackson's hand as we walk down this large lawn, lit with garden lights and lights from fountains. The sun had just set, and so the residual sunshine in the sky made it look both orange and lilac. On my other hand, I  held a bouquet of violet flowers that strangely reminded me of the day I met Jackson.

As we drove here, I thought at first we were going to Jackson's house, or his parents, but as it turns, her mother is checked into some extra hotel.

Automatic doors opened, and a beefy but kind looking security guard greeted us, and Jackson by his name.

The place reeked the finesse of a museum. It was so large and spacious that I started thinking maybe it was a hidden museum of some sort. The minimal pieces of art make me think otherwise.

There were very few people going about, and most of them were wearing white.

I fell conscious after. Was this hotel themed in white? I moved closer to Jackson. The echoing of my heels against the marble floors only magnified my fumbling mind. Okay... maybe this wasn’t a hotel.

We walked and walked down this seemingly never ending hall, up until we reached room 19.

 Jackson released my hand and turned to me. Clearing his throat, he asked, "How do I look?"

He looked like a billionaire. His body was given complete justice in his velvet suit that matched the color of my violet dress. His shoes were shiner than my future. His skin was more flawless than my grades. Jackson looked like he always did, handsome and charming. But his big brown eye seemed nervous.

"You look amazing, like always," I offer with a smile.

Jackson lets put a soft sigh, "I'm glad you think I always look amazing."

I nod at him, not because I agreed but because he seemed like he had something much more to say. Though he was trying to play off this worry by joking, it was too clear he was worried.

He inhales sharply. "You may hate me for not telling you sooner, but..." Jackson points to the door of room 19 and screws his eyes shut.

I bit my lower lip and think about what Jackson could tell me next. He was agitated. This place makes him agitated. Well, everyone here is wearing white. Everything is quiet and spacious. His mom was staying here. I don’t think it’s a hotel anymore. Was this a spa? A wellness center?

... or was this a clinic? A hospital?

Why didn’t I just ask?

"The main reason why... I hired you is because of my mom." Jackson turns to his side then back to me, "She's... not doing so great. Not in a long time."

My jaw slacks once I realize my guess was right, "Your mom is sick?"

He sighs, "terminally ill if you need the right term."

"And... you want her to think... we're together?"

Jackson purses his lips, "It's all she wants from me now.”

 A shiver runs down my spine. I clench my bouquet. Part of me can't help but feel betrayed. He had all these chances from then til now to speak up but he was nothing but silent. All Jackson told me I was here to push away his nosy relatives. I huff in frustration. Really though I was here to lie to a dying lady.

I scoff at my own thoughts.

That very thought made my heart clench.

How hard must it be for Jackson to talk about this?

I want to wipe my face so badly, but I didn't want to ruin Hani's hard work.

"How could you only tell me this now?!" I heave sharply. "Do you know how wrong and messed up this is?"

"I know, I know," Jackson sighs. He takes a step forward and grabs both my hands, pushing the bouquet in the middle, "but please, you're my only hope. You're the only woman I've ever brought to my mom." He closes his eyes and raises his hands, shaking it around, "It's not as bad as it is. I made her think that I'm still pursuing you and so you're not really my girlfriend."

I knit my brows at that. Jackson steps even closer, "then I'll say it didn't work out because you like Jinyoung from..." he thinks and scoffs, "your Algebra--business math class."

His mention of  Jinyoung makes me chest contract. I look at our hands then Jackson's expression. The flowers seemed a lot less pretty to me now. I wonder what they think about my predicament.

 "Please, you are honestly innocent in all this. No matter what happens it's on me. Please. My mother doesn't get to meet new people. You won't even have to say anything, I'll do all the talking."

I want to throw the flowers at him and run away. But I don't.

I want to tell him all the reasons why this so called solution of his isn't a solution. But I don't.

I want to offer his comfort and give him another way. But I can't, cause it would take too much time and the clock, I can feel it ticking.

So what I do say is, "alright."

Jackson's face brightens. He repeats, "Alright," and with that wastes not time in going inside.

 "Finally!" a voice exclaims into the high ceiling. There is a large bed with a woman in the center. “I thought you’d never come.”

Jackson, hand holding mine, walked towards the woman and smiled, “Mama. I’m sorry we’re late.”

Once we’re close enough, Jackson lets go of me to hug and kiss the woman on the cheek. I was close enough to see how pale and dry her skin was. She was thin and had her thin hair combed behind her. It was plain to see that she really was sick. But the way she smiled and greeted her son, made you think otherwise.

Jackson pulls away and turns to me. Her mother does the same. I take this moment to give her the flowers, “Mrs. Wang.”

“Oh, are these for me? Thank you so much, darling.” She smiles ear to ear and gets the bouquet from me. “You may be wondering why you were forced into violet. Well, it’s my favorite color.”

I nod, “Jackson told me that.” At the very least.

“Have you eaten, mama?” Jackson asks as he sits next to his mother.

“You silly boy. You know I don’t have an appetite at night.”

Jackson narrows his eyes and shakes his head, “Mama... the nurses told me you had an apple for lunch.

“Kure, an apple a day keeps the doctor away,” she speaks in a light tone. Jackson breathes in heavily, clenching his jaw. He looks like he wants to go off, but at the same time, he looks really tired, like he doesn’t want to have this conversation again. And so I frown deeply.

“Mrs. Wang, you should really eat more than that... Jackson is really worried about you.” I speak for the upset man.

His mother turns to me and beams, “Ya, has Jackson been talking about me. That’s a first. Honestly, I still can’t believe your here! My Jackson always claims to have a girlfriend, but this time around... he really does.”

“Mama... she’s not my girlfriend, I told you.”

“Aiya!” she says, “you should try harder, then!” The woman gives her son a scolding look, then turns to me in a completely different manner, “Mianhe... ... My brother told me he had his men follow you to see how real you are just earlier today. I’m really sorry about that.”

“Mama,” Jackson says slowly.

She tuts her son. With a breath, she looks at me, “Oh, why are you still standing, please sit on my bed. It’s quite big enough for all three of us.”

With this I smile, nod, and sit down. She then slides to the far left side of the bed, where Jackson sat facing me. Mrs. Wang pulls me by my arm, and so I hop over to come closer to her.

Her hand is still on my arm when she pouts into a pleased smile, “You are far more beautiful than Jackson let on.”

My brows raise and my lips pull into an awkward smile. I nervously laugh and shake my head. She shakes her head too, “He won’t shut up about you!”

“Mama,” Jackson says, placing his hand on his mothers, releasing her grip from me, “That’s because you keep asking me about her.”

“Well how can I not, child! The most exciting thing that happens around here is when a new patient comes along and that’s horrible to think of considering this place is a hospital.”

Jackson once again feels and looks so defeated.

“Mrs. Wang,” I say to divert her attention.

“Oh, please, call me Mama. All of Jackson’s friends do that.”

I clear my throat and turn to Jackson for a split second. Nevertheless, I obey, “Mama... do you happen to watch k-dramas?”

Both Wangs seem to be surprised by my sudden question.

“Why of course! What else am I to do but watch all those dramas?” she chuckles.

“Did you happen to watch The Heirs?”

She gasps, “Of course I did! Lee Minho and--”

“Kim Woobin!” I squeal. “Ooooh, he is so good looking and I wanted him to get the girl so bad!!!!!”

Jackson pulls his head back at my words. Da hell is Kim Woobin? His mother laughs in glee. Once she catches he breath, she begins to fuel our talk. From then on, we begin our long conversation about wanting ‘the other’ love interest get the girl in the story. It escalates and the next thing Jackson knows he’s no longer part of the conversation, nor existent in the room.

He watches as the two women interact and laugh, making his heart clench. Mama had neither been this talkative nor cheery since Bambam visited and got drunk on champagne, and that was months ago.

I throw my head back in laughter. Jackson can’t help but laugh as well, even though he honestly didn’t follow the conversation anymore.

Mrs. Wang turns to his son and smiles, seeing how concentrated he was in the one thing in the room. She nudges him, and Jackson panics, turning to his mother with wide eyes.

Catching this, I settle down and turn to Jackson’s nervous expression. His mother breaks into a soft laugh. I knit my brows, “What happened?”

Jackson turns to me then to his mom. The latter speaks up, “Oh. Jackson’s just really lucky to have you that’s all.”

Part of me expected Jackson to whine in protest again. But when there’s only silence among us, I feel awkwardness envelope me.

Mrs. Wang coos and caresses her son’s cheeks, “Your handsomeness won’t be put to waste.” She then turns to me and pinches my cheeks, “You’ll have beautiful children.” 

My cheeks immediately burn upon hearing this.

Jackson breath hitches when he sees my reaction. I turn to him and gives me an awkward smile.

Jackson scratches he back of his nape when it dawns to him that he is utterly fucked. Why? Because he likes the idea his mom presented. The man mutters a curse word under his breath and stands, “How about we get some food, yeah?”

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One Million In One Day | 4

GOT7 SugarDaddy!Jackson Wang x Reader | Part 1 2 3 4 5 ? Characters: Jackson Wang, Park Jinyoung, Im Jaebum, etc. Summary: His mother’s final wish is to see him be happy in a relationship, knowing that Jackson would be fine when she left him. But, damn, he didn’t have time for relationships, especially not since he was busy running his father’s billion dollar empire, thus the compromise: you.

Word Count: 1k+ Warnings: Dumbness, drinking, mentions of infidelity, annoying-ness, etc.

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A/N: once again i did this on the app so if its barf on your pc i am so sorry ALSO TYPOS AMSJSJSJS

Pabo ❤: ya. U wanna watch smthing w me+mark

Pabo ❤: yayayayayaya wake up its only 7

Pabo ❤: ysaaaaaaaaaaaa

Pabo ❤: r u rly asleep or are u busy? U w Nari???

Pabo ❤: YA

Pabo ❤: R U GOING TO JB'S PARTY

Pabo ❤: YA NARI TOLD ME U WERE GOING

Pabo ❤: YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA DONT FKING DO THIS

Pabo ❤: YOU HABE NTOING TO PRPVE

Pabo ❤: YAAAAA

Pabo ❤: YAAAAAAAAAAAA PICK UP!!!!

You have 10 missed calls from Pabo ❤

My heart dropped as I rummaged through this tiny, tiny purse that was just an accessory basically. After moments of looking and looking, and coming across with nothing, it was decided. I groaned in utter annoyance and almost ripped my scalp off if it wasn't for the fact I spent hours curling my hair to perfection.

I caNNOT BELIEVE I left my phone at home.

I whine and stomped my feet lightly, not wanting to disturb the driver of the taxi I was in. He didn't deserve that.

I huffed and crossed my arms. Oh well.

This was it, and at least I had my keys and wallet with me. Nothing was going to ruin this.

I wonder if Nari was already there.

I paid the driver once I got to my destination and went my way, inside the exclusive party. I turned to tell the bouncer my name but oddly enough, he spared me no look and simply moved aside and let me in. I... huh, thoughtful?

I blinked rapidly as I walked in the place.

Wait... do you know what that means?

It means I, me, ME, I have an effect on people. But why? It's neve-- wait, is it because-- because of this dress.

My heart pounded in my chest as I stalked down the hallway, making it into the dim, loud, smoky, dizzying place that made my stomach churn and my hands sweat.

Where is Nari?

I chewed the inside of my lower lip and watched where I was going. I went to the sides, avoiding the crowd at all costs, hearing a few heys and some how are you beautiful on the side, making me want to gag though my lips haven't even touched alcohol yet.

Suddenly, a very distinct shriek pierced my ears and I looked up to find the source. And there Nari was with a big grin, waving her hands at me as if I was some sort of celebrity.

"Oh my gosh!" she gasped, shimmying through the crowd. "You bought really did buy the dress!"

I chuckled nervously and nodded. I can't tell her about Jackson.

"Yeah. I... I thought it was about time, y'know, in this long time coming."

"Damn straight, jagiya!" she eeked in approval. "Oh when Jaebum sees you, he's gonna--" she cut herself off and then slapped my arm. I whined at the random action.

"What the h--"

"Jinyoung has been calling me for hours! Why haven't you answered his calls?! Is it because he doesn't want you to go to your ex's party."

My brows quirked, "Jinyoung's been calling me?"

Nari scoffed, and seemed that sh was about to attack me, but then she realized something. "Don't tell me, you forgot your phone again, didn't you?"

I rolled my eyes, "No shit Sherlock! Text Jinyoung and tell him I'm fine, ho."

She rolled her eyes, "You do it!"

"Nari! Just tell him this: she's with me, and is fine."

My best friend gave a prolonged groan and pulled her phone out. "Get me a drink then, ho. Reception is bad by the bar for some reason."

I chuckled and nodded, "Fine. Wait for me here then. I'm not particularly fond of hanging around the bar."

Nari nodded. I moved past her and went through the sea of people, gritting my teeth whenever sweat skin made contact with mine. I shuddered at the revolting atmosphere around me that gave me nothing but revolting sensations. Once I was spat out of the crowd that shoved itself against me, I huffed in both relief and frustration, gripping my glittering dress and strutting to the bar. The bartender gave a smile and nodded, immediately asking, "What can I get you?

I pursed my lips, "The sweetest cocktail you have, please."

"I'll make it sweeter for you." the bartender winks, making my eyebrows raise and my head to pull back. I brushed my sweaty nape and chuckled as the man behind the bar got to preparing my drink.

I laughed quietly by myself as I looked around the place.

JB really knows where the hottest places are at. He'll be a great businessman.

"Hey."

I looked over my shoulder, to where the voice came and looked at the man with widening eyes. His hair grew longer since the last time we met, but it still suited him, because, well, he was him.

"It must be your first time here," he spoke while his pointer and middle finger flattened my hair. It was a habit of his. He took a sip of the drink he had in hand then continued, "And the world must be good to me because it's my birthday."

I looked at him, astonished, in pure and utter disbelief, and chuckled loudly, "Don't you know who I am?"

The man seemed to take the questioning statement as a challenge. He leaned him, smelling his cologne and subtly of alcohol. "I could... know you real good."

I my mind went spinning and I just had to turn away.

"Don't you have a girlfriend?" I snipped, whipping my head back to him.

His face remained playful, but I saw how slightly his eyes dropped. "No," he replied the same way he did the first time I asked him a similar question.

"No?" I scoffed out a chuckle, "Are you sure? Isn't her name Jisoo or something."

It was then he visibly showed tension.

I felt tears well in my eyes but I blinked them away. I turned away and rubbed my nape, digging my fingers into roots of my hair. "I can't believe you're drunk already. Has your tolerance went down since last year?"

"What are you talking about?"

"What?" I repeated as I looked at him, "Do you really not remember me, Bum-ie oppa?"

Just then the bartender came back with my order and I took it without hesitation. The man before me was struck by lightning or realization. I took a sip of the drink in my hand and then clicked it against his, "Happy birthday, cheater. Good to know you want back what you've broken."

I turned away from him and swayed my hips away from the imbecile. Apparently though, he wasn't embarrassed enough by our encounter and called my name, pulling me by my arm. I looked at him over my shoulder and he dared to push my hair back behind my ear. He spoke my name again and so I reciprocated.

"Jaebum." I spoke with venom.

"Wh-wait. Ya... You look amazing."

I scoffed and roughly pulled my arm out of his grip, "I've always looked amazing, you bastard." I turned around and downed the drink in one go as I walked back into the sea of people.

"Ya! Where's my drink?" Nari asked as I gave her the empty glass. I saw a bunch of frat boys drinking soju and so I pushed my best friend aside and went to them.

"Hey, boys. Can I have some soju?"

They all turned to me and nodded profusely. I then took their bottle and drank it all the way back to Nari. She looked bewildered, mortified at me and my actions. "YA! WHAT THE HELL?"

"Jaebum-ah."

Nari pulled her head back, "Ya! I'm not your cheating ex-" "I saw him." I spoke, out of breath and hot blooded.

"You did?" Nari spoke in surprise and concern.

"Yeah and he thought I was someone else and hit on me!"

"HE HIT ON YOU! WAAHHH WHAT A DOG--" "I'm so pretty he hit on me!"

Nari held back her laughter as I took her hand, "Ya... I need you to take thousands of hot pictures on me okay. I have to show someone."

She chuckled but pulled her phone out, nevertheless. "If that someone is Jaebum, count me in."

"NOOOOO!" I scoffed, "it's Jackson!"

Nari stilled, "who's Jackson?"

"He's my sugar daddy! Ya, don't you know I'm so pretty he asked me to go out on a date with him and pay me a million for it."

The woman threw her head back in laughter.

"YA! I'M NOT LYING!"

"Okay, jagiya. I believe you." Nari breathed out, "Waaah, I can't believe you're already that drunk."

Nari took my pictures and filmed me while I danced and drank, and danced, and drank, and drank again, and again, and I think I seduced Jaebum or something, because the same Nari was pulling me away for something.

I don't know what.

"Here," I was handed to someone like a package.

"She drank a one-fourth bottle of soju, two cocktails and a bunch of half finished drinks from strangers."

I looked at the man I was leaned up against and caressed his cheek, "You're pretty."

He looked down on me with raised eyebrows, "and you smell horrible."

"Ya, Jinyoung-ah, the correct response is to say you're prettier."

He rolled his eyes and grabbed my wrists, spinning around and carrying me behind his back. I grunt and hit my nose of his head, causing both of us to grunt.

Nari whined, "Just let her die, honestly."

"You read my mind." the man I was propped on growled.

"URSA MAJOR IS JUST A HOAX! I'VE NEVER SEEN IT BEFORE."

"You can't tell the constellations apart for the life you," Jinyoung noted, adjusting his drip on me.

"You can still dump her body in a dumpster, Jinyoung." Nari offered.

He sighed, "Nah, she's not worth potentially getting caught and sent to jail for."

Jinyoung started walking off and Nari waved goodbye before heading back in. The bouncer however did not let her enter, which made her shout at him in annoyance.

"Yaaaa, stoooop! I still have to take pictures for Jackson!"

"Who's he?"

"He's the one who bought me the dress."

"Ah, you're sugar daddy? Nari sent you your photos for him." Jinyoung spoke as he put me into the front seat of some car.

"How do you know? Did you steal my phone?"

Jinyoung went into the front seat and opened the engine. He chuckled and drove his car back, "She called me, and told me."

"Why would she tell you?"

"Because I called her, knowing you."

"Knowing me?"

Jinyoung drove forward and glance at me quickly, "Knowing how you get around Jaebum."

"Ew! Don't talk about him!"

Jinyoung chuckled softly.

"Nari didn't call you to pick me up though."

"What?"

"She was too busy taking pictures of me. You came here to kidnap me." I spoke, crossing my arms.

Jinyoung pursed his lips as I continued, "I won't give you my heart."

There was silence. The driver gripped the steering wheel. "You can't sell any of my organs to the black market."

Jinyoung gave a breath. His eyes crinkled. "Ya... no one would want any of your organs. You're too unhealthy. Mine on the other hand, would cost billions." The man struck a pose and I hissed between my teeth.

"Who is Jackson though?" a long minute of silence was broken by that sentence. I huffed at the question asked by the person beside me, "I told you, he's my sugar daddy. He's gonna make me rich."

Jinyoung pursed his lips, "Are you seeing him?"

"I'm seeing you, pabo."

There was nothing but silence at this point. "Sure, let's see each other then." Jinyoung spoke after a while, deciding for himself.

I shrugged, "Sure."

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One Million In One Day | 5

GOT7 SugarDaddy!Jackson Wang x Reader + Park Jinyoung x Reader | Part 1 2 3 4 5 6 ? Characters: Jackson Wang (+ other Got7 members in future) Summary: His mother’s final wish is to see him be happy in a relationship, knowing that Jackson would be fine when she left him. But, damn, he didn’t have time for relationships, especially not since he was busy running his father’s billion dollar empire, thus the compromise: you.

Word Count: 3k+ Warnings: class discrimination, slight degradation etc.

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A/N: jsjsksk dis chappie is so long, I know I could've split it but i didnt so... youre welcome???

My head was pounding and the room seemed like it was spinning. I blinked rapidly and attempted to stand, but the action seemed incredibly challenging. I wound up groaning and whining instead.

"Ooooooh yayayayaya." a voice stabbed through my ears.

I let out a moan, "Yaaaaaaa why are you so loud?!"

The same voice chuckled with its entire thick face. I blinked in the intense light of the room amd tried to prop myself up on my arms. Someone moved to close the curtains and I breathed out a sigh of relief. Upon seeing the figure, I figured out it was- "Jinyoung?"

He sat down next to me, and at this point, I could properly see his face. I felt like a train wreck. The bed dipped down a bit on Jinyoung's side.

"Did you think Mark would nurse you back to health? Mark Tuan?" Jinyoung spoke, giving me a glass of water and a pill.

I looked at it and groaned, lying back down on my bed, breathing heavily. I was about to defend Mark, but my headache was daring me to test it.

"Yaaaa, astronomer, you should get up if you don't want to die."

My brows knit deeply at his ringing voice. Also, did he just call me astronomer?

"Ya," he shoved me on the shoulder which made me wince.

"YA-a." I screamed back but regret doing so jusy after.

"Get up! If you don't want to drink, you should at least brush your teeth, swampwoman."

I rolled my eyes at him with such intensity.

Jinyoung sat there and stared at me for a moment as I contemplated living. Suddenly then, I realized that I was in an oversized shirt and not in that dress I was wearing yesterday. I sat up quickly in panic, yet again fully regretting it with a groan. I placed hand on my head and mumbled under my breath, "Where's my dress? Did you change me?"

"Actually, you did that yourself. The moment your drunk ass realized you were home," Jinyoung chuckled, "you took your dress off and got a shirt, passing out immediately."

I tilted my head to the side, "So you watched me strip?"

"A-ani." Jinyoung's cheeks turned pink, "I looked away."

I shook my head, in no mood to argue, and shrugged, moving to the edge of my bed and trailing off to my bathroom. I stretched all the way to my toilet, and went wide eyed when I realized... I wasn't wearing any pants. I cursed under my breath but opted to just roll with it.

Once I had used the toilet and brushed my teeth, I peeked out to my bedroom and saw Jinyoung was gone.

I huffed and went to get my towel and some clothes. I went back into the bathroom and took a shower.

After getting the smell of alcohol off me, I wore a sweater and some shorts, my hair was wrapped up in a towel. Suddenly, a wave of hunger rumbled in my belly as I smelled something outside mh bedroom.

Jinyoung was chatting to Nari, who was laughing a little to loud for my head. I scrunched my face in distaste. "Can you both be any louder?"

Nari looked at me, "Yeah, just like when I get hungover and your little boyfriend flirts with you, it's not like you're considerate enough to tone down your giggles for your poor roomate."

Jinyoung shuffled in his spot and Nari laighed once again.

I shoved her once I got close enough, making her whine and shove me back. I rolled my eyes as I got a bowl of the obvious hangover soup waiting for me. I sat on the stool next to her as Jinyoung leaned his hands on the island in front of us.

"Anyway, I have to get going," Nari spoke, hopping her seat, "Mr. Choi awaits."

"You don't even have his class, Nari," Jinyoung snickered.

"Well you know, it's a small university."

"Nari, it's about a hun-" "A SMALL UNIVERSITY!" Nari shouted, making me whip my head to her and kick her. She laughed as she ran off and I sighed in relief once she was gone.

Jinyoung's eye crinckled.

I was eating silently.

"What are you doing here anyway?"

He cackled, "Waaaaaaaaah. How ungrateful. I bring you home and take care of you and you ask me that? Wah."

I looked at him and bit my lower lip out of habit. Why was he so happy today? His face was glowing because of the sunshine on his skin, and yet it didn't seem like it was why his face was so bright.

I stared at him up until I forgot about my soup.

"Ya." Jinyoung chuckled, "I know I'm pretty but this is getting weird."

I blinked.

"Yaa, finish your soup so we can go."

I pulled my head back upon hearing that, "What? Go where?"

"On a date."

My eyes widened, "A d-- m-mwo?"

Jinyoung crossed his arms and sighed, "Ya, you were the one that insisted last night. It was kinda sad how desperate you were."

My jaw slackened and I started to stammer. However, I threw a spoon at Jinyoung when he started to laugh.

"You dumb hoe!" I chucked out as he turned red with amusement.

"Your face!"

"Mwo, mwo, mwo? What about my pretty face?!"

Jinyoung chuckled and nodded, "Araso, it is pretty." I froze in my place. He moved to my side, "Why do you think I'm asking you if it wasn't, pabo?"

My heart was pounding just as much as my head at this point.

"Ya..." he poked my shoulder, "don't just look at me and reject me silently."

I opened my mouth but I couldn't say anything.

Jinyoung clenched his jaw at this point, "B-but that is..." he cleared his throat and twitched his nose, "y'know, you should only go with me-- only if you want to."

It was my turn to chuckle. I then bubbled into a full laugh at this point. Jinyoung straightened up. "Kure," I breathed out, chuckling, "but you're paying."

I groaned and hid my head under the pillow at the sound of my phone ringing. Why the hell was it going off. There was no sunlight and wasn't it Saturday? It was Saturday! I had no classes yesterday and went on a date with...

I opened my eyes.

I went on a date with Jinyoung.

I broke into a wide grin and shrieked at the memory. He took me ice skating! And we went to a karaoke booth!

He... he held my hand-

THAT DAMN ALARM HAS GOT TO DIE!

Wait...

If it's Saturday...

Then that means...

I shot up off my bed and ran to my phone which I remembered to purposely put in my bathroom.

“YA, KILL THAT ALARM OR I WILL KILL YOU!” Nari shouted, angry and tired.

“Mianheeeeeeeee!” I called and turned off my phone. I looked at the time and saw it was 7:35.

I huffed and headed to the bathroom, fussing to get ready. Jackson was gonna be here in less than thirty minutes.

I ran into the bathroom and took a shower. After I debated on whether or not I should wear something nice. I mean, I was going to get dressed up by Jackson anyway, but… to hell with it. I still have that bright yellow, leather skirt stashed somewhere. I’ve never found a reason to wear it so today will be the day. With some sneakers and a graphic shirt, I could always say I just pulled out whatever if he wasn’t expecting me to dress up.

Right. That makes sense.

And on the dot, 8 o'clock, there was one quick honk from outside. It took once glance for me to be reassured thay there was indeed an expensive vehicle parked in front of thid shabby dorm. I put on some lip balm and got my purse from the other day, slipping my phone in this time around before heading out.

On my way down, I recieved a call.

I stopped on my tracks ans smiled, “Ye, Jinyoungie.” I spoke, sprinting down the stairs, with a smile from ear to ear.

“Good morning. Did you sleep well?”

I chuckled and hummed, “I had so much fun yesterday.”

“Ah, jinjja?” he mused from the other side, “I did too.”

At this point, I was outside my building, walking towards Jackson’s car who waved at me. I waved back.

“Listen, I got to go.” I spoke as I jogged to the passenger seat of the Audi.

Jinyong froze, “… Wae?”

“You know me, I have to sleep til afternoon when I can.”

Jinyoung, from not too far, clenched his phone and scoffed out a chuckle.

I got into the car at this point.

“Ahh, so you don’t have any plans but to sleep?” Jinyoung nearly hissed but held himself back. It took twice as much self-control for him not to run towards that damn black car in front of him.

“Yup. Just me and my bed.” I spoke, putting on my seatvelt.

“Ah… so we can’t hang put today?

My heart hammered in my chest. I turned to Jackson, who turned to me, puckering his lips out in an adorbale manner, mouthing out a ‘who is that’. I shook my head at him, "Maybe next time.”

“… whatever.” Jinyoung hung up at this point.

“Waahhhh, so you’re telling me you didn’t send me the pictures of you in that green dress I bpught you because of your boyfriend?”

My heart jumped into my mouth and I turned to the man shaking his head as he looked and drove forward.

He sucked in air through teeth, “Ya, that’s a violation of our contract.” I stiffened in my seat and Jackson turned to me, “Now I have to kill you.”

I choked, “M-mwo?”

Jackson turned to me and smiled, “I’m kiddiiiiing. I don’t care if you have an actual relationship put of us.”

Upon glacing my way, he burst into laughter, “Wah, I can’t believe you fell for that!” That was the final straw. I punched his shoulder hard, hard enough that it sounded like one of those generic sound effects.

Jackson whined while he chuckled and rubbed his shoulder. “Yaaaaaaa, did you do boxing when you were younger or something?”

He then turned to me and chuckled, ruffling my hair up. “AIGOOO, KYOOOO!”

I growled and shrugged him off.

“What’s his name? -or her, whichever way you swing.”

I raised my brows at that and chuckled begrudedly, “He’s not my boyfriend…”

Jackson smiled, “Hmmm, not yet. And that’s not what I asked.

I blew air in my cheeks. "Jinyoung.”

“Well, as long as, publicly, I’m the only one you date and keep your Jinyoungie under wraps, I really don’t care. But, y'know, not in a like mean way. But, like, I don’t care, so… don’t tell me about him.”

I broke into an airy laugh. “Okay, Jackson.”

The rest of the drive was anti-climactic, thankfully for me.

We arrived at this hotel and went in through the back. It was an extremely tall building that was gold with all the lights on it. Even this back door was so fancy, if we hadn’t passed the front portion of this place, I would’ve thought it was the main entrance.

We were greeted by a guard. Jackson smiled and caught my hand, promptly surprising me. He lead me into this room that seemed like it would lead to a janitor’s closet, but actually lead to this grand room with a chandellier and a flat screen TV.

“Finally,” a bubbly woman spoke, “is this her?”

“Ooooooooh, I’m so happy for you. Jackson says he has a girlfriend all the time as an excuse, and I thought it would be one of those times,” she gushed grasping my shoulders, “But boy am I happy I’m wrong.”

Jackson chuckled, “Okay, focus Hani.”

“Right,” she giggled, “come on, pick a dress.”

She lead me to a rack with many, many, many dresses with various bright, pastel, neutral colors with different designs. “Choose anything you like. Oh, and by the way, I will be your stylist for whenever you need me. My name’s Hani.”

I smiled and nodded, introducing myself.

“I know, silly. Jackson told me about you, but not nearly enough, so we have to hangout sometime, okay.”

I nodded. Then, I began to walk around, brushing my hands against the fabric of the dresses.

A phone began to ring.

“Ah, I have to take this,” Jackson blurted. “Take care of her, Hani.”

“Of course.” she replied.

My breath stopped at the sight of a peachy floral dress.

Hani walked up next to me. “I guess we have a winner.”

I turned to her, reluctant. She knit her brows, “Mmm, what’s wrong?

"Won’t it be too much?”

Hani threw her head back in laughter, “For the likes of Jackson Wang, not nearly.”

Literally, the party of Gatsby, picture that. This is what was before me.

Jackson linked arms with me and stroked my hand. “You got this.” he muttered. Just then an incoming over-accessoried man waved widely, seeminlgy out of character.

“Jackson! You made it bro!” a silver haired man cheerrd, pulling the man I was next to into a tight hug, separating us.

“I wouldn’t miss this for the world, bro.” the dark haired man replied, making his friend snicker loudly against the background music.

“Big bullshit, Wang. I can’t believe you’re lyinging in front of your girl on her debut. You know even I’m only here because I lost all excuses. At least Mrs. Cha throws great parties.” he said, turning to me, smirking.

“The name’s Bambam, babe.” he gave a lopsided smile, making Jackson slap his shoulder quite firmly.

Bambam shrugged him off and I gave a smile, saying my name in return.

“Pretty, just like you.” Bambam winked.

Jackson shoved him aside, “Wah, strike two. You wanna see what happens the third time?”

The man in a black, thin striped suit raised his hands in surrender and chuckled, “Ani, ani, ani, ani, ani. Just checking bro.” he pushed the rim of his yellow tinted glasses up the bridge of his nose. “She seems different. I would’ve seduced her this time around if she was just another fake.”

What?

My face nearly dropped, but Jackson’s loud reaction saved me. Bambam laughed and stepped back, waving his hands, “I’m happy for you, bro. Really. Your mom would be too.”

Jackson clenched his jaw and grabbed my hand, “Don’t talk about my mom so casually, Bam.”

Alarms were going off in my head. I wanted more context, yet at the same time, I wasn’t particularly excited with the idea of knowing more about this world. I wanted to, I don’t know, ask him about his mom, or, from the looks of his reaction, soothe him from a heartache… but I don’t want to imply, nor do I want to over-step, and more than that, don’t I want to overstay my welcome.

Instead, I paired my strides with his and held his hand with both my own, gaining his attention. I gave him a smile and repeated his own words, “You got this.”

With that, he turned away chuckling.

I felt warmth spiral around my shoulders.

I saw the entirety of the room from wgere we stood. We went down a flight of stairs that lead to what was a ballroom occupied with many different… exhibits. There was a live band, a bunch of acrobats, a ball pit, a large ice cream maker, a massive cake that would’ve reached the ceiling if the ceiling wasn’t so damn high, a photo booth that looked more like a photoshoot, a–

“Mr. Wang.” a woman with a thick, off-pink colored fur coat greeted, raising both her hands; her right one was holding nothing, but it seemed heavy with all the diamonds tied on it, while the left looked equally as burdened, though it was holding a crystal glass with nearly nothing left inside.

“Mrs. Cha,” Jackson nodded simply. “I give your son my congratulations.”

The woman gave a smile that didn’t really reach her eyes, as they were heavy with false lashes. Oddly enough however, even though everything about her was overdone… it suited her.

“Ye, ye.” she said impatiently, peering over to me. Jackson noticed. I gave her a smile.

“Ah, Mrs. Cha, this is my girlfriend,” Jackson said, placing a hand on my shoulder. He spoke my and so I greeted the woman.

“Mmmmm. I think I’ve heard your name before. What do you do again?”

I gave a soft smile and turned to Jackson.

“Ah, she’s still studying– business management.”

My face nearly faltered for a second time.

Did I ever tell him that was my major?

With that, she pulled back and laugh, “Ommo. Wahh. Our Jackson-ie seems like he’s really serious this time around.”

I seem to be hearing the same things about Jackson.

Mrs. Cha looked like she had a lot more to say, but suddenly a child came running, grapsing onto her leg. “Eomma, Eomma! Where’s the pony ride?!” a boy asked, rather impatienly, tugging on his mother’s dress.

“Ya, Bong-pil-ah!” she scolded, pushing the boy away and flattening out her gold dress, “I told you you won’t have a pony ride because you only scored one goal.”

“But–”

“We’re done talking about this. Run along then, eomma has to drink her mojito.”

With that, the boy pouted and ran off with a huff.

Mrs. Cha sighed, “Children. This is why I only have one.” She turned to me, though I was not addressed, “ Jackson-ie, when you two get married, remember you shouldn’t spoil your kids so much and only give them what’s due. Kure?”

Jackson nodded firmly as I felt my cheeks burn.

She pursed her lips in soft smile, “I see some other guests needing to be satisfied. See you two later, alligator.”

Once she was gone, Jackson turned to me and chuckled, “Come on, let’s walk around.”

We passed the performing band. Wait, was that Day6?

“What do you think?” Jackson asked.

I turned to him and smiled, “This is what I call a party, ya feel?”

The man beside me laughed.

I chuckled, “How old is her son turning anyway?”

“Bong-pil? It isn’t his birthday. If I recall correctly, his birthday is three-four months from now.”

I shook my head in confusion, “But isn’t Mrs. Cha the host, and didn’t she just say that she has one kid?”

Jackson chuckled, “Didn’t you hear the part where she was all like, next time score more than one goal and I’ll get you a pony ride.”

I cocked my head to side, “… wasn’t that… isn’t it a metaphor?”

“Ani. Metaphors aren’t very popular with people like us. So if someone says they’ll pay you a million for a date…” he turned to me, “or they’ll throw a party because their soccer player son scored the only goal in his team at a game they lost…”

“Waiiiiit, wait, hold up. Mrs. Cha’s son-”

Jackson chuckled and nodded.

“- Bong-pil -”

“Mmm,”

“- played a soccer game -”

“Yes,”

“- and he scored a goal -”

He raised a finger, “the only goal in his team.”

I nearly rolled my eyes. As if that was any better. “- but they still lost -”

“Mmhmm,”

“- but that was still enough to throw this party??”

“Ya, Bong-pil didn’t get a pony ride because you should give them what is due.”

At this point, Jackson and I turned to each other and laughed. I placed a hand on my forehead and huffed, “Wahhh. What a world. People are dying of starvation.”

Jackson clenched his jaw, “yes, I know.”

I huffed, “Anyway. What do we do now?”

“Anything. I’m sure at this point Mrs. Cha talked about us already, and people have been looking at us all this time.”

I knit my brows, “… so, are we going to go now?”

“Ani. We have to stay for at least an hour. You can do whatever you want in the meantime. I just have to talk to a few businessmen.”

“Wait, so you’re going to leave me?”

“I think it’d be better than to bring you along and talk about something you won’t understand, don’t you think.”

I frowned.

Jackson pursed his lips, “Go watch some magicians, get some cake. This is literally a free amusement park. Go wild.”

Upon saying this, he caressed my beck quickly and then walked off, leaving me feeling vulnerable at this point.

He disappeared into the crowd and I instantly felt uneasy. I breathed in heavily and pulled myself together. I have to seem confident, or else everything goes to hell.

I started walking around and found myself going right for the cake. I looked at the amazing delicacy and smelled from afar that it was rich chocolate. I blinked rapidly and my mouth watered.

The person in a chef’s uniform saw me and gave me a smile, “would you like a slice, agassi?”

I gulped.

I was about to nod, up until a child walked up to him and raises her plate. The chef smiled and gave the girl a slice. It was in this moment, I noticed the only once eating the cake were in the age group of 10 below. I swallowed heavily.

Would it be totally out of character to get some cake?

“If you want some, just get some.” a voice spoke from behind me. Bambam appeared beside me, “Two plates, please.”

The chef nodded with excitement and sliced up two big chucks for us.

My eyes widened and I nearly drooled.

Bambam took the plates and handed me on, “Just because only the babies are eating cake, doesn’t mean you shouldn’t. The oldies are just scared of getting fat. A bunch'a cowards of you ask me.”

I laughed, so did Bambam.

We started walking wherever, “Tell me again how you two met.”

I blinked. I shouldn’t lie… should I? “I was buying a dress.”

“Wahhh, Jackson you sly dog.” Bambam chuckled. He scooped up some cake and placed it in his mouth, “How long have you been seeing each other?”

“Not very long, really.”

“What do you like about him?”

I licked my lips. My mind involuntarily trailed off to Jinyoung. I broke into a wide smile. “Ye– uh, he’s great.”

Bambam stopped in his tracks, “Shit. You’re whipped.”

I turned to him.

“Don’t.”

I knit my brows.

“He’s never taken one of his propositions seriously.”

I cocked my head to the side. “I–”

Suddenly there was a loud cry. Bambam and I, as well as the rest of the guests, turned to the literal baby crying in the middle of the room. She seemed around 1 or 2, and her face was red.

Bambam grumbled.

I whined, “Where’s he mother?”

“Drunk. Probably. Who knows, maybe they forgot about her.” Bambam replied in distaste.

After a few moments of nothing, I found myself scoffing. “Isn’t anyone gonna help her?”

“Why would they, it’s not like she’s their child.”

I raised my brows, “Wouldn’t you?!”

Bambam looked at me, unconcerned, dumbfounded.

I scoffed once more, rolling my eyes. “Hold this,” I shoved the plate towards him and jogged off to the girl.

I crouched down and scooped her up into my arms, immediately, she was pacified. I shushed and cooed at her, rocking her in my arms. “What kind of morons are these people here?” I mumbled to myself as I carried the toddler.

Just then, Jackson emerged from the crowd with a frantic old lady.

“Bu Ja-ya!” she whined, running towards me, getting the baby. “Thank you for getting her, agassi. I have been looking everywhere. I thought her mother would do this again.”

With the child in her arms, she went off, leaving me feeling awfully confused ans conflicted. Jackson walked towards me with knot brows, “wae? Why’d you do that?”

He didn’t sound like he was attacking me, and yet deep down in his confused tone, he sounde defensive.

“Literally no one was helping so I did.”

Jackson stared at me, as if his mind went offline.

Bambam raised his brows at what was before him, and chuckled in disbelief, “Shit. He’s whipped.”

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One Million In One Day (Alternate Mood Board)

SugarDaddy!Jackson Wang x Reader Moodboard

Excerpt from Chapter 1: “W-w-w-w-wait, why do you need me? I’m sure if you’re as rich as you’re making yourself out to be, you could get someone prettier, better than me.”

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