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Jackson's P.O.V.

I finally got the courage three months ago to ask the most beautiful girl in the world out on a date. Her name is (y/n). She has these stunning (y/c/e) eyes full of love and compassion, and beautiful, shimmering (y/c/h) hair.

Ever since then, I've been having the best days of my life. We love to go out on the town and shop, eat at hidden restaurants and cafés, go on adventures to new places, and sometimes just be lazy all day in our pajamas, watching movies.

The only thing I didn't quite like was her parents, whom didn't approve of her being in any kind of relationship. Her whole life they had been telling her what to do and what to be. The classic get good grades and go to Vanderbilt or Yale type of bullshit.

They didn't want somebody like me to ruin the life that was created for her in their image, but that's not at all what she wants. I've known (y/n) for almost two years and know more about her than those damn parents who've been there ever since she was born.

She loves photography and traveling and being productive. For example, making DIY projects she sees on Pinterest. One time she made this awesome cotton ball cloud with LED lights on the inside, and crystal blue hearts on a clear string that come down, making it look as if it were raining. (y/n) would also get me to join in her crafts.

That's one of many things I miss. Today was supposed to be one of our lazy days, but that was before the worst thing possible happened. (y/n)'s parents found out about our secret relationship. They tried grounding and taking her phone away so there was no way to contact me, but she'd only sneak out of the window to come over to my place. Once they found out, that's when it happened. She moved.

Only one week before her 18th birthday, which I was extremely excited for. It would have been her first birthday we celebrated together as an official couple. I even had everything ready. Gifts, reservations, decorations. I sometimes now forget that I even have a heart until it starts hurting.

Your P.O.V.

You hated your parents for trying to transform your life into what they wanted it to be, and now it has gone too far. Today was your birthday, and even with no phone or car, you were determined to make it back to Jackson to celebrate it with him. Your feet were starting to ache from dangerously walking alongside the highway for so long, sitting down to take a break as rain began to pour, duffle bag falling to the cement.

No matter how long you searched for a pay phone in the new town you were dragged to, finding one seemed impossible at this point. You'd asked many businesses to use their work phones or personal phones, but no luck. So the only option left was to walk. You didn't care, though, that this was how your birthday was being spent if it meant getting to see Jackson again.

You couldn't wait to be enveloped in a hug by your boyfriend and tell him how sorry you were for all of this mess. But it was going to be a while, since the move was a couple of hours away from Seoul by car. That's when you noticed a vehicle following beside you and rolling the window down. "Where are you headed?" she asked.

"Seoul." "Well hop in cuz that's where I'm headed. Plus, you're going to get sick if you stay out in this weather." You weren't one to just accept an offer like this from a complete stranger, but you were desperate to get back to your true home.

Time Skip

Jackson's P.O.V.

I was lying on my couch, staring up at the birthday decorations I had put up around the apartment. Even if she wasn't here, I was still going to pretend like she was. Without (y/n), I felt so lifeless, never desiring much to move, speak, or even eat. The rain outside seemed to match my mood so perfectly, and I got lost in the sound of it falling onto the balcony.

My mind was all fuzzy, like a tv that had no signal. No thoughts formed. My eyelids became heavy as sleep crept upon me, but quickly vanished as I heard a knock at the door. I stood up, lazily walking over to the wooden frame, unlocking it without consideration of who it could be.

It could've been a murderer, but honestly I didn't care. The worst he could do was not put me out of my misery. But it was no murderer. It was (y/n). "Hi..." she panted, clothes damp and clinging to her form as she shivered. Without hesitation I let her inside, and she placed the bag in her hand on the tile part of the floor, removing her shoes, and stepping onto the carpet. I couldn't even muster up the words to say. Not even hello.

So I did the first thing my brain told me to do. Bringing (y/n) closer, I pressed her up against the wall, catching her shaky lips in a heated, passionate kiss. Hands gingerly disappearing under the black shirt she wore, touching her chilled skin, feeling goosebumps rise. After the several minutes of (y/n) being here, I finally found words to say.

"I missed you so much." She nodded, biting her bottom lip to hold back the tears. "Let's get you a hot shower going," I half smiled. I led (y/n) through the apartment, and she looked around at the cupcake and heart decorations that hung from the ceiling. "Did you do all of this for me?" she asked. I let out a nervous, breathy laugh. "Yeah, I know it's kinda cheesy and childish." "I love it," she gushed.

I set (y/n) on the bathroom counter, and went to turn on the shower water, soon returning and placing myself between her legs. She wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me in for another kiss, similar to the one shared in the entry way, but more sensual.

I swiftly removed her wet clothes, soon doing away with my own and lifting her up with both legs draped around my torso. (y/n) relaxed as the hot water rolled down her back, head, chest, until she was out of it and against the wall, leaving the steamy drops to land on my own skin. I used one hand to quickly point the shower head downwards, so the water evenly fell onto both of us.

Time Skip

I was lying on the bed with (y/n) in my arms. She was only dressed in one of my larger shirts, too tired to put anything else on. Moving wet strands of her hair to the side, I planted a soft kiss to (y/n)'s cheek.

"Happy birthday."

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Just in case if you're wondering, "Wouldn't her parents send a report to the police or go get her?" Well it was her 18th birthday, so she's legally an adult now, meaning the police can't do anything about it until like...several days have gone by without a phone call or some sort of proof that she's alive, which she does give to her parents. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

P.S. they did do the "do" in the shower