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Jackson Wang X Reader

Tears prick at your eyes as you glare at Jackson. His fists are clenched in anger, his glare also directed at you. You take a step back and retreat into your shared bedroom, slamming the door shut and locking it. You grab your suit case from the top shelf inside the closet and begin filling it with your clothes as angry, hot tears trailed down your cheeks. You sniffled as you wiped them from your face and continued packing hastily.

The argument between Jackson and you was one like none other than before. In the past your arguments with Jackson wouldn't last long, mainly because the two of you would only fight for a few minutes before making up right away. But in this case it was different. This time you couldn't just look past all the things that were slowly beginning to tear your realtionship apart. You were very understanding and supportive of Jackson's career, always rooting for him and making sure that he was happy. But lately you'd began to doubt his love for you.

The past month consisted of nothing but small pecks on the mouth, seemingly forced on his end. He spent msot of his time with his members or in the studio with one of the boys, sometimes he would even come home late, drunk out of his mind. You tried your best to talk to him about it, you waited until he wanted to talk about it and address the situation with you. But that didn't happen. It was two in the morning and Jackson came home late from drinking with his members, he wasn't as drunk as he has been the past few times, but he was drunk nonetheless. You were fed up with it and confronted him before he could even take off his shoes at the door, which only resulted in the two of you arguing. It eventually lead to some disgusting words being used. You were tired of it, deciding that it would be best to just take your things and crash at your sister's apartment.

Jackson pounded on the door, yelling for you to open it. You finish packing all of your clothing, only needing your toiletries. You shove your shoes into the suit case as best as you could before zipping it up and setting it on the ground. You grab one of the bags from the closet, filling it with your jewlrey and other materials that belonged to you. You eventually open the door and brush pass Jackson who staggered into the bedroom.

"What are you doing?" He asks.

"Leaving." You respond coldly.

Jackson grows quiet as he watches you pack your toiletries, rummaging through the drawers and medicine cabinet for all of your things. A sense of guilt washes over Jackson as he watches you stuff everything into the bag.

"Y/N-" "no. Don't even talk to me right now." You cut him off, pushing pass him and retreating back into the bedroom.

You grab your jacket and shrug it on, zipping it up as you grab your phone and charger. You stuff your charger into your coat pocket and text your sister, alerting her that you would be at her apartment in half an hour. Jackson watched as you dragged your suit case to the front door, slamming your key down onto the counter before opening the door.

"Y/N," he says more sternly, he seemed to have sobered up a bit more.

You stop for a split second.

"Don't forget to lock the door."

Your heart breaks at his simple sentence. Hot tears begin to roll down your cheeks as you leave the apartment, slamming the door shut behind you. Your stomach dropped as you realized that you were actually leaving him. You were forcing yourself to.

An hour later you find yourself sitting on the couch of your sister's apartment. She stared at you, as if she were waiting for you to lash out and begin throwing things around. You were past that stage long ago. Right now you felt like your heart had been ripped out of your chest and stomped on repeatedly by Jackson himself. Your sister listened to every word you said, she listened and kept quiet until the end.