"What? What do you mean?That's not possible Jackson." Jinyoung blurts out in a frantic mess of words. Palms sweaty and mind racing with 'what ifs'.
"Your body was never found Jinyoung and the police clearly hid some shit." Jackson says, some excitement evident in his voice. He grabs Jinyoung's shoulders and looks into his eyes.
"Jinyoungie, you could really live with me. We could really be..."
Jinyoung raises his eyebrow.
"Be what, Jackson?"
"Together."
Jinyoung is sure that if he wasn't a ghost his face would be mirroring the complexion of a tomato right now.
"R-right..."
"That is if you'd want t-"
"No! I mean- of course I would, Jackson, of course."
A grin spreads across the older's face.
"Really?"
"Really really."
Suddenly Jinyoung is enveloped in a tight hug. His eyes go wide with shock, but eventually he calms and sinks into Jackson chest.
"I really hope what you're thinking is right Jackson."
"Me too Jinyoung, I... I really want you here with me you know. Like...forever."
Jinyoung feels his lips spread into a soft smile and an odd warmth full his heart. A warmth he hasn't felt in years.
A/N last fluffy chapter before everything goes to shit ☺️☺️☺️
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Colours {Jinson} DISCONTINUED
FanfictionJinyoung loves the colours on Jackson arms. The way they form patterns and words, the way they seem to fill Jackson with more warmth and colour than Jinyoung could ever imagine. It's a shame Jinyoung can't feel the same warmth anymore.
