Jackson - GOT7 (1)

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"Oh, babe, look at this seashell! My life is complete and I'm going to name it Tommy." Jackson smiled like a little kid as he examined his new seashell.

I chuckled. "Let's sit down here." I suggested.

He shrugged. "Ok." He sat down and sighed, placing his seashell beside him.

I sat down next to him and nuzzled into his side, our bare feet touching in the sand. "Jackson.."

"Yeah?"

"I don't think I can do it." I blurted out.

He looked at me. "Do what?" He asked slowly.

"Ever since we married, the paparazzi have been bothering me, they have been bothering us."

"What are you saying? You want to divorce me?"

"No! Of course not!"

"We are going to have people following us. No matter what. Our personal life isn't ours now, it's theirs."

I sighed. "You don't read the news do you?"

He looked at me concerned, all comical looks fading away. "What?! What was on there?!"

I shook my head. "I'll show you when we get home. I want to spend this time with you first." I mumbled.

"Ok." He sighed and kissed my cheek. "Get up." He ordered.

"What--"

I was cut off by him lifting me bridal style and standing up with a smirk on his face. "We are at a beach."

"Uh, yeah I know."

He didn't answer, instead he chuckled and walked towards the water. "We are at a beach." He simply threw me into the water.

I screamed and popped up out of the water. "Jackson!" I yelled.

He gave his squirtle smile and took off his shirt, saying his farewells to his seashell. He ran into the water and joined me. "We are at the beach." He repeated, bursting into his high pitched laughter.

I hit his chest. "You could've just asked me to go into the water! Now my clothes are wet! You're so lucky I left my phone at the house!"

"Then take them off." He shrugged. "Don't make me do it."

Luckily I had a swim suit under my clothes, so I took them off and threw them next to Jackson's shirt. "Happy now?"

He nodded and licked his lips. "Very happy." He wrapped his arms around my waist. "I'm so so happy I married you." He pulled me close and kissed me. He tapped his tongue on my lip, asking to enter, and I accepted.

His tongue was painting the inside of my mouth, and he started to fight with my own tongue. As we kissed he lifted me up by the ass and brought me deeper to the water to where it was at both of our chests. I wrapped my arms around his neck and soon my hands were in his hair. His thumbs reached to the top of my bottom part of my swimsuit, trying to take it down.

I pulled away. "No, Jackson."

"Why? What's wrong?"

I pushed him away and he let me down. "They're here." I whispered.

He looked to the shore and saw two girls taking pictures. He frowned. "I'm sorry, babe. Let's just fucking go." He grunted and started to walk to the shore, the girls started to walk away. I followed after.

We collected our clothes and put them on, even though my clothes were wet, I could give a rats ass at the moment.

We arrived home and Jackson stormed off into the bedroom without another word.

I sighed and began my wifely chores. I wiped counters, washed dishes, mopped floors, and vacuumed. Finally I decided to make Jackson's favorite meal I make him to cheer him up.

He of course was down, but he never became angry like he just did. Usually he pleads his fans for mercy. Maybe dim sum dumplings would make that smile appear again.

I made the dough quickly and formed them placing a special filling inside and putting those circular fuckers in the oven.

I walked to the room that Jackson hasn't got out of. He was looking at my laptop, with clenched teeth. He looked at me with terrified, but annoyed eyes.

"What's wrong?" I walked closer.

"You know what's wrong." He simply said.

I looked at the computer. It was a collection of the search history. My eyes widened. I didn't expect him to look through my computer to see everything.

"I'm going to tell the press." He said bluntly.

"Jackson don't." I pleaded.

"You're fucking pregnant! You were searching for drugs to help your pains and stomach?!" He roared. I was surprised at his sudden outburst.

"Uh.. y-yes and I was going to tell you at the beach but--"

"I don't want to look at you!" He yelled. "You fucking liar, and cheat!" He stood up and was inches away from me. "Why did I marry you?" I couldn't say anything, as his hand stung the side of my face with a hard slap.

I gasped and whimpered. I kept my vision to the ground, not saying a word, and backing away.

Jackson Wang just hit me. He's never hit me before but he just did, hell, he barely yelled.

I didn't cheat on him. I wanted to explain.

The news articles made it seem worse that it was.

(Y/n) Wang Found Another Lover?!

Local media has found this picture of Mrs. Wang, with Mark Tuan.

Many say that she is cheating, given the fact that she is concealed in a side hug, on the swings, and foreheads leaning on each other's. Others say that Mark is simply her friend.

Which may be true? I think that they are maybe having a chemistry.

(Y/n) cheated on Jackson Wang with his friend! It was caught.

They had an amazing marriage. Why would she do this? Is she a skank?!

My first time reading the article I scoffed, but I reread the words in my mind again. I wanted to scream. Mark was just my friend. He was imitating Jackson, but when he put his head on mine I corrected him and it was left alone after. They made a big deal.

I looked up and Jackson was still looking at me with fire in his eyes. "I didn't--"

Another sting to the cheek and a slap was inflicted.

Next thing I knew he was gone.

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I apologize omg this was TERRIBLE but part two will be better lol I'll try..

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