It's you (Jinson/Jackjin)

30.

Jinyoung

I was counting down the hours till Jackson would be back. JB and Mark had been the sweetest, letting me hug them and hugging me back as and when I felt clingy.

I can't believe that it has only been a week since Jackson left for China. I have been hugging his jacket to sleep every night that his smell had faded, making me feel like he has been gone for way longer, making me miss him much, much more.

I felt like a mini stalker, tracking all his activities through fans' photos and videos. I cried with him when I saw him cry at a fan meeting, it hurt that he was so far away and I couldn't comfort him. Mark took my phone away from me after that, hiding it on him and only allowing me to reply Jackson.

We all hung out in the living room as Youngjae and Mark were playing video games. I sat quietly at the end of the sofa, watching them while constantly checking the clock for the time as his flight back was tonight.

Yugyeom and Bam were cheering them on, making way too much noise for my preference. JB was next to me, his arm slung around my shoulders as we watched them.

JB sat quietly next to me the whole time, not bothering about them despite the amount of noise they were making which was odd. I looked up at the clock for the umpteenth time, fidgeting around as my heart started pounding, Jackson should be back soon.

Youngjae and Mark switched with Bam and Yugyeom, watching them play and laughing when Bam's car spun out of control. The members got sick of the game soon and slowly drifted away from the living room, leaving just JB and me behind. I raised my eyebrows at him as he sat there chewing on his bottom lip, his eyebrows scrunched together. His eyes were out of focus as he stared at the ground thinking about something.

"Hyung" I called, nudging him.

"Hmm?" he replied, snapping out of it. He looked around, finally noticing that the others had left but made no move to get up even though Youngjae had left.

"Are you and Youngjae okay?" I asked, turning to JB. It was weird that they didn't sit together nor talk to each other during dinner, it seemed like they walking on eggshells around each other as we settled in the living room especially. He turned to look at me, nodding slowly before shrugging and shaking his head.

"Well? What happened?" I asked.

"I don't know" JB sighed, twisting his tongue in mouth. I raised my eyebrows, waiting for him to continue.

"I don't even know. He's just been... distant" JB shrugged, bouncing his leg in agitation.

"Grab him and spank him or something. I know you're into that" I laughed, covering my mouth.

"YAH" he shouts, grabbing the nape of my neck.

"I'm joking. I'm joking" I laugh, batting his hand away.

JB laughed as he let go, folding his arms as he leaned back into the sofa. I cracked my neck, waiting for him to continue.

"What time is Jackson supposed to be back?" JB asked, changing the topic instead.

"Soon" I said, looking down at my phone. Mark had finally returned me my phone now that Jackson was on his way back. He had texted me when he left the airport and was on the van home.

I had already upped my new stalking tendency and knew what he was wearing at the airport. I smiled to myself knowing that it was my hoodie.

We sat there chatting about everything but Youngjae as we waited and it wasn't long before our manager opened the door, dragging Jackson's luggage.