I KNOW YOU WANT ME - jackson

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[glow=#ff4a00,2,300]PLEASE EXCUSE ME I DON'T MEAN TO BE RUDE[/glow]

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please dont bes paced out so i can go to bed

edit- YESSS
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"in charge of wild and sexy" jackson said

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[glow=#ff4a00,2,300]BUT TONIGHT I'M F-CKING YOU[/glow]

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//this is human au if you're confused c: also, this is placed in america when jackson is in the national championships of fencing and also explains a few things about him. also placed in his late teenage years. enjoy.

i can't find your silver lining
i don't mean to judge

jackson sang along to the english song, a slight slur of words in his voice that could give away that he hadn't been raised on english. he walked down the tan and white corridors of the center, this was the place where he was going to be for the next few days of the championship. junior championships though, barely, he was in the brackets of his own age though, which was somewhat better. however, it sounded better when you didn't have 'junior' on the beginning of it. he adjusted the hat atop his head, taking pride in the letters 'WANG' stitched on the back as he continued on his way down the hall, fixing his headphones as well. currently the asian was looking for his room 'C109' and so far had reached C103 so he wasn't that far off, and soon found the long awaited for door.

he took hold of the nob, pausing for a moment before opening the door and glancing in. what he saw was one of the most glorious things he had ever seen. a clean room. but there was something else in there. namely someone else. jackson stepped in, closing the door behind, alerting the person who had headphones on they're head, just like him. but if they hadn't heard him open they probably meant they had the volume up pretty high. "are you jackson?" they asked right off the bat, fellow asian gazing back at him but with better english than jackson. "one and only." his rough voice echoed in the small room, which jackson was observing, noticing a few things. first of all, there was a mini fridge- which was amazing, but the room was rather small and had no windows, that bugged him. "cool, you're my roommate then. feel free to unpack and get settled in."

nodding, jackson dropped the backpack and luggage he was carrying to the floor, and began to pull things out and slide them onto hangers. "you must be good if you made it through prelims. then again everybody is if that's the case." the kid complimented him and countered himself all in one go, making jackson raise a brow,"yes, i'm pretty good. is this... elimination or none elimination?" his last few words were mistakes easily identifiable by one familiar with the language but jackson was simply trying to figure out what kind of competition it was, which seemed funny to his roommate. "none elimination? do you no speak english?" narrowing his dark orbs at the other brunette, he suddenly felt the urge to whack this guy upside the head. he definitely got the taunt in this guy's voice, which was already testing jackson's patience. "nope." jackson was sarcastic right back, all he had to do was make one mistake and this guy was on his ass.

turning his back to the *head, seconds later he heard a scoff, which made jackson smirk as he continued to place his clothing on hangers. it would be helpful to know his roommate's name later, to decide on *ty nicknames to give him, but he would have to wait to look at the namecard that was apparently under his room number. but it hadn't been when jackson arrived.

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jackson had been, as usual, fencing. he did it on his off time, or just in general whenever he felt in some kind of mood or going through a problem. however, it was a common problem for fencers to get sprains and pulled muscles due to overpracticing, usually in the legs. this was something jackson dealt with on a daily basis and had learned to live with, no matter how bad it hurt. after what happened at nationals he was determined to get his act together and get over the slump he was in due to the injury. to sum it up, his opponent had had a broken blade, and it had gone clean through jackson's right hand. his fencing hand. holding his sabre had been difficult since then, a dark worry in the back of his mind that if he actually had to fence that someone again then he would end up with the same wound. but it would be a nearly impossible chance, that person had been taken off for eligibility in a another national competition and it would be an understatement to say jackson was relieved.

but now, back to the present, he was silently shuffling back and forth in his training room, sweat dripping from him as took several fast advancing steps, lunging with his sabre extended to land a touch on the mannequin in front of him. but he backed up once more, releasing a ragged breath from the exhausting work, finally stopping at the line he had marked on the wood floor. en garde.. wearing the lame was making him sweatier than usual but you had to train in gear so you were able to handle it. pret.. he readied himself, in position and sending an intense glare at the training dummy in front of him. allez! jackson

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