She was dressed in white again. A reoccurring colour in her life that always signalled Jackson in her life, but she prayed for the opposite. She knew if she saw him her heart would bleed open and she could not allow herself to retreat into that mental mindset again. Her heart was thumping relentlessly in its cage as she tried to divert her mind from drowning with thoughts of Jackson. The hair artist fussed over her hair making sure that it stayed neat and sat perfectly along her shoulders cascading down her back. She thanked him and the makeup ladies who took their que to leave. She sat there staring at her reflection silently trying to gather an ounce of courage. She had a plan etched in her mind and she would follow through. The person she needed to interact with is Jinyoung, the rest she could avoid. She looked at herself unconvinced at the stupid plan she made in her head slightly shaking her head at her own stupidity.

The producer of the show rushed Irene out who struggled in the heels and dress she was wearing. Taking small strides she managed to reach Jinyoung's side without falling and making a fool out of herself. She smiled at him acknowledging his presence as he returned the gesture. They were forced to look at cameras constantly flashing which hurt her eyes till the point she was sure she was no longer smiling. Her eyes turned fuzzy as she was pulled of the stage as got7 joined Jinyoung on stage. Her eyes shone as her sights set on Jackson. Her heart pounding again she looked at him from where she stood. He hadn't noticed her yet for which she was greatful for. As got 7 where about to move the produce halted them calling out "Irene...come here." Her eyes closed in apprehension before opening, everyone was looking at her curiously as her feet halted. She nodded in a daze and walked back up those horrible stairs. Bambam who was the closest to them helped her up noticing the heels and the pained look on her face. She smiled up at him warmly standing next to him in hopes to avoid Jackson. Luck however, did not seem to be on her side as though the universe was conspiring to get them back together after violently ripping them apart. "Irene stand in between Jinyoung and Jackson please." They all tensed, as Irene looked at Bambam and Mark . He could see it in her eyes as could Mark. They tried giving her motivating smiles placing an arm around the small of her back forcing her gently forwards as Mark did the same. She passed Jackson her cheeks blazing crimson, as he moved to accommodate her. His nostrils inhaled her scent, it hadn't changed he noted. Her white dress clung to her figure highlighting her curves for him as he felt it flowing around his feet, the angel disguise was back on, her hair slightly slick pulled straight down her back. His heart was smiling. His smirk settling In seeing how flustered she was becoming next to him. The produce then called out "okay one with Irene Jinyoung and Jackson please." Irene took a deep breath both boys turning to her. Her eyes flashed between the two before staring straight ahead. The boys stood slightly close to her almost like a shield from the scene in front of her. As they turned to move the producer called again "ok last set with Jackson and Irene please for old times sake." The tension was seen on both of their faces at the 'old times sake' the people around them were completely oblivious to the significance and meaning their words had. Irene looked up at Jackson finally soaking him in, she allowed herself the time to stare at his shamelessly. His hair had changed shade, a lighter more hazel brown and the way in which it was fixed made him more handsome. His suit was plain black contrasting with her bright white. In hindsight they looked perfect together. The producer called out "Irene we know he's handsome but stop staring it's weird." Her cheeks flushed as she was called out, her eyes down casting as his own tried to lock on to hers. She felt him chuckle besides her causing her to shiver. He looked at her odd reaction, his eyes gleaming in complete utter joy. The two were signalled to look at cameras, their smiles relaxing as his arm ghosted to her waist. She settled between him allowing the moment of contact to fill her heart stunning fans and photographers around them. They smiled at each other before looking straight back. It felt natural. Irene forced herself back to reality. She stepped away from his warmth trying to run, her dress getting caught in the process. She stumbled backwards gracefully her arms flailing out as she tried unsuccessfully to regain her balance. Jackson clasped her waist bringing her to him in urgency his body lowered, towering over hers ,his face centimetres from hers. He had caught her the shock evident on everyone's faces. Photographers and journalists took this scene to their advantage snapping away as the members of got7 and Red Velvet who had just arrived looked on in shock and happiness. Irene's arms rested on his shoulders grasping him for dear life. He stood her upright, offering his arm, as she hesitantly took it, knowing better to not make a scene. She rested her hand on his hard toned bicep as he helped her walk, slowing his pace and lifting up part of her dress so she could see in front of her when they reached the stairs. He walked her to her girls, bowing to them which was returned. He smiled at Irene before walking or rather limping to his boys. Her heart constricted at the sight of him in pain. She caught his eyes sensing the fatigue and exhaustion radiating from his body. Before she had a chance to process her own thoughts she was urshed forward by her girls who smiled at her knowingly. Irene rolled her eyes, which was caught by the boys who approached them, Irene again tensed desperately trying to find a escape, the girls sensing this held her in place as they interacted in a conversation. They talked like old friends, the ice berg breaking as they laughed and threw jokes around. "We should all get together some time. It will be fun." Said Bambam, JB quickly agreed "Yeah actually, are you guys maybe free tomorrow? You can come to our place to chill and we will cook or something." Irene was at a loss, the boys all probably knew the what had happened between her and Jackson but they were nothing but loving and kind to her, she looked at Jackson studying his features trying to see any signs of resentment but found none. She looked at the girls who were pouting and pleading with her to agree, she shook her head looking back at the boys "We would like that, tomorrow sounds good." The boys gave her 100 watt smiles that made her smile back. She took this as her chance to move, she looked at the girls "I'm just going to head back to my dressing room, I forgot something." She walked off before any of them had a chance to say anything. Steadying her heart she walked to her bag fishing out some medication she kept in emergency. She headed to the got7 dressing room making sure no one was present. She grabbed some paper writing a note and pouring a glass of water, she set the medication atop of the note making sure not to write her name. She left joining the girls who were still talking to the boys. She walked up to them "Jinyoung we should head up." He nodded as they said their goodbyes walking up to the arena they were presenting in.

An hour in and Irene could feel her heels hurting. She sighed loudly in relief as they walked off the stage to take a break, she felt his eyes hooked to her form, following her every movement causing her heart to flutter. She smiled at the floor as she focused on moving off stage. Her and Jinyoung engaged in a conversation but he was soon dragged away. She stood alone watching the stage and hearing her name being chanted like a pray. She smiled at them but moved to fix her dress. Jinyoung placed himself in between looking at those recording making sure Irene was safe. He nodded at Jackson who looked at him smiling silently thanking him.

The next half of the hosting was painful for Irene, Jackson noticed the pain underneath the false smile plastered on her face. Her and Jinyoung were doing an exceptional job, engaging everyone in the audience. Next was the got7 performance, they took their positions effortlessly capturing the audience in their world of music. Their movements sharp and clean, looking like one unit moving together. Irene's gaze was locked onto Jackson, despite the pain she could see the dedication and concentration apparent in his features, every movement consisting of the same passion as the last, his husky voice turning her on and keeping her on edge, wanting more. She was captivated. He arrested her holding her hostage. And she loved every second, her body swaying with his voice. If others hadn't been around her, her dancing would have been crazy. She smiled to herself her gaze never once faltering from the scene in front of her. She felt a sense of pride dwell through her heart. Three minutes later the performance ended the audience erupting in cheers as Irene stood clapping and whistling for them. Jackson casted his glance downwards imprisoning Irene, he winked at her and laughed at her flabbergasted reaction. The fans caught the odd moment, speculation brewing at the scene. With a final bow, they exited the stage, Jackson behind limping as Mark wrapped an arm around him helping him down. Jinyoung was given a five minute break before joining Irene back on stage.

Jackson and the boys walked into their shared dressing room laughing at a joke Bambam had told. They sat on the sofa's getting comfortable. Jackson could feel the migraine penetrating his skull, he looked in front of him curiously to see that exactly what he needed was there. Jackson looked at the boys who shrugged he picked up the box a note revealing itself. The boys stopped their conversations as he opened the note 'For your headache, take two one won't do anything. Also rest, stop over doing yourself.' The boys looked at the note in his hands smirking at each other. Jackson pulled out from his mind block, he knew by the handwriting it was hers. He half smiled to himself, the boys catching the smile. They began taking the piss out of him, his voice uncharacteristically soft at the mention of her which they all smiled at. The boys told Jackson to chill and they would bring him some refreshments nodding in acceptance they left him to his thoughts. He looked at the note, it would take more than not signing the note for him to not know it was her. He sighed taking two tablets as suggested and drinking the water he guessed she poured for him. He pocketed the note and medicine smirking. She still cared and that was enough for him. Getting up he walked out of the dressing room down towards the stage, he saw the white blurr walking towards him, his steps faltered before picking up momentum reaching her in seconds. They stared at each other, words failing them. He looked down his eyes sweeping over her figure. He kneeled down gently taking one of her legs in his grasp, he took of her heels hearing the moan of content, removing the other he stood back up, looking at her, penetrating through the barriers she tried so desperately to keep up. He swept down, his arms falling to her back and the back of her knees picking her up. She let out a startled scream causing him to laugh. He passed her the heels so he wouldn't drop her. She huffed, as he carried her to her dressing room. Walking in, he placed her on the sofa, his face inches away, his breath fanning her face, her arms around his shoulders, moving further down as she leaned back into the sofa. He kissed her forehead, his lips ghosting her ear as he whispered "See you tomorrow Irene." He offered her one last smile before disappearing in a second leaving Irene to question if he was really even there. She sighed soaking up the relaxation time she had been given rubbing her feet before she would have to put those death traps back on. She sighed looking at the door. She wanted him.

Authors note:
Hey hope u like this, let me know what you think. Thanks.