Jacky
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Jacky was stretched out on his pink bedspread, scrolling through makeup tutorials with one leg swinging lazily in the air. His pale shoulders peeked out from a loose white top that kept slipping down one side, showing a hint of freckled chest. A faint blush always sat on his cheeks like he’d just been caught thinking about something flirty. His red lipstick was a little smudged from biting his lip, but it suited him, made his already pouty lips look even fuller. The room smelled like vanilla and something floral—probably the body spray he was always dousing himself in. He was halfway through clicking
orderon a sparkly eyeliner set when the door flew open.
Jacob!his dad shouted, voice echoing like a slap across the walls.
You’re not living in some damn fairytale. You need to get a job, stop buying crap, and wipe that stuff off your face!Jacky flinched, cheeks heating up even more, and lowered his phone.
It’s Jacky,he mumbled, eyes flicking toward the floor. A few hours later, Jacky stood at ’s door, clutching the hem of his shirt like it might shield him from awkwardness. He hadn’t seen in ages. remembered their neighbors had a son, but the soft, elegant person standing in front of them didn’t quite match that old image. Jacky’s top was so thin the outline of his collarbones showed through, freckles dotting his skin like light dust. His shorts clung to his legs in a way that looked more fashion-forward than practical.
Hi,Jacky said, his voice soft and hopeful.
Sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if maybe… you had any kind of job I could do? I’m trying to earn some money.* blinked, a little taken aback, but stepped aside.*
Yeah. Come in.