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not jealous | jake sim

summary: jake sim is not a jealous person. at least that's what he tells himself. so why does he find himself going through your phone when a certain "bluejay park" decides to text you?

pairing: jake sim x y/n [ft. mentions of jay park]

genre: angst, fluff 

warnings: angst, cursing (very minimal), one slightly suggestive sentence, jake being cute, some more angst lol, slightly cheesy bc jake’s just too cute ugh

wc: 3.8k

a/n: ok i loved writing this, which is why i went on to almost 4k words LOL oops. but anyways, i love jake a little too much and this type of scenario has been running around in my head for a while now so i decided to put it into words. also i may have created this blog just so i could post this somewhere LMAO anyways yeah this was my first fic so hope you guys enjoyyyy <3

Jake Sim is not a jealous person.

At least that's what he tells himself. To be fair, in his past relationships, he never showed any jealously. Then again, he doesn't know if he can call those relationships, "relationships". Does a fifth grade relationship with a girl who he was once dared to kiss during a game of Truth or Dare in the basement of a classmate's house during their 11th birthday party count? He doesn't remember being jealous when the same girl was later dared to kiss his classmate, Sunghoon. (Funny enough, that's how the two boys came to be best friends 'til this day, but that's a story for another time.) 

But really, Jake doesn't think jealously is one of his traits, even if he's now almost 20 years old without any experience with love other than his current relationship with you and that short-lived romance in the fifth grade. (What was her name again? Jake would have to ask Sunghoon later.)

So he doesn't know what clicked in that brain of his that lead him to this current situation he was in. He doesn't know why he felt a little spark of anger in him when your phone, which you left right next to him on the couch while you went to take a shower, kept buzzing with texts from "bluejay park". He doesn't know why he couldn't kept his eyes distracted from the messages, although your phone was constantly lighting up because whatever it was Jay had to say to you, he would not shut up about it. He doesn't know why he questioned what your relationship with Jay was for a split second.

In fact, you're close with all of Jake's friends. That's one of his favorite things about you, you get along so well with all his friends you might as well replace Jake himself in the friend group. So he doesn't know what tells him to take a little glance at your phone—at the messages.

But he finds himself doing it anyways.

Hearing that the water in the shower was still running (you were always the type to take long showers), he quickly grabs your phone and scrolls through the lock screen just to find that he couldn't even read the messages since you had your notifications set so no one could read them unless the phone was unlocked (darn you and your settings!) Thankfully, Jake knew your passcode––and you knew his too––or he thought he did. Until the iPhone vibrated, telling him the passcode was wrong.

He must've entered it too fast or something. So he tries again.

And again.

And again.

Until the iPhone switches its screen to say: "iPhone is disabled. Try again in 5 minutes."

There's no way. You never change your password. And even if you did, you would tell him—you two even had each other's fingerprints saved into each other's phones in the past (you know, before the world decided that Apple's home button was too lame and decided to just completely get rid of it). If there was an option to save multiple faces for Face ID, you two would be that couple that saved each others faces in your own phones.

That being said, Jake sat there, your phone in hand, frozen. Why was your phone locked? Why was Jay texting you 10 texts per second? Why did he feel guilty about this entire situation?

He hears the shower switch off and in that moment, he swears he feels his heart beat just a little faster. He tells himself there's no way you'll be out before the 5 minutes are up. You followed a really meticulous skincare routine (one that Jake memorized by now) that took an extra 15 minutes of your time after each shower.

"Hey Jake?" Your voice calls out from the tiny bathroom door crack that you left open before you hopped in the shower, "Is my phone out there? Do you mind bringing it to me?"

Fuck.

Jake shifts on the couch. Taps his foot on the ground. Returns your phone to its original spot. Clears his throat.

"Don't you want to get dressed first?" he calls back, quite timidly.

He can hear you stop moving around in the bathroom. Probably telling yourself what an odd response that was. To be fair, it was an odd question, considering the fact that you two have been together for so long, it’s not like he hasn’t seen you undressed before...intentionally or not. 

Next thing he knows, the steam is rolling out of the bathroom door and you're stepping out in your towel, eyebrows raised.

"If you didn't want to get up from the couch, you could've just said so, you lazy butt," you smirk at him as you walk towards him and the couch, leaving a faint trail of water drops behind you. Jake's eyes follow your figure as you go to grab your phone and lift the screen towards yourself.

That's when he freezes. You do too.

You cock your head, as if asking yourself why it was disabled. He can hear the gears in your head turning.

"Jake, did you try to unlock my phone?"

He runs through all the possible excuses he could blurt out. Come on Jake, think of something! But he knows he can't lie to you.

Too many beats of silence pass by.

"Maybe," he finally says—or more like murmurs. He looks up to you like a child looking up at their mom, who just them caught stealing a cookie from the cookie jar. To his surprise, you don't show any hint of anger. A flash of confusion—and is that worry he sees?—crosses your face for a split second before you shrug and turn towards your room to change, dropping the subject. It was natural for you two to use each other's phones anyways. So then why did you have that look of worry?

Jake knows you well, a little too well. But that's what you love about him. He can easily read all your emotions. One of the many things he picked up from dating you for almost two years now. But why would you care if he tried to get into your phone? Why would that worry you? All the possibilities run through head and his own worry begins to increase. He trusts you. He does.

So then why does the thought bother him throughout the entire day? Why does he bring it up during dinner later that night, when you're both cuddled on your sofa, slurping take-out ramen while rewatching your favorite k-drama under the thick blanket that you always keep in your living room for nights like these?

"Huh? Of course I've heard from Jay today, we had that conversation about that stupid meme you boys kept laughing about in the groupchat we're all in, didn't we?" You answer him when he asks if you've heard from Jay lately. You sit up from your warm spot under Jake's arm to put your empty bowl on the coffee table in front of you. When you lean back, you look up at him,

"Why do you ask?"

"Oh, it's nothing, just wondering," he says, avoiding your eyes by keeping his own trained on the series currently playing on your TV. This would be your third time rewatching this series together. He would never complain to you though, he knows how much you love it and if he were being honest, he was secretly attached to the characters—not that he would ever tell you, he would never hear the end of it from you and the boys.

"You're being weird. Just tell me, or did you forget that I can practically read your mind," you say with a giggle and shove to his side, the one you were currently warmly cuddled into. Jake wasn't the only one who learned how to read emotions; you could read him just as well as he could read you. And like you, that's one of the many things he loved about you. But maybe not in this case.

He toyed around with the contents inside his ramen bowl with his chopsticks.

"I just..." God, how does he word this? Why was he having trouble explaining it? You were the easiest person to talk to. To him, you were the only person he could tell everything to.

"Jaywastextingyouabunchearlier," he blurts out quickly, but not quickly enough for you to miss it.

He feels you shift under his arm. He feels the air in the room shift. Tension.

"What?" Now you're sitting upright, legs criss-crossed in front of you on the couch but turned, so your body is completely facing him. He mirrors you, sitting up to put his ramen bowl next to yours on the surface, but he stays facing the TV.

"Your phone kept going off because of him when you were showering," he says with a little more confidence. But inside, he was nervous as hell, the same nervous as when he asked you out for the first time many moons ago. But it's too late to back out now, he brought it up first, anyways. Guess we're having this conversation now, good going Jake!

"Is that why you tried unlocking my phone earlier? I mean I thought you were just trying to leave selfies on my phone like you always do but you were trying to read my texts?" You question, slightly raising your soft voice. He doesn't know how to react, he hates confrontation.

"It wasn't like that, Jay just kept spamming you and like I—why was he even texting you in the first place? Then your phone got disabled because you changed your password, which you never do by the way, so I–"

"I changed it because my little sister kept getting into my phone when I went to visit my family yesterday! Did you really think I was hiding something from you? You know I can text whoever I want, right? You don't own me."

Okay so now he's managed to make you angry. Good going Jake, part 2!

"Okay but what does Jay need from you so bad that he has to send you like 50 messages at once?" He's standing now. So are you, eyebrows furrowed together as you collect your bowls from the table.

Standing there, bowls in hand, you say, "Jake, that's none of your business! It wasn't even that big of a deal, I don't know why you felt the need to nosy around."

"Well, if he's texting you non-stop, then obviously it's a big deal! We wouldn't even be having this conversation if you would just tell me what you guys were talking about," he murmurs back, eyes narrowing. You scoff as you trail into your kitchen. He follows behind and stops at the other side at your kitchen island as you place the dirty dishes into the sink.

"No, we're having this conversation because you obviously don't trust me! It doesn't matter what we were talking about, it doesn't matter who I was texting! I could be texting your mother and I shouldn't have to tell you what we were talking about! That's why we're having this conversation," you say as you turn back to face him from the other end.

He hates this. He hates fighting with you (which is a very, very rare occasion). He hates that you think he doesn't trust you. He hates his insecurity eating at him, telling him to keep questioning you on why you and Jay were talking in the first place. He was aware that you were close with his friends, but it wasn't until the texts he realized just how close you are with them. It's not that he didn't trust you, he just didn't know how to act when it came to you and other guys. God knows how he got lucky enough to meet you, let alone date you, so the thought of him losing you to someone else actually terrified him. Not only were you his first real relationship, but he wanted you to be his first and only one in life. You were it for him.

"Why did he text you." He deadpans from his side of the kitchen.

You scoff with a hint of exasperation. "You're kidding me."

You stare at him. He stares back, quirking an eyebrow, as if restating the same question back, as if testing you.

You're fuming now. Why was he making it so hard? Why was he doubting you? Out of frustration, you start laughing, which scares him. That can't be good.

"Fine. You wanna know so bad? Take a look,"  you're one tone level away from screaming as you take your phone out of your pocket, unlock it, and open up your conversation with "bluejay park", sliding the phone across the island to reach him.

Jake stares at the phone which now lies there, unlocked, facing him. Isn't this what he wanted? It is, right? That's why he started this dreaded argument with you in the first place.

Then why does he feel so fucking awful?

He looks back up at you, to see you sighing and looking up at the ceiling, as if trying to force your forming tears back into your eyes.

Yup, he feels horrible.

"Happy? Happy to know we were just trying to plan a surprise birthday party for you but you and your jealously just had to know huh, Jake?" You quickly state, voice cracking, as you tried not to choke up. You weren't sad that he found out about the surprise. You were sad that it felt like he didn't trust you. That he thought you were the type of person to do god knows what behind his back. You hated the feeling of not being trusted. Especially by Jake, of all people.

"Fuck."

Jake's face (and heart) falls with the most broken expression you've ever seen. But you're too sad, angry, tired (a mix of all?) to care. Your only goal right now is to not let him see you cry.

You hurry past him, across your apartment, and into your bedroom, slamming the door behind you, leaving behind a shocked, and regretful, Jake.

His heart shrinks when he hears the door slam shut and a little more when he looks down at the still unlocked phone in front of him. He didn't have the heart in him to look at it anymore. Of course he trusted you, he knew what you said was the truth.

He mentally screams at himself for assuming the worst––for thinking that you, a literal angel, would betray him.  First, he thought he was losing you to someone else. Now, he was afraid he just lost you through his own actions. 

He hesitantly sulks over to your door, softly knocking when he reaches it.

"Y/N?"

No response.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry. I didn't know, I let my—”

"Jake just please leave me alone for now," he hears you painfully say from a distance, meaning you're on your bed. He knows the door's unlocked—the lock on your door hasn't been working for a long time now, despite the many times he tells you to talk to your landlord about it. But he doesn't find it in him to open it. He knows he messed up. If he saw you in there right now, crying, he wouldn't know what to do. He wouldn't know what he would to do himself, knowing he was the reason behind your tears.

He nods in silence, knowing you can't see him, but does so anyways and returns to his spot on the couch. He could leave right now, go back to the dorm with the rest of the guys, let you have your space like you wanted. But his heart hurts at the idea of leaving you sad, angry, or a combination of both. He can't leave this unresolved. He fucked up, he has to fix it.

And so he sits on your couch for another hour. The clock on the wall behind him continues to tick as the silent tension in your apartment continues to grow. When it hits 11pm and he's sure you've slumbered off into sleep, he quietly enters your room.

He can see your figure in the dark, your back facing the door as you're curled up into yourself under the comforter. He feels his heart drop a little more when he imagines you crying in that position from earlier. He slowly peels the comforter open and gets into his side of the bed, careful not to bother your sleeping figure.

Laying there, staring up at the ceiling, he's never felt more like a stranger in your bed. It's not that he hasn't slept over before, god knows he's probably slept over at your place more than he has in his own bed. But right now, in this moment, he just felt awful. Like he didn't deserve to be in such close proximity to you. How could he be deserving? He violated your privacy, made you feel like you weren't trusted, doubted your relationship.

These thoughts run through Jake's head as he stares up at your ceiling fan, wishing he could turn back time to a few hours ago, before he checked your phone, before he let his insecurities get to the best of him.

You can feel the dip he makes in the bed behind you when he gets in. Of course you're not asleep. There's no way sleep could reach you when you had the recent events constantly replaying in your head like a broken record.

You knew Jake with all your heart. You didn't have to look at him to know he was probably laying there, hurt, staring up at the ceiling, drafting what to say once you wake up—or once he knows you're actually still awake.

You decide to break the tension by turning to lay on your other side, facing him.

You were wrong. Thanks to the little sliver of moonlight shining through your sheer curtains, you can see him, now laying on his side, already looking at you with so much regret in his eyes. You can almost hear the cracks in your heart physically forming.

His eyes widen when he realizes you're still awake. He opens his mouth to say something, but not before you quickly shift over to his side of the bed and embrace him in a tight hold, burying your face into his chest. Without any hesitation, he returns the gesture, arms holding your body as close to him as possible. As if once he let go, he'd lose you forever.

He lets out a sigh of relief as he breathes you in. He didn't even know he was holding his breath all this time.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so, so sorry Y/N," he mutters into your hair. He feels his hoodie getting wet from where you buried your face. He pulls you closer, if that's even possible, feeling his own eyes heating up with sadness. He would never forgive himself for making you feel this way.

"You know I trust you right? Please know that. I shouldn't have assumed the worst when I saw your phone. I...I let my insecurities get to the best of me."

You move your head from its home on his chest to look up at him, as if asking him to elaborate. This was new to you, you didn't know he held insecurities in your relationship. But it wasn't because of you, no, you were his entire world. Losing you meant losing everything.

Jake's never been the best at saying his feelings. That's why it took him so long (with the help of his six best friends) to finally confess how he felt about you. He was afraid of letting people in if they could easily walk out. Maybe that's why he never let anyone into his life before you. But oh, were you an exception. The second he met you, he knew he was fucked. But thank god he did, because thanks to you, he's been able to be more open, more vulnerable. He's able to talk to you about anything and everything. He doesn't have that same fear of losing people anymore, not when he has you in his life to reassure him every step of the way. But right now, in this moment, he doesn't know how to tell you that his new fear was, in fact, just losing you.

The sheer idea of you not being a part of his life anymore terrified him. 

"I hope you know you're never going to lose me Jake, if that's what you're insecure about," you softly mutter as you wrap your free arm that's not stuck in between both your bodies around him to gently play with the ends of his hair. It's as if you could read his mind, he loves that you know him so well.

"It just sucks that you could even think I would ever do something as awful as what you were assuming...with one of your closest friends nonetheless," you continue.

"I know. I know, and I feel terrible. I'm so sorry. I know you would never do anything remotely close to that, and I know you would never intentionally try to keep anything from me," he sighs. He shifts so he can lie down on his back, bringing you with him to lie on his chest, never letting you go once. "It's just...I just don't know what I'd do if I ever lost you Y/N. Everyday, I ask myself what heroic thing I must've done in my past life to deserve this life with you and I can't help but think you could just as easily be stripped away from me."

As much as your heart breaks listening to him rant, you feel your love for him grow even more. You knew how hard it was for him to put his true emotions into words, and him telling you this reminded you how much trust he had in you.

After some moments of silence, moments of him drawing random shapes onto your back, moments of you two just holding each other like it was the end of the world, you speak up.

"I love you. I'm sorry for making you doubt yourself—"

"No, it's not your fault, I can't help but think things like that. I just don't know what I did to deserve you, and I know that I need to be mo–"

"Babe let me finish," you say with a little giggle in your tone. He immediately stops and mutters a little "sorry". How cute, you tell yourself.

"I was gonna say," you look back up at him so you're making direct eye contact now. "You're the only one that's ever on my mind, Jake. I can't help the way you think, but I can assure you that there is no one else I would rather be with. And I mean that for the rest of life."

You snuggle back into the comfortable hoodie he's currently wearing (you make a mental note to yourself to steal it from him later) and decide to ease the tension,

"So you're stuck with me for life, sorry to inform you Mr. Sim."

Jake lets out a laugh, looking down at you to see you returning his smile with a cheeky one.

"I love you. So much," he says so sincerely, so genuinely, that you almost tear up again from how content you were. Now you were asking yourself, what did you do to deserve him?

Jake Sim is not a jealous person.

No, he just loves you.

A lot.

[sneak peek] how to fake date your best friend || jake sim

update: this fic’s been posted! click here to read :) 

ok so here's a little sneak peek (aka the vague summary lol) of the fic i randomly started writing at 3am last night like a crazy person heh :D also it’s gonna be a cute lil highschool!au fic including ot7 [update: it ended up only being ft. rest of hyung line!] and im excited to write their characters :)))))

the rules jake had to follow were simple:

pretend to be the boyfriend of you, his best friend who wants the attention of their school crush, for a week and a week only 

no touching or kissing allowed, unless needed in times of desperate measure

and no matter what, absolutely, most definitely, do not fall in love.

simple right?

well apparently not. because news flash—jake's already broken one of the rules.

and to give you a hint, it's neither rule 1 or 2.

how to fake date your best friend | jake sim

✰ summary: the rules were simple -

pretend to be the boyfriend of you, his best friend who wants the attention of their crush, for a week and a week only

no kissing (bc gross cooties amirite) allowed, unless needed in times of desperate measure 

and no matter what, absolutely, most definitely, do not fall in love. 

simple, right?

well apparently not. because news flash––jake's already broken one of the rules. 

and to give you a hint, it's neither rule 1 or 2.

✰ pairing: jake sim x y/n [ft. members of enha!] 

✰ genre: fluff, comedy | fakingdating!au, highschool!au, bestfriend!au, friends to lovers

✰ warnings: cursing, high-schoolers doing dumb highschool things, underage drinking (pls don’t actually do any of this irl), jake being a certified simp, it’s LONG (i’m so sorry), cheesy kithes bc im a sucker for kithes ( ˘ ³˘)♥

✰ wc: a whopping 9.5k

✰ a/n: it’s finally finished :’)))))) it ended up being much longer than i wanted but i had so much fun writing the characters that i got carried away lolol anywaysss i hope you guys enjoy it,,,i got a little unmotivated during the process bc i didn’t know if it was good or not but here it is heh (ෆ˙ᵕ˙ෆ)♡ 

Tuesday, December 8th

Jake Sim lives a simple life. 

He likes to think he leads the normal, stereotypical life of a teenage boy. Has decent grades, plays soccer after school, skateboards around the neighborhood, has a best friend who he’s desperately in love with, and has a stable group of friends. 

Okay, maybe not so simple, because this boy would physically launch himself to the moon and drill at its surface to collect moon dust for you if you asked him to––despite his deadly fear of combusting in outer space. 

But that fear doesn’t even compare to his worst one yet: not having you in his life. 

And so, he decided to just repress any and all feelings he’s had for you ever since he discovered them in middle school, when he realized he hated seeing you go to the eighth grade dance with a date––that wasn’t him. 

He decided that he wasn’t going to risk losing a life-long friendship over some dumb, teenage boy feelings. 

They were probably powered by his testosterone anyways. Yeah, that’s totally it.

He’s totally not in love with you. 

So yes, he lives a pretty normal life. Every day is the same as the last, and tomorrow will be the same as today. But he likes it like that––he doesn’t want anything to change. 

Especially not now, when he finds himself content with every aspect of his life (okay maybe except for his history grade, god, does he hate history). 

So, it catches him off guard when you arrive at the group’s usual lunch table, located outside in your school’s courtyard, looking as excited as ever. 

Jake’s the only one at the table so far. The remaining usually showed up late––Heeseung spends his first half of lunch tutoring freshmen for community service hours (but the poor boy has no idea what he’s doing), Sunghoon is probably stuck in line in the cafeteria again (he always forgets to pack his own lunch), and Jay is...well actually, no one ever knows where Jay comes from. He’s a special one. 

It catches Jake even more off guard when you skip over any greeting a normal person would give, and start speaking at one hundred words per second. 

And that catches us up to the present.

“Y-You want me to what?” Jake’s stuttering as you stare at him with your hopeful eyes from across the lunch table. 

Despite the expression planted on your face, which screams your excitement for your “brilliant, amazing, genius, Einstein-could-never” idea (or whatever other words you used to describe it––Jake can’t exactly recall the specific terms you used, they all came out of your mouth too fast), you don’t respond to his question of bafflement. You continue to stare at him, awaiting his response. Jake could compare the look on your face right now to a puppy looking up at its owner, eagerly waiting for a treat. You know, tongue out and all. 

He swallows the lump that’s lodged in this throat (is that the sandwich he’s having, or his nerves?) and continues to give you his look of confusion laced with a nervous smile because surely, you’re joking. 

You grab what’s left of your sandwich from his hands and take your own bite. Somewhere in between you arriving at the table and now, Jake’s managed to steal the sandwich you brought today. You did make the best chicken sandwiches, in his defense. 

“Well? It’s only for the week! And I promise you, after one week, if nothing happens––if he doesn’t make a move or anything––I’ll move on from him like you’ve been telling me to.” Your words are muffled from you savoring your sandwich, or what’s left of it anyways. (Mental note to self: don’t share your lunch with Jake ever again.) 

When Jake still doesn’t respond (you’ve truly gotten this poor boy paralyzed), you find it as a sign to continue. 

“I think it’s the perfect plan. Plus, if it doesn’t work out, it’ll be like the universe is telling me to finally move on, right?” 

Wrong. 

Jake has been encouraging you to move on from your crush because well, if we’re being honest here, he selfishly wants you to himself. Even if it wasn’t romantically.

Preferably, he would kill to get to be the one who holds your hand in the hall, call you cheesy pet names, post disgustingly cute couple pics for the ‘gram––but for the sake of potentially ruining his relationship with you, he’ll just have to settle with the role of being your best friend. 

(And he’s totally fine with that! Totally. Yup.) 

But he didn’t think that you moving on would only be a mere possible outcome (that may not even happen!) from whatever this stunt is you wanna pull. 

Said stunt: Pretend to date one another and hope it catches the eye of a certain someone you have your eye on: Park Sunghoon. 

Ah yes, Park Sunghoon. The previously mentioned one who’s probably still in line waiting to get his lunch as we speak. 

Park Sunghoon, the tall, kind, intelligent, charming young boy that everyone knows. And if anyone didn’t know him, they most definitely knew of him. He wasn’t hard to miss in the halls; everything about him just radiates perfection. 

If you plucked a random high-schooler from the halls of this school and interviewed them on the Park Sunghoon, they’d say you’d be lucky enough if the quiet boy so much as sparked a conversation with you, even if it was about what last night’s chemistry homework was. 

Well if that were true, then you and the rest of the boys would be considered lottery winners. 

How that happened, how the four of you dysfunctional beings earned his friendship, the world may never know. However, Jake is fully convinced that this was the universe’s way of playing a cruel joke on him. 

For as long as Jake could remember, it’s always been just the two of you. You and Jake. Jake and you. (With the exception of Heeseung and Jay, of course, who came along in middle school) 

In fact, your earliest memory of Jake was when he peed his pants in the kindergarten during nap time. You would know, you had the privilege of sharing a sleeping mat with him that one fateful day and in result...let’s just say the smell didn’t wear off from your clothes until a week later. Five-year-old you didn’t forgive five-year-old Jake for the longest time. 

And since then, you’ve been attached by the hip. And Jake liked it like that. Jake didn’t need anyone else in his life (with the exception of Leila) if he had you. He had found his home within you, and he didn’t plan on sharing his space anytime soon. 

Nevertheless, the universe had a completely different idea for the two of you. 

Sunghoon came into the picture last year, towards the end of the school year. Despite being the new kid, he found his way into your cherished friend group and naturally, the five of you grew as close as friends could be. 

That was the problem. Jake wanted to hate Sunghoon, to despise him for being the one that you had heart eyes for, but he couldn’t. 

Not only was Sunghoon one of Jake’s closest friends, but he didn’t want to ruin the dynamic of the friend group. After you, the three chaotic boys were the next most important people in Jake’s life. 

And so, we have the typical love triangle plot that every coming-of-age movie follows. Of course, this is all unbeknownst to you––you may be intelligent and a people-person, but oh boy can you not see the heart eyes your very own best friend has for you. 

“It’ll be easier than you think, really! Look, we can even set boundaries or rules or whatever,” you propose, as if you’re trying to get him to sign a contract. 

Rules to a fake relationship? We’re not living in a Netflix romcom, are we? 

“Okay rule number 1: it’ll only be for a week and a week only, rule number 2: we don’t have to do anything too couple-ly like...” you pause to wonder for a second. 

“Like PDA or anything! You know, unless we really need to convince him,” you casually add. When he responds with radio silence and stares at you with absolute concern painted all over his face, you cough. “Jake, I’m joking.” 

Right. Of course. Obviously. 

“And of course, just try not to fall in love with me, it’ll be hard, I know,” you send a playful wink his way. 

Too late. Turns out it’s not that hard. Jake would know. 

Jake continues to stare at you in hesitation. Yeah, you’ve had your fair share of crazy ideas (that Jake always find himself agreeing to––the poor boy just can’t seem to say no to you), but fake dating you?

Jake is sure he wouldn’t be able to pull it off without slowly destroying himself. He’d just have to say no, he’s sure you can find someone else to do it for you. 

Yes, that’s it, just say no. 

Jake has to keep some of his pride in tact. 

Jake does not say no. 

He doesn’t know what went wrong. His mind said one thing, but his words said another. 

To be fair, Jake’s actions have always been influenced by his heart, not his brain, anyways. And when it comes to you, you bet it’ll be coming from his heart. 

So here he was now, under the stare of three equally shocked and confused guys across from you and him at the lunch table, your fingers intertwined with his.

Just a few seconds ago, you had spotted the rest of the lunch bunch approaching the table, and you quickly grabbed Jake’s hand and scooted in closer to him.  

Now here you were, explaining to your friends of your sudden relationship.  

Jake is too zoned out to even physically pick up your explanation. Something along the lines of "we’ve been dating for a while but didn’t want to tell you guys yet." From the feeling of your hand clutched tightly into his and your body right up next to him, his mind was short-circuiting. 

How is he supposed to last an entire week of this if he couldn't handle innocent hand holding? Hand holding? God, what are we, back in the fifth grade?  

Two minutes into this scheme and Jake's mind has already downgraded itself to a fifth grader's.  

Jake mentally scolds himself for giving in, this was not a good idea. 

It takes Jake approximately 12 hours to conclude that this stunt of yours may, actually, be a good idea. He knows this because approximately 12 hours after the events surrounding lunch, he receives a text from you: 

y/n [12:03AM]: thanks again for doing this for me jake

y/n [12:03AM]: ur actually the best

y/n [12:04AM]: ew ok that was cheesy but really i owe u a big one <333

Following your thread of texts is a really close up photo of you widely smiling into the camera. A smile so big, Jake’s convinced your face was probably in pain after taking that picture. 

Anyone else might’ve thought the photo looked borderline insane but because Jake’s Jake, aka a simpᵗᵐ for you, he comes to the conclusion that it’s singlehandedly the cutest thing he’s ever seen in the entire world. 

After quickly saving the selfie into his phone, Jake tells himself that maybe this won’t be a bad thing after all. I mean, anything that makes you smile like that meant it has to be a good idea, right? 

Spoken like a true simp. 

Plus, dating you––fake dating you––is pretty much the same as it was before. He already spends most of his days with you to begin with. Now, it’s just with added displays of affection. For show, obviously. Obviously. 

And look, if Jake will never get to actually be with you, then he’ll take what he can get. And if that meant fake dating you, well, he reasons that it’s better than nothing at all. 

Wednesday, December 9th 

Jake’s playing with the rings on your right hand and you’re in the middle of dramatically telling the lunch table about the infuriating Karen you had to deal with at work the other day when Jay comes up with a grin you all know a little too well. 

“Okay that grin means one of two things: you finally grew the balls to ask out that poor girl you’ve been teasing all year or you have something planned that we won’t like,” you interrupt your story when you catch Jay’s sly expression, evoking a chuckle from Jake, who’s now found a new distraction with the bracelets perches on your wrist. 

“Excuse you, I’ll have you know that I did ask her out. It just so happens that she’s currently ‘in between boyfriends’ whatever that means. Ouch, by the way,” Jay feigns hurt from your comment by clutching the area above his heart through his shirt. Ever the drama queen. “But yes, I do have something planned. And no, it’s not a bad idea.” 

Jay squeezes his way in between Sunghoon and Heeseung from across you and begins to pull out his own lunch. Everyone’s eyes follow him as he settles in because as bad as his unknown idea may be, you’re all still curious on what this boy has to say. 

“Well are you going to elaborate or...” Heeseung speaks up for everyone after you all mentally debate one another through darting eyes on who’s going to have to bite Jay’s silent bait.

Jay then forcefully sets both hands on his table, which elicits a little jump from you as you go for a bite of your sandwich. Adorable, Jake tells himself. 

“My parents are out of town this weekend. We all know what that means...” 

Yes. We do know what that means. The four of you have seen this scenario play out many times, a little too many times for your own good. 

This meant one of Jay’s infamous house parties that he always throws whenever his parents go out of town. And because his parents are hot-shot CEOs of an important company whose name you don’t remember (it’s nothing personal, your brain can only handle so much information and this physics exam you were studying for took up 90% of your brain capacity at the moment), they’re out of town often. 

And along with Jay’s parties comes chaos. Lots of it. And that’s because...well, it’s safe to say that despite the many school-wide presentations the police officers of your school have held in the auditorium on why you shouldn’t drink underage, Jay’s parents’ liquor cabinet always seems to find itself missing many a few bottles after each party. But we don’t talk about that. Shush. 

Almost simultaneously, everyone at the table lets out a groan, much to Jay’s disappointment. 

“C’mon guys! It’s been a while since anything’s fun happened to this school, think of all the sad students in that building right now,” he extends a finger whole-ass arm and points at your school, “who are in dire need of fun and a little...” he punctuates his sentence with the hand motion of chugging down a drink, followed with a gulping sound elicited from his tongue clicking. 

You roll your eyes along with everyone else. Don’t be like Jay, kids. Listen to those police officers. 

“Jay, it’s midterm season! I have an exam on Monday and I definitely do not want to spend the nights before wasted,” you give him an apologetic look. As crazy as Jay is, you do feel bad nonetheless. The boy just wants to have fun. 

Your response is followed up with similar comments from around the table. 

“I’m helping y/n study” 

“I have an important skating performance on Sunday” 

“Uh...my hamster died?” (ok Heeseung panicked, don’t blame the guy)

Ignoring that last excuse of an excuse, Jay continues his debate nonetheless. “Just come for the sake of it! No one’s saying you have to get wasted. Pleaseeee for me?” 

Jay throws these parties so often, you’re not sure why he’s so set on making sure you’re all going to be there. Well, I guess who wouldn’t want their closest friends to be at their own party? 

That and, Jay needs to make sure his friends are there to stop him from doing anything stupid. We all know this boy has had enough embarrassing moments to last him a lifetime. 

Everyone at the table gives each other the same hesitant look. Heeseung is the first to give in, “Oh fuck it. Sure, count me in.” 

Jay’s fist pumping the air before turning to Sunghoon with the most hopeful eyes. 

Sunghoon simply sighs in return. “Alright okay, I’ll bite. But if you vomit on my shoes again, I’m out the door.” Jay’s finger is automatically drawing a cross over his heart as a promise to not ruin Sunghoon’s Nikes again. 

He then looks to you with puppy eyes. 

You, who's already staring back at Jay with a stoic look in your eyes, are stubborn and (unlike the previous weaklings) are not as easy to convince. And somehow, this began an unannounced staring contest between the two of you, a contest to see who would budge first. This isn't an uncommon occurrence between you and Jay, but the rest of the boys are still on the edges of their seats watching this duel.

Jake casually wraps an arm around your shoulder and you’re brought in close, but still undeterred from your death-stare match with the boy across from you. 

If it’s not obvious enough, Jake’s really gotten into his role of being your boyfriend, despite it only being 24 hours since he last froze at your touch. Character development, you’ll give him that. 

You almost forget he’s faking it for a quick second. And for an even quicker second, you imagine he wasn’t faking it. And you swear you feel butterflies in your stomach at that thought. 

Weird. 

You mentally shake the thought out of your head. Priorities first, aka, beating Jay in this staring contest. 

“Fuck,” you stutter when you finally blink, admitting defeat to a grinning Jay. “Okay, okay, I’ll THINK about it. I’ll let you know.” 

Not exactly the answer Jay was looking for, but he’ll take it. Better than a no. 

He turns to Jake next, knowing there’s no way Jake will turn down a party. Just like Jay, the boy loves himself a good party. 

But–

But because Jake would take your physics exam this Monday for you if you asked, because Jake would bungee jump in the Grand Canyon without a safety net below him if you asked, because Jake would fake date you to make your crush jealous for you if you asked, he doesn’t hesitate in his answer this time around: “Same as y/n, I’ll let you know.” 

Jay looks at Jake. Then back at you, who he’s still clinging onto like a koala to a tree. Then back at Jake. “You two are gross. Admittedly cute. But gross.” 

You look up at the boy next to you to see him already grinning at you. 

For the first time today, you find yourself agreeing with Jay. 

Admittedly cute. 

Thursday, December 10th 

You are having a bad day. 

You’re having the mother of bad days. 

Not only is it midterm season, but you still have all your regular weekly assignments to finish before Friday hits. So as a natural-born procrastinator does, you stayed up all last night trying to get a good amount of work done because what’s better than cramming all your work the night before it’s due? Doing it two nights before it’s due. 

Well apparently it wasn’t such a good idea. Because now, here you were, frantically throwing on whatever articles of clothing you find nearest to you because you slept through all your alarms. 

You’re lucky enough to make it through your school’s doors right as the second bell rings, even if you did look like you just walked straight out of a zombie apocalypse. 

You’re not so lucky when you find out your first class of the day, calculus, had a pop quiz. A pop quiz on the only unit you just happened to know absolutely nothing about. 

To top things off, you forgot to pack your lunch during this morning’s frenzy, meaning you’re automatically stuck sharing with Jake.

And because his mother started making him pack his own food out of a lesson of responsibility (she said something along the lines of: “Jake, you’re about to be in college and you don’t know how to pack a decent meal”), he only has a plain PB&J sandwich and a pack of Scooby-Doo gummies in his bag today (because newsflash, he still doesn’t know how to pack a decent meal). 

Not that you could care less at the moment, you were too preoccupied with catching up on your assignments to even eat. And if any of the boys noticed your zombie-like state during lunch, they did a good job of not mentioning it. They knew better than to bother an irritated y/n. 

Somehow, you make it through the entire school day and your after-school meeting for environmental club (save the trees!) in one piece. As you finally walk out of the school building, you exhale, automatically feeling lighter. At least the hard part of your day was done. 

Now you just had to wait for Jake to finish soccer practice, which usually ended around the same time as your club, and he can drive you home, where you can continue being irritated with your day in the privacy of your own space. 

You wait on the steps of the school’s entrance, waiting for a smiley Jake to come around the corner as he usually does at 5:30pm every Thursdays. 

Yes, a smiling Jake is exactly what you needed to make your day ten times better, you conclude. 

As if on cue, you hear a ding from your phone. 

Jake [5:30PM]: ugh coach is extending practice for “team bonding” 

Jake [5:30PM]: idek what team bonding is 

Jake [5:31PM]: you ok if i cant drive you today? :// 

It’s as if the universe decided to use you as its punching bag today. 

You physically let out a distorted groan, not caring if anyone who happened to hear you thought you were a creature from out of this world, as you send him a text back.

y/n [5:32PM]: it’s all good lol have fun with tEaM bOnDiNg

Things were not all good. But no matter how upset you may be, you weren’t going to project your negative vibes onto Jake’s naturally positive ones. So you get up from the stone steps and begin your dreaded walk back home. 

It’s freezing out. You should’ve known better to just throw on a hoodie and call it a day when it’s the middle of December. But then again, you figured by now you’d be in the comfort and warmth of Jake’s car and presence...not walking home in these freezing temperatures. 

You think about Jake and how he’s probably currently suffering from not only his team bonding exercises (but really though, what are team bonding exercises?), but doing them in this weather as well. The poor boy. 

You’re quickly broken out of your thoughts by the sound of a car engine from behind you. When you don’t see it pass by you and instead hear it pull over and park next to the curb of the sidewalk you’re currently on, you automatically deduce that this is it, this is my time, I’m about to get kidnapped by whoever it is behind me but y/n, you should probably turn around and check first before you drive yourself insane in this inner dialogue. 

You turn around and squint into the front window of the car. If it were a kidnapper, this is exactly what your mother told you not to do. Her exact words were: “Run, don’t look back, and scream bloody murder.” 

Good thing it wasn’t. Just an innocent Sunghoon waving his hand at you, motioning you to get in. 

“Sunghoon?” You approach his car and stop at the passenger side’s open window. 

“y/n! It’s freezing out, I’ll drive you home c’mon,” he nods his head towards the passenger side door. 

Well, how could you say no? Sunghoon owns a nice car. Like a nice car. Like car-seat-heaters-that-make-you-feel-like-you’re-physically-melting nice. Beats getting hypothermia outside, right? 

“Why are you going home from school so late?” You ask as you settle into his car, instantly melting at the touch of the aforementioned heated seats. 

“Debate club, actually. Decided I needed another personality trait other than ice skating,” he starts the engine and begins driving towards the direction of your neighborhood. 

You laugh at his comment, you didn’t peg him as a debate kind of student. Quiet Sunghoon? Debate club? If 2 plus 2 is four...

“Hey, I don’t call you the Ice Prince for nothing! Also, don’t forget your other personality trait: forgetting your lunch every day.” 

Sunghoon quickly glances over at you to send you a dirty look (because eyes on the road, kids!), which you return with a cheeky grin. “Need I remind you that was you today?” 

“Touché,” you click your tongue. 

The two of you fall into a comfortable silence, the faint sound of Sunghoon's music in the background filling in the quietness.  

You’re humming along until Sunghoon breaks the silence, “Did Jake get stuck at practice again?” 

You don’t know why, but you swear you feel your heart beat faster at the mention of Jake’s name. No, that was always there right? Because you were with Sunghoon...your crush..obviously. Obviously. 

Ignoring the feeling, you turn your attention towards the boy driving you. 

“Oh yeah, something about team bonding. How’d you know?” 

“Eh, I just figured since he wasn’t driving you home like he always does.” He turns into your neighborhood. 

You nod at his answer. 

“You two make a good couple.” 

You whip your head at him. Did you hear him correctly?

“It was about time, really. You two have been ogling at one another for so long, Heeseung, Jay, and I almost placed bets on who would be the first to make a move.” 

He keeps his eyes on the road, casually going on about how you and Jake make the cutest couple he’s ever seen. 

You're frozen, unsure of what to think, let alone say. 

You think to two days ago, when you started this entire fake relationship because of the very boy driving you home right now. The same boy who's complimenting you on your fake relationship. The same boy who's supposed to be jealous over that said relationship. The same boy you’re supposed to be crushing over.

But now...only a mere 48 hours later, you were finding yourself okay with the fact that he was happy for you. And for the life of you, you couldn’t remember why you liked Sunghoon in the first place. Not saying he isn’t one to be crushed on, I mean, look at the guy. 

Maybe, just maybe, it had something to do with the fact that you didn't feel nervous or giddy or..anything at all when you got into the car with Sunghoon. At least, not until Jake's name was mentioned. That's when you felt the butterflies. At the mention of Jake.  

Jake. 

Weird. 

But before you can come to a conclusion on why you're feeling the way you do, Sunghoon interrupts your thoughts.  

"Well, we're here! Say hi to your parents for me," he pulls into your driveway as you're still collecting your thoughts.  

You give him a quick thanks and one last wave as you enter the front doors of your house.  

Seeing that your only solution towards confusing feelings meant distracting yourself, distract yourself you did.  

Even if it meant distracting yourself with your piling assignments.  

The next time you look up from your work, it's suddenly way past sundown and a heavy storm has taken over. You’re surprised it hasn’t started flooding yet with the amount of rainfall you were hearing. 

You check the time on your phone, the bright 8:16PM on the screen illuminating your dimly lit room. Seeing that neither of your parents have yet to be home from work, it looks like you were going to have to settle with some instant ramen for dinner tonight.  

As you trudge down the stairs of your home, the sound of light knocking against the front door catches your attention. It's been a long day y/n, you're probably hearing things, it's definitely just the rain.

Nope. There it is again, but much louder. Much more urgent.  

You contemplate any and all potential disasters that could happen from answering the door. Only a crazy person would be willing to go out in this hurricane-like weather to be frantically knocking on your door.  

And so, you assume it has to be some psychopath trying to get into your house. Yes, there’s definitely no other logical explanation. 

You scramble around your living room, looking for the next best weapon to defend you. Resorting to the flower vase your mother keeps on the table next to the front door, you hold it out in front of you, as if you're waiting for the door to burst open.  

The knocking continues, gradually getting louder. You mentally curse at yourself for dropping out of the taekwondo class your dad signed you up for when you were younger.  

Vase in hand, you swing open the door and brace for–

"Jake? What the fuck? Get in here, you're gonna get sick!"  

You’re suddenly aware of how stupid you look, holding a light pink vase with a couple of orchids as your only form of self-defense...for it to only be your own best friend. You immediately put it back on the table as Jake quickly rushes past you and into your humble abode.  

You close the door behind you and turn to face the soaked boy.  

“I come bearing gifts, also known as take-out and hot chocolate from that one cafe you love. Also my company, if you’ll take it. I had a feeling you weren’t having the best day today,” he’s simply standing there, holding up a large brown paper bag in one hand, and a deliciously smelling cup of hot chocolate in the other, but you’re looking at him as if he bought you the Moon. 

You stare in awe at the angel of a boy in front of you, silently thanking the stars for gifting you this amazing human being as your best friend. You don’t know what you did to deserve him. 

You give him a soft smile. “Jake, you didn’t have to. It’s practically a shitstorm out there,” you cock your head towards the window, showcasing the downpour of cats and dogs outside. Jake stays by the entrance as you go down the hall and through your house’s linen closet to find a spare towel for the drenched boy.

“Nah it’s no big deal, really. Just fulfilling my duties as your loyal boyfriend,” he grins, even though you can’t see him. He likes calling himself that. Your boyfriend.

Jake continues to shake his messy hair to get the excess rain off, giving a mental apology to whoever is going to have to mop up the puddle forming on the floor due to his unannounced visit. Probably you. 

Jake hears you laugh down the hall. “You’re really invested in your role, huh? Keep this up and you might actually trick me into believing you’re my actual boyfriend.” 

Actual boyfriend? Jake likes the sound of that. Maybe he will keep this up then.

Jake doesn’t have much experience in acting, unless you count that time he played the role of Town Villager #3 in the third grade play, so he never found it as one of his interests. But playing the role of your boyfriend was one he was willing to fulfill for the rest of life, even if it was just for show. 

Jake doesn’t respond to your comment, he’s instead self-aware of his blushing cheeks, thankful that you’re too busy rummaging through your linen closet to take notice. 

“Plus, you didn’t have lunch today and I had feeling you were going to be too caught up in your work to feed yourself anything other than instant ramen,” he sets down his gifts to you on your living room’s coffee table as you come around the corner, fresh towel and new set of clothes in hand. 

His eyes fall on the familiar looking pair of sweatpants and hoodie resting on the palms of your hands. 

Hm. A little too familiar. 

Then, it clicks in his head. 

His eyes narrow at you as you giggle at his reaction, “Oh, so it takes me getting drenched in the rain for you to finally return my clothes that I’ve been missing!?” 

“Hey! I’m not returning them, simply loaning them out to a friend who’s in dire need. You basically gifted them to me the second you left them here months ago.” 

“You’re annoying.” 

“Love you too,” you toss the clothes at him and take a seat on the floor around your coffee table, prepping the table with the boxes of Chinese food Jake supplied. 

After Jake changes into the stolen dry clothes, he takes a seat next to an already-eating you at the coffee table. 

“You. are. my lord and savior Sim Jaeyun,” you’re saying with your mouth full of fried rice. You sigh from satisfaction and rest your head against Jake’s shoulder as you continue chewing. He grins as he helps himself to his own serving of fried rice and orange chicken. 

You look up at him from your spot, “How was team bonding today?” 

Jake groans in response, clearly annoyed. “Stupid. I don’t get how doing trust falls and pyramid building is going to get us any closer. If anything, I almost FELL off that pyramid today!” 

You don’t know why, but you find yourself admiring him and his soft features as he continues to rant about one of his teammates, specifically, the one who almost dropped him. 

The way his messy hair, unkept from the rain ruining it, almost covers his eyes (but you tell yourself you like it this way, it looks more natural on him), the way the corners of his lips are always perked upwards (even when he’s ranting), the way his eyes sparkle whenever he’s truly passionate about whatever he’s talking about, the way his eyes look at you like–

“Stare much? Look, I get you can’t resist my good looks but at least be subtle about it,” he smirks at you as he takes another spoon of rice. 

You break out of his trance and scoff at him. 

“You’re cute when you rant,” you nonchalantly say as you move from your spot to mirror his actions and add more rice to your plate as well.  Jake’s stills at your sudden comment, unsure of how to respond. Lucky for him, you’re distracted by the mountain of food on your plate to even notice the blushing mess of a boy next to you. 

“You know, you’re lucky you’re cute. Or else I’d deck you right here and now for ditching me after school today.” 

Anddd there goes the moment. Leave it to you to follow up a compliment with a threat of violence. 

Jake finds it cute anyways. He always finds you cute. 

Jake narrows his eyes and lightly shoves you before an apology is written all over his face. “Sorry about that by the way. I feel awful about making you walk home when it was freezing out.” 

“Nah, it’s okay. Sunghoon gave me a ride, actually. Did you know he does debate? I guess you learn something new everyday,” you ramble, unaware of the boy next to you getting tense at the sudden mention of the other’s name. 

Up until now, Jake’s completely forgotten about Sunghoon's involvement in this entire scheme. In fact, the past 48 hours with you have felt so normal, so comfortable, he almost forgot about the deal in the first place.   “You think he has any clue?” Jake suddenly asks, referring to the plan. 

You immediately know what he’s referring to, as Jake practically worded out your very own thoughts. 

You shrug. “Not a single one. We’re practically William and Kate in his eyes. But honestly, that’s the least of my worries right now. I’m too distracted by my exams right now to care.” 

Jake feels guilty for being satisfied with your answer. He’s 100% sure that if convincing Sunghoon took you two an entire lifetime of fake dating, he’d be all too willing to do it. 

“Go to Jay’s party with me tomorrow,” he abruptly says, catching your attention as your mouth is stuffed. Cute. 

He pokes your cheek. “It’ll get your mind off of work and plus, what’s more convincing than showing up to a party with your amazing boyfriend?” he wiggles his eyebrows at you. Jake doesn’t know where he gets his sudden surge of confidence. But he does know he loves calling himself your boyfriend...even if it’s for the time being. 

Rolling your eyes and swatting his poking fingers away from your face, you ponder on his suggestion. 

“You mean my annoying boyfriend,” you stick your tongue out at him. Jake takes a mental picture and hopes it never leaves his mind. 

“But I guess you could be right. Maybe I can clear my head for the night before I study my ass off all weekend.” 

Friday, December 11th 

The party does not clear your mind. 

If anything, it gives you enough headaches to last you at least until the end of high-school. 

You come to this revelation as you and Jake approach Jay’s home, a luxurious mansion sitting at the end of a cul-de-sac, lined with similarly luxurious palaces, located in an equally luxurious neighborhood. 

You come to this revelation when you can already feel the pounding bass of music as you walk up Jay’s driveway. 

You come to this revelation when, not even two seconds after entering Jay’s front doors––

“You’re here!” A buzzed Jay shouts at the two of you, causing the both of you to contemplate your past choices that brought you here today. Jay definitely isn’t straight up drunk yet, but Jake still makes a mental note to keep an eye on him tonight. Just in case. 

The blonde-haired boy is quick to hand over two red solo cups of god knows what, to which you and Jake immediately put down on the nearest table after Jay walks away to greet the next incoming guests (you know, to not hurt his feelings). 

You and Jake are lucky enough to have been around Jay and his parties long enough to know that going all out at these parties will not be pretty the next morning.

You cringe at the memory of last year, when you had to suffer from possibly the worst hangover of all hangovers after one of Jay’s parties. Jake will never let you forget how miserable you looked the next morning. His camera roll’s album titled “y/n blackmail pics” can vouch for that.

“Remind me again to never listen to you,” you almost have to shout at Jake over the thumping music. Jake laughs at your comment and tugs at your hand as he begins entering the house.

The two of you do your rounds of greetings to the people you know...and random underclassmen who you swear you have never seen before but somehow made it to this party. You’ve always questioned how Jay’s invite list worked. Maybe there isn’t one. That would explain how it looked like someone announced Jay was giving out free Teslas and the entire school got hold of the news. 

“Thank god you guys are here,” you hear a voice come from behind the two of you as you guys leave the main room to enter the house’s smaller, but just as luxurious looking, den. You turn to see Heeseung with Sunghoon following closely behind, trying his best not to get swept away in the crowd of people. 

The den is where you usually stayed during these parties. It’s not like there are rules of where people are allowed to party, by any means, but it’s like how a high-school’s cafeteria worked. There’s a mutual silent agreement of where everyone goes, and the den is where the party host and his friends went.  

“Okay, is it just me, or is tonight’s party just a little...too..much?” Sunghoon asks as the four of you take your seats on the main couch of the room. Jake’s quick to make space for you next to him as you go to sit, but to his surprise, you find your home right on his lap. 

“You said be convincing right?” you say into his ear as you settle yourself. Right. That’s totally why. Because you had to go along with the ruse. Obviously. 

You shift a bit so you’re more facing sideways, not blocking off Jake’s line of vision as the boy himself is..well, calling him a rag doll might be excessive. 

But he’s sure he looks like one right now, having lost all senses in his limbs, leaving him frozen underneath you. 

Jake Sim is the epitome of politeness. He was raised in a family that taught him how to respectfully greet others, how to always offer food to others before eating it himself, how to properly treat a significant other. As a result, Jake grew up to be one of the sweetest, kindest, purest people to ever walk this earth. 

(Relatively speaking, the earth is large, but so is Jake’s heart.) 

But human-beings aren’t perfect, they must have a balance. A balance of pros and cons. 

Sure, he can’t pack his own lunch and sometimes forgets to water the little succulent you gifted him that’s currently seated on his window sill. Sure, sometimes he’s too sweet for his own good, you know, like willing-to-be-your-fake-boyfriend too sweet. But aside from the minor details, Jake Sim doesn’t have many cons, no. 

But he sure can be awkward. 

And so because Jake Sim is sweet, kind, pure, and awkward, he is unsure of what to do with himself when you’re seated right on top of him. 

As if you could read his befuddled mind, you take his arm that’s resting behind you to wrap around your waist as your support as you throw one of your arms around his shoulder. And throughout this entire adjustment, his widened eyes are staring right at you. 

Bless this pure, pure boy. 

Also bless the position you’re in, blocking the two other boys from directly seeing Jake’s face. Because if they were to catch glimpse of Jake’s expression right now, your cover might be blown, just like that. You’re lucky Heeseung and Sunghoon are distracted by another classmate who came up to them. 

“Relax,” you sweetly laugh, cupping his chin with your free hand and lightly squeezing his cheeks. “You’re so adorably awkward.” 

Jake pouts at you. “I am not awkward!” 

“Right, and I’m totally dating you for real,” you playfully whisper at him, eliciting a poke at your waist in response. 

Twenty minutes of people-watching-aka-“who do you think is gonna pass out first?”-from-your-spot-on-the-couch later, the four of you draw your attention to the rowdy party host you all have the honor of calling your friend––aka Jay––dancing (that is, if you call wildly swinging your limbs in all four directions dancing) in the middle of the den. 

"Oh god, look at him," Sunghoon voices from besides you.

Heeseung's already filming the moment on his phone. Ah yes, technology. The best thing to ever happen to drunk teens' friends.  

"He's so wasted," you throw your head back as you let out a laugh. “We should help the kid out.” 

Poor Jay. He's not gonna hear the end of it after tonight.

"I don't know why he thinks these parties are such a good idea when he knows how trashed he's gonna be when he wakes up," Jake says, his hand naturally squeezing your waist as you giggle at his comment. "And how trashed the house will be."  

Jay slumbers over to where the four of you are seated, and abruptly stops right in front of the couch.

"My best friends!" Jay happily cheers. “Having fun?” 

“Watching you? Always,” you say to the boy who’s squeezing into a seat between you and Sunghoon, as if the small couch wasn’t already suffocating enough (and that’s with you on Jake’s lap). 

“But for real though, you should probably lay off the drinks for now,” Heeseung insists. “For all our sakes.” 

Sunghoon nods along and grabs the cup Jay’s currently nursing and sets it down where it’s out of Jay’s reach, much to his dismay. But the disappointment quickly leaves the dazed boy’s head, as his attention is now directed towards you and Jake. 

“Well if it isn’t mom and dad,” Jay turns to face you and Jake, certainly amused by your seating arrangement. 

“You know–” Jay points a finger at the two of you. “For a couple that’s certainly close, I haven’t seen you two kiss.” 

Jake is immediately coughing, certainly not expecting that to come out of his friend’s mouth. 

“Okay and your point is?” Jake frowns at Jay. If Jay wasn’t tipsy, Jake would’ve smacked the back of his head by now. 

“I’m just saying...” the blonde responds, both hands up in the air as if Jake is accusing him of something, when in was, in fact, the opposite. “But nevermind, Jakey boy here is probably too innocent for such nonsense anyways.” 

Yes, it’s confirmed. Once Jay sobers up tomorrow, Jake is driving over to his house (even though it’s a good ten minute drive from his own) just to smack him. 

“What do you mean I’m too–” 

Jake doesn’t finish his sentence. In fact, Jake doesn’t even remember what he was going to say. 

Jake doesn’t think nor feel anything else other than your lips planted on his. 

You’re pulling him in close, your hands cupping his face as his own are twitching on your waist, his mind flustered. You move your hands from his face to his neck, to which Jake immediately relaxes at. 

Sure, you two are in the middle of a dumb high-school party, one filled with pounding music and shouting teenagers, but right now, in this moment, Jake can only feel you. And he doesn’t want the feeling to ever stop. 

When you part, Jake’s eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips, his own parted in shock. He thinks he might pass out right here and now. He thinks his heart might explode right here and now. He thinks he might lov-

“Happy?” you turn to a satisfied Jay, ignoring the looks of amusement from Heesung and Sunghoon besides him. 

“Well,” you pat Jake’s leg as you get up from your spot. “I’m gonna get us some drinks. Punch only, of course.” 

Jake’s eyes are on you as you walk away, his face tinted pink from the adrenaline of it all, his heart racing. 

Jake thinks back to three days ago, when he told himself that this idea of yours was going to be all fine. After all, it was only going to be for one week. Afterwards, he can move on with his life as if nothing happened. 

But fast forward 72 hours later, 72 hours after you and Jake started this act, 72 hours after Jake told himself it’ll be all fine, Jake knows he was poorly mistaken.

Because 72 hours later, in the middle of a party that reeked of the combined smell of alcohol and sweat, Jake knows one thing and one thing for sure.

He never wants to move on from the feeling of being with you. He never wants to move on from this.

From you. 

He’s screwed. 

Saturday, December 12th 

When Jake wakes up, much later than he intended to, on Saturday morning, the first sensation he feels are his tingling lips, still in disbelief that they graced your own last night. 

The second sensation being his pounding mind––it’s running through ten million thoughts at a time, telling him no last night wasn’t a dream. 

Third: his heart beating so fast at the thought of you, he thinks he might beat out of his chest.

And fourth, a buzzing noise. 

Jake blindly flounders his arm to the table beside him in hopes of finding the origin of the annoying sound, aka, his phone. 

After knocking down multiple miscellaneous items on his nightstand (he makes a mental note to clean his room later), he successfully retrieves the item of search. 

Jake squints at the bright screen, mind still cloudy from a mix of 1) being half-asleep, and 2) still processing what happened the night before. 

y/n [11:10AM]: r u awake yet? 

y/n [11:22AM]: imma take that as a no

y/n [11:35AM]: lemme know when ur up 

jake [11:44AM]: just woke up sorry 

jake [11:44AM]: are you okay? what’s up

y/n [11:45AM]: r u busy? 

y/n [11:45AM]: kinda wanted to talk abt smth

jake [11:45AM]: uh well no im still in bed lmao

y/n [11:46AM]: cool im outside your door 

Jake’s eyes widen as he processes your last few texts. 

Talk? Outside his door? 

Jake’s heart is nervously pounding as jumps out of bed and quickly puts on the first plaid flannel he finds. He scrambles to his mirror and gives his reflection a quick run-down. 

He’s sporting your his favorite hoodie underneath the flannel that’s long overdue a wash and his tousled hair has seen better days, but he couldn't care less. 

Before his mind can catch up to his actions, he’s rushing down the stairs, skipping two at a time and to this front door. Because he didn’t want to keep you waiting? Because he was too excited to see you? Maybe a mix of both. Definitely more of the latter, however. 

He quickly runs a hand through his hair to try to fix it up as much as he can, to no avail, before opening the door to reveal you, sitting on the steps of his front porch. 

“y/n,” he’s breathing heavily as you turn to greet him with your sweet smile he didn’t even realize he was missing. Is it possible to miss someone overnight? Jake concludes yes, it definitely is. 

“Did you run down here or something?,” you question his out-of-breath state, a teasing tone laces the tip of your tongue. 

“Or something,” Jake mutters as he closes the front door behind him to join you on the steps when you make no sign of moving. “Have you been out here all morning?” 

“Not allll morning. I had a feeling you’d sleep in so I came around the time I first texted you. Would’ve knocked but didn’t wanna bother your family,” you hum, keeping your eyes trained on the peaceful scenery around you. 

You’ve always loved Jake’s neighborhood, it brought you a sense of peace, a sense of home. 

Or was that because it reminded you of Jake? 

“You could never be a bother,” he quickly rebuttals as he takes his seat next to you on the steps. 

You respond with a soft smile before turning your attention back to anything other than the boy next to you. Your mind seems to be lost in its own thoughts, Jake can tell by the distant look in your eyes. 

The sound of birds chirping in the distance fills the silence that falls between the two of you. 

Any other day, Jake would love this. He savors every second he’s with you, even if it’s just pure silence. 

But this silence was different. It wasn’t the usual comforting, warm silence that the two of you share on a typical day. This one held tension, tension so thick that Jake doesn’t know where to begin thinking. 

But here’s the thing. Jake doesn’t think. 

Not when it comes to you. 

He takes a deep breath. Rubs his hands together. Pats them on his lap. Turns towards you. 

“Look, I-” 

“I think I might like you.” The words come out of your mouth so fast, Jake’s positive he heard you wrong the first time around. 

He whips his head to meet your eyes, your own already staring back at him, your bottom lip nervously tucked under your teeth. 

“No, I––I do. I know I do. I’m sorry. I didn’t know how to tell you and I don’t think I’m doing a very good job right now,” the words are all of the sudden tumbling out of your mouth as if your brain flipped a switch and isn’t able to turn it off. “In hindsight, I should’ve known better to fake date my own best friend. But these past few days made me realize how much I love being with you. And not like how I’m always with you 24/7 before this entire thing started, but being with you. I even started getting that weird, bubbly feeling in my stomach every time I so much as heard your name. And then last night at the party, I realized afterwards that I wouldn’t have kissed you if some part of me didn’t see you in that way. Even if it meant Jay would’ve been on our asses all night if I didn’t. So yeah.” 

You finish with a deep breath and look up at him to meet his widened eyes. Silence.

Jake thought he was braindead during last week’s history quiz. Jake thought he was braindead when he had to cram a semester’s worth of chemistry content the night before his exam. Heck, Jake thought he was braindead when you first told him about your idea of a fake dating him. But no, this is braindead.

He’s finally hearing what he’s been dreaming of for so long, and of all times, now his brain decides to shut off.  

“Are you..uh..are you gonna say anything?” You’re nervously fumbling with your hands, desperate to distract yourself with anything else apart from his silent stare. 

"Why are you sorry?" Jake says before his mind can think of anything else. He doesn't pay attention to his thumping heart that's one look-from-you away from exploding right then and there. "You didn't do anything wrong. If anything, you took the words right out of my mouth.” 

Now you're staring at him with the wide eyes, the words processing in your mind.

Jake realizes he's waited too long to do this. A few years too long. He also realizes he shouldn't have put on that extra layer of a flannel. The nervous tension created by the two of you was suffocating enough, and being outside under the bright sun didn’t help. 

"I like you too. God y/n, I like you too so much," Jake doesn't even care if his words are all sorts of messed up right now. He just needs you to get the idea. "I have for a while now.” 

You let out a relieved sigh, ecstasy rushing through your blood. “Really? I think I have for a while too. I’m so stupid, it took me so long to realize it. It didn’t hit me until I realized how I felt around you, compared to the guy I’m supposed to actually have a crush on.” 

Jake lets out a laugh, the tension immediately dissolving. “Hey, if it wasn’t for Sunghoon, I don’t think we’d be here right now.” 

“You’re right, I’m too oblivious and you’re too awkward to actually make a move,” you wink at him. If his heart wasn’t fluttering at the sight of you, on his porch on a Saturday morning, confessing your feelings to him, Jake probably would’ve lightly shoved you away. 

Instead, he’s turning to you with the most endeared look on his face, and you’re blushing underneath his gaze.

“What? Stare much?” You giggle, quoting the boy himself as you shyly duck your head to avoid his stare. 

Jake gently grabs your chin to tilt your face towards his, and before you can process what’s happening, he suddenly meets your lips with his own, closing the gap between you two. 

Jake thinks if the ground underneath him right now decided to open up and swallow him whole, he’d die happily. 

Jake smiles against you, feeling comfort in ways he’ll never be able to achieve without you. 

Your hands instinctively find their way into his hair, as one of his rests below your ear, thumb softly caressing your cheek, the other pulling you in by the waist. He’s naturally leaning into you, gravitating towards your warmth, unable to stop the giddy feeling bubbling in his stomach. 

He doesn’t think the feeling will ever go away. 

When you pull away to catch your breath, you rest your head against the nook of his neck, basking in his presence as his arms both find their way around your waist. You sigh in pleasure. 

“Remember at the beginning of all of this, when you told me ‘Just try not to fall in love with me?’” Jake gently says. Jake feels the slight nod you give against his shoulder as you hum in response. 

Jake whispers two more words into your ear, filling you with happiness and warmth you know you won’t be able to find through anyone––or anything––else. 

“Too late.” 

✰ if you made it ‘til the end, ily :’))))) 

Ajfsnrksndjsks, that's so cute 🥺🥺 especially Sunoo's 💛

fluff platonic love between butler! enhypen and 10 year old princess! reader ♡ (REQUESTED)

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—✧ pair: butler! enhypen x 10-year old princess! reader

—✧ genre: fluff, platonic love

—✧ words: 2,804

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LEE HEESEUNG as your butler!

- you were all dolled up by your maids in your room for a fancy dinner your parents had planned with the royal family from a kingdom far away from yours.

- you smiled at your reflection as one of your maids finished your face off with your favorite shade of pink lipstick, as another one tied your hair into a braid from behind.

(the rest of heeseung and the other members under this cut!)

- “good evening, is princess y/n ready-“ a voice spoke out when the door opened, you turned your head to the door with the biggest smile on your face, seeing that it was your only favorite butler.

- “heeseung-ah!~” you giggled, he grinned at you as he closed the door behind him. “why hello princess, you look absolutely stunning.”

- you ran towards your butler, leaving the maids behind and hugging his waist, tugging down on his suit with your little hands. “you really think that? i feel really pretty looking like this and hearing it from you makes me feel a hundred times prettier.”

- heeseung smiled down at you, patting your head and making sure he didn’t mess up your hair, “of course you do, princess.”

- he kneeled down on one knee to your level as you pulled back from him, now looking at his face with the brightest expression plastered on your face.

- “even if you weren’t all dressed up like this, i still think you are the most beautiful princess among all kingdoms, princess y/n.” heeseung smiled at you, you bowed your head down, growing shy at his statement.

- heeseung stood up again, bowing at the maids who bowed back at him. he holds out his hand in front of you, with you taking it with your small one.

- “well, we wouldn’t want your parents and the guests to keep on waiting, yeah?”

♡ ♡ ♡

PARK JONGSEONG as your butler!

- you gasped loudly at the sound of glass coming in contact with the ground, covering your mouth with your hand as you took a few steps away from the disaster.

- little clumsy you was trying to get some chocolates from the kitchen counter and due to your small figure, it was harder than you thought that you ended up knocking down one of the wine glasses the chef prepared for your parents.

- loud footsteps could be heard coming from outside and just in time when you turned your head to the entrance of the kitchen, you see your butler with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, a mortified expression lingered on his face.

- “i-i didn’t mean to...” you reasoned, feeling the tears forming on the corners of your eyes. “i was just going to g-get some chocolates but i-“ before you could finish your sentence, you were already crying your eyes out.

- jay panicked as he quickly ran over to you, grabbing some tissues from the counter and wiping your tears away, shushing you quietly, kneeled down in front of you.

- “shhhh it’s okay, princess. don’t cry please, it’ll make me sad. you don’t want to see your butler sad now, do you?” he cooed, placing strands of your hair behind your ear so he could properly wipe your tears dry.

- small hiccups erupted from your throat, jay grabbed and filled a glass with water, guiding you carefully as you gulped everything down.

- jay sat you down on one of the fancy chairs in front of the counter as he called down a maid to clean up the mess.

- once you finally calmed down, jay grabbed your favorite piece of chocolate from the counter, opening it carefully and handed it to you, a small smile on his face.

- “here you go princess, it’s alright now, okay?”

- you look up at him, smiling at his gesture as you took the chocolate from him, biting a piece and handing it to him, asking him to take a bite as well.

- jay looked at you in surprise, he didn’t want to see you sad again so he gladly took a bite out of the chocolate, the two of you holding your laughs at the expressions you made as you munched on the chocolates.

♡ ♡ ♡

SHIM JAEYUN as your butler!

- you waved goodbye at your parents, the king and queen, who were off to visit another kingdom due to royal duties. you asked if you could go with them but they declined, telling you that this was only for adults and that it’d be best if you just stayed at the castle.

- jake, your butler, noticed the sad expression that took your features when your parents were out of sight.

- you wiped the tears threatening to spill from your eyes, you were used to your parents always going off somewhere for work but for some reasons, today hurt more than before.

- you felt a tap on your shoulder , turning around to see who it was as you wiped your face with the back of your hand.

- your butler smiled down at you, holding out a hand for you take, “would you like some of your favorite dishes served to you, princess?”

- and that was indeed what happened, you were now seated in front of the dining table. not alone like you usually were. this time, jake was seated right beside you, the both of you laughing your butts off.

- jake took a spoonful of your favorite soup, gesturing for you to sip on it and you did. once you were done, a thick layer of soup laid perfectly on top of your lips.

- he laughed loudly at you, letting you see your reflection behind the spoon. you laugh alongside him, licking the excess soup off of your face.

- you grabbed the can of whipped cream from the table, supposedly for your pancakes but immatureness took over you as you squeezed a huge lump on your hand, slapping it playfully on your butler’s face.

- you giggled at his disbelief expression, he smirked at you as he grabbed the can from you, taking an even bigger lump of whipped cream and smudging it all over your face and on your hair.

- you squealed at how cold the substance was, laughing at the state that the two of you were in. the maids held back their smiles from the sight in front of them, this was something that didn’t happen everyday.

♡ ♡ ♡

PARK SUNGHOON as your butler!

- “please sunghoon-ah?~ play with me just this once! i promise i will keep my mouth shut.” you whined, tugging at your butler’s hand.

- sunghoon sighed, taking a look at the maids that laid out the game of twister that you badly wanted to play with him. it’s not that he didn’t want to play with you, he felt embarrassed at the thought that your parents would find out about this and that would mentally scar him for life.

- the maids bowed and left as soon as they finished, leaving the playroom for you and the butler.

- you jumped up and down, waving your little arms all over the place, whining a, “sunghoonie~ PLAY WITH ME!!”, continuing to do that until he finally gave up and agreed to play with you, making you squeal in delight.

- you giggled as sunghoon sat down next to you on the ground. you had the first turn so you spinned the clock or whatever the hell that thing is called, patiently waiting for the arrow to land on something.

- “right foot... yellow!” you exclaimed, standing up and walking over to one of the yellow circles on the mat placed neatly on the floor, stepping on one with your right foot. you turned over to the butler who tried not to smile at your cuteness, “your turn!”

- the game went on for another 15 minutes or so, leaving the two of you in a messy position. you were laughing so hard, looking up at your butler who was right above you. “you look so scary this close to me, sunghoonie!”

- sunghoon laughed, “well, it would be even more terrifying if i accidentally drop on you, princess. go on now, it’s your turn.”

- you nodded, still giggling as you turned your head, reaching over to the piece of cardboard that would determine your next move.

- it was way out of your reach, the position you were in was madly uncomfortable, you whined as you tried to reach for it as much as you can but your fingers barely even touched the thing.

- before you even know it, you collapsed on the ground, bursting into a loud fit of giggles. sunghoon sat down from his position, exhausted that he had to hold himself up for so long but now laughing that he finally got to rest. “i win!”

- “awww not fair! you’re so much taller than me that you got to reach for it!” you whined, rolling around on the mat, “again please!”

- the butler laughed at your whines, “nuh-uh! it’s getting late now, you should be heading to bed.”

- you groaned, punching your little feet up in the air, “but i’m not sleepy! come onnn~ one more round pleasee?” you begged.

- you immediately stopped your whinings and bursted into another fit of laughter when sunghoon covered and rolled you with the mat, covering your whole body except for your head that stuck out from one of the holes.

- sunghoon laid there on top of you, laughing when you tried to escape but soon gave up, looking at him and laughing alongside him as well.

- he smiled at you, patting on your head as you continued giggling at the state you were in, “off to bed now, okay? we’ll play again tomorrow.”

(if you’re having a hard time picturing this, basically that video of pre-debut sunghoon playing with his sister :>>)

♡ ♡ ♡

KIM SUNOO as your butler!

- “MOM!!!” you screamed at the top of your lungs as your little feet made contact with the marble floor, running as fast as you can towards the door but was stopped when someone pulled you back by your forearm.

- your butler shushed you down, placing a finger on your mouth. you obeyed, though you wanted to just get out of the room and run to your loving mother’s arms.

- sunoo sighed, sitting down on the floor and pulling you onto his lap. you looked away from him, upset by his reply to your proposal just seconds ago.

- you wanted to dress up, none of the maids had been present since they were all busy prepping up the castle for a special occasion. the butler was assigned to look after you since he was done with all the things he needed to finish for the day.

- you had asked him to braid your hair like elsa’s, he had panicked and refused because he supposedly “didn’t know” and the maids might make a fuss out of it.

- folding your arms, you let out a loud huff just enough for sunoo to hear. “liar. i heard that you have an older sister and you do her hair whenever she asks you to.”

- “i’m sorry princess. it’s just that...” he started, thinking of an excuse to use, “your hair is too precious to be styled by me.”

- you turned to look at him, “you’re not fooling me this time, sunoo-ah. i just want you to style my hair. pretty please? with cherry on top? i trust that you’ll do a good job.”

- sunoo smiled at you, taking your small hand in his and caressing the back of it with his thumb. “okay, okay... i’ll do it only because you asked nicely.”

- your eyes lit up at his words, “really?! you’ll really braid my hair?? you’re the best!” you stood up from his lap, placing a hand on your heart, grinning as you said, “it’s true when i say that i would like you to style my hair from now on because you are THE best hairstylist i’ve ever seen!”

- “i haven’t even styled your hair yet.” sunoo joked, messing up your hair as you giggled, “okay come on now... lets get you ready.”

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YANG JUNGWON as your butler!

- your butler stared at you, confused, “y-you want to play barbies with me? how about with annie over there?” he pointed out the maid that stood by the door.

- you shook your head, folding your arms, “no! i’ve played with her way too much, i don’t want to annoy her. i wanna play with you jungwon-ah!”

- the maid giggled, “go on, jungwon-ssi. she wants to play with you, there’s no harm in doing so.”

- jungwon gulped, nodding at annie then looking back at you, he didn’t miss the way your eyes sparkled when he turned back to you. “you’re really going to play with me?”

- he couldn’t say no, jungwon smiled and nodded again, making you scream out a “YAY!” as you quickly dashed to the other side of the room grabbing a handful of barbies from your box of toys.

- annie knew that jungwon was lowkey into playing with you, she wanted the both of you to have fun and spend time together since she knew that the next few days was going to be busy for him, preparing the castle for important guests visiting next week.

- “you’re not taking ken away from me!” you mimicked a barbie voice, jungwon giggling at your impression and soon clearing his throat for him to speak.

- “well too bad, because i’ve got him already.” jungwon said, his high-pitched voice surprising you as he ran away with your other doll and ken doll in his hands.

- you ran after him, holding your barbie doll, “yah! i really like your voice! please do it again!”

- jungwon laughed, “what are you talking about, princess? that was all just jokes, you’re not going to hear it again anytime soon.”

- “oh come on! jungwon-ah!~” you whined, finally catching up to him and tugging at his sleeve, “i wanna play with you more! you’re fun to play with, and i also really like your voice.”

- your butler giggled, kneeling down to your level to boop your nose making you scrunch your nose, “you’re cute. and only because of that, yes i’ll be playing with you more.”

- you grinned, wrapping your arms around jungwon’s neck, catching him by surprise. he hugged you back, looking at annie who smiled at him, giving him a thumbs up.

- oh he was definitely looking forward for more playtimes with you.

♡ ♡ ♡

NISHIMURA RIKI as your butler!

- “dance with me!” you exclaimed, grabbing your butler’s hand as you pulled him to your side with all your might, him laughing at your attempt.

- you huffed and puffed, trying to get niki to move but he wouldn’t budge. his feet stayed glued to the ground as you whined as loud as you can.

- “princess, if you don’t stop pulling me, i will have to call annie over to tuck you in to bed.” he stated calmly, moving his hands behind his back as you continued doing everything you can to move him.

- you stopped, taking in a deep breath and out. you coughed out loud which left a worried expression on niki’s face.

- he walked away from your side to grab a glass of water from the counter. he returned as fast as he had left, handing you the glass of water to drink which you gladly took.

- after you gulped down half the glass, you returned it to him. “come on, niki-ah. you’re a good dancer i heard, i just wanna see you dance.” you mumbled out.

- you didn’t hear anything else after that, other than the sound of the airconditioning in the room.

- after about a moment of silence, you hear footsteps calmly walking away from you. you look up to see niki head to a table where the phone connected to the speaker was.

- music blasted out of the speakers at full volume, making you quickly cover your ears with your hands. niki gave you an apologetic look, lowering down the volume.

- the room was soon filled with laughter and shoes being dragged loudly across the fancy flooring. you clapped your hands with delight and jumped up and down, as niki did a freestyle in front of you.

- “go niki-ah!~” you cheered him on, he grinned as he held out a hand for you to take wherein you gladly took. you giggled as you danced along with him, without a care if someone could accidentally walk in on the two of you.

- the two of you were having too much fun to notice that your parents had witnessed the whole scenario when they happened to pass by the kitchen. with big smiles on their faces, they realized that you weren’t going to have such a hard time being the only heir to the throne after all.

author’s note! thank you for reading up until the end! i had so much fun writing this so i hope you guys have a good time reading this as well! i tried my best and i personally think i did a good job *pats myself on the back* and i had butterflies while typing this out, enhypen as your butlers would be so cute, don’t you think? 🥺

and thank you so much to the anon who requested this!!

love of my life <3

Ily in every universe, jake.

nsfw.

❝ there’s something off about the sim’s ❞ — vampire!jake x afab!reader

CW: blood consumption, reader licks off blood from jake’s mouth and just blood mentions alone, oral (m. & f.), possessiveness, jealousy, spanking, orgasm denial, jake’s a natural blonde (yay), cum eating, reader commits a crime, cursing, childhood love, jake wishes for marriage, slowburn, pet names, made up last name for reader, heeseung and jake are fraternal twins, mentions of death!!!, obvious mythical creatures, mentions of the rest of enhypen, jake likes for others to hear whilst having sex. WC: 13.112 words.

in such a small town, it was basically impossible for rumours not to fly around quicker than a bolt. for about ten years now, the biggest rumour in town was that the sim family were a bunch of vampires. women at the salon envied mrs. sim for having such beautiful skin and never looking a day older, men at the factory commented about how strange it was that mr. sim was only seen around five times a year and covered it with him working full time in the city and the young ones gossiped about how weird heeseung and jake were and how they absent themselves from everything when it was the peak of summer’s sunniest days. you’ve known these last two for as long as you can remember, when you moved there everyone made fun of you because you didn’t know how to speak fluently in korean and had a tough time understanding others but they took you in and became your best friends. soon enough you started spending more time with jake, since he was your own age and eventually caught yourself constantly trying to impress him and gain his attention with silly gifts or being there for him. sim jake was your first kiss when you were a little girl, then you two giggled and swore you wouldn’t tell anyone. yet, every time you saw each other you two did it again until there came an age in which you knew that if you kissed, that small kiss would turn into a bigger one and later on, something else. dtill, when you celebrated your seventeenth birthday at around 2 a.m. when everyone had left, only you and jake were left. you two had started sneaking up into each other's houses at midnight and that’s what he was doing. “you always look so beautiful when the moon hits your face” he whispered while you took off your makeup. jake stood up and hugged you from behind, you smirked at him. “i wish for us to get married one that when we’re older” he stated, unconsciously. you looked at him with glazed eyes and frowned, “what? jake… we’re not even dating,” you chuckled nervously. “yes, right now we’re not, just wait,” that was the last thing he said before lying down on your bed and falling asleep.

you never said anything about the topic ever again, but you always blamed yourself for not speaking about it. because when the summer came, they went on family vacations and you had to be alone. you had made other friends now that you had been living there for many years now, but you cherished the sim’s the most and when they finally came back home, they had changed. heeseung was quiet and distant, jake was always tired and angry, they started to lose contact with you even though you tried really hard not to lose them. “i’m sorry, darling. jake’s very busy with work and heeseung’s sleeping. you can come back later if you wish, but i don’t assure you anything” ms. sim said, with a pity grin on her face, and that was the last time you tried to reach for them.

that had happened three years before you met him: park sunghoon. you two worked together in a miscellany, spent most of the day together and eventually developed feelings (or at least that’s what you thought). sunghoon was nice to you, he was sweet, constant and present. you two had been dating for a year now. “here come mr. and mrs. park!” shouted niki with a wide smile on his face as he saw you two walking through the door. “c’mon, just admit you’ll marry each other,” said sunoo with a rascal grin. sunghoon told you to ignore them and to come over to play some video games with him. “oh, great, mario party!” you said excitedly. "are you hungry?" asked jungwon with a smile.

the five of you had nights like that once a week, and the rest you talked to your friends about them and how nice they were to you and they always said the same thing: they’re all nice, you should totally be with sunghoon. but you knew there was something about all that situation that just didn’t feel right, and it was that every time you were with him or them, you always felt like someone was watching you and that night wasn’t an exception. after about three hours you received a text from your mom telling you she wouldn’t be able to pick you up since she and your dad had to go to a mates dinner party. “i’ll walk you home,” sunghoon said but you refused. “no, that’s okay. it’s only a few blocks away,” he was insistent, but you firmly refused his offers until at last, he stopped. “i’ll get going now” jungwon now asked himself if he could walk you home, but again, you told them you’d do fine, after all, it was a pretty safe town.

as you walked, suddenly the birds chirping and the owls mumbling scared you more than ever. you cursed your stubbornness for not letting them walk you, but you just didn’t want them to come back alone. “god, here’s that awful sensation again…” you whispered to yourself, talking about how you felt like being watched and followed. while hugging yourself and trying to calm down, a noise coming from behind of a stick breaking up in two was your last straw and began to walk faster until you were basically running. after a few blocks and your feet moving as fast as usain bolt, you tried to shakily unlock the door to your house and then creaked when a noise came from behind. “that asshole didn’t even walk you home, i’ll kill him… jesus” the voice sounded familiar, so slowly turned your body to face the owner. “what the… fuck?” you whispered. the tall figure walked to you and smiled. “hello, gorgeous”.

after so long, he was the one who reached for you? what was going on? and why the fuck did he have to do it almost at midnight? was he insane? was he a skinwalker? were you hallucinating? god, everything was just so confusing. “so i wasn’t fucking crazy… you WERE stalking me!” you shouted, then realized and tried to calm down. “why? why are you here?” you asked, clearly mad. “i came to talk to you” he responded, calmly. you shook your head in amusement, a whole year had passed and he dared to come back like anything had happened. "no, jaeyun. i've gotten over you, you hurt me deeply and we have nothing to talk about," he smirked. jake came closer, grabbed your hand slowly and lowered himself to face you. "you've gotten over me, huh? are you sure about that, love?! your cheeks flustered and you angrily tried to get him off. "you're insufferable, jake" he chuckled while seeing you turn your body and try to unlock the door. "come home with me, heeseung's excited to see you" you turned down his request by ignoring him and once again, he came close to you and grabbed you by the waist. "my parents will panic if they don't see me home when they come back, also, get the fuck away from me, asshole" your phone interrupted, jake saw the screen that announced "hoon <3" on it and laughed. "the fucking asshole's the bastard that's calling you, he's a bitch, can't even walk a girl home" you pushed him away. still, he barely moved, he had gotten stronger in the past year. "also, i already took care of your parents, they know you're home with me so they'll freak out even more if they see you here and not home with me" he rose his eyebrows with a mocking grin, bothering you. "you pushed me out of your life, you've been fucking stalking me, you said awful shit to me before we stopped seeing each other which also happened to be just after you fucked me, you're a dick, jake. do you even know what they say about you in this damned town? no one likes you, everyone's scared of you, and everyone's freaked out when they see you, they say you're a creep. why would i wanna be seen with you? i like sunghoon and his friends, my friends think i'm normal so no, i won't go with you. now, fuck off," but it was just tough to say no to him since his hand was gripping your waist and his eyes piercing yours. "just come this once and let me explain everything, then... you're free to set me aside like i did to you, i'm sorry" and so you nodded, giving up. jake smiled and held your hand while guiding you to his car. "you creep, you were planning to stalk me all night?" he didn't answer, just opened the door for you. "this is a nice car," you said, looking in the inside. it was a neatly clean black car, expensive for sure, he looked good on it.

the ride was gonna be long, you knew that and didn't want to waste any time. "i know you want me to tell you everything," he said, you looked at him and nodded. "we'll be here for a while, you better start" jake sighed deeply and clicked his tongue. "okay, first of all, i didn't use you. when we slept together i really wished for it, i wanted it to be with you, but then my mom said we were going on vacations with that and when i came back... well, yeah. i didn't use you, i would never do that to you or to anyone, i really wouldn't. i still cherish that night, it was the best one of my life but you have to understand that it hasn't been easy for me either..." jake stopped at a sign an rapidly looked at you. "you have to know that it's hard for me to tell you this and you'll be very shocked, that's why i wanted to wait until we were home and heeseung was with me. what you said earlier about what people think and say, hurt me. not because they think that it's 'cause you believe it and with what i'll tell you, i know you'll believe them even more, " you shook your head, your eyes glazed and your heart pounding like crazy. "please, tell me. i'm sorry for what i said before,i was really mad and wasn't thinking straight, but jake... i don't share people's thoughts. i don't think of you that way; we've known each other since we were kids and i will always love you, no matter what" as he started driving you saw a tear roll down his face, you started to worried, you couldn't imagine what could be so hard for him that he had to do all that. "just please, please promise me you'll try not to scream and run away" you slowly nodded, feeling your heart racing even more. you felt like he was doing too much, just too much suspense but you didn't expect what he said.

"i know you know how strong the rumours about how me and heeseung never spent summer here... well, that year we went to seoul to visit my father but it wasn't like the past years. they sat us down and told us exactly what i just told you, not to freak out; father explained how for centuries when the men in our family reached a certain age we have to... 'transform'. it sounds fucking insane, i know, but we basically have to get bitten so we can survive," you chuckled nervously, looked at him in denial and were about to speak, but he explained himself. "apparently when we turned eighteen our blood reached a point were it became basically useless and we would quickly die if we didn't turn into fucking vampires. that's why every summer we would go on vacations. my parents took me and heeseung to the doctors and made a trillion tests on us, to see the condition of our blood. we left earlier since we would often faint, weren't able to get out of bed, our hair was falling off and all that shit. so we had to choose either to die or to... live for an eternity," you shook your head repeatedly, eyes glazing and fear rising. "why are you taking me to your home?" you were panicking. jesus, was he about to kill you? "NO! please don't think wrong of me, no, no, no, NO! i just want to spend time with you like we used to, also heeseung really wants to see you. please, just let me explain!" he also panicked, obviously scared because of what you were thinking. "i'm not edward cullen, okay? i can be around people without killing them, i can smell blood without going feral, my eyes don't change colour anymore, my skin doesn't glow and i can be in the sun... but we do develop some sort of skills, we're not normal after all. i have to go hunting every now and then, for animals" you had so many questions and your brain couldn't even manage to build them, just the most obvious one. "do you drink human blood?" jake nodded slowly. "i do, but not regularly. unfortunately, animal blood doesn't satisfy hunger for too long so we have to search for humans. heeseung and i only go for bad people, like rapists or killers. it's not, uhm, cool. this is the reason why i ditched you; my eyes were reddish and very sensible to light, my fangs were huge, my ears were incredibly sharpened, back then i was only hungry for human blood and i couldn't smell it or i would immediately go insane and my force was just out of place. i was not going to put you in any danger, darling, i would never forgive myself if something bad happened to you. that's why i've been taking care of you from afar, it's the only way i can know you're safe," jake tried to smile, he reached for your hand and held it.

surprisingly, you weren't afraid of him. you trusted jake with your life, you always knew that but it all sounded just like too much, it was unbelievable. there were no such things about vampires. "sim jaeyun the vampire? i need proof" he sighed, stopping the car in the middle of nowhere and getting closer to you, opened his mouth and moved his upper lip with his finger, showing you his fangs which slowly started getting longer. you moved your body away from him and screamed, eyes as big as two plain white plates, heart racing like crazy and fear invading your whole body. "okay, okay! i don't think that's fucking normal. also, your undereyes are very red and your skin is undoubtedly pale- oh my! ARE YOU DEAD?" he went back to his seat, starting the car again, and he nodded his head. "i guess i am, my heart does not beat. after being bitten blood stops flowing since it's useless. my own blood has no purpose because of how weak it is, if i chose not to become... this, i'd develop anaemia quickly and eventually, leukaemia, and then i'd die in a matter of months," you lowered your head and felt a sharp pain in your chest, you didn't even know how you felt in that exact moment, it was a lot of information to process. "i will not age. that's why my father doesn't live here and why my mother has such flawless skin," frowning your eyebrows, you remembered that he said that only men in his family transformed. "your mother was bitten too? why?" he smirked and looked at you for a second. "the wives can choose either to become one or not. mother was informed about this when she got engaged to my father; when heeseung and i were born she got bitten on that same day. my grandmother didn't do it and lived a very unpleasant life, watching my father and grandfather stay the same age as she slowly died,".

jake kept talking about his ancestors, but you weren't listening. you thought about how his life could be and the many questions you had came to your mind. how can they reproduce if blood doesn't flow through their veins? can they die somehow? does he sleep? does he get tired? "jaeyun, how were you born?" he chuckled at the sudden interruption. you saw how you were entering his property and he parked the car, the monumental mansion in the middle of nowhere gave you shivers since you hadn't been there in a long time. "vampires can conceive if the woman is human, it's difficult, but it's definitely not like they say in twilight. my mother wasn't at danger, we weren't born in a matter of days and nearly killed her. somehow, we can still get our cocks hard and impregnate humans," he winked at you and got out of the car to open your door. "do you have super speed?" you asked taking his hand while going out. "i do. we develop inhuman speed, strength, hearing and smell. let's go inside, it's very cold here,". he hugged you by the shoulders and took you into his home. it was all the same, baby pictures of him and heeseung, family portraits, cozy smell and everything. "layla!" you shouted kneeling to the beautiful border collie jake got on his tenth birthday. " oh, she's missed you tons. haven't you?" he smiled. then a tall, dark-haired, deep stare was positioned in front of you, and when you lifted your head to see who it was, you couldn't recognize him. "jake, your mother had to leave. mr. sim had to attend business in japan and took her with him for dinners and all that," he nodded, a bit disappointed. "jay, she'll be staying the night. love, this is jay, he's our consultant," you stood up and held his hand, the guy smirked at you and introduced himself. jake took your hand possessively and asked for his brother, jay said he was upstairs. as you two left, you turned your head to see the new guy once more and caught him eyeing you while biting his lip, he then winked at you and left. "he's new," you said, jake nodded without answering. "hee!" you two entered heeseung's room without knocking and found him lying in his bed while watching a movie. "there she is!" the taller guy got up and lifted you like a feather, proceeded to give you a princess spin and kiss your cheeks ferociously. "okay, okay, that's enough dude," jake made him put you down and heeseung smiled. "oh, you have no idea how much i've missed you. i guess jaeyun has already explained why we had to be such pricks before, i'm so sorry," he hugged you, eyes tearing up a little. you giggled and hugged him back. "how've you been? i've missed you too, tons. i'm sorry you had to go through all that," he shook his head and smiled.

the three of you spoke for a long while, they kept on answering all of your questions until the clock hit three in the morning and you felt your eyes shutting themselves. "come with me, let's get you to bed," heeseung kissed your forehead and waved goodbye. jake took you to one of the guest rooms where you used to stay and you were shocked to see how it was precisely the same, a shit ton of your stuff you had left there still in the same places you'd left them. "jake, why didn't you at least called?" you whispered, nostalgia suddenly hitting you. "i didn't felt worthy of it. i was a prick to you, even blocked your number so you wouldn't keep trying to reach for me. i didn't felt like i had the position to come back... i did now because i can't stand seeing you with sunghoon and i know it sounds selfish, but you have to know i haven't stopped loving you and believe me, now i have an eternity to win you back," you didn't reacted to his words. you knew you cared deeply about sunghoon and had developed strong feelings for him. you had started to forget about jake, realizing he wasn't the one for you but seeing him again, it was all just very complicated. "i don't understand how you'll look eighteen forever, but... to me, you look so much older and mature," you took off your coat and placed it on a chair. he smiled and kissed your forehead, then proceeded to hug you. his body somehow managed to warm you up, you felt it all very strange but weren't arguing. jake separated a little, you two looked at each other for a little while, then you felt his head closer to yours until just a few millimetres separated you from him. "you look eighteen, but at the same time... you look older, you look better, you're mesmerizing," you regretted saying that, the image of sunghoon came to your head immediately but at the same time, you felt your lips being attacked by jake. his hands travelled through your body until you two fell to the bed.

your hands tangled into his hair and he was pierced on your waist, tongues meeting each other and sudden moans coming out of both mouths. animalistic movements from jake shocked you, him touching everything like there was no tomorrow. "wait, stop... don't, i'm with sunghoon" his name made him stand up. "you don't talk about that son of a bitch here," those were his last words before he left.

after sending him your location, you faced the ceiling and thought about what you had done. tears rolled down your face, you felt so horrible, cheating on him.

next morning, you woke up tired and thought you had a bad dream, but after realizing where you were and reading hoon's message, you knew you didn't dream anything. sunghoon was on his way, probably arriving at any minute now since the one where he said he was coming was from twenty minutes ago. you got up and grabbed your stuff to go out, while going down the stairs you were greeted by jay. "morning, sleeping beauty. here, drink this" he said, handing you a cup of coffee. "thanks, are the twins awake?" he nodded. "it's past twelve, sweetheart. they're in the back patio, i have no idea what they're doing," you two went to the living room and sat on the couches. jay smiled at you with lust eyes, you grinned back a bit confused. "how long have you been here?" he put his head aside and said they hired him after their conversion, since the mother wasn't around that much they had to be "taken care of" for precautions. "you're not dating jake, aren't you?" you shook your head in denial while sipping your coffee. "i'm just an old friend," he chuckled, looked at you and said: "that's not what he told me," you couldn't argue since you heard both heeseung's and jake's voices coming over. when the blonde one saw you sitting next to jay he clenched his jaw. "you're awake, finally. i'll take you home," you disapproved of his comment, saying sunghoon was coming over to pick you up. "what did i fucking tell you? now that fucking asshole knows where we live, god. no, tell him i'm taking you home," again, you refuted. before an argument started, heeseung calmed jake down and told him it was fine. "how on earth is that fine? that fucker here, god! i fucking hate him," you'd never seen him like that before. why was he so weird suddenly? you could understand his jealousy but it was a little exaggerated to talk bout sunghoon like that. "stop offending him. want it or not, i'm going out with him and there's nothing you can do about it," jay made a mocking noise, but in the middle of the controversy you heard a car arriving and moments later, the doorbell. "good, he's here. let me greet him in," jake said, angrily. "no! you leave him alone, you obsessed prick. just fuck off, it was all better when you were away," the anger in your voice hurt him, but as you were walking up to the door he inhumanly got there in instants. jake opened the door and his eyes darkened, seeing the guy just stand there calmly. "oh, i'm here to-" jake interrupted him, smiled fakely and looked at you. "of course, man! we had so fun last night, take good care of my girl. i'm assuming you're her chauffeur?" heeseung sighed in denial and looked at you with sorry eyes. "please, do come back. at least for me, don't listen to him, he's madly jealous," he hugged you and kissed your forehead goodbye. jay waved at you, still lust in his eyes and a wink. "don't fucking listen to this mentally deficient idiot, please, let's just leave, hoon. i'll explain in the car," you said, stepping out of the house. "give him details, love. i'll miss you," his hands grabbed your waist and hugged you from behind, eyes pierced on sunghoon's while you tried to leave his arms. "fuck you," you replied finally getting off grabbing sunghoon's hand and basically running away. "what the fuck?" he let go and asked, visibly mad. "look, jake and i were friends since kids but he moved a few years ago to seoul, he just came back and invited me over to dinner yesterday and since my parents know him well they let me come. nothing happened yesterday, he's just fucking insane," he dissented from your explanation and began speaking. "friends since kids? that dude looked like he's your ex or something? don't lie to me, just tell me the truth," i can't. sighing, you nodded. "we never dated but liked each other, he ditched me before moving. i swear anything happened last night, he's just jealous because i'm going out with you and went crazy. sunghoon, please, believe me, you know i do love you," he looked at you and eventually, nodded. he looked at the door, in which jake was still standing up with a cynical face.

sunghoon grabbed your waist and kissed you, eyes on jake, who banged the door as soon as he saw him kissing you. when you separated, he opened the door for you and got in, then he started driving home.

days passed, you tried to forget about what had happened but really couldn't. that day you were hanging out with sunghoon and his friends, he was telling them about what had happened that day and sunoo said: "there's something off with the sim's. don't ya'll remember how they all talked about them when we were in school? there's just something about them, my parents said everyone in town knows them as creeps, i was always very shocked when i saw you with jake and heeseung as kids. they were super weird, i don't know if to is because they're disgustingly rich or something... but they're creepy," you clenched your jaw at his statement. even though you were mad at jake, it still bothered you how they spoke about him or his family, because they were always very welcoming to you and your parents. there was nothing creepy about them... aside from the part where they're blood-suckers. "they're not creepy nor weird. they're a very lovely family. jake was just mad because i'm seeing sunghoon, that's it," you defended, sunghoon eyed you with jealousy. "jake's fucking weird, i do know that. as kids, he used to be super lonely and a creep, always reading alone at recess with his brother, the you came along and that's when he started being a little normal and played. it's stupid that he's jealous, you guys never dated. he's just a fucking creep," that made you mad, suddenly rising up from the table. "you know what, i'm going home. there's no need to be so fucking toxic and mean about jake or the sim's," and you left. sunghoon shouted your name, got up and followed you, but you were really mad and didn't knew why. "she doesn't care, man. leave her the fuck alone,".

you turned your head and found jake in front of sunghoon with his hands on his pockets. "move, bitch," when he pushed jake aside, he got mad and punched him in the face. "don't fucking put your hands on me," he said, walking over to you. "wait, hoon, are you okay? what the fuck?" you came up to him, lowered yourself and held him, but he pushed your away. "you know what? i don't fucking care anymore. go with him, we're over. i didn't even buy your stupid dinner story anyway," he said. your eyes glazed and you refuted, cheeks flustered and heart racing. "what?... hoon, no, wait-" he pushed your face away, you tripped and moaned in pain. jake interfered immediately and knocked him over again. "you don't dare put another finger on her or i'll break your face, you cunt. what the fuck do you think doing that to her?" he screamed, now starting to beat him up. niki and jungwon separated jake from sunghoon, sunoo helping him stand up and seeing if he was very hurt. "go the fuck away before i kill you, piece of shit. and don't ever come near her again, you fucking hear me?" the friend group left, and jake walked over to you and help you in his arms with no hesitation. you cried on him, he comforted you. "you two have just a started and he dared to touch you, he's no man. if he really had loved you, he wouldn't even dare doing that no matter how mad he were. darling, he's not worth your tears," he held your face between his hands and brushed the salty liquid off. "let's go, c'mon, baby," he whispered to you, giving you a soft kiss on your head. jake took you to his car and let you in so he could then start the car and leave, you imagined he’d take you to his place but he drove to your house. “come inside, my mom would love to see you”. he smiled excitedly and got out of the car immediately, after opening the door for you he walked you to the porch in which you welcomed him in. “mom! there’s someone here to see you!” you shouted, taking off your shoes. “hey, listen, father’s having a birthday dinner in the city and my mother asked me to invite you. do you think they’ll let you come with me?” you found it funny how jake ignored the fact that he just beat the shit out of sunghoon, made him believe you two had had sex, ghosted you for two whole years and stalked you for months. he was incredibly insane. “jaeyun! for christ’s sake! oh, you look so handsome and mature! my boy, i’ve missed you like crazy!".

your mother made an amazing, enormous dinner while she watched up with jake. he helped her thought the whole process and never stopped smiling, when the clock hit eight your father walked through the door and refuted about work and how heavy it was all getting but as soon as he saw jake he let out a big belly chuckle. "son! oh, it's been ages! come here!" they both hugged nostalgically and they started talking about how it all had been. "help me set the table, dear," your mother asked and you obeyed, jake, without cutting chat, helped too. when it was all ready, the four of you ate happily. "it's exquisite, mrs. kim. i've missed your food a lot, me and my brother were talking about it the other day. thank you so much for the food," he made an small bow and smiled luminously at your mother. "oh, my boy. you're always welcome in this home and you'll always have a nice, steaming plate in front of you. please, do bring heeseung with you next time," she replied. you smiled, never imagining you'd be having dinner with him again at your house. "oh, mrs. and mr. kim... my father's throwing a birthday party in the city next week and he asked me to bring your daughter since he also misses her. you are also invited, of course. my mother has expressed his wishes to see mrs. kim again and have a chat, also, my father misses taking a beer with you mr. kim. we'd never leave her alone, me and heeseung would be with her at all times and also our counselor; it'd be just for the weekend and then we'd be back. if i have your permission, i really would like to take her with us and for you to come too," your parents looked at each other while sighing, but your father nodded slowly. "well, i don't see why my daughter couldn't go. yes, jaeyun, you have my permission but i want her here on monday and i don't want you two sneaking around doing things you're not supposed to," jake smiled and thanked him, saying he'd take good care of you.

when dinner was over, jake helped clean up then said goodbye to your parents. you went outside with him and spoke up. "you didn't asked me if i wanted to go with you, but you already asked my parents," he mumbled, shyly admitting his mistake. "i have to get to sunghoon," that was something he couldn't stand. "no. no, i understand if you don't wanna come with me to my father's but you're not going back to that son of a bitch. love, how could you do that after today? please, just don't do that," jake was begging, sadness in his eyes and a grin of disgust on his face. you nodded, agreeing with what he had said before. "jaeyun," you called, he immediately raised his head and glared at you with attention. he made you smile softly, "i'll go with you to your father's if you promise me a night out," jake chuckled and nodded quickly, assuring you you'd had the best one yet.

when the weekend came, jake parked outside your house in the early morning and knocked on the door. your mother opened and welcomed him in with a huge smile, telling you you were just brushing your teeth. "jaeyun, son. can i ask you something?" she whispered, a little embarrassed. the blonde man nodded slowly and listened carefully. "are you just friends with my daughter?" jake smiled, you hadn’t even presented sunghoon as your boyfriend. she made a surprised grin and looked at him in awe. "i don't want to be just friends, but you see, she's a little hard to get, mrs. kim" the woman laughed and you asked what they were laughing about, but neither of you said a thing. "are you all set?" he asked, you nodded. your mother greeted you two goodbye and gave you a ton of instructions to follow while gone, when she was finally over, jake took your bag and carried them out. "hurry up, man. we're already late," jay shouted from inside the car and flirtily smirked at you as soon as he saw you. "i'm glad you're coming with us," heeseung hugged you as a welcome and you smiled, saying it was nothing.

after about six hours, with many stops and fights between jake and jay, jay eyeing you while biting his lip, jake trying to come closer to you and heeseung snoring, y’all arrived at seoul. “okay, we’ll be here for as long as necessary and then we’re gonna drink our livers out,” you looked at heeseung with mocking eyes, he immediately realized what he’d say. “okay, okay, but we’ll you get what i mean,” laughed and walked away with jay. you felt a hand on yours and looked up to see jake, who smiled at you. “i’ll show you your room. you should rest,”. he hugged you from the shoulders while grabbing your bags again, you two walked for a little, you watching the building in awe until you got to a suite. jake opened it with a password and as you two got in a little wow got out of your lips. “party’s at nine, but we’re only gonna be there until ten or eleven. darling, please…” he suddenly finished, grabbing your hand. you looked at him confused and he pouted. “don’t listen to jay,” as he said that, he slowly kissed your lips and the vanished out of the room. don’t listen to jay. what? what was wrong with listening to him? after you took off your shoes and coat, you decided to brush your teeth and hydrate your face but you heard a knock at the door. you walked to open it and saw a maid in it. “hello, mr. sim asked me to bring you some food. may i come in?” you nodded while smiling, she then walked out the room quickly. as you opened it you saw a note, the platter was sent by jake. “carbs before a night out are a must, babe :)” you smiled at his reminder and ate the food that was on the plate, after that, you fell asleep.

you woke up at a loud knocking on your door, when you opened it you saw jay. “back on the car you said you’d forgotten the most important thing, your dress. i brought you some options,” then two ladies stepped in your room with a whole ass closet. “thanks, jay. you may leave,” he shook his head. “i’m the one who perfectly knows the dress code for a dinner party and then clubbing, so i’ll watch you model every outfit for me,” you refuted, telling him you hadn’t showered but he didn’t back down, saying he’d wait. jake’s words sounded in your head as you entered the bathroom and while showering you kept thinking about them. when you finished you texted jake, worried.

a knock came on the door, you heard it open and jake’s voice told jay to leave, thanked him for the dresses but said he wasn’t needed anymore. “i’ll see you later,” then again, the door. you came out of the bathroom in a bathrobe, smiled at jake and thanked him for the outfits. “i picked them for you, but i fell in love with this one. i think you should try it out,” you took a look at it and then the rest of them, and told the maids you’d wear that one so they agreed.

“oh, yeah. i have a good eye, you look gorgeous,” jake looked at you up and down and bit his lip. “it’s basically printed on your skin, wow… my girl,” he whispered and stood up, telling you he’d get ready and leaving you to do the same. the ladies did your hair and makeup while they nicely chatted with you and when it was time to leave, you thanked them and walked to the elevator to meet the sims in the living room. “there she is! prettiest woman on earth!” heeseung shouted, you lowered your head a little embarrassed. jake positioned himself next to you and grabbed your waist pulling you to him, “let’s go, the quicker we get there, the quicker we can leave,” and everyone followed him. you felt looks on you, but there was one that was burning you: jay, his eyes were pierced on your skin while he walked behind the three of you. you knew he’d never love his work more. “it’s been a long time since i’ve been in the city, it’s beautiful at night. i can’t wait,” you said and heeseung smiled, assuring you you’d had the best night ever.

getting to the party place wasn’t hard, it was about ten minutes away from your hotel. the four of you walked inside, making your way in through everyone and all of them greeting the sons, jake and heeseung smiled and all that, then you got to the sim’s. “oh, oh, darling, look who’s here! oh, my girl!” the mother gave you a long, tight hug that made you tear up a little bit. she was like a second mother to you and loved her deeply. “my daughter, prettiest girl in town” mr. sim stole you from her wife’s arms and hugged you while giving you a kiss on the head. “who’ve you’ve been? we missed you so much, we’re truly sorry about the whole situation that happened. i’m sure my sons already told you everything. please! do not see us as monsters, we’re perfectly civilized creatures that will never harm an innocent individual. feel welcome with us again, we love you as part of our family” he hugged you again and told you to enjoy the party. you were happy to see them again, but you knew you had to spend the time with the twins since the parents had to be with the other guests. “these parties are always so fucking boring,” said heeseung grabbing a whisky bottle and taking a sip directly from it. the three of you began talking and making jokes, then hee started talking to jay more before their mother called them for a picture. “you two, love” she smiled at you.

jay stood beside the photographer while the family took the picture, you gasped at jake’s hard grip on your lower waist. “who’s the girl?” they asked, but you didn’t care about the response and left with the twins and jay once again. “father was lucky, he got transformed at thirty five. he got to live his life right, love my mother normally,” jake said with notalgia in his voice. “how is it that he looks older? how do you guys do that? you and heeseung also look older, your mother does too,” that was a main question for you, but he didn’t knew how to respond. “doctors” answered heeseung. “my father knows many important doctors who have contact with people in peak technology business. they inject cells in us so we resemble an age that we don’t have, father will look forty forever and so will my mom, then they’ll start dying their hair to trick people. jake and i will look twenty for a long time until we have to do the same they do right now,” his response left you speechless. you felt sad for them, not getting to live a normal life. “but let’s not fucking get talking about all this shit, pictures taken so let’s go,” heeseung took your hand and you took jake’s, jay sighed in boredom as he followed you three out of the building again.

it was about eleven thirty when you got to the club, it was crowded and the music was as loud to kill a newborn with the noise. “get me three bottles, two vodkas, one whisky,” jay shouted to the bartender due to the music, he gave them to him asking if he needed something to swallow it down but he refused. “oh, fuck, jay, do you want something?” he apologized, jay ordered a bottle of tequila for him. “HEE, DUDE, WHAT THE FUCK?” you screamed worried, watching the four bottles on the table. “jake and i digest alcohol differently. suit yourself,” he winked at you while handing you one of the vodka bottles, jake grabbed the other one. people around you watched you like you were insane, but you didn’t really care.

you were determined to get drunk that night, you missed partying with the twins. they were the biggest party souls ever, when they left, you never had that same fun again.

“woah, careful baby,” jay said grabbing you by the waist to stop you from tripping. “take it easy,” he said. you took a long sip of the bottle to stop seeing jay attractive, so parted ways from him but ended up getting lost in the sea of people. you were now very dizzy after all those straight up shots, and turned around looking for jake or heeseung, but couldn’t find them. “are you lost?” a guy came up to you, dangerously approaching you. he grabbed your hand and trapped you into him, you fought to get him off but couldn’t, he tried to kiss you as you were battling him but suddenly someone punched him in the face. “get the fuck away from her,” it was jake. eyes darkened with a hint of red on them, jaw and fists clenched. “don’t go away,” he warned you and took you back to the private table. when you saw jay again, him now a bit drunk, hair now messy, flustered cheeks and lips red and puffy after kissing some random girl, you took another long sip of the bottle. “hey, hey, alright girl. keep it down, what the fuck?” jake took the bottle from you but you eyes jay again and saw him smirking in your direction, mocking you. wanting to get rid of the funny feeling between your thighs, you took jake’s cheeks and kissed him.

as the kissed elongated, the other guy’s picture vanished and you felt your heart race. jake placed one of his hands on your waist, pulling you to him and the other on your necks and so your body’s fell to the couch and kept on kissing, until heeseung screamed. “OKAY! jesus, get a fucking room!” he said, the two of you separated and looked at him while trying to catch your breaths. you also noticed jay wasn’t there anymore.

jake and heeseung two four bottles alone, and that’s when they got a little drunk. when you stopped drinking it was around four in the morning, you didn’t finish yours. jay was also a bit drunk, but not as much as you were. after seeing you kissing jake he stopped drinking to calm himself down, he took two shots of vodka and then went outside and waited in the car. it was useless to keep on fighting to spend time with you, jake was always gonna interfere. he drove you back to the hotel when he saw you entering the car, took heeseung to his suite and you and jake helped each other. “i’m going to bed,” you said, leaving him and for the first time, he didn’t reach for you since he was tired himself. when your head hit the pillow, you almost immediately fell asleep.

on monday, you went to get a coffee with heeseung. you had just arrived back home, but jake was feeling ill and jay was taken care of him. hee told you not to even ask why he was feeling sick or you’d feel disgusted. “hey, can i ask you something?” he nodded while paying. “why is jake… just different than you are? i’m not trying to offend you, hee, you know that. it’s just that he’s more impulsive, faster and stronger. is there a particular reason?” he chuckled as he sat down in the almost empty café. heeseung wasn’t offended at all, he was kind and answered your question sincerely. “well, jake doesn’t really know this, so that’s why he never said anything. when we went to seoul the year we converted, the last tests they did on us showed how i had advanced anaemia, but jake was already dying. his results showed up that he had stage two of leukemia and the sickness was advancing quickly, incredibly quickly, and in a matter of two weeks, jake was dying. he came so close to death they didn’t even had the time to explain to him what would happen after the conversion. my father had to bit him in the car. that’s when he hired jay, he is with us because he’s in charge of jake and everything that happens to him. jay was the one who has to explain it all, the one who had to be there for him in the middle of the night because jake would wake up screaming in pain. he suffered ten times more than i did, he said for six whole months he felt a stinging, burning pain inside his body and i felt it two, but jake would squirm in agony, blood came out of his eyes, everything was horrible. jay “trained him”, my father trained me. we were separated for a year and a half until we managed to get use to what we were, but most of all it was because of jake,” heeseung shut up when the waitress brought the coffees and desserts. she left quickly and he looked at you, your eyes concerned and your grin sad. “we’re aware of jake’s gifts and worry about him. so, since jake was already dying and his blood was useless, it’s color was pinkish… he was just… dying. the poison affected him harder because of this but he had to suffer to be like what he’s now. father explained to me, jay and my mother that since he was so weak, the poison worked harder on him because it got to attack everything, with us, it didn’t. since my blood was not as weak as his, i didn’t get everything he has, it just helped me not to die and develop a few skills. jake got it all, he’s… different,” he nodded. quietly, heeseung sipped on his coffee and looked at you. “but it also means jake needs to haunt more. he’s sick because… animal blood doesn’t calm him for a long time, so he gets insufferable and has to haunt. jay tries to calm him down with reserves and it's a gruelling job to do, many times he doesn't succeed and jake goes insane,” it was a little embarrassing for him to tell you that, but you weren’t disgusted or anything, you were just worried. “so jay… takes the hard work,” he nodded and confirmed that it’s why they don’t get along. heeseung tried to tell you not to be scared of jake since he wasn’t a danger to you. “vampires, we’re like animals. when we care deeply about an individual we protect them and cherish them, we won’t be mentally capable of hurting them no matter how desperate or hungry we get,” his words of affirmation trying to calm you down made you smile, finding it cute. you reassures heeseung you weren’t scared of his brother, nor of him and kept on talking about some other doubts you may have. “jake doesn’t know how to respond to some questions because he wasn’t, let’s say… trained, perfectly. even though jay is a vampire too, his father died many years ago and was taken under my grandfather’s wing; he’s our cousin. since my own father trained me well, i understand perfectly what is or will happen to me and to jake; jay still asks my father for advice, he’s young too. it was my grandfather who put him in charge of jay after hiring him for a big salary,” you were shocked at the statement, having no idea jay was a sim too.

after a while you ended up leaving the café, while heeseung hugged your shoulders you spotted your now old friend group. sunghoon ran to you and the guy next to you pulled you closer to him with strength. “please, please listen to me, please i need to talk to you. i am so truly sorry, please take me back,” he begged, niki trying to pull him away while apologizing, but sunghoon tears made your heart small. he kept on talking and pleading but you couldn’t, jake would hate you forever and also, what he has said about sunghoon was a fact. “i’m sorry, hoon” you whispered and eyed at heeseung to keep walking. “DON’T LEAVE ME FOR BLOOD SUCKERS! NOT FOR RICH PEOPLE! I AM SORRY, PLEASE JUST GIVE ME ANOTHER CHANCE!” he screamed, gaining people’s attention. “get in the car,” heeseung said, closing the door to the expensive black vehicle. you saw him going up to sunghoon and took him by the neck collar of his shirt, he said some words you obviously couldn’t hear but immediately left the car as you saw him punching his nose. not again. “heeseung! no! leave him alone!” you shouted, running to sunghoon and taking him into your arms. “oh, jesus. you broke his nose!” your friend glared at you, mad. sunoo came to you and told you they’d take care of him, but niki told you something: “sunghoon has cheated on you ever since you guys started going out, and he has been saying you were just a backup. we didn’t knew this. he deserves it. please, don’t feel pity for him and leave with heeseung” you frowned your face and hee helped you up, taking you into his arms again. “you knew that?” you whispered, he sighed and got you into the car again and he drove off racing. “why do you think jake hates him so deeply? he was jealous of him, but also knew what he’d done but he knew you really liked sunghoon, he didn’t wanted to hurt you,” that was the end of the conversation. you told him to drive to his place after a few minutes, he refused as he reminded you the state jake was in but you said you didn’t care. “it’s not easy to see him like that, love. i’m taking you to your house,” again, you refuted. your insistence was too much he ended up giving up and warning you about how you’d see him and how you couldn’t do anything about it. “how does sunghoon know what you are?” heeseung shook his head. he was mad. “he doesn’t. town speculates on it because of mom’s skin, how pale we are and how far away we live. it’s been a rumor since we’re kids,”.

after getting home, the screams from inside could be heard from were you were. heeseung looked at you with an eye told you written all over his face, but you wanted to see jake, at least be there with him. “HEESEUNG!” jay screamed and he ran. the cousin was trying to keep jake still but he was just screaming out in pain. you had never thought you’d see such a horrifying scene.

jake’s eyes were as red as blood, under eyes filled with vains, fangs immense and his body was fighting to get out. jay’s eyes were also red. “WHAT IS SHE DOING HERE?” he screamed, everything was just a mess. you slowly walked to were they were and sat on jake’s side, jay and heeseung screamed at you for invading the scene but you didn’t listen to them. “WHEN I SAID HE WOULDN’T HURT YOU DIDN’T MEAN YOU CAN JUST DO THAT!” again, you paid no attention. “how long has he been without hunting and how much blood does he need? and, can he hear me?” heeseung cursed at you to leave, but jay did reply. “he’s been four months without haunting and to satisfy the hunger he needs a person then he can go off again, and yes, yes he can hear you. NOW FUCK OFF!” you nodded, lowering yourself to jake’s ear and whispered. “let’s get you sunghoon. i’ll get him here, you can have him,” jake, who had stopped screaming and squirming as soon as you touched his chest, turned his head to look at you. he made no expression, he just calmed down a little. “sunghoon,” he whispered. heeseung and jay looked at each other and denied the request. “no, we can get someone like that. no,” but you reassured it would all be fine. “sunghoon tends to go jogging in the woods since he likes to be alone. he knows the whole forest, he’s been exploring ever since he was a kid. people have warned him about going in there alone, so his death will be shocking but expected because he's just that stubborn. if jake gets sunghoon, his hunger will really calm down. he’s been eyeing him ever since he’s seen me with him,” jay tilted his head and looked at you in awe. why were you suddenly such an expert on the topic? “she’s right,” heeseung ended up saying. jay still argued it was a bad idea while you explained the plan to him, make it look like a disappearance so people’s warnings to sunghoon would become real. "but she sounds so scary wanting to kill someone, what the fuck?" you smiled at him and told him it was only to help jake, he ended up giving up since the situation hadn't gotten as horrible as this ever since he got converted.

you called sunghoon, inviting him for a jog but asked him not to tell anyone since you were a little embarrassed. he agreed immediately. going jogging was something you two did together, so for him it wasn't weird. after about fifteen minutes, he called you. "where are you? it's chilly," you told him you were on the tree you two had their first kiss in and he asked you to stay there. by that time, jake was already in the forest and you knew it was all done. you basically murdered sunghoon. the thought of it made you cry, not because of him but because of the crime you'd committed. "hey, it's okay. i mean... well, this is unfortunately something he has to do. that guy was a fucking asshole, love" heeseung tried to comfort you and you suddenly realized he was right. if your feelings for jake kept nourishing, you had to accept he was a killer.

you went up to jake's room, you hadn't been there in a long, long while. everything was like you remembered though it all had changed. the sheet covers, the posters were down, the walls weren't blue anymore but white. there was just a little corner in blue, you remembered that corner very well. as kids and teenagers, you and jake had written all over that little part of the wall. your names in a heart, your heights through the years, your and his hands painted on it and next to that, were all of the photos jake had of you and him and you alone. you took a picture of you and him where you were kissing, you took that picture when you were seventeen and went hiking with layla. you had so many memories with jake, he had been the only man who had truly made you happy and now that you were nineteen, you were sure of your feelings; you never stopped loving jake, always waiting for his return. with a smile on your face, you laid down on his bed and fell asleep after a while, tired.

you woke up slowly at the door opening and heavy breathing, as you opened your eyes you turned to face who it was. jake fell onto the ground and whined in pain, you got up and went to him worried. "jake..." he placed his hands on his face quickly, preventing you from watching his face. "jake, are you okay now?" you asked, eyes glazing up while holding him. "please, leave. i don't want you to see me like this," he whispered embarrassedly. you refuted his comment and caressed his hair. "i don't care about it, i just want you to be okay. i don't care if you're a vampire, a werewolf or the devil; i love you, jake. i will always love you no matter what," he squirmed, feeling his cheeks fluster. "don't you dare compare me to those dirty dogs," you quietly laughed. he took his hands off his face and you saw him finally.

his eyes were still red, his fangs were significantly smaller than how they were before and his breathing was regular now. "it was sunghoon, yeah?" you nodded softly. "how did you know killing him would satisfy me for a longer time?" your eyes faced down and you explained to him how you had a very long talk with your father before leaving seoul and he explained everything to you. "was his blood yummy?" you joked, jake burst out of laughter telling you it was a very dark joke to make, but you didn't care. you hugged jake tightly. "please, don't ever leave me again, sim jaeyun. if you do i'll cut your head off and bur in down," he opened his mouth in shock and you smiled at him. your hands travelled to his neck and pulled him closer. "let me clean up, my mouth's covered in blood..." he whispered, you refuted it. "you look even hotter,". your lips attacked his and a battle started between you two, jake pinned you to the floor and praised your curves with his hands. he then picked you up and threw you onto his bed, desperately your tongue licked off the rest of the blood from his face. "see? all cleaned up, i'm very good at cleaning my own mess off," jake moaned and kissed you again. your hands managed to take jake's shirt off with him helping you do it, he then took off yours and you started unbuckling his belt and as you did it, he took off your skirt. "oh, you're already wet? what for, babe?" he mocked you. his lips were now on your neck, knowing damn well hed leave a mark in there. when you two were completely naked you touched jake's abs and sighed, the hardness under your hands gave his skin a little warmth. "we're not teenagers anymore, we can take this another way," he said while kneeling, you sat on the bed and tilted your head not knowing what he meant. his hands gripped onto your waist you knew he would most definitely leave bruises on it. "ride my face, angel" jake said in a tone that almost shocked you. you heard him cuss under his breath as he slowly kissed your clit ridiculously soft, his lips nearly touching you just to start licking you completely like you were some sort of icecream, then a finger went inside you making you shake and throw your head back. your fingers reached for his hair and tangled on it, jake's mouth working up like crazy on you. "f-fuck... i just missed you so much," you said while your hips began moving themselves on his tongue, you felt him smiling. with now two fingers into you and his tongue basically attacking your clit you felt your climax building up. "uh-uh, not just yet, princess," he abruptly stopped touching you. you whined out in disapproval, jake laughed at you because of you desperate you were. "no patience, huh?" he stroked his cock a little and you stared blankly at him doing it, but he wasn't just about to give it to you just yet. he wanted to savour the moment. “you’ve been making me go crazy all these days, watching jay, kissing dead boy in front of me. do you know how many nights i’ve stroked myself just thinking about you?” he said as he made a trace of kisses from your thighs to your abdomen, quickly reaching your breasts. he took one in his mouth and made little circles around your hard nipples. “my girl, i love you. for me, it’s always been you, since we were kids. i haven’t longed anyone, only you,” he whispered, begging to touch your puffy clit. jake’s words travelled from one of your ears to the other, if you were in your normal mental state of mind you would’ve listened carefully but at the moment you would only think about how hot the situation was. “wanna make you feel good, pup,” you said in between hiccups. his eyes glazing over the sudden nickname he hadn’t heard in three years. your hand pushed jake onto the bad and you were now the one kneeling in front of him.

his now very hard cock looked prettier than ever, you panicked at the size and thick shaft in front of you and took a bit of the precum showing to wet it a little. jake exhaled at the movement and watched every single move you made. your hand reached your tongue to start giving slow strokes with both of your hands, making eye contact with him as you knew his chest was pounding. “oh- baby, please-” he pleaded, you chuckled at his words. “who’s the impatient one now?” you mocked. when he was worked up, you opened your mouth and took his dick into it. jake threw his head back and moaned loudly, his hand grabbing your hair tightly pushing his shaft to your throat. your head started bobbing on it as some tears ran down your eyes due to the depth he was in. his hips moved rough as he began fucking your throat. “that’s it. take it like the big girl you are, princess” he whispered caressing your cheek and moving it to meet his other hand on your hair, with the free one he moved your head.

jake’s moans were so loud you knew the next morning everyone would be uncomfortable seeing you two, but you didn’t really have a fuck then. “good god, you take me in so well. s-shit!” he pushed you in so deep your nose hit his pelvis and your nails digged onto his skin as if trying to hold yourself not to choke. his hips roughly moved inside you and his chest let out a contained moan that had been waiting to come out, it was so loud it echoed in the room. “good girl, such a good fucking girl for me, jesus!” your mind couldn’t articulate thoughts, the only thing in i was jake, jake, jake, jake, jake.

he began to shiver underneath you and his abdomen felt hot, as it began to clench and his whimpers made one of your hands meet your puffy clit starting to satisfy your own self. “gonna cum, gonna cum. oh, baby, please… please, suck me dry,” he pleaded as his eyes formed small tears of pleasure and he sang your name in a moan as you felt his hot salty cum go down your throat. “oh, f-fuck!” his eyes wide shut and his body collapsing on his shoulders made you smile as you swallowed his seed. you stood up and crawled to his face, kissing him hungrily. jake groaned as he carried your body onto the bed and placed you underneath him, “shit, i don’t have any fucking condoms” he whispered under your ear as he left a dark mark on it, now very worried. you frowned your eyebrows and whined. “what? i’m a fucking vampire, it’s not like i fuck everyday” his comment made you laugh but he shut you up kissing you again. “should we go raw?” he suddenly asked, your horniness making you shake your head in approval and with a hungry smiling face. “yeah, raw. please, just fuck me,” you asked whimpering. you stroked him for a moment to prep him. “do you remember how hard it was for you to take me when we were teens?” he mocked you as the tip hit your core. you punched him in the arm and he laughed it off. “i’m telling you just to see if you’re sure about this? we can stop at any moment you want,” you smiled and shook your head. “i do remember it was hard for me to take, but i wanna do this. i’ve been wanting this for a while too,” your whisper made him happy, and his cock began thrusting into you.

a burn, stinging pain hit your body like a bolt he realized this and held your hands while leaving small kisses in your cheeks. “remember red is our emergency color” he whispered and you nodded repeatedly. “is it all in now?” you asked, jake stuttered as he saw just the half of his cock buried now. “it’ll hurt more if you’re this tense. try and relax, don’t think about the pain,” he reassured. your hands interlaced with his gave you comfort and he kept on kissing you. “do you want me to stop?” he asked, you nodded softly and he obeyed. jake caressed your skin with his fingertips and waited patiently. you relaxed your whole body and he felt how your insides began to accept him. “okay, you can move now,” he looked at you for a moment, asking for another confirmation and you nodded approving him.

his hips began thrusting and you felt your abdomen get hot, he was indeed, huge. the pain had gone away now and slowly, you started feeling very horny again. “oh…” you exhaled, jake smirked. you let go of his hands to caress his abs and moaned his name loudly, jake began pushing in harder and rougher and suddenly, the whole situation has turned into a huge, animal ritual. “oh my god!” the moans that came out of you weren’t even human, you thought. his mouth attacked yours and your tongues tangled roughly. when he backed off a stray of spit connected you and he frowned his eyebrows in pleasure. “have you fucked anyone while i was away?” you couldn’t lie to him. you had dated sunghoon for a whole year, you had slept with him several times. “i have, i did. but he was nothing like you, jake. nothing like you!” you moaned as he harshly pounded into you with jealousy. “how dare you give another man what’s mine?” his raspy voice scared you as he turned you over facing the mattress. “ass up you little slut,” you obeyed and felt his hand imprint on your skin as a dry spank hit your left cheek. “i’ll just clean his trace off you, then. it’s what you’ll get for being a whore,” his words resonated on your head as you felt more spanks coming to you. “don’t act all innocent, i know you’ve fucked more girls. your sim jake after all,” you said in between moans, he chuckled at the flattery but denied your allegation. “i haven’t been with anyone else than you. i’ve fucked myself to the pictures you used to sent me and the videos we made. i knew this moment would sooner or later, i didn’t wanna mess my pretty cock for you”.

back when you were seventeen, you and jake would have fun making home videos in which you sucked him off and viceversa, you never recorded yourselves fucking. “i’m sorry,” you said as the brutal spanks became harder and harder. “i didn’t fucking hear you,” and another one, and another one. “make everyone wake up, c’mon. apologize for being a whore and offer yourself to another dirty man,” when he finished saying that he buried himself entirely onto you, making your eyes roll back and your feet rise up in pleasure. “oh- i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m so sorry for being a fucking whore and fucking another guy! i am so, so sorry, jake!” you screamed in agony.

he was satisfied, so he kept on with his work and rubbed your ass cheeks comforting them after being abused. “all pretty and all fucking mine,” he whined as he fucked you from behind. “ride me. i wanna see you fucking me now,” he spanked you one last time but laughed at it since it wasn’t intentional. you topped him confidently and positioned your hands on his chest while grabbing it softly. “ohhh- tell me, baby. how many times have you ridden your bunny toy thinking it was my cock?” how did he…? oh yeah, he stalked you. still, the comment made you embarrassed as you started to move up and down, feeling your boobs jump a little. “tell me” he claimed. it was too embarrassing for you to admit, you knew he had heard you moan his name while you acted every single obscene sexual scene known to men in your room. “a lot. loads of times… i just missed you that much, never gotten over your cock,” you whined, eyes wide shut feeling yourself move faster. your body tripped and fell onto his abdomen and your boobs were on his face, your hips moving up and down, back and forward feeling your orgasm build up quickly. jake played with your breasts and licked them from time to time as he groaned in pleasure. “uh, no. no, no, you don’t get to cum, baby. how am i gonna allow that after you had another man’s dirty cock buried into you?” he said in such a sweet tone if you knew he wasn’t being a son of a bitch you’d smile lovely at him. “you don’t get to cum,” he stated.

jake pushed you off and threw you into the mattress again, that’s when he fucked you to nonsense. you felt your head numb and your eyes rolled up so hard to the back of your head you felt they’d do an entire 360° spin. his hand groped your throat and he demanded you to look at him and so you did. “if you want to cum, you’ll have to beg for it, my love” his shaky whisper itself made you want to explode. your face was burning red and your moans could be heard in the entire house, you didn’t care anymore about both jay and heeseung, you only cared about your dearest orgasm. “jake- please! please, let me cum! i’ll do anything for you! just let me cum, please! i want it so bad, your cock makes me feel so good! all filled up- i’m just drunk by it, please! fuck me and mark me, please!” you screamed, tears rolling down your face and pain in your eyes clearly exposed. it wasn’t enough for him, he wanted for you to make him believe he was the only man for you. “you own me! i’m yours from head to bottom! i’ll only serve and please you! please, please, if you let me cum i’ll show it to you every single day!” he smiled. his hand rubbed your clit harshly and his movements became quicker. “cum for me, darling” he said and you immediately obeyed, letting yourself go completely. you thought you had opened your mouth to scream but nothing came out of it, you orgasm shook you so roughly you squirmed underneath him as your insides tighten around him. “s-shit, jake!” then there was the scream. jake was satisfied.

“oh, i’m the only one who does this to my baby,” his voice shook and his movements became clumsy. he was also going to cum. “kneel,” he asked and you did. you stroked his dick for him and stared at him with the most lustful eyes he could’ve ever seen. your tongue came out a little to receive his cum but what made jake cum was your shaky body, flustered cheeks, dark huge pupils and messed up hair. “o-oh, f-fucking hell,” he bursted out letting a loud moan off his throat and his hand reached for his face as he threw his head back.

you didn’t expect it like that, so your face was completely covered in cum. when jake regained consciousness, he looked down to find you eating his seed. “it would’ve been better if you filled me up,” he cussed himself for not doing that. “c’mere, let’s get my princess all cleaned up,” he said, still out of breath and legs sensitive from his recent orgasm.

he took you to his bathroom and cleaned your face with a baby wipe then gave you a kiss on the forehead. jake carried you in his arms like a princess and deposited your body on the bed, then hugged you and filled you up with kisses. “i love you,” you said, he looked at you in awe and smiled as big as a little boy. “i love you too,” he responded and you both kissed cliché-ishly. “i wanna go out, baby. wanna take you on dates, hold your hand, kiss you, love you right. i wanna marry you. i said one time that i wished for us to get married when we were older and i maintain my position: i wanna marry you. so please, let me go out with you in order to get married,” he was insane and you loved it. you nodded repeatedly as you kissed his face all over. you couldn’t deny marrying jake simply had always been your dream, always. “oh, wait i have a question. will you get all crazy when i get my period? will you eat me out then?” jake gave you a soft snap in the head and you burst laughed. “don’t be ridiculous… i don’t know that yet,”.

“morning!” heeseung exclaimed, dark eyes on him. “sleep fucking well?” he asked, eyeing at you two while sipping coffee. “you motherfuckers should keep it down or fuck in a hotel, damn, you’re fucking loud,” jay pointed at his cousin madly and defeated. “sorry,” you whispered covering your head with your hands. “yeah, well. glad you guys enjoyed our show! we’re going out for brunch, bye!” heeseung stopped him. “you can’t do that, idiot. you killed park sunghoon yesterday, his disappearance is all over the news,” jake shrugged his shoulders and pouted. “so what? it’s not like i did it, i’m a regular citizen,” he winked at him and took your hand to leave the house. “turd”.

jake drove his lambo to town, he parked at a café he knew you loved and went inside holding your hand and kissing your head. he ordered for both of you and sat down. as you were about to speak, you saw sunoo, jungwon and niki feeling down and tired. “oh, shit” jake whispered and expected you to run to them, but you didn’t. “it’s not like we have to do anything with it anyways, don’t we?” you smiled at him.

niki looked up and saw you, shocked about seeing you couple up with jake. jungwon sighed and looked at sunoo who was already looking back at him. “sunghoon did her dirty, she has all the right to be happy” everyone nodded. “still, i can sense something off of that one,” jungwon commented, half closing his eyes while analyzing jake. “i guess it is true, there’s something terribly off about the sim’s”.

new year, new fic! welcome enhypen.

ENHYPEN :: ‘2021 ENHYPEN FANMEETING [EN-CONNECT]’ DVD SPOT

BIAS EVOLUTION:

JAKE to HEESEUNG.

gif (heeseung) by @heeseunq.

end result credits to me.

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#engenerevival week 3:

↳ favorite duo/friendship: sunjake ☀

jake 🧸

comeback show drunk-dazed facecam

pink silk | sim jake

pairing: jake x fem!reader

genre: almost! arranged marriage au (not really)

warning: quite suggestive

word count: 1.4k

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you stared at the silk slip dress laying on your bed. it was a beautiful shade of pink. it looks a bit short, but it's a stunning dress. you sighed. "i don't want to go to this dinner."

"honey, we've talked about this," your dad heaved.

"you're forcing me to go to dinner with someone i don't even know?" you scoffed and crossed your arms together. you can't believe your parents made dinner plans for you to meet with someone without your own knowledge. no, scratch that. it's not just dinner plans, they're marrying you off. what is this? you're being thrown into an arranged marriage life now?

"would you want to go if it's with someone you know?" riki, your brother cackled slightly, before your mom pinched his arm shutting him up. he rubbed his arm in pain. "riki, shut it!"

your dad pinched his nose bridge, exasperated "y/n, i'm doing this for your own good. i just want you to marry someone well off and a good man."

"i can't believe you're selling off your only daughter!"

you were fumed, though you sighed in defeat. there's nothing you can do but attend the dinner. you figured you might just go and run away if anything goes bad.

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as you arrived at the fancy restaurant, the waitress showed you the way to your table. you saw it was an empty table, thinking your dinner date was running late. tch, you couldn't believe you arrived earlier than whoever-might-show-up.

just as you boringly sat there waiting for your date, sipping your glass of champagne. rolling eyes at literally nothing. you hated this already. you sighed in annoyance, you wished you could go home already. why were you forced to be here? anyone with two eyes can see your grumpy mood.

that was until the corner of your eyes caught someone familiar. extremely familiar. you looked up as he walked near to your table. surprisingly, your frown slowly turned into a smile. a big smile at that.

"jake, it's you," sim jake. you weren't exactly the closest of friends, but you knew him through your mutual friend, park sunghoon, because they were best friends. sim jake and you never really talked that much. bumping with each other at times, you noticed the stares from the man when he didn't know you'd notice. the first time you met jake, you thought he was absolutely attractive. his nice-looking face, and his amazing personality that you only saw part of it. too bad, your talks with him never went past casual conversation and casual flirting. you were excited to see him.

sim jake, the handsome man, clad in a satin black dress shirt, matched with a black suit and pants. his visuals were astonishing. you couldn't really describe it in words of how handsome he was. his beauty just took your breath away. his hands were in his pockets, he looked absolutely stunning.

"you looked gorgeous, angel," he stood in front of you, complimented you with a little grin. he pulled his chair and sat across from you. your heart totally skipped a beat when you made eye contact as he looked at you. you were still smiling in excitement upon seeing him.

"i'd thought that you hated this dinner date."

"why would you say that?" you raised your eyebrow.

"seeing you from afar, you looked mad. but right now you seemed very pleased to see me. do you like me that much, y/n?" he teased and laughed that sounded like the music to your heart. you reddened with his teasing.

"oh, get over yourself." you rolled your eyes but said it with a huge smile on your face.

"do you like it that i'm here?" he smiled, placing his fingers onto his lips.

you scoffed, changing the topic, "don't you think it's a little rude to let the girl wait?"

he turned his head slightly, frowned a little, "well, i don't want to wait here and then find out i got ditched if my date decided to run away."

"now, who would ever ditch you?" you wouldn't ever confess you had planned to run off earlier. that was before you knew it was him. but, come on. it's sim jake. that's one hell of a dumb person could be to ditch him. would you run off if it was someone else? mayhaps.

he laughed again, "and i have ordered our appetizer. you know, because i was actually here first."

then the appetizer came in, the waiter later took your main course and dessert orders. your meal was served and both of you enjoyed your fine cuisine.

"so, angel, what do you think?" he started, wiping his mouth with a napkin.

"i wouldn't actually eat if it wasn't you tonight," you said truthfully, scooping in your delightful dessert.

"careful angel. you're really gonna make me think that you like me." he chuckled and you could've sworn you saw a slight red tint appearing on his cheeks.

"and i'm actually talking about you having to marry me." and then it just dawned on you. this dinner date was a date to meet the man that your dad wanted to marry you off. you barely processed, marrying this fine man? oh god.

"hmm, do you want to marry me?" you turned the question to him, then resting your cheek on your palm against the table.

you saw he bit his lips, "this isn't really an enemies-to-lovers trope, sweetheart."

"then what trope is it?" you asked innocently, batting your eyelashes.

"anything you want, angel."

"oh and maybe, just maybe. when tonight ends, you might just end up on my bed, princess." he said again with a flirty smile on his face.

you gasped in feign innocence, "jake, what do you even mean? how dare you initiating pre-marital s*x on our dinner night?"

"with how fucking stunning you look in that dress? you really think i'm gonna have the patience to wait until we get married?"

when he knew park sunghoon has a girl friend, he was dying to see you and meet you. sunghoon always had these stories of a certain girl that he never knew of. when he finally saw you, it was super easy to develop a crush on you, jake thinks. you were the most beautiful person his eyes has ever laid on. the way you carry yourself with grace, the way you talk. it was just in a blink of an eye that he realised he was attracted to you.

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true to his word. this fine piece of man does not have the patience to wait. when you were both done with your lovely cuisine, he was delighted to offer to bring you home. though, he did not drive you home and rather drove straight to his own apartment after asking you if it was okay to go to his place.

upon arriving at his penthouse, you were roughly pushed against the wall. "i'm sorry, angel, i just want to kiss you so bad. it's all i can think about," with his arm beside your head, he said the words just barely above whisper that sent shivers down your spine.

you bit your lips, "then kiss me jake." with that approval he attacked your lips with his delicious plump lips. you shut your eyes, feeling his warm and soft lips against yours. he smells fucking amazing with his signature cologne. you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. he kissed you fervently, deepening the kiss like he couldn't get enough of you. he was kissing you like his life depended on it. nose grazed each other, as he tilted his head to kiss you more. when you feel his hands start lazily roaming your body, you gasp. it gave him the access to taste the cavern of your mouth, tasting your warmth. it was also warmth that blossomed in your chest. your heart pounded quicker in your chest, and your knees got weaker. you could only focus on how soft he felt against your mouth, it was only in a slip seconds that you're already addicted to how he made you feel. when he pulled out from the kiss, you were both panting heavily, gasping for air.

he draped his arms around your frame to pull you closer to his body. "we're in for a long night, angel."

a love so loud, yet so quiet.

now, you will not say or consider yourself an intelligent person or a highly-praised person. you, well, you work hard, you live earnestly; you have notebooks for individual classes, you have coloured-pens, you even have a planner to stay organized. it is not your fault that your grades does not cooperate with your effort.

however; you can not explain to any of your friends about your giddy feelings for jake. here is why you can not: jake, is popular, not just appearance-wise but academic-wise as well. such a famous face around the familiar hallways and famous name in your schoolmates lips. alongside with that, jake, loves being acknowledged, anyone could tell. ok, rephrase it as; he loves being recognized publicly: the attention. sadly, not a big fan of love confessions. or that is what you heard.

you do not, you do not secretly go to his soccer competition to cheer him up, you do not buy tickets to see his debate competition, you do not go to teacher’s room to eavesdrop his conversation with his homeroom teacher about his future universities, you do not know what time he finishes his class before lunch, oh and you most, certainly, do not go to library after school so you can stare at him while he is studying. so, if you do not, clarify why are you standing in front of him, and saying, “is this seat in front of you free?”

“uh yes, it is free.” he replied, and went back to focusing on his biology past paper. four words, and your heart is pounding restlessly and your whole body stiffen with a certain burn stirring in your stomach, your cheeks slightly red. you wanted to sprint out; but you are no coward. pulling the chair, you sat down.

next move, next move. your eyes roamed around the quiet library, anyone close to you can tell by one glance that, it is not your environment. “oh look it’s snowing.” you slowly started up a conversation, which you without a further ado, regretted those words from ever slipping out from your mouth. “I can see that.” answered you back, again. your heart was beating so quickly that you can hear it beating in the quiet room.

“do you know there is one saying if you confess to someone during the first snowfall, you guys will stay together for a long time.” you whispered softly, not wanting to disturb people around you; who unlike you, are studying. “so what is your point?” he dropped his pen in between his books, staring directly at you with a hint of amusement and a hint of confusion holding in his sparkly eyes. his intense eyes, with his oh-so perfect eyebrows, to his perfect-shaped nose and his plumped lips intimated you to its finest that you just shook your head.

the whole time, you attempted to solve some maths equations. math isn’t your biggest weakness; that does not mean it is your strength. you work hard, you live earnestly. millions of questions ran through your brain, internally screaming about it, since there is no way, in hell, are you showing jake that you, suck at, almost, all the subjects.

clock struck to seven in the evening, the closing time of the school library. you can see jake was packing up his studying materials being done for the day. “are you not leaving?” he asked you, your cheeks did not stop growing red. so, you nodded.

then, he left.

you threw your own arms in the air, frustrated with yourself or with jake? you do not know. you do. it is now or never, you assured yourself, what is so hard about confessing your own feelings? it is, technically, not even your fault? you did not ask to have a crush on him? it just happened. so you bolted out, with your bag on your back and your jacket in your hand.

you caught up to him, breathlessly. your throat running dry, “wait, you.” you paused in front of him, gasping for air, bending down after sprinting down the staircase and then catching up to him. “god, why do you have to walk so fast?” athletic legs. you questioned him, seriously. inhale, exhale. confess, leave. literally, bolt like the flash, done deal. solid plan.

“here goes nothing, see ok, i like you. not those girls who leaves love letters in your locker about 100 reasons why they will make you happy or those who leaves 10 different types of chocolates inside your drawer. i like you as in, even if you reject me, right now, i would not might. you do not know me and i only know you from what you show. but if you give me, one chance to show you my sincerity for you about my feelings, it will make me the happiest person.” your mother usually questioned what exactly did she eat to give birth to someone, as impulsive, like you. now, it’s your turn to question what your mother ate to give birth to you. “now if you have nothing to say, i am gonna leave. good day.”

“you scream the loudest during my match. you seem to be more happier than me when i do well in my exams. you also have this weird hobby of staring at me during all the classes we share. oh, and all of your math equations that you were doing today, were wrong.” after everything you said, you laid out all your feelings, bare, for him and he had the audacity to just say this. “listen here, yo-” he took a huge step towards you, leaning forward to match your height “to be honest, you interest me. so maybe, i will give you a chance.” he whispered, gently. letting out a chuckle, going back to his normal height, ruffled your fuzzy hair as he walks away, shoving his hands in his pocket.

the snow was falling heavily, almost blocking most of the roads by now; but you do not might walking. the warm feeling that was radiating within you was cozy enough to keep you safe from the cold. your cheeks has not stop turning a darker shade of red, your heart has not stop beating fast after his words; you are willing to do this, for your first love, since, you work hard, you live earnestly.

[you end up taking the bus.]

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[1:02pm] paired with this

"he's all grown up." jake says as he wipes a fake tear off his cheek. heeseung let's out a small chuckle next to him as they watch you and ni-ki through the glass.

[12:55pm] paired with this

you let out a loud laugh as ni-ki tickled your sides whenever you got a dance move wrong.

"bring your left arm in then your left leg, not the other way around silly." he said showing you for the 8th time.

"but it makes more sense that way, silly." he walked over to you and held your left arm, moving it in the position that followed the dance. you let him continue to guid you.

"good, now bring your right leg out." he said looking down at your feet. but you were to focused on how close you two were.

ni-ki looked back up at you, questioning why you weren't moving. you two made eye contact with one another and froze, immediately backing up from one another when the door to the dance room opened.

"come on guys, times up." heeseung said as jake followed in behind him.