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Blessed-Cursed

Jake Sim X Black.FemReader

🩸 Genre: Angst, Romance, Reunion, Vampire X Human, Vampire x Vampire.

🩸 Warnings: Angst, Death (Reader dieing), Vampire, Mentions on blood, Undead, Vampire bites, Drinking blood. Probably some spelling errors because a mf can't spell to save her life..smdh.

🩸A/n: So! This will be in 3 parts! My mini Blessed-Cursed series. Sorry for writing about Vampires so much. They are such fascinating creatures to explore in writing with! Plus my Enha boys look good in their 'Vamp-ish' pics. Please enjoy! Quick PSA, the dividers are not mine!

🩸Quick Notice: If you see the name 'Yuta' instead of 'Jake' Let me know. I was making this originally for NCT's Yuta but Enha felt better for this! Yuta will have a story too

🩸Wordcount: 1,400k

The moon is really bright today..It burns a deep red; and so are the stars in contrast to the sky. The love of my life lies inanimate before me. Im the one who had helped the process come quicker. My selfishness of not wanting to let her go so soon, the selfishness of possibly cursing her with immortality.

The look in of terror in her eyes as she witnessed her life be torn from her body. Mortified of the danger that was the cause of another being; none other than a Human. Her cries hurt my heart, it seemed like it was my fault? I was too late to realize the dangerous, pathetic earthling who had taken her from me was.

I sit by the window, replaying the scene in his head. I suffer a great discomfort to see her like that. I knew it would come, with us being two different species. Y/n, who's human, could leave easily, diseases, accidents, aging...

I should've expected to out live her. Needless to say, I am an immortal being. Though, to outlive her to murder? How unfair, is this what a mutilation feels like? It's painful..really bad. Should I have just let her go?

That evening, you were taking a stroll with your fiancé. Much to the both of your surprises, it rained despite weather apps claiming otherwise. "Jake, it's fine, my place is just nearby. We can stay there for a bit." Jake, leaning close to your ear so you could hear him better.

"Are you sure, I don't want to be a problem my Dove."

"No! None at all! You can stay until the rain stops."

The rain starts to pick up. Jake grabs your hands, pulling you towards a nearby convince store. Y/n L/n, just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. It was an accident, right? No, but it sure did feel like it was on purpose. No way some individual would just randomly take another's life? They would...They do it all the time, I can't deny whats in front of me

A murderous fiend who'd acted on their killer desires. Thats what happened- he should've gone in with you, instead he waited outside for you. He didn't think it would be safe for you to wait outside alone, especially while it was night time too. Not knowing what dangers lurked inside of that ungodly place.

Alerted by your cries Jake broke the glass door making his way inside, witnessing you starting to bleed out. His blood was boiling, he began panicking, even hyperventilating. This couldn't possibly be happening, who had done this?!

The thought of losing the love of his life. No, not again! 'I'm not losing someone I care about again!' Jake would be looked into if he hadn't warped the camera footage. You on the other hand, he was sure there would be some search party out for you. After all, your blood was spilled on the floor. You were seen by bystanders. You were recorded by store cameras; which once again, the footage was now distorted. Best thing for me to do was erase everyone's memories, but in the midst of losing you that was the last thing on his mind.

After Jake he scurried away. Holding you tight in his arms, scared your soul would slip away any moment. His Beloved..She was dieing. "Y/n, Y/n Stay awake for me. Okay?",He called out to you, with his voice wavering.

"I-It hurts! It hurts rea-really bad!" She managed to cried as she clung to my shirt. I, myself wanted to cry, oh so bad. However, it seemed like the adrenaline rush, subsiding the emotions. Y/n's voice..It was failing her. Her life was slipping from your body as your blood did the same.

You wanted to call out to him, nothing ever exited your lips besides a sharp, staggering breath. Your eyelashes fluttering, failing to stay awake. Next thing he knew, you were laying on his bed, deceased.

Its been about two days and you haven't awakened yet. He was starting to feel anxious, maybe he was too late to turn you? Maybe he didn't make you drink enough of his blood? What could've went wrong!? He heard something, a little rustling noise. Attention turned from the night sky as he sat on the window seat. Her fingers twitching with slight movements. He slowly got up from the window seat, steadily making his way towards her. 'Am I just seeing things?!' He thought to himself.

'No- I couldn't have.' I kneel beside Y/n's form, placing my fingers along her neck in attempt to feel for a heartbeat. Surely enough there was one, it was faint, almost undetectable. Her body was not the typical Dead that Vampires are. It was evident that you'd bleed out, but seeing your pulse and breathing it was amost like you never died. It was almost like you'd evolved.

Y/n's blood, skin now suddenly burning with warmth- pulling up the long sleeves of her shirt to reveal the vibrant blue color of her veins. Almost as if on cue..her eyes jet open, glowing a deep blue color. Jake now stood before you in disbelief. "Y-Y/n, your-"

"Hungry..So Hungry." Y/n's voice strains. You attempted to get up and move around, only to no avail.

"Stay down, You have to get used to it."

Your blue orbs shift to him, studying him, your cold vampiric eyes watching his every move. He knew you weren't in a right state of mind at the moment.

She's been "dead" for 4 days. His hands slowly caress you cheek gently, elated that his princess was back. With her breathing rugged, she struggled to learn how to breathe again. "Y/n? My love..",he whispered, running his hands through your curly hair. You couldn't focus on his voice, all that you could see were areas to that you oh so badly wanted to drain. His neck..the pit of his elbows, his forearm...wrists.

"Jake..", her weakened voice calls out and l like a slave, I listened gladly. She struggled to sit up right, fumbling backwards. Eventually she clung to my sleeve..

"I need to...I just need to.."

I helped her up, holding her carefully,"Sure Love, go ahead.." it's not like she needed his permission, She was going to drink his rouge liquid whether he denyed her or not. That is one of the many curses of the vampirism transformation process.

Her fangs slowly protruding past her soft lips..penetrating my skin. For the first time, of the very few times of someone bitting me..God it was incredibly painful.

I bite my lip in attempt to hold in his grunts. My fiancée's slender tanned fingers grabbing, now tangled in my hair and pulling it. This giving her more access to my neck. Finding a new spot to pierce. I grunt, sucking my teeth. She growls, bruising, harshly biting my skin.

Fuck..It hurts, but for her...I'd gladly experience all the pain on earth to keep her in my arms. Her hunger getting the best of her, Y/n wobbles to her feet, grabs my collar, slamming me to the wall. "A-Ah..Y/n!!"

Is this what other creatures feel like when vampires drink from them? Jake sighs, breath staggered trying to contain and help the pain subside. After a minute or two of ravaging his skin with multiple piercings, you finally having enough of a drink. The two of you fell to the floor, with you still in Jake's arms

The glow of your eyes dull down into your usual color as your senses now come to. You pull away, you release your fiancée's hair as you eyes rest on him..vision still not 100%.

Figures, your technically undead, and being "dead" you aren't breathing. So oxygen isn't getting where its supposed to, that includes your eyes. You'd only just started breathing again, so it would take some time before your vision would be 20/20 again.

Your cool fingers reach out before you, touching his face. Your fingers tracing over his eyelids, lips, cheek bones, cheeks, nose. You squint your eyes, foggy vision subsiding a little, but still not clear. "Jake?", you say.

There was some sniffling noises before a quiet laugh. Jake staring at you with tears in his eyes, "Yes my dove?"

"You're so...blurry", you say as your eyes close.

"I know, Im sorry my dove. It'll go away soon." Jake held you close, squeezing you in his strong arms. Your finger finds a tear on his face slowly wiping it away. "You're..crying? Why?", your voice ached. The touch of his skin was cool in contrast to yours. "I'm just happy, So happy", he answered looking into your now normally beautiful brown colored eyes.

You chuckled, and smiled before falling asleep in his arms. Jake kissed your temple, caressing your cheek. Quietly whispering—

"Welcome back My Dove."

Written January 30th

⋆ ｡⋆୨୧˚— STILL MONSTER

“In the end, the answer is always, only you”

“my heart craves it, even though i’m such a monster”

SYNOPSIS. in which you’ve been sick your whole life, destined to die eventually, you’ve been locked away inside of your home by your entire family until you finally run away craving freedom and the life of a normal teenager, and that’s when you meet park sunghoon, the man who had taught you how to live life to the fullest.

PAIRING. strangers to lovers, badboy!sunghoon x fem terminally ill!reader

GENRE. 18+, angst, smut, very little fluff.

WARNINGS. smut (MDNI), cursing, death, drugs, alcohol, abuse, not edited, spelling errors (◞‸◟；)

WORD COUNT. 5.1K

NOTE. this is a special fic for 200 followers <3 <3 it really means so much to me !! I apologize in advance idk why I made this so sad?? anyways this is the longest thing I’ve posted yet,, again tysm!! 🫶

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The moon hung high over the city that never sleeps, Seoul. Its luminecent glow casting a pale hue over the city.

In a grand mansion on the city’s outskirts, you sat by the window. Staring longingly at the world outside, your life has always been trapped to this room, tethered to an IV, your existance being defined by illness and isolation.

Your parents, the rich, famous, and influential Kims, are ashamed of you and your condition, and you never understood why. It wasn’t like you could control it, to the outside world you are currently abroad, studying at an “elite institution”.

The truth, however, is far more tragic.

Since birth, you had been plagued by a rare disease that leaves you weak and dependent on constant medical attention. Your parents, driven by pride and a fear of social judgement, kept you hidden away as if you never existed, instead focusing on your healthy older siblings.

They fed the media tales in which never took place of your “academic endeavors”, maintaining their image while you rot away in solitude. Your room, though luxurious, felt like a gilded cage, one you could never escape.

Why haven’t you left? You hadn’t stepped on the fresh grass outside for years, “doctors orders”, crazy right? You were afraid, the closest you have been outside is dangling your legs over this very window.

But that night, the loneliness was clawing at your insides like it never has before, you had always read about the feeling of friendships, love, and desire in your books, but you craved desperately to experience it.

So why not do it if your gonna die soon anyways?

With trembling hands, you ripped out your IV, the pain sharp and liberating. You wince as the needle leaves your arm, the bright red blood trickling down, but you quickly bandage it with a piece of cloth you had torn from your nightgown.

Your heart raced with a mix of fear and exhilaration as you packed a small bag with your essential medication, a few pieces of clothing, and the few hundred dollars you have managed to save over the years.

Silently, tip toeing like as if you were a mouse, you crept through the mansion, your heart pounding as you passed your parents’ bedroom.

You slipped out through the side door with the broken security sensor your family hadn’t bothered fixing since you were eleven, you felt goosebumps making their way up your arms as your breath hitched as you felt the cool night air consume you, on your skin for the first time in years.

You moved quickly, your footsteps light on the gravel path leading you away from the mansion.

You glance back only once, leaving the dungeon which you called home, a mixture of dread, hope, and determination coursing through your veins.

You don’t know where you’re going, but the one thing you do happen to know is that you have to get as far away from that prison as possible.

The streets of seoul are alive with lights and sounds, a strong contrast to the oppressive silence of your home, the only sounds were the occasional humming of the birds outside.

You wander consiously, your eyes wide with wonder and disbelief, while you had been in that godforsaken room for years, there was a whole other world out here, one you hadn’t been in before.

The city feels like an alien world, filled with unfamiliar faces and bustling activity. For a moment, you drift away with the harsh wind and you feel freedom.

The neon signs, the chatter of people, and the sound of music and the distant hum of traffic are all intoxicatingly new.

Unfortunately, your euphoria is short-lived. As you venture into a dimly lit alley, trying to find somewhere to rest, a group of men emerge from the shadows. They eye you hungrily as if they were dogs and you were a piece of meat, closing in with lecherous grins.

You were new to this world, but you weren’t completely stupid, you knew what their intentions were, panic surged through you as you realized the deep danger you were in.

“Hey there, sweetheart. Whats a pretty little thing like you doing out here alone?” one of them sneers, his breath reeking of alchohol as you held back a gag.

His friends chuckled, their eyes shamelessly roaming over you with predatory intent, you tried to back away, but they surrounded you, their hands reaching for your bag and money.

“Please, leave me alone!” you squeeked out, begging with all you had as your voice trembled.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you clutched your bag tightly squeezing your eyes shut in complete and utter fear took over you.

The men ignored your pleas with smirks, as if they had heard them all too many times, their hands grabbing at your clothes and belongings. You struggled against them, but you knew that your body was far too weak, your illness sapping your strength

Desperation clawed within you as you fought back to escape their grasp, and suddenly out of nowhere a tall figure appears.

He dispatched the predators with a swift, brutal efficiency, his fists a blur of motion, you gasped as you felt yourself spacing out when the situation had grasped you again.

The men scattered, groaning and cursing as they fleed into the night, leaving you trembling and breathless as the tears left your eyes.

You stood there frozen, the stranger turned to you as his eyes were filled with irritation and anger.

“Are you an idiot? Who the fuck comes here at night?” he snapped, his voice harsh and condescending as you flinched in fear.

Your sobs intensified, and the strangers’ expression softened slightly as he had recognized you.

“You’re Kim Y/N,” he says, his tone coated in confusion.

“What are you doing here?”

“I… I had to get out,” you choked out, your voice barely audible.

“I couldn’t take it anymore.”

The stranger sighs, running a hand through his hair.

“Come on,” he said gently, pulling you into his hard chest, it was awkward and stiff, but it was somehow comforting.

“Lets get you somewhere safe.”

The mysterious stranger had soon introduced himself as Sunghoon, a name you had for sure heard before over the dinner table as your parents conversed. He was notorious for being dangerous, cold and his ruthless demeanor, a figure whispered about in hushed tones.

Yet, as he guides you through the dangerous city, he shows a surprising amount of patience and kindness, though more quiet than you would’ve liked.

He takes you to a small, shabby apartment, offering you sanctuary for the night.

The apartment is modest, quite different from the environments you had become used to- but hey, at least you weren’t on those streets after what had conspired.

Its cluttered with books and documents everywhere, a small kitchen in the corner. Sunghoon leads you to a worn-out couch, where you collapse, absolutely exhausted from the nights events.

“So, do I get some cash prize if I send you back home?” he said with a chuckle but quickly stopped as you sat up in fear.

“P-please, don’t take me back there!” you shout with tears brimming as sunghoon nodded quickly, calming you down as you sat back down.

“Why’d you run away?” Sunghoon asked, in a hushed tone as if he was trying not to startle you away, he sat across from you, his gaze softened by genuine cornern which lit something warm inside of you.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. “I couldn’t live like that anymore. They locked me up, ashamed of me. I was just a burden to them because of my sickness.”

You saw Sunghoon’s expression darken into the same one he had as he beat up those men who attempted to rob you,

“They had no right to treat you like that.”

And hearing those words for the first time, sparked something inside of you, and you cried in resentment as Sunghoon sat there, offering his presence as comfort.

Over the next following days, sunghoon taught you about the world outside of your guilded cage. He shows you how to navigate the bustling seoul city streets, how to manage your money properly, and even how to enjoy the simple pleasures life gives you with freedom.

He takes you to the nicest parks, where you sit for hours, talking and watching the world go by, the most beautiful beaches, which you had only heard about in books, he introduced you to street food, the flavours a revelation to your sheltered palate.

You find yourself incredibely drawn to this man, your heart flutterimg in a way you knew all too well, it was the same fluterring you felt reading your romance books, even the books you were forbidden to read.. ones filled with lust and things your parents would for sure execute you for if they had ever found out.

Sunghoon is patient with you, but he’s also firm, pushing you to be stronger, to be more independent. He shows you a side of life you have never known, and you soak it in eagerly.

One night, you were both next to each other on the couch, with cheap take-out across from you- movie nights had become tradition between you two, you had never known things like this apart from books existed, and it fascinated you.

It was dark, and the movie was quite romantic- every kiss scene that had came on left you a red mess while sunghoon laid there nonchalantly.

You were embarassed, as you looked at Sunghoon- you can tell, you can tell he has experience. While you were here squeeking at the slightest interactions, he was smiling down at you, you felt humiliation.

You knew what you felt for Sunghoon, he had saved you. You loved him and it terrified you, because why would he love a sick girl? Why would he love someone with zero experience whatsoever when he could have anybody he wants?

As you see the characters kiss once again, you look down with tears in your eyes. Sunghoon immediately pauses the movie and lifts your chin up to look at you.

“What’s wrong angel?” he whispers quietly, caressing your cheek as you groan and throw his wrist off of you which makes him furrow his eyebrows in confusion.

“Come on, you doing this is just going to make me upset you know?”

Your ears perked up at that, you hated making Sunghoon upset.

“Its just…” you sigh as you feel embarassment flooding over you, once again.

“Just tell me, angel. You could tell me anything.” He says trying to provide you the comfort and strength for you to tell him what was so wrong.

“I’m sick hoon, and I’m gonna die without- without kissing anyone, without knowing what its like to be loved back, without doing the thing people do when.. they’re in love.”

Sunghoons’ concerned face slowly formed into a cocky smirk- you felt tears of humiluation brimming into your glossy eyes, of course he’d laugh at you.

“What do people do when they’re in love?” he says teasing you as you whine.

“you know, hoon… stop doing this on purpose!”

“Tell me now, or else I’m gonna be really angry-“

“Fine- sex…”

Sunghoon stopped grinning when he saw tears rolling down your cheek, “ are you serious about being upset angel?”

“I wanna be normal.. I wanna be loved like I love, i.. I don’t want to die”

Sunghoon’s breath hitches at your words, feeling his own tears brimming in his eyes at the though of you not being here with him, not pestering him, not watching movies every night, you not coming into his room at the middle of the night to sleep with him because you’re scared.

“but angel..” his voice cracks,

“you are loved, you’re so loved.”

You scoff as you burried your face into your hands, now sobbing at Sunghoons’ words.

“Who loves me hoon? My parents hate me, my siblings are disgusted by me, even my family dog-“

You quickly get cut off my sunghoon placing his lips on yours, and your eyes widenned- you sat there completely frozen, it felt like fireworks had gone off inside of your body.

You let out a whimper when sunghoon deepens the kiss, making him groan and pull back with a lust filled gaze, you felt your cheeks turn pink at this hooded gaze.

“I’m in love with you, Y/N.”

“Y-you love me?” you ask with tears in your eyes, not believing him.

“No you don’t- why would you, I’m sick! You pity me.. that’s what it is.”

Sunghoon scoffed at your words, his eyes going to your bare legs- so soft and fragile, and then your face, the face he was so completely in love with.

He didn’t prepare for this- he didn’t prepare to fall so deeply in love with you, and he couldn’t take it any longer.

At first, you weren’t sure if you believed him. It was such a sudden confession, and you had never considered the possibility that Sunghoon might have romantic feelings for you. But as you looked into his earnest eyes, you began to understand that he was telling the truth. You giggled with tears clouding your vision as sunghoon left a soft kiss on your nose. 'I want to show you how much I love you,' Sunghoon continued, and before you could even respond, he was pulling her closer, his lips meeting yours in a soft, tender kiss. As you both kissed, Sunghoon's hands began to wander, exploring your body in a way that made you feel cherished and desired. You couldn't help but respond in kind, your own hands sliding up his chest and tangling in his hair. Soon, things between you grew more intense. Sunghoon began to undress you, kissing and caressing every inch of your skin as he revealed it. He made sure to take his time, wanting to savor every moment with you. As you laid there, exposed and vulnerable, Sunghoon knelt between your legs and began to kiss your inner thighs.

“So fucking beautiful, fuck” he groaned out.

He could feel you trembling, both from nerves and excitement, and he took comfort in knowing that he was the one making you feel this way. Slowly, he began to explore you with his tongue, teasing and tasting your most intimate parts.

‘Taste so fucking good, angel.” He says looking up at you as his chin was covered in your slick, and oh- was it a sight to see.

You gasped and moaned, your hips bucking against his face as Sunghoon brought you closer to the brink of ecstasy. When you finally couldn’t take anymore, Sunghoon undressed himself slowly as he looked at you with a lovesick grin.

“Are you sure about this, angel?” he said caressing your face as you nodded quickly, making him smile in adoration.

“Please hoonie.. I need you.”

He felt himself groaning at his words and he finally snapped- he entered you as you whimpered at the feeling, it was painful but so good, you loved it.

He moved slowly and deliberately as he made love to you. He could feel your tightness surrounding him, pulling him deeper and deeper, and he knew that he had never felt anything so perfect in his life. As you moved together, Sunghoon couldn't help the feeling of joy and love take over his body. He had never felt so connected to another person, and he knew that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you by his side. And even though you were inexperienced, you still managed to match Sunghoon's intensity, your own passion and love for him shining through in every movement and every touch. time passed as you explored each other, learning every curve and every secret, and when it was all over, you laid together tangled in each other's arms, spent and sated, gazing at each other in love, “That was amazing, hoon.. thank you.” You said tracing patterns on his chest as he pulled you up onto his chest- making you squeel as he kissed you all over your face.

“Don’t thank me, angel.” He said looking deep into your eyes before pulling you into his chest again, his scent clouding your senses.

In that moment, you felt on top of the world.

With Sunghoon, you felt like you had everything you needed and more.

As weeks slowly flourished into months, you and Sunghoon had been clung to each other and so, so deep in love.

You shared your dreams for a future together, your fears, finding solace in each other’s company. For the first time, you felt truly alive.

One evening, you found yourselves at a small, hidden café. The atmosphere was croazy, the soft hum of conversation and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee creating a warm ambiance.

You both sat in a corner, your hands intertwined across the table as you gazed into each others’ eyes.

“Do you ever regret it? ” you ask, your voice soft.

Sunghoon raises his eyebrow at your question.

“Regret what?”

“Living this life, being so… alone?”

Sunghoon looks at you, his eyebrows furrowed.

“Sometimes” he admits,

“But meeting you has made it worth it..” he says looking down, flustered at his own words as you let out a love-struck giggle.

You felt your heart swell with emotion, you caressed his hand delicately in yours,

“I don’t know what I would have done without you, hoonie.” You say with a trembling voice.

He smiles as he squeezed your hand gently, reassuring you. “You’re stronger than you think, angel. You just needed someone to show you that.”

Your relationship deepens even more if possible- Sunghoon takes you to his favourite spots in the city, places that hold memories for him, and he creates new ones with you.

But beneath the surface, sunghoon is tormented. He knows you’re sick, he knows you’re bound to die, he has seen your empty bottle of pills which both of you can’t afford, no matter how many jobs he picked up.

He knows you being there with him is killing you faster as he sees you throwing up blood over the toilet, he hasn’t opened up to anyone all his life- this being the reason.

Everybody leaves him eventually, but this was different. The thought of losing you terrified him. He watched over you, ignoring the voice in the back of his mind telling him to stop being selfish, and his worry grew with each passing day you spent together until he just couldn’t anymore.

One night, as you both laid intertwined on the couch, you felt yourself going into a coughing fit again, this time coughing out a deep, dark red blood.

“Fuck..” you murmered as Sunghoon suddenly shot up, pulling you close to his chest. He knew what he had to do, and in every passing moment he felt his heart breaking.

“I can’t do this,” he says, his voice breaking with emotion.

You looked up at him, confusion and fear clouding your gaze.

“W-what do you mean, hoonie?”

“I’m taking you back,”  he voices emotionlessly.

“You need proper care, Y/N. I can’t let you die because of me..” he says avoiding your gaze because he knows the second his eyes lock into yours he’d become a mess.

“No, please, please sunghoon!” you begged, clutching onto him desperately.

“Don’t take me back there. I- I can’t go back!” you sobbed.

But Sunghoon refused to listen, the night was spent with your sobs and sunghoon enduring them, they felt like stabs to his heart.

The next morning, he drives you to your parents mansion, ignoring your pleas and tears. He stopped the car in front of the gate, his heart heavy with a clawing sadness.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, voice choking with emotion.

“But this is for your own good.”

You clung to him, sobbing uncontrollably.

“Please, Sunghoon, don’t leave me. I love you!”

“I love you too,” he admits, his own tears rolling down his cheeks.

“That’s why I have to do this.”

He gently pries your hands away, kissing your forehead before pushing you towards the gate. As you fell to your knees, your cries echoed into the night, sunghoon drove away, his heart shattering with each passing moment.

You were taken back inside harshly by the guards, your parents were livid, furious and so ashamed.

“Foolish girl, how dare you come back after leaving!” your father yelled as he slapped you, fuming in anger.

“Should’ve just died on the streets!” your mother said before walking off, leaving you alone on the floor, completely emotionless.

And oh, how you wished you did die on those streets, being here was the same thing as being dead, probably even worse.

They tightened their grip on you, ensuring that you could never escape again. They hired additional staff to monitor you, locking you in your room with no mercy this time.

Your father is worse than before, his eyes were filled with disappointment and disgust every single time he looked at you.

Your days become a blur of monotony. You stare out the window, longing for the freedom you had tasted, the love you had lost. The staff, though professional, are indifferent to your suffering.

They administer your medication and perform their duties, but they offer no comfort or kindness, the only person who ever treated you with a little kindness was the maid.

The isolation was suffocating, you would find solace in the memories of your time with sunghoon. You replay your moments together in your mind like a film, clinging to them like a lifeline.

You remembered the warmth of his embrace, the way his eyes softened when he looked at you, and the sound of his intoxicating voice, both comforting and stern.

One night, unable to sleep, you sit by the window, your thoughts consumed by sunghoon. You wonder if he thinks of you, if he regrets his decision.

The moonlight casta a silver glow on your face, and you whisper into the night,

‘Sunghoon, I miss you.”

Meanwhile, Sunghoon tries his best to move on, but he’s constantly haunted by the memories of you. he throws himself into alcohol and drugs again, hoping to distract himself from the agonizing pain.

But nothing seems to fill the void you have left in his heart. He avoids the places you had visited together, unable to face the memories they held.

He finds himself drawn to the area near your mansion, driving by it late at night. He parks a few blocks away, staring at the imposing gates, his heart aching with longing and regret.

He wonders if you are okay, if you think about him, if you despise him for what he had done to you.

Another night, as he sits in his car, he sees a shadowy figure standing by the gate. His heart skips a beat as he realizes that its you. You’re gazing out at the street, your face pale and emotionless.

Sunghoon’s chest tightens with a mixture of relief and sorrow at seeing you.

He wants to run to you, to take you away from your prison, but he knows he can’t. he has made his choice, and he has to live with it. He watches you for a long time, his eyes filled with tears, before driving away, his heart feeling heavier than ever.

Days turn into weeks, and weeks into months. Your condition has worsened, your health declining under the strain of your confinement and the emotional toll of your seperation from sunghoon.

You feel weaker with each passing day, your spirit slowly breaking.

One day, you find the strength to get out of bed and write a letter.

You poured your heart into it, expressing your love for sunghoon and how you longed to see him again. You described your life in the mansion, the suffocating isolation, the abuse, and the pain of being away from him.

“Dear Hoon, if you see this at least..

I’m not getting better, I got worse actually.. its funny, I have all the care I need but being wih you was the strongest pain reliever. All I feel nowadays is agony and pain, I hate you- I hate that I love you even after you did this to me, I hate how I just wanna run into your arms and kiss you, I hate how I want you to hold me and I hate how you make me want to live, even though I have zero chances of a lifetime with you. Its dull and lonely here, nobody speaks to me, the only time my mother speaks to me is when she slaps me after seeing the bills of the medication. But still, being seperated from you hurts more than anything else. I don’t really know why I’m writing this, but I am.

Love, Y/N.”

You manage to slip the letter to the same maid who treats you with kindess, begging the lady with everything you have to deliver it to Sunghoon’s address. You wait anxiously, hope and doubt warring within you.

Sunghoon is at his apartment when a strange letter appears underneath his door, he stares at the envelope, his hands trembling.

He recognizes your handwriting and feels a surge of emotions. With shaking hands, he opens the letter and begins to read.

As he reads your words, he falls to his knees and sobs, the pain and longing in your letter mirror his own feelings. He realizes he made the biggest mistake of his life, he realizes he has wasted so much time he could’ve had with you, he has to see you, to hold you, to tell you that he loves you and he’s sorry.

That night, sunghoon drives to the mansion. He jumps over the fence and climbs his way recklessly up your window. You were sitting by the window, your face a mask of despair.

When you see him, your eyes widen in shock and complete joy.

“Sunghoon!” you whisper, your voice trembling as teara rolled down your cheeks.

He climbs through the window and pulls you into his arms, the same embrace you had dreamt of being in again, dying in.

“Angel, I’m so fucking sorry. I never should’ve done that to you- I never should’ve left you in this fucking cage.” He sobbed, trembling in your arms.

You cling to him once again, your tears soaking his shirt.

“I thought I’d never see you again.”

“I couldn’t stay away,” he says, his voice breaking.

“I love you too much.”

You held each other for a long time, your hearts beating in unison. But your reunion is bittersweet. Your health is failing, and you both know your time together is limited.

Sunghoon stays with you, refusing to leave your side. He does everything he can to make you comfortable, to bring some joy into your remaining days.

You talk and laugh, reminscing about your time together, you make love to each other for the last time, you make new memories, cherishing each and every moment.

One evening, as you sit by the window, watching the sunset, the colours fading from an orange and pink hue to darkness as the stars lit up the sky, you felt peace.

you turn to him, “Sunghoon, promise me something.”

“Anything, baby.” He says, his heart breaking into pieces with the knowledge of what is coming.

“Promise me you’ll live your life,” you whisper softly,

“Don’t let my death destroy you. Be happy, for the both of us.”

Sunghoon’s eyes fill with tears, “I promise, my angel.” He says, his voice breaking.

You spend your final day wrapped in each other’s arms, your love for each other becoming a beacon in the darkness.

You pass away peacefully, your last breath a whispered, “I love you.”

Sunghoon holds you close, his heart shattered. But he remembers his promise. He knows he has to keep living, to honor your memory.

Epilogue

Years pass, but sunghoon never forgets the happiness you two shared. Your love, though brief, remains a bittersweet memory.

Sunghoon keeps his promise. He lives his life, carrying your memory and spirit with him. He finds ways to honor you, to keep your spirit alive. He visits the places you had been together, feeling your presence with him.

He finds happiness again, knowing you would want that for him. Although he’s alone, he’s never lonely knowing your there with him on the other side.

Your legacy lives on in sunghoon’s heart. You had taught him about love, about sacrifice, and about the strength to keep going. Your love story was a tragic one, but it was also a story about hope, of finding light in the darkest times.

And as the years go by without you, Sunghoon never forgets the girl who had stolen his heart and showed him how to truly live.

© luvvsim 2024

no taglist for this bc I don’t wanna accidentally tag a minor !! :c

FOLLOWING YOUR LEAD.

PAIRING friends by association jake x female reader

GENRE smut, mdni

WC 3.2k

WRNG! black coded female reader, watching porn (jk), video call on discord, jake exposes himself, mutual masturbation (y/n has a vibrator)

A/N! inspired by an ask. you, me & the drivers seat is the continuation. jake and black girls in all caps and all positions i volunteer… & please excuse any mistakes (if there are any)

jake didn’t have a type at all.

his friends would joke about how mass his standards were, simply getting off on a pretty face. you and jake had been friends for a few weeks now, meeting for the first time at a mutual friend—jays—dinner party for his birthday. the club afterwards was fun, you two hitting it off even more as the night grew older.

you and him both matched in outfits because of the dinners dress code, you wearing a tight short black dress with long dark bundles, paired with stiletto heels. he himself in a black tight turtle neck shirt with matching coloured dress pants and shoes. you two danced very close that night, each grind between you too pushing you to pull your inches over your right shoulder to avoid it getting caught around his wrist watch or neck chains! his chin hooked over your left shoulder.

he has asked if you wanted to follow him back to his place for the night—whether anything happened or not, but you kindly refused. you stated how you didn’t ‘get down like that’ and how if he wanted you to come over he needed to ‘buy you a few dinners first’. he understood you whole-heartedly, not arguing.

but he’d be lying if he didn’t think about you a lot since then.

he loved the silhouette of your look from that night. the brown skin, the dress, the heels. the way you fixed your hair consistently throughout the night, running your hands through your hair to keep it from tangling.

the way your lips glistened with gloss, the way you hyped up jays little section in the club whenever a song you liked came on. he had to fight the urge to message you daily to check up on you, constantly liking your posts and stories whenever you’d show off a new hairstyle.

he tried to find any and every way to communicate with you outside of instagram, adding you onto discord after finding you had one for your close overseas friends. you didn’t use it as regularly as he did, but you two would sometimes meet within a call with many other people, usually hosted by jay.

you two started to hang out on discord just to keep in touch without you giving out your number, his discord—and camera—constantly open and on waiting.

sometimes he’d forget, your voice coming in at random times, yelling at him to ‘close the damn app and go to bed.’

he thought about you often. he wondered if you noticed how he’d like every post of yours, reply to every story with heart eyes or a short cheesy message;

Oh my god you look so good

or

Damn girl

or even a tasteful;

Omg wttfff

he almost thought you did it on purpose. that you liked the way he ran behind you metaphorically, waiting for your response. he couldn’t stop thinking about you in faint memory, trying to remember how you two danced at the club.

he tried to remember the way your hands lightly touched the sides of his hips to guide him. the way you’d look over your shoulder, his nose pressed against the left side of your face as you’d dance, your hair in your right hand as you fixed it.

he can’t stop thinking about you. he’s constantly trying to recount how good you smelt, how soft your skin was, he was hooked. he didn’t know if you even liked dancing with him that night, the way you never responded to him with anything but a playful thank you babe and a like on his message.

you even had the nerve to go to a concert recently, posting videos of yourself singing the lyrics with one of your girlfriends. he was so infatuated with you, he would’ve jerked it right then and there the first time he watched it.

but here he was—a little after twelve am—sitting in his room with his macbook open.

he wore a simple white t-shirt and black shorts. he dreaded the idea of looking up porn in recent times, the videos not being enough for him once his weak high hit him. if he really wanted to, he could just go out and pull a few strings to get someone in his bed with him—but he didn’t want to.

there was nothing and no-one he wanted more than you. he usually didn’t look things up past a category, specifically looking for camgirls that recorded their own videos. he really wasn’t the type to look for a specific race, but he couldn’t help but type ebony in with a cringe.

he hated the idea of looking for a specific race outside of his own, fighting the shame he’d feel with someone catching him. regardless, he scrolled. he looked for someone who would in some way resemble you, scrolling past videos that obviously didn’t suit your frame.

it was almost gross to him as he scrolled, but it wasn’t enough for him to stop considering how desperate he felt.

most of the girls didn’t match your image, their hairstyles and skin-tones varying what he was looking for—until he finally found someone on the third page.

he clicked in the video quickly, his head moving at the speed of sound to spot the small lube bottle he had laying in his room, left by a girl who visited him weeks ago. he practically dives for it with his left hand out before slumping back into his gaming chair.

once the video loaded, he watched the way her hair flowed the same. she sat on the floor for more space, jake watching as she positioned herself in front of the camera for aesthetic purposes, playing the part. he watched the way she bent over for the camera, her ass in the air.

he bites his lip as his head lightly tilts to the right, watching the way her vagina lips part as she moves her finger up and down her clit lightly for show. he moans in his throat at the imagery, squirting an extra amount of cold lube into his right hand, snapping the cap back closed with his index finger.

his left tosses it to the back of his desk as his other hands fingers and palm massage the viscous liquid briefly. when he’s ready he hooks his left thumb under his shorts waistband and underwear. his hand moves both fabrics down to keep them stretched up and out of the way, the cool air of his room lightly hitting his skin and the bottom left side of is dick.

he wraps his right hand over his erection to pull it out of his pants, a light rebound in the way it stands tall in his hand. he wastes no time, stroking upwards with a tight grip. he ignores her face, focusing on the way her hair flows as she moves positions. his head lowers as he looks through his upper eyelashes at her, his gaze almost animalistic.

he watches her closely as his grip moves up and down his erection. “ah, y/n~” he moaned once to test out the way your name would roll off his tongue. he quickly traps his bottom lip between his teeth again, not caring to go over the vulgarity of moaning someone else’s name at a porn video. he couldn’t help it, his fist aggresively pumping up and down his length.

he heard his discord in the background go off, but he didn’t think much of it, watching the way the girl he watched grabbed a toy, positioning herself again to where her face wasn’t visible, only her body and hair being in the shot.

she positioned the toy under her, suctioning it on the floor as she moved to bounce on it, her right hand coming up to grab her hair as she looked down. jake moans at this, remembering the way you did the same at the night out.

“fuck.”

he moans, another light ‘y/n’ slipping from his lips as he strokes faster, the noise of his skin against the lube lewd. he kicks his hips forward for better angling as he quickly jacks off, his bottom lip hanging down a little as he lightly pants, his right eye squinting a little at the stimulation. he tries to go on pace with the way the girl bounces, but he can’t help but go faster, chasing his high selfishly. he imagines all the ways he would’ve had you if you decided to go home with him.

he imagined you being slightly dominate with him, putting your hand on his chest if he thrusted too hard or too quickly, telling him to calm down. he images the way you’d warp your arms around him, the scent of your perfume stronger than it was on the night out, the way your skin tones would contrast as your hair would get in the way.

both his eyes close at the imagery, his bottom lip slipping back between his teeth as he huffs heavily out of his nostrils. his head bobs backwards once until he snaps it back, staring just as intensely as he did before at the video playing, his eyes hooded.

“i’d—do anything.” he moans lightly to himself, moaning once more with another harsh exhale out is nose.

“like what?”

he hears a familiar voice ask from his screen, his hand stilling as he lightly pulls out of his lustful fog. he can barely make out who’s voice it is, and he’s not convinced he didn’t make it up in his own head considering all the extra noise he was making.

“oh don’t stop now.”

the voice lightly comments, playfully stern.

he keeps his right hand tight around his boner as his left hand finally pulls away from holding his shorts and underwear to pause the video he’s watching. he stops his movements to see if there’s anything else, still hearing background noise.

he motions his mouse down with his fingers to his taskbar, looking to see if anything else out of the multiple apps he had open could’ve possibly been playing some ad.

that’s when he sees discord.

his eyes shoot up to the top right of his screen, noticing the small green dot at the top right of his screen to let apple users know their camera is on.

he’s frozen still as he tries to remember what the voice sounded like.

he was truthfully hoping he had it open on one of his many personal group chats, hoping he’d open discord to see sunghoon laughing. he hoped it would be a group joke for months, his boys punching him whenever they saw you as they remembered how openly he jerked off on camera. he just wanted it to be anyone else.

when he clicks discord, he notices how the app wasn’t even closed, how the app had been open the entire time.

his camera not only on but so is audio, your icon sitting in the chat with him. he hopes he can still make up for this, moving to leave the chat when your camera comes on, your head tilted with a smirk on your face.

“having fun?” you asked as you cocked your head to your right, your eyebrows raised. you didn’t seem disgusted as you sat in your office chair, wearing a simple oversized t-shirt with no bra and shorts.

you were truthfully amused, jake pulling his gaming chair forward so his embarrassingly hard erection didn’t show in frame any longer. his grip around the base of his dick is still as tight as it was before, watching how you reach forward for something briefly before plopping down in your seat.

“heard my name and i thought you wanted to talk,” you started with a slow look around the room, the shame in jake’s belly wrongfully pinging in his groin. his body temperature runs hot at the embarrassment he feels, watching as your right knee comes into frame as you sit comfortably in your chair. “you look good though, i just didn’t expect a show.” you tease, honestly liking the attention.

“i look good?” jake asked lightly, his eyes scanning your face and the background around you. he was scared it was a prank, or that you were trying to get more out of him to record it. you notice the way he searches your room helplessly, so you back your chair up enough to where your thighs are in frame.

“yea, honestly you do. if you kept going i probably would’ve joined you.”

“so join me.” jake comments softly, his voice barely picked up by the mic. you had every reason to leave because of this, noting the way his right arm flexes and jerks slowly as he starts getting off in front of you. you honestly didn’t even want or need to, but you thought he’d appreciate it. you had a little vibrator at your desk that you used quite often, so you grabbed it lightly. you moved to stand, lightly tugging your shorts down nervously as you left your underwear.

“oh fuck.” jake doesn’t waste any more time than he needs to match you, standing up straight. he uses his free hand to tug and rip at the clothes around his waist, ridding himself of his bottoms. he moves his chair back as he plops back into it, now openly displaying himself in front of you.

you’re almost shocked when you finally sit back down with your vibrator in hand. he’s holding the base of his dick tightly, his left hand lightly swirling around the head for show. it shows, your mouth gaping just a little at the imagery. you lightly bring the vibrator into view, laughing lightly at the way jake leans forward comically to see what it is.

“what is that?” he asks in a squint, his left hand pulling off his dick to lightly tug his laptop closer. “you’ll see just move back.” you comment nervously, shuffling in your seat so you can comfortably spread your legs. you wondered if jake could tell you were a lot more nervous than you let on, if he did this just to get your attention so he could record it. either way, you moved into his view.

you turn the vibrator on, the embarrassing buzzing sound lightly ringing within the room. jake isn’t stupid, so the moment he hears it he lightly moans, baring his teeth lightly. he moves back again so he’s completely in shot, pulling his right hand off his dick to grab the bottom of his shirt with both hands.

your right hand drops on its own, rubbing soft circles against your clothed clit as you watch.

he rips his shirt up and off. to your surprise, he’s fit as hell—more than you would’ve expected at first glance. the moment he’s shirtless, he throws the shirt on his desk beside his laptop.

he resumes his position like before, his right hand immediately getting back to work as he wraps his fingers around the base of his dick again to hold it upright. he jerks off slowly this time, letting his grip run up to his tip then back down.

“your turn.” he motions towards you with his chin, a small smirk creeping up his lips. you put your leg down, placing the vibrator between your crotch and the chair. it buzzes against you as you grab your own shirt without much fight. jake almost drools at how quickly you move at command, pulling your shirt up and off.

you see yourself in your screen reflection as your shirt drops—you remember you don’t have a bra.

your left hand and forearm cups over your nipples as you hide them in shock.

jake moans out loud at the nip-slip, his head thrown back lightly as he jerks upwards on his dick a little faster. his left hand curves over his torso, searching for something to hold onto.

he wished he could hold onto you, wished you’d just ask for his address. wished that you’d send your own and how he would gladly travel with his boner tucked under his waistband. how he’d run his hands up and down your frame, how he’d leave open mouthed kisses up and down your neck, wrapping your legs around his hips.

he was straining his neck as he tried to hold back from cumming too quickly, barely keeping his eyes open as he lightly twitches in his chair. it was so naughty the image, how openly he moved in your vision. he let every moan leave his lips as he continued to jerk himself off, whining lightly whenever his fist reached his tip.

your right hand reaches for the vibrator again, your mouth lightly gaping at the rapid movement. your right hand holds it firmly in place against your clit. jake moaning as if he feels it. you forget he can see everything you do as he ducks his bottom lip between his teeth.

“i wish you could come over.” you playfully commented, thinking about how late it was, how nothing was open past shitty fast-food at this time. “i’d do—any,” jake moans out as he releases his bottom lip, whining. “—to help you.”

he’s close, his hips bucking forward once as he moans loudly, his eyes closing. his right hand moves quickly, the veins in his arms and hand poking out prominently. “oh jake,” you comment with a light lean in, taking in just how pretty he is. his left arm finally moves from his waist as it hangs on the armrest, his eyes prickling with tears.

“fuck!” he lets out one more time before he shudders, bitting his bottom lip one last time as he reaches for anything to put over his erection. unfortunately it’s his shirt—cupping his erection with the fabric right before he cums hard, his teeth digging into his bottom lip as he pulls it down. the moment his soft pink lip escapes, he huffs, his neck and chest flushed.

“wow, i haven’t cum that hard in months.” he comments with a casual laugh, catching you off guard. he smiles a little at the shock on your face, balling his shirt up to drop it on the floor. he catches his breath a little, force quitting safari to focus on you, turning his volume up in the process. his attention is now solely left on you, your vibrator still humming just loud enough for jake to hear. he doesn’t miss a beat as he slides forward, eyes following your crotch as your legs twitch closed a little.

“ take those off y/n, please.” jake comments lightly, his elbows holding him up as he gets comfortable. he didn’t know if this would be the first and last time you’d do anything sexual with him. he didn’t know if this would be the one time you’d show yourself off for him, if you’d block him later on after coming to your senses.

all he knew was he needed something to refer back to in his mind if he never got the chance. he needed something to play on repeat even if it wasn’t recorded.

“i need to see everything y/n. everything.”

© SJYFAVE ON TUMBLR 2024. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.

I want a part 2 lol

texts with bestfriend!jake ♡

genre: bestie!jake x fem!reader // reader has a crush on jake but doesn't realize it until later // warnings: bad humor & angst & (heeseung cameo)

𝑳𝑰𝒁𝒁𝑰𝑬 𝑵𝑶𝑻𝑬'𝑺 anyone want a part 2? lol

perm taglist : @kpislby @jakeflvrz @blvengene @who-tf-soddhi

the matchmatic 3000 | jake sim

✰ summary: simp, i mean, sim jaeyun is a hopeless romantic. a cursed hopeless romantic, he would say, doomed to exist as just your friend, nothing more. but when his genius (read: nerdy) best friend creates a highly accurate matchmaking app for the university, jake is ready to bribe, beg, and possibly sell his soul to make sure he gets paired with you. plan a? hack the system. plan b? there is no plan b. to jake, being delulu is the solulu, and he's all in.

✰ pairing: jake sim x y/n [ft. bestfriends!jay & heeseung]

✰ genre: fluff, comedy | college!au, matchmaking!au, friendstolovers!au, pining, pining, pining heh

✰ contains: honestly, just crack. i had too much fun with the humor in this one i think, whoops! lots of awkward tension, slow burn, pining, more pining, cute kithes (~￣³￣)~, reader is oblivious beyond saving, but no actual warnings other than maybe one or two cuss words i think!

✰ wc: ...19k (i swear this wasn't intentional...once again, i had too much fun) 

✰ a/n: it's finally done! i'm nervvy because i haven't posted a fic in almost three years now,,,but i randomly got inspo one day after seeing a tiktok about a matchmaking questionnare and now here we are! i loved writing these characters, it was so much fun,,,but i also don't know how to feel abt the whole thing so i hope people enjoy this !! :’)) ૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა ♡

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・

Simply put, Jake Sim is a simp. His name should honestly be legally changed from Sim Jae-yun to Simp Jae-yun at this point. 

Jake doesn’t fall often, but when he does, he hits the ground with the force of a malfunctioning rocket ship. Once in the third grade, a girl gave him a Hello Kitty bandage after he face-planted off the playground swings. Cute, right? Well, Jake was so smitten, he spent the next week sliding his prized dino chicken nuggets across the lunch table like they were some ancient currency to win her over.  

Did it work? Sort of. Did she eat all his nuggets without ever looking back? Absolutely.  

But this? With you? This is different.  

Jake would give up more than just his room-temp mystery-meat pterodactyls for you. He thinks he’d willingly cat-sit twelve cats—despite his strong dislike for cats. He thinks he’d voluntarily train for the national triathlon—despite always getting winded walking up the two flights of stairs to get to his apartment. He’d probably let you have the last Supreme pizza slice, which for Jake, is basically like offering you his soul on a silver platter. 

Forget falling—Jake didn’t just trip, no. He plummeted into a cartoon-style pit, the kind covered with leaves spread over the top like some dollar-store disguise. He’s still down there, metaphorically flailing around like a maniac while you’re chilling up above, completely unaware that you Tom & Jerry-ed his heart. 

In hindsight, Jake hopelessly pining for you was about as inevitable as a rom-com misunderstanding. The second his childhood best friend Grace—aka your college best friend and roommate—introduced you guys during freshman year orientation, Jake was hit with the biggest, dumbest case of whiplash known to mankind. 

You were so confident, so outgoing, so unapologetically you. You were like sunshine, and Jake was just there, squinting and hoping he wouldn't spontaneously combust into a thousand ashes from simply staring at you. 

But, as with all classic tropes (and pining fanfics), Jake knows that mixing friend groups and love interests is a recipe for disaster. And not just any disaster—a culinary trainwreck. Worse than whatever recipe the dining hall uses to make their sad excuse for tacos. Like, is it beef? Is it tofu? Who knows, and honestly, I don't think anyone wants to know.  

Anyways, that brings us to today: a couple years later, with Jake still mooning over his friend. His feelings remain the best-kept secret in the history of best-kept secrets—well, if secrets were meant to be as obvious as a neon sign in a blackout. 

In fact, Jake’s attempts at subtlety are about as smooth as a drunk giraffe on roller skates. Whenever you walk into the room, it’s like someone hits the ‘shutdown’ button on his brain. One second, he’s cracking jokes and holding conversations just fine, the next? Boom. Total system failure. You can almost hear the Windows XP error sound the moment you catch him off guard with a smile.

It’s not that Jake can’t talk to you—he’s your friend, after all. But the second he catches your sweet laugh or smile and his feelings come rolling in and the butterflies come out? Well, that’s when words start slipping through his fingers like sand, and his once confident banter turns into a cautious game of verbal Jenga. 

His brilliant solution?

Simple: stick to safe topics and keep it light. Foolproof, right? Well, if your idea of foolproof includes missed opportunities and enough internal cringe to fuel a thousand regret-filled 3am thoughts.

Luckily for him, you’ve gone all these years mistaking his massive, raging, hormonal crush on you as part of his ‘friendly, sweet, soft-spoken boy’ personality. And Jake? He’ll take that over an awkward-confession-which-may-lead-to-a-crash-and-burn-outcome any day. 

Honestly, who wouldn’t? Jake thinks as he glances at you from across the lunch table, currently laughing at one of Jay’s terrible puns. Yep, being friends with you is totally fine… totally fine… totally fine.

Jake’s totally fine.

Jake is totally not one more bad-Jay-pun away from writing tragic love haikus in his Notes app and forming a backstory about his unrequited feelings.

As if right on cue, Jay cracks a banana-physics joke (because, obviously, Jay is an expert in theoretical physics despite never having taken a class), and while everyone else is laughing, Jake’s over here, contemplating the meaning of life:

Her laugh echoes bright, I’m lost, no GPS found, Help, I’m still simping.

Jake stares down at his phone, horrified. Did he seriously just… haiku his feelings? Help. Is this what rock-bottom looks like?

"Alright listen up you peasants," Heeseung clears his throat dramatically as he suddenly approaches the group's lunch table located outside on campus grounds, interrupting Jake's poetic inner melodrama. "Your savior has arrived."  

“This better be good, Hee. The last time you said that, you tried to convince us that you could drink five Red Bulls, pull an all-nighter, and still pass that chem exam,” you smirk questionably. 

Heeseung points at you. “And I did pass.” 

“You got a 61%,” Grace says, not even looking up from her phone. 

“That’s still passing!” Heeseung declares, full of confidence. “Anyway, this time is different. I’ve been working on something life-changing.” 

Jake shoots a glance in your direction before quickly looking away. He wants to say something witty, something that could make you laugh, but his brain is like, nah bro, not today. Instead, he nervously fidgets with the sleeve of his hoodie. Since when was there a hole there?

“Life-changing?” Jay leans back in his chair, arms crossed, wearing his usual smirk. “What, are you finally going to start that YouTube channel where you rank ramen brands?” 

Heeseung rolls his eyes as he takes a seat, “First of all, that channel is coming. But no, this is better. Way better. I’ve created…” 

He pauses for dramatic effect, looking at everyone and drumming his fingers against the table,“…a matchmaking algorithm.” 

You burst out laughing, breaking the silence of the table, “What? Like a dating app?” 

“Is this about to be Tinder, but, like, nerdy?” Grace raises an eyebrow, intrigued but skeptical. 

“Not quite. It’s a scientific, algorithm-based matching system, designed to pair people based on compatibility and mutual interests. And, lucky for you all, I’m testing it out on campus,” Heeseung grins, completely unbothered. 

Jake’s heart skips a beat. Matchmaking? His mind first immediately goes to you. And then, downright panic. What if this robot thing pairs you with someone else? Oh god, what if it pairs you with, like, Jay, and he has to watch you guys flirt non-stop while he sits in the corner like a sad, dying houseplant? (mental note: water your houseplants when you get back to your dorm, jake!)

“Didn’t you also say it was ‘scientific’ when you ate an entire pack of Mentos and then drank Coke?” Grace’s brows furrow at the boy.

Heeseung scoffs at her dramatically. “That was for science. This is for love.” 

You lean forward into the table, clearly interested.

“So you’re saying this app will scientifically find me a soulmate?” Your eyes light up and Jake’s heart skips a second beat as they happen to make eye contact with him as you say that. Please let that soulmate be me. Please. “What’s the catch? You’re not the type to just… help people find 'love' for free.” 

Heeseung shrugs, pretending to be modest, “Not true! I’m doing this purely out of the goodness of my heart.” 

Jay coughs, "Cap.” 

“Okay, fine,” Heeseung admits, “it’s for a coding competition. The winner gets a year’s worth of free ramen from that noodle place near the dorms.” 

Grace’s jaw drops. “You mean Noodle Nirvana? The one with the spicy miso?” 

“Precisely, the one with the spicy miso," Heeseung nods proudly. 

You let out a giggle, “So you’re telling me, you’ve created a love machine just so you can hoard ramen?” 

“Correction,” Heeseung says, raising a finger, “I’ve created a highly advanced matchmaking algorithm to bring people together and also hoard ramen.” 

“Good enough” you shrug, raising your iced coffee in a mock toast to your nerdy friend. “Sign me up.” 

Oh no. Jake's heart skips a third beat (someone get him an ambulance please). Oh god, you're most definitely going to get matched up with someone else. And if that happens, bye-bye to the 12 black cats he’s already mentally prepared to care for. Bye-bye triathlon training.  

But on the other hand...this could be Jake's golden opportunity—that is if somehow the universe decides to play nice and matches you with him. This could be his chance, his moment, his... immediate descent into chaos. 

"Can your app match me with that cute barista that works at the campus boba shop every Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays from 12pm to 5pm?" Jay's eyes sparkle with curiosity and excitement.  

Heeseung gives Jay a look that says he’s one step away from calling campus security. "First of all, that’s borderline stalker territory. Second, no. It doesn’t work that way."

"So..there's no way you can influence the results at all? It's purely the robot’s doing?" you cock your head at Heeseung. 

"Again, it's an algorithm! Not a robot," he then shrugs, "and I’m above bribery. Unless, of course, you’ve got a worthy offer."

"ooOoOh, corruption? Me likey," Jay’s eyebrows shoot up in mischief, "I'm in. Where do I sign up?" 

“Already done, my friends. Check your emails," Heeseung pulls out his phone and points at it.  

Jake’s phone buzzes at that moment, and when he opens it, the email is sitting at the top of his inbox. He’s never been more nervous to open an email in his life. Well, except maybe his college acceptance letter. Or his professor’s recent feedback on his History of Modern Warfare essay. 

You tap your screen and start reading the email out loud:

Subject: [IMPORTANT SCHOOL ANNOUNCEMENT]  Hello there awesome students & fellow single-tons, Have you ever looked around campus and thought, ‘Wow, everyone here is either taken, weird, or impossible to talk to?’ Well, I’m here to save you from the trenches of singleness with...*drumroll please*  THE MATCHMATIC 3000  — the university's very own matchmaking algorithm!  How does it work you ask? Simple.  1. Download the app from the link in this email (no, it's not a scam or a virus, I promise).   2. Enter your name and student ID (for verification purposes only – no catfishing allowed!)   3. Answer a bunch of super fun questions that might make you question your life choices but will definitely help MatchMatic 3000 find your perfect match!  Once you’re done, the app will work its algorithmic magic to pair you with someone who’s probably just as confused about life as you are but is at least willing to share similar pizza toppings with you. The results will be sent out after a few days of algorithmic wizardry! Why am I doing this, you ask? Because who doesn’t love a good matchmaking fiasco? It’s like throwing spaghetti at the wall and seeing what sticks, except instead of pasta, it’s your love life. And hey, if it doesn’t work out, at least you’ll have some hilarious stories to tell your future therapist!  (Please don't bill me for your therapy bill. I'm broke.) It’s scientifically programmed, which means it’s flawless. Trust me, I’m very smart. Sign up now, and may your love life finally flourish. If it doesn’t, well, you can’t say I didn’t try. Questions will be released tomorrow, so sign up today before you catch a serious case of FOMO when all the cool kids start using the app ;) Sincerely, your friendly Campus Cupid,   Lee Heeseung <3  *Disclaimer: The university, nor I, takes no responsibility for any romantic entanglements, awkward encounters, or sudden realizations that you might be better off single. Please use the MatchMatic 3000 responsibly.* 

You look up, trying to hold in your laughter, “Heeseung, what the hell is this?” 

Everyone around the table bursts into muffled giggles as they take in the sight of a 240fps gif of Heeseung’s head superimposed onto a sparkly cupid’s body, dramatically shooting an arrow into the abyss of their screens.

"It's called marketing, Y/N. You wouldn't understand,” Heeseung says unbothered. 

“You really called yourself campus cupid,” Grace manages to get out, laughing so hard she’s practically wheezing.

“I said what I said,” Heeseung replies, puffing out his chest like a self-proclaimed genius. “And it’s true. I am your cupid. My algorithm is perfect. You guys are just haters. Just wait until I go viral and become rich and famous. Jake, you support me, right?"

Jake, who hasn’t uttered a peep in maybe a century, suddenly finds himself put on the spot. Oh no, I’ve been radio silent. They probably think I’m plotting my grand escape or something.

You turn towards Jake, waiting for his response and with a smile on your face, which is enough to send him into a decade long coma he thinks. 

“Uh... yeah, for sure. Whatever it takes for that ramen, right?” he blurts out, awkwardly throwing in a finger gun for good measure.

Nailed it.

"Jakey here is too sweet to disagree with you, Hee, “ you look up at him, flashing him a soft, teasing smile. 

And that’s it. Jake’s soul exits stage left. 

He nearly chokes on his own saliva at the casual way you let the pet name roll off your tongue. It’s as if you’ve just handed him a ticket to a new dimension where 'Jakey' is a thing and he’s suddenly the happiest (and only) person on the planet.

Jakey, you called him Jakey. His mind takes an ad-break as he tries to recover. Is this…flirting? Is this how normal people flirt? Or are you just trying to send him into cardiac arrest for fun?

Either way, Jake’s officially malfunctioning. He deduces you’re just being your typical, outgoing self—completely oblivious to the heart palpitations your simple actions send to Jake’s heart. How can someone be so effortlessly charming yet unaware of the chaotic consequences? 

“Y-Yeah, totally, sorry man,” he croaks out, praying to all higher powers above that this brief interaction is over. Heeseung's love machine may be flawless, but Jake? He’s barely functional.

Jake stares at the floor, trying to process this entire ordeal, as the rest of the table returns to their everyday conversation. This is happening. This is real. He needs to find a way to get matched with you, or else he can kiss Salt and Pepper (two of the twelve cats he’s already mentally named and is now emotionally invested in) goodbye. He glances over at you, who’s already—bless your curiosity—downloading the app. 

Jake gulps. He’s doomed. 

Today's the day. Jake’s internal doomsday. 

Also known as, MatchMatic-3000-launches-it's-questions-day. 

To the group's surprise, Heeseung’s love machine has gone viral across campus—it’s been the buzz of the school since his mass email blast 24 hours ago. 

“Alright gang, let’s see if this app is as magical as Heeseung’s ego claims!” you declare, your eyes sparkling with excitement as you join everyone at the usual lunch table outside.

Jake, sitting beside you, is staring at his phone like it holds the secrets of the universe. 

“I’m just hoping it matches me with someone who understands the sacred bond between a man and his video game console,” he mutters, sneakily glancing at your screen to see if you’re answering questions about your favorite video games. Because obviously, that’s the secret to his heart. 

You’re too engrossed in the questions on your phone to notice his subtle mission.

“Even better,” you say without looking up, “I hope it matches me with someone who’ll actually play video games with me.”

Then, you look up and throw him a quick wink. Casual. Effortless. But to Jake? It’s like being a victim of a hit and run to the heart. 

He’s definitely as red as his Asian Flush after two shots of soju. Maybe three.

Jay suddenly chimes in, “What if the app pairs us with people who have weird hobbies? Like, what if I get matched with someone who collects miniature spoons or lives in a house made entirely of cheese?” 

Grace snickers at the overly dramatic boy. “Jay, I think you’d thrive in a cheese house. You’ve already mastered the art of cheesy puns.”

Jake, still staring at his phone, suddenly gets an epiphany, “Wait, do you think it can match you with someone who’s just as obsessed with obscure internet memes as I am?”

You let out a giggle towards his direction, amused by his question, which makes Jake realize that he said that out loud. Well, if he made you laugh, that's a win in his book.

Heeseung, noticing Jake’s moment of glory, nods. 

“Oh, definitely. You might end up with someone who can appreciate a well-timed ‘Doge’ meme or has a shrine dedicated to Rickrolling."

“These questions are so random! A black cat or a golden retriever? What does that even mean?” you exclaim suddenly, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. 

“Excuse me, it’s all about the science of psychology, Y/N—” Heeseung stabs his fork into his pasta with an almost theatrical flair, “—the algorithm needs to understand your deepest preferences. It’s not about cats or dogs; it’s about what your choices say about your soul.”

Jay, munching on his questionable-looking dining hall taco, grins. “So, basically, the app’s trying to figure out if we’re more ‘moody cat person’ or ‘happy-go-lucky dog lover.’ Got it.”

Jake’s thumb hovers nervously over his screen as he reaches the same question himself. His eyes dart back to your screen but can’t seem to make out what you’ve selected. You’re biting your lip in concentration, and Jake’s brain glitches for a second because, wow, how can someone look so cute answering stupid personality questions?

Heeseung notices Jake’s expression from across the table and leans back in his chair with a knowing smirk. “Jake, you look like you’re solving world hunger over there. What’s the deal? Just pick whatever, man.” 

“I’m—I’m just being thorough, okay? This app’s gonna decide my entire love life. No pressure or anything,” Jake shifts uncomfortably, his face heating up.  

Jay snorts, stuffing yet another taco in his mouth, "Jake’s acting like the app’s about to determine the rest of his life. Just chill, man. You’ll get paired with someone. Even if it’s someone who only eats purple foods or, I don’t know, makes miniatures of their exes.” 

"Y/N's definitely getting paired with someone awesome," Grace teases, nudging you playfully from your other side. "Someone tall, athletic, probably knows how to cook gourmet meals."  

Jake internally winces at the description. Tall? He's definitely 6 feet...on a good day...with the right shoes. Athletic? Jake plays soccer! Well..played. In, like, middle school. Gourmet meals? He considers dino nuggets a gourmet meal so...he's practically a Michelin-star chef.  

You laugh at Grace's comment, shaking your head, "Honestly, I'm just hoping for someone who doesn't ghost me after three texts. Low bar, I know."  

Jake swallows besides you. Three texts. Got it. Don't ghost her, even if you do forget what words are in her presence.  

Suddenly, you look up from your phone and turn to lock eyes with Jake. "What did you put Jake? Black cat or golden retriever?"  

Jake freezes. Oh no, is this a test? This is definitely a test. He panics for a split second while his brain scrambles for the lobe that contains actual, cohesive, vocabulary.

"Uh, golden retriever. Definitely," he blurts out, voice higher than usual. "Golden retrievers are...loyal. And fun. Kinda like...you?" The last part slips out before he can stop himself.  

The table goes silent. Jay chokes on his suspicious taco. Grace's eyebrows shoot up in amusement. Heeseung stares at Jake like he's watching the most entertaining drama unfold right in front of him. 

You blink at Jake, then follow it with a soft giggle. "You're comparing me to a dog now?"  

Jake goes bright red, stammering as he's viciously shaking his head, "No—I mean—not like that! I just meant—"  

But you're still laughing next to him, he can feel your shoulders happily shaking against his, and while he's completely mortified, he can't help but feel the tiniest flicker of hope. At least you're laughing with him, not at him. Right? Right?  

"Did anyone consider the fact that we might get matched up with one another?" Jay changes the topic as he wipes the remaining taco shell crumbs off his mouth.

Jake notices the look of pure horror plastered on both you and Grace's faces.  

"Ew," you pretend to gag, while Grace laughs next to you. "Hard pass. You've got the same level of commitment as a first grader has with finishing their homework, and Heeseung’s definitely gonna end up marrying a computer. Plankton and Karen style. I think I'd rather date a Roomba. And you know I hate Roombas."  

Jake can't help the smile tugging at his lips. He knows you're joking, but hearing you rule out the other two makes him feel just a little better. But then...wait.  

You didn't say anything about Jake. What if you’ve already ruled Jake out, too? Not even a contender against Jay and Heeseung? The panic sets in as he thinks oh god, maybe she sees me like an actual Roomba—just following her around, waiting for crumbs of affection. 

Heeseung feigns hurt by dramatically clutching his heart. "Oh no. I'm so heartbroken," he deadpans.  

"I'd date you, Hee, don't worry," Jay winks, and without missing a beat, Heeseung blows him an exaggerated air kiss. "Thanks, babe." 

Jake, still lost in his thoughts, wonders if he’s been friend-zoned so hard he’s transcended into actual appliance territory, right next to the Roombas.

Everyone's laughing over Heeseung and Jay's antics, while Jake here is spiraling into a full-on existential crisis over accepting his fate as the Roomba of your heart. 

Is this my life now? I'm a...self-cleaning vacuum?

Jake comes to a realization the next morning: he can’t just settle for being the human equivalent of a non-sentient vacuum in your life. He needs to take action—and he needs to do it fast. Especially before the algorithm matches you with some 6-foot-tall, athletic, five-star chef who probably wakes up with flawless skin and has a perfectly curated Spotify playlist.  

Jake’s brain scrambles for ideas, as he stares hopelessly at the blank essay document on his laptop titled: "History of Modern Warfare (with revisions)" His essay can wait. World War II may have been a big deal, but this? This is you. Only the most important thing to walk this earth (in Jake's eyes, at least).  

What would a normal human being do? Grow a pair, march right up to you, and say something charming (probably, Jake wouldn't know). But Jake? Jake knows there’s a higher chance of him learning to speak fluent French in the next 24 hours than actually telling you how he feels.

Because that would require practice—in front of a mirror, at least five times a day, for three days straight. And by then, the matches will already be out, and you'll be swept off your feet by some handsome demigod in human form.  

Jake sighs as he tries to type at least one sentence of his essay, hoping it will distract him from his lingering thoughts of you. Your smile, your laughter, your wink, your voice saying ‘Jakey’... 

“The Battle of Normandy marked a significant turning point…” 

Jake frowns. Turning point. Oh, great. That’s exactly what Jake’s waiting for—a turning point with you. Except his 'battle plan' is to let Heeseung’s love algorithm do the work for him. Yeah, sure. Because nothing says romantic courage like leaving your fate up to a glorified love machine. 

Jake groans at the screen. He tries to type more, but his brain is already spiraling into worst-case scenarios. What if you get matched with someone who can bench-press a refrigerator? Or worse—someone who actually knows how to emotionally open up to you?

Frustrated, Jake slams his laptop shut, earning dirty glares from the students studying quietly around him in the library. His essay is long forgotten at this point. Who cares about The Battle of Normandy when his entire (nonexistent) love life is crumbling right in front of him?  

He pulls at his hair in sheer desperation, searching for answers, any answers, to this disaster. Think, Jake, think! 

Wait. 

That's it.  

Answers. He needs answers! Not the kind that would magically fix his social dysfunction around you. No, not those—that’s way beyond saving.

But your answers. The ones you put into The Matchmatic 3000. If Jake could somehow get a hold of those, he could match his responses to yours perfectly. Then BAM! Instant match. One foot in the door. Then maybe, just maybe, you'd stop seeing him as some automated dust-sucker. 

A smile forms across Jake's face. Pure genius (self-proclaimed, of course).  

Yes, this is the solution to all his problems. Well, except for the crippling anxiety and social awkwardness part. But one thing at a time, right? 

Now he just needs your answers.  

And possibly a therapist.  

“Jake! What's wrong?" Grace appears at Jake's table tucked away in the back of the library, her hair frazzled and disheveled from her sprint across campus as a result of Jake's ‘SOS’ text.

Jake is sitting at the table, hands folded, looking perfectly intact, totally not at all in an ‘SOS’ situation, and has a small smile on his face as he looks up at his best friend. 

“I figured it out!”

"You better tell me you just figured out time travel or the cure for world hunger, because I just full-on sprinted across campus thinking you got your laptop stolen or, heaven forbid, you got your hand trapped in the printer again,” Grace's eyes narrow as she takes a seat across from him. 

"I told you not to mention that again! It was an honest mistake," Jake's eyes widen, afraid people around them heard about Jake's embarrassingly tragic battle with the library’s printer. "But no, it's even better than that. It's kinda...off the books though."

Grace blinks back at him. "How off the books? Like...'help me hide the body' off the books, or 'expose the secret recipe to the dining hall's mysterious tacos' off the books?”

Jake glances around to make sure no one's eavesdropping, then lowers his voice, "More like...'help me get Y/N's answers to the Matchmatic 3000' off the books?"

There's a beat of silence as Grace struggles to process the absurdity of what she just heard.  

“Wait, hold up. You want me to help you cheat the dating app?”

Jake nods fervently, if not a little desperately. 

"It's not cheating! Call it...strategic alignment. I need to make sure I match with her. That's the only way I could ever get a chance, and you're the only one who can help me!"

Grace leans in from across the table, clearly in disbelief, yet amused, "So let me get this straight...you want me to somehow get her answers, so you can change yours to match hers, in hopes that Hee's magical AI or whatever pairs you two together?"

Jake attempts to give her his best 'please help me' puppy eyes, but it's clear he's more of a lost kitten right now.

"And you're asking me to get my hands dirty...why exactly?" She smirks at the fidgety Jake, finding his over-the-top desperation for you both amusing and oddly endearing.

"Uh..because you're my best friend, duh. And also, you're the closest to her—if Jay and Hee found out, they'd never let me live it down! And Jay would probably make a TikTok about it just to watch me die from embarrassment," Jake rambles, hoping he can convince the seemingly unimpressed girl in front of him.

“Uh-huh," Grace raises an eyebrow. "And what’s in it for me? Sure, I'm your best friend, but I'm also her friend and ever-so-loyal roommate. You're asking for a lot here, bud."

Jake looks flustered for a moment, as if he hadn’t really thought about that part. 

“Uh, well, I could—um—maybe buy you coffee for a week? Or, I don’t know, do your physics thesis project you've been avoiding."

Grace pretends to consider his offer for a second, but the second he mentions the ‘physics thesis project’, her decision is instantly made.

"Fine," she sighs, leaning back in her chair. "But just so you know, if this goes sideways, I was never here."

Jake smiles like he just won the lottery. Salt & Pepper, here I come!

"But also…," Grace begins, looking right at Jake, making him squirm. Not in a cute Y/N-noticed-me type of squirm, but the oh-no-I'm-about-to-get-lectured kind. "Take my advice, Jake. Stop being a wuss."

Jake's grin falters at his friend's sudden, but painfully true, words.

Grace leans in, her voice serious, "I mean, you can't just hide behind an app and hope for the best. If you really want a shot with Y/N, you need to actually, I don’t know, tell her your feelings? She's not some untouchable goddess who's going to smite you for shooting their shot." 

Jake winces. "But what if she's not interested? What if I make it weird? What if—"

"Jake," Grace's voice cuts through his spiraling thoughts. "You won't know unless you try! And you're a great guy, but how would Y/N know that if you don't open yourself up more? Seriously, what's the worst that could happen?"

"Uh. Spontaneous combustion? If I look her in the eyes for longer than 5 seconds, I just might implode. Or, you know, cease to exist," Jake deadpans, his hands gesturing wildly to emphasize his impending doom.

Grace snorts at her poor, poor friend, clearly amused by his romantic spiral. "Okay, first, no one's ever died from eye contact, buddy. Second, I'm not saying you should storm out there and go ask for her hand in marriage or anything—please, don't do that. I'm just saying, just at least try talking to her more maybe.” Baby steps, Grace thinks, baby steps. 

Jake blinks. She's right. Of course she's right. He can’t let some algorithm control his entire love life, no matter how advanced or magical Heeseung claims it is.

Grace, seeing Jake's gears slowly turning, throws him a lifeline: “Alright, fine. If it makes you feel better, she may or may not have called you cute once. Better?"

Jake freezes. His eyes widen like a deer caught in headlights. Cute? You called him cute? All the oxygen leaves his lungs, and he’s pretty sure he’s about to pass out right here in the library. 

"Wait, what?"

"Don’t get too excited," Grace smirks, clearly enjoying watching Jake short-circuit. "She said it in passing. Once."

Jake, now on the verge of a mental breakdown, blurts out, "Like, ‘aw-that-puppy-is-cute’ cute? Or like, ‘he’s-so-cute-I-wanna-kiss-him’ cute? I need specifics, Grace!"

Grace’s grin widens, watching her friend spiral into oblivion. "Jake, you’re overthinking it again. Relax. Just take the win."

"Grace, please, I'm begging you. On a scale from 'puppy' to 'kiss', where do I stand?!" Jake's eyes are practically bugging out of his head at this point. 

Grace rolls her eyes, but her teasing smile doesn't falter. "If you keep freaking out like this, you’re gonna drop down to 'awkward goldfish' cute real quick." 

"I’m doomed,” Jake groans, burying his face in his hands. 

Grace pats his back with mock sympathy. "Yep. But at least she'll think you're cute while doing it."

Jake peeks at her through his fingers. “You think she meant 'kiss' cute?”

"Finish your plan first, lover boy. Then we’ll talk."

Jake can’t help the ridiculous smile growing on his face.

Kiss cute, he decides. It has to be. 

You think if you have to read one more sentence about human anatomy, you might actually cry. You sigh as you close your textbook and push it aside to reside with the unnecessary amount of highlighters scattered on the café table between you and Grace.

"I hate this. I hate the circulatory system. Why do I even need to know what the ‘superior vena cava’ is," you groan as you take a sip of what's left of your watered down iced matcha.

Grace hums in front of you as her eyes continually scan the textbook, desperate to absorb just enough information to survive tomorrow's anatomy quiz.

"Because it keeps you alive, Y/N. Duh," Grace jokes as her eyes stay peeled to her textbook.

"Screw that," you scoff. "I don't need the circulatory system to keep me alive. I just need caffeine and BTS's entire discography pumped through my veins to live."

Grace finally glances up, giving you an amused side-eye at your usual dramatic flair, before she remembers she has an important mission at hand: 

Operation Jake & Y/N. 

Grace slams her textbook closed with a dramatic thud to show she's finished studying (she's not). 

"Sooo...speaking of circulatory systems and...hearts and...stuff—did you ever finish filling out the questions for Hee's love app thingy?"

You, oblivious to the sudden change in topic, shrug as you fish your straw around your plastic cup, hoping to find more drops of watery matcha to savor. 

"Yeah, I finished it the other day. It took me forever though. Like, why does it need to know if I'd rather have a personal trainer who can only teach me interpretive dance versus a personal chef who can only cook cereal? I swear Hee was on some drugs or something while creating those questions."

"Not drugs, probably an unhealthy amount of caffeine and ramen though," Grace snorts, still trying to play it cool.

"Caffeine is a drug, doofus," you say pointedly, right before you get a smack in the forehead by Grace's crumbled up straw wrapper.

"Whatever," Grace laughs. "Hey I'm curious—what did you put for your answers? Wanna compare? See how similar we are?" Grace's leg is bouncing under the table, trying to keep up the ‘smooth’ façade, hoping you won't find her sudden interest weird.

"Sure, why not?" you nonchalantly agree, not thinking twice about the random request.

Grace blinks in surprise. That was...way easier than expected. She was ready to prepare some elaborate excuse, like ‘I need your answers to match you up with my desperate best friend who's head over heels for you!’

Oh wait. That part is real. You get the gist.

"Unless...," you pause suddenly. Uh oh. "Unless you're going to sell my answers to some mad scientist and they try to make an evil clone of me to take over the world and end up framing me and I'll have to clear my name in a dramatic world-televised court trial."

Grace blinks, before rolling her eyes, as her nervous heartbeat returns to a normal rate. 

“You're so goddamn weird sometimes.” 

You beam at your friend, clearly amused at yourself, as you scroll through your answers and send screenshots to Grace without a second thought. "Sent! Oh, and send me yours—I wanna know what you put for 'Stuck in a room with Shrek for 24 hours' versus 'Fight 100 duck-sized horses.'"

“Oh, vibe with Shrek, 100%,” Grace answers without skipping a beat, earning an agreeing high five from you.

Grace is ecstatic. This was so much easier than she thought. Not only does this mean her desperate best friend will finally get his shot with you (which also means she won’t have to hear his dramatic overthinking questions about whether you sharing a sandwich with him was a cosmic sign or just a sandwich), but it also guarantees her a week of free coffee and an A+ in physics for this semester.

She quickly types out a quick message to Jake as you're still distracted by your now near empty matcha cup:

Grace [1:26PM]: "mission accomplished. prepare for epic matchmaking success and a lifetime supply of guilt-free caffeine. for me, ofc"

Grace leans back in satisfaction, practically tasting the sweet (and caffeinated) taste of victory. She's done her end of Mission Impossible, and now it's up to Jake to do...well, whatever Jake does in these situations.

Her phone buzzes with a reply from Jake:

Jake [1:28PM]: THANK YOU!!! also...not a lifetime supply...just a week. don't get it twisted"

"Look, all I'm saying is," you declare, leaning back on the couch, "if all five of us pitch in, we could most definitely rob a bank." 

What had started as a group study session two hours ago in your and Grace's apartment has, as usual, turned into your friend group's typical day of hanging out: wildly imagining scenarios so far removed from reality that there’s absolutely no chance you’d end up in them—but entertaining the idea anyway, because what else are you going to do when you're supposed to be studying?

Grace snickers from beside you, "Yeah, and with your stealth skills, we'd get caught in about three business seconds. You literally screamed when I dropped that piece of paper yesterday."

"It startled me! Gravity's such a scary concept, okay?" You huff, arms crossed. Jake, sitting on your other side, fights back the slight grin growing on his face as he watches you scrunch your face in that way he secretly finds unfairly cute, even if it is over your fear of inanimate objects. So weirdly adorable.

Heeseung, sitting cross-legged on the floor from across the couch, raises an eyebrow, “Y/N, do you even know how banks work?”

“She’s got the spirit. I’d give her a solid 7/10 for enthusiasm. Execution, though? Negative two,” Jay says as crosses his arms with a grin from beside Heeseung. 

You grab and throw a couch pillow at him, which he dodges with ease, sticking out his tongue. Jake instinctively shifts closer to you, to your oblivion, like he’s ready to shield you from any incoming retaliation missiles.

“What, and you’d be the brains of the operation? Mr. ‘I forgot my own phone password for two days?’” You fire back.

Jay shrugs, unfazed, “Hey, no need to bring up the past. We all make mistakes.”

“Yeah,” Jake finally chimes in, hoping you will notice how smooth he sounds, “but not all of us text our own phone ‘Why won’t you let me in?’ while the password is literally ‘1234.’”

Everyone laughs, except Jay, who gasps and points dramatically at Jake, “Betrayal. How dare you?”

“It’s public knowledge, bro. You told everyone,” Jake raises his hands in defense, but his eyes keep flickering back to you, wondering if your sweet laughter is because of him this time. And call him delusional, but he really thinks it is. You throw your head back from laughing so hard, at some point your hand graces Jake’s knee next to yours to stabilize yourself. 

It’s no secret—well, at least not to Grace—that Jake’s newfound confidence around you is all thanks to that one tiny lifeline Grace threw him: you called him cute once. Just once. And now, Jake’s running with it, holding on for dear life, and convincing himself that maybe, just maybe, you think about him the same way he thinks about you. Maybe. 

“I told you all in confidence! That was a moment of weakness!” Jay crosses his arms, looking like a child who just got scolded at. “I trusted you people.”

Grace, grabbing a handful of popcorn from the coffee table, pouts at Jay, “And that, my friend, was your first mistake.” 

“Et tu, Grace?” Jay gasps, clutching his chest like he’s been personally victimized by the betrayal of his closest friends. Well…he was. 

Heeseung, shaking his head, cuts in, “Okay, but if we’re robbing a bank, I’m in charge. I’m the only one here with any common sense.” 

You frown, “What do you mean? I have common sense! I brushed my teeth today and everything!”

Jake watches you with a soft smile, finding even your exaggerated outrage so weirdly adorable.

Grace bursts out laughing, “Y/N, sweetie, that’s basic hygiene, not common sense. But good job. We’re all proud of you.”

Jake, clearly riding his boost of confidence from earning that one (1) laugh from you, decides to add in and nods, looking completely serious, “Honestly, I think we should celebrate that. Maybe get you a gold sticker or something.” 

“You guys are bullies,” you mutter, sinking into the couch, but you're laughing too. Jake tries to hide how melted he feels when you laugh like that—all bright and simply, you.

“It's nothing personal, Y/N,” Heeseung adds, smirking, "but you can't easily get startled by inanimate objects and claim you have common sense."

Jay snickers, pointing at you, “Remember that time you thought the vacuum was attacking you?”

You shoot him a glare, debating on throwing yet another couch pillow at him, “It moved on its own, okay? That’s suspicious.”

"The Roomba was doing its job. You nearly declared war on the thing," Grace, mouth full of popcorn, can't defend you on this one.

Jake, on the other hand, feels compelled to defend you, even if he knows it’s ridiculous. You know, since he could relate to the whole impending-mental-doom-by-a-Roomba thing, "The Roomba was being weird that day.”

Jay side-eyes Jake, “Oh, so now you’re on Team Roomba Conspiracy? That’s rich.”

That is rich, considering Jake nearly signed up for therapy just days ago after having an existential crisis about being recruited to join your arch-nemesis—Roombas. Now here he was, ready to go to battle for your anti-automated-dust-sucker stance.

Jake shrugs, refusing to make eye contact with anyone, suddenly hyper-aware of your attention on him, “I just think we shouldn’t dismiss Y/N’s concerns so quickly.”

You turn to him with the softest smile he's seen in the history of smiles—one that fully knocks the breath right out of him. 

“Aw thank you, Jake! Someone around here finally gets it,” you momentarily rest your head on his shoulder for two fleeting seconds—short enough to show your appreciation but long enough to utterly dismantle the boy’s composure. 

He’s frozen. Brain empty, no thoughts…except for the scent of your shampoo rushing his senses. He’s not sure if he’s about to pass out or propose.

“Simp,” Jay mutters under his breath, just loud enough for Jake to hear. Jake shoots him a warning look, making Jay’s smirk grow wider. 

Grace, still giggling at the memory of you running away from a Roomba, then turns to Heeseung with a curious grin, "Speaking of concerns, how's the app going? When are we gonna find out who's paired with who?"

Heeseung immediately groans, frustratingly running a hand through his hair, "It's...going, alright. Some people are weird, man. I don't even know how to process some of these answers."

"Really? How so?" You perk up at this, interested. 

Heeseung sighs as he pulls his phone out of his pocket, "Okay, look at this—someone put 'ramen' as an answer for what they're looking for in a partner."

Jay snorts, "Sounds like something you’d put, honestly. You should match yourself up with them!"

"And this person," Heeseung continues, scrolling and displaying his phone to the rest of the group, "just answered 'vibes' to every single question. Every. One. What does that even mean?!"

Everyone shrugs around the coffee table in confusion as the exasperated boy dramatically tosses his phone to the side like it personally offended him.

"Anyways. I should be done tonight, so hopefully the matches get released tomorrow," he reveals, to everyone's excitement.

"Ohmygosh, tomorrow?" Grace claps her hands lightly. "I can't wait, I hope I get paired with someone who, like, is secretly Spiderman or something. You know, someone with substance."

"I'm nervous, what if I get a total weirdo?" You mutter, eyes widening at the thought.

Jake thinks to himself: as long as he gets paired with you, he doesn't mind being a total weirdo. He'll be your total weirdo. He'll dye his hair neon rainbow, start collecting Russian nesting dolls, and live in a treehouse if that's what it takes.

"Y/N," Jay speaks up, cocking his head out from the bag of potato chips he's currently annihilating, "if anything, you're gonna be the weird one in whatever relationship you end up in."

You instinctively reach for another pillow to throw at him, but Jake is faster, shielding his arms around you, "Okay, okay, let's be nice. I'm sure Y/N will end up with someone perfectly normal, and anyone who ends up with Y/N will not find her weird at all." 

That's because Jake better be the one that ends up with you. And he definitely doesn't think you're weird. Well maybe a little. In an endearing way.

And hopefully, in your eyes, he's normal. Or not—it's all the same to him, as long as he's the one by your side. 

All the steps are set in stone. Now, he just needs the algorithm to do its thing and simply match you two together—which is bound to happen, given Jake is practically a Y/N 2.0 after copying all your answers. If this doesn't work, then the universe is officially out to get him. 

Yes. Everything will happen according to plan.

It has to.  

Nothing goes according to plan.  

Jake's eyes dart in panic between Grace's look of confusion and your phone screen, currently displaying to the rest of the lunch table your so-called soulmate's name, which, surprise surprise—it's not Jake.

Instead, it reads:  

Match: Park Sunghoon 

You shrug as you glance up from your phone, completely unaware of the Tom and Jerry hole Jake is crawling back down right now, "I think he's that new transfer student. I've seen him around in my psychology class, he's kinda cute!"  

Jake's heart sinks deeper than he thought was humanly possible. Cute? Like 'puppy' cute or 'kiss' cute? Oh god, his worst nightmare is coming true. He's about to be banished back to the sad category of 'automated vacuums' in your heart, left to raise 12 kittens on his own.  

Jay frowns, crossing his arm, "No fair, I haven't gotten my match yet, and Y/N gets the cute new kid? This is rigged."  

Heeseung smirks, leaning back in his chair like some algorithm god, "Patience, child. The results are rolling out throughout the entire day. I added that feature for the 'element of surprise.'" 

Grace, meanwhile, subtly leans towards Jake while everyone else rambles over your match, "Looks like the universe hates you."  

"I can't believe it didn't work. It doesn't make any sense, it has to be broken or something,” Jake says, visibly upset, trying his very best to not dig himself a grave right then and there in the middle of the university's quad.  

Grace shrugs, feeling confusion on behalf of her best friend as well, "At least you can say you tried. Maybe the universe is trying to hint at you to actually talk to her and get into a relationship the normal, organic way."  

"Yeah, yeah," he mumbles. But Jake is too perplexed to listen to Grace's—very, very, valid—logic right now. 

Jake's thoughts spiral faster than a malfunctioning Roomba trapped in a corner, repeatedly slamming into the same wall with no hope of escape. Honestly, Jake wishes there was a wall around him right now to repeatedly slam his head into. Maybe that way the delulu in him—the one that convinced him he could hack his way into your heart—can finally escape his brain.  

His brain is short-circuiting in panic, bouncing between the reality of his failure and the absolute tragedy that Sunghoon—the cute transfer student (you probably think he's kiss-cute too) is about to waltz in and steal his entire future. Jake can already picture Sunghoon effortlessly holding all twelve hypothetical kittens, while Jake is left alone with nothing but his shattered dreams. 

Before Jake can imagine another over dramatic scenario in his head of you and Sunghoon that would make him physically rip out his own heart and stomp all over it, Grace's phone suddenly pings.

"You've got to be kidding me."  

Everyone turns to look at her, as Grace glances up from her phone, the look of pure horror on her face.  

Grace slowly turns her phone around for everyone to see, and there, in bold letters, sits:

Match: Park Jongseong  

A beat of silence (or as Grace would call it, moment of silence for the fallen. The fallen being Grace), then... 

“HA!” Jay cackles, pointing at her. “Sucks to be you.” 

"Oh, you think this is funny, Park?" Grace glares at him, and at everyone else for giggling at the absurd match. "I would literally rather match with my chemistry TA who wears socks with sandals."  

Heeseung perks up, clearly overly amused at the match drama ensuing around the table, "Wait, that chem TA's not that bad lowkey..."  

Grace throws him a look, "Hee, this isn't about Steve the TA! This is about my life being ruined in real time!"  

Jake tunes in and scoffs, so shocked at his friend's statement, he forgot the setting they're all in, "Your life being ruined? What about mine?"  

Jake quickly silences himself after he realizes what he just said..and in front of you. 

"What about your life getting ruined, Jake? Did you get your match yet?" You look up at him from across the table, curious who could possibly have Jake in such shambles (Ironic, isn't it?). 

"Err—no, not yet. What I mean is..uhh," Jake stammers, his remaining brain cells (which isn't many at this point) trying to muster up the best lie they could to cover himself. "My life would totally be ruined if Grace and Jay end up together because...uhh..because I'd totally have to third-wheel them all the time!"  

Yes, that's good Jake. Good job, good job.  

You seem to be convinced enough by the excuse, your eyes suddenly widening in fear.

"Oh god, you're so right! This means Jay's gonna be over at our apartment all the time now. He'll probably never leave,” you visibly shudder.

Grace gestures wildly at the entire table in disbelief, "You guys! What in the world makes you think Jay and I are going to end up together just because some love algorithm thinks we're good for each other? No offense, Hee."  

Jay, on the other hand, reclines back in his chair, looking entirely too smug for someone who just got called out as a last-choice match, "Hey, the algorithm knows what's up. Maybe this is fate, Grace. This could be fun." He points between the two of them, as if sealing a deal.  

"Fun?! Wrestling a bear made entirely of thorns sounds more fun," Grace physically recoils, like she just touched something soggy in the sink's drain, her expression sending the whole table into laughter. 

"Honestly, I see it. Can't fight the science," you speak up, throwing a knowing look at Grace before Jay gives you an appreciative high-five from across the table.  

Grace snaps her head towards you and gasps, "Traitor! How dare you—you better sleep with your door locked tonight or I swear—"  

"ALL I'm saying is—" you raise your hands in defense, interjecting before Grace can vow to eliminate you and your future lineage from the face of this planet, "—I think it’s kind of sweet you matched with someone you actually know, you know? I mean, I wish I got paired with a close friend. I’ve always believed in the friend-to-significant-other pipeline." 

Friend to significant other? Jake's internal monologue screeches to a halt. Y/N, I'm right here! I could be the one, not Sunghoon! That could be us!

Then, as if you could read his thoughts, your gaze meets Jake’s for just a beat too long, lingering in that space where words usually get lost. Jake swears your expression softens for half a second before you casually shift your focus back on Grace. His brain is officially overheating. Was that a hint? Was it? 

Oh my god. She’s totally hinting at me.

Or—no, wait. Maybe he's reading into it again. Maybe he's so deep into this 'delulu' life that now every sentence feels like it's tailor-made just for him. 

Yeah, that has to be it. Definitely the latter, right? Right. 

Heeseung perks up from his seat, pointing at Grace, "See? She's right. Trust the science. And the friendship! But mostly the science. Science doesn’t mess up, man. It must've sensed some... undercurrents between you and Jay." 

Grace looks like she’s about to leap across the table and strangle Heeseung with his own hoodie strings, but Jay interrupts with a wide grin. 

"Yeah, undercurrents, Gracey-poo. We’re destined." 

You lose it, breaking into uncontrollable laughter as Grace pretends to dry heave at the sound of the pet name. 

"And just like that," she says, dramatically standing up from her seat, "I think that’s my cue to leave. If I hear Jay call me ‘Gracey-poo’ again, I’m going to bleach my ears." 

The entire table is still laughing while Grace makes her swift escape to her next class. You finally manage to catch your breath, turning to Jake with a small smile (which also casually happens to send his brain into overdrive. No big deal, really). 

"I'm excited to see who you get paired with, Jake! I bet she's amazing."  

Jake feels his heart sink a little, but he forces a casual smile. No one is as amazing as you though (cheesy, but painfully true).

Trying to cover his disappointment, Jake shrugs, "I don’t know... I’m not really that into this whole matchmaking thing anyway." He leans back, feigning nonchalance. "I don’t think I’ll actually do anything with whoever I get matched with." 

Jake can’t tell if the small breath you let out is in relief or if, once again, he’s feeding his delusional part of his brain that’s been working overtime. 

But before he can overthink it, you raise an eyebrow, teasing him, "What? You’re not even curious? What if it’s someone perfect for you?" 

Jake laughs awkwardly, desperately trying to keep his cool. It would be perfect if it was you. But instead, he blurts out, "Yeah, maybe they’ll match me with my future laundry partner. Who knows?" Laundry? Really, Jake? 

"That would be a miracle," Heeseung looks up from his phone, gesturing towards Jake, "this guy never does his laundry."  

Jake shoots him a sharp look, "Not true! I just need...some motivation.." 

"Motivation from your future girlfriend?" Jay chimes in, raising an eyebrow. "That's gotta be a new low, dude."  

You nudge Jake's arm from across the table, grinning, "Hey, maybe the algorithm’s just that good. It knows you need a laundry-loving girlfriend in your life." 

Jake snorts, playing along, but his thoughts are a mess. Laundry-loving girlfriend? Nah, Jake needs you as his girlfriend—no question about it.

As you turn your attention back to your phone, the smile fades from Jake’s face, just for a second. His eyes linger on you longer than he means to, before he leans his head on his hand, pretending to care about whatever random TikTok Heeseung is showing him right now.  

But the video’s a blur. All Jake can focus on is how wrong everything feels. This isn’t how it was supposed to go. You were supposed to be his match. You are his match. He knows it.  

Forget laundry-doing-girlfriends or algorithm-approved pairings. If the app really knew what Jake needed, it would’ve led him straight to you. 

And honestly, Jake’s pretty sure he’s smarter than the sleep-deprived, ramen-fueled algorithm Heeseung cooked up. So yeah, screw the love machine. 

If the app won’t do it for him, then it’s time he takes matters into his own hands. 

(About time.)

“Please please please pleeeeease!” Jake’s trailing behind Heeseung throughout their shared living room like a toddler whose candy got snatched, but way more desperate.

Yeah, uh, this is Jake's idea of taking matters into his own hands.  

This is officially the billionth time Heeseung’s heard this in the past 24 hours. At least this time Jake managed to wait until Heeseung was out of the shower and fully clothed before launching into his regularly programmed meltdown. Progress, right? 

“Jake! You do realize what you’re asking me, right? You sound insane.” Heeseung's patience is thinner than the cup ramen noodles he’s survived on for the past week. He takes a seat on their couch, before pointedly looking at his desperate roommate. “You’re being ridiculously dramatic.” 

Jake scoffs, like the mature adult he is. “YOUR FACE is being ridiculously dramatic.” Yup. Like the mature adult he is.  

Heeseung came out to the living room in hopes of being able to catch up on the latest episode of The Bachelor, but to no avail, as the younger boy was waiting to catch him all day (not that Heeseung was actively avoiding Jake or anything, no definitely not). But instead of screaming at the TV in frustration at the bachelor's terrible decisions, here he was, staring at Jake, silently contemplating how many years in prison throwing him off their apartment's balcony would cost him. 

Three? Maybe four? Would it be worth it? Possibly. 

“All you gotta do,” Jake begins to launch his TED Talk, “is send out a mass email to all your participants and be like, ‘Oh noooo, the AI or robot or magical unicorn or whatever messed up!’ Then you just re-release the answers, but this time, pair me with Y/N, bada-bing bada-boom. Easy peasy.” 

Heeseung stares blankly. Honestly, prison doesn’t sound that bad. 

“First off, it’s not a robot. It’s an algorithm,” Heeseung says for the seventy-millionth time, contemplating launching his side career as a 'broken record'. “Second, if people found out it ‘messed up,’ my reputation would be in shambles. Can you imagine all the couples who met their match, only to find out it was a giant, steaming load of—” 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Jake waves him off, deploying his best attempt (key word: attempt) at puppy-dog eyes. “But what about my soulmate?” 

Heeseung groans and rubs his temples, “Jake, if she’s really your soulmate, maybe try telling her how you feel like a normal human being instead of begging me to rewrite reality?” 

Jake pauses, then, in true Jake fashion, says: “Yeah, but like...nah.” 

Heeseung looks at Jake, who is now staring at him with the intensity of someone waiting for a miracle, “You really don’t see how unhinged this sounds, do you?” 

Jake blinks. 

“I mean, yeah, but, like, what if it works? I’m just saying, you miss 100% of the shots you don’t take. Wayne Gretzky said that.” 

Heeseung rolls his eyes so hard he’s pretty sure he saw his past life flash by, “Did Wayne Gretzky also say, ‘Be a total weirdo and bother your friend to break all ethical codes and rig an algorithm because you’re too chicken to tell a girl you like her?’” 

Jake shrugs. “He might’ve. We don’t know his whole catalog of wisdom.” 

“I’m begging you—just talk to her. Or, I dunno, send her a meme on Instagram or something. Do anything other than harass me. Please.” 

Jake's face scrunches up like Heeseung just suggested he swim with sharks. “A meme? Really? Do I look like some kind of loser who communicates through memes? I’ll have you know I’m a very mature adu—” 

SMACK! 

A flying sock lands squarely on Jake’s head. He blinks, confused, as Jay strolls in from his room and plops next to Heeseung, looking way too pleased with himself, “Dude, you’re begging like a guy who just got ghosted by an ATM. Have some dignity.” 

“You’re not helping,” Jake glares, throwing the sock back at Jay. 

Jay, with the wisdom only a seasoned disaster like him can possess, shrugs, “Honestly, Heeseung, just rerun the thing. I’m pretty sure the universe would implode if this dude doesn’t get matched with Y/N. And frankly, I don’t want to deal with that level of cosmic drama.” 

“Jay, not you too,” Heeseung pinches the bridge of his nose as he realizes he needs to find a new spot to watch his show from now on. 

Jay raises his hands in mock surrender, “Hey, man, I’m just looking out for you. If Jake doesn’t get his way, he’ll never shut up. You’re one day away from him showing up at your room's door with a PowerPoint presentation. Think of your sanity. Plus, we all live together which means I have to see the presentation too. Think of my sanity.” 

“PowerPoint, huh? I could probably whip something up. Maybe add some pie charts and bar graphs,” Jake, clearly inspired, mutters to himself.  

Heeseung stares at the ceiling, wondering if this is his villain origin story (it most definitely is). “There’s absolutely no way I’m risking the integrity of my algorithm just because you can’t grow a backbone.”

Jake’s face falls, but Jay’s wheels are already turning on behalf of his friend, Mr. Simp, “Hold up, hold up. Hee, think about it. There’s gotta be something you want. I mean, everyone’s got a price, right?” 

Heeseung raises an eyebrow, still annoyed, yet intrigued. What? A good deal is a good deal.

“And what exactly do you think I want, Jay?” 

Jay flashes a grin that screams mischief. 

“We know you’ve been grinding on this algorithm for weeks, man. Barely sleeping. Barely eating,” Jay narrows his eyes in dramatic fashion, as though he’s about to uncover a deep secret. “You’re like two ramen packets away from full-on malnutrition. Sad really.” 

“Yeah, bro. We care about you. You need... balance. Maybe a reward for all your hard work?” Jake suddenly adds, nodding vigorously, picking up on Jay's scheming. 

Heeseung stares at them blankly, “Are you bribing me with...food?” 

“Not just any food,” Jake adds, gesturing dramatically. “Free food. Unlimited food from anywhere, for a month. On me. You’ll never have to eat those mystery meat tacos from the dining hall ever again.” 

Jay interjects, pointing at Jake, "Hey, I'll have you know, those tacos are actually quite good! You just have to deal with the initial frequent toilet trips when you first try them..." 

Heeseung’s resolve flickers for a moment. His stomach growls at the mere thought of having actual, edible food (for free!) that isn’t microwavable...or whatever they put in those tacos. 

Jake, sensing weakness, presses on, “AND… AND! I’ll do all your laundry. One month. No questions asked. I’ll even iron your shirts.” 

Jay, impressed by Jake's bargaining methods, nods his head along as if to convince the skeptical Heeseung, hoping to save himself from also having to hear Jake's consistent whining around the apartment any longer.  

Heeseung narrows his eyes. “I don’t iron my shirts.” 

“I’ll iron them anyway. Luxury service.” 

A pause. Heeseung’s brain is doing some serious mental gymnastics. On one hand, his precious algorithm. On the other… food that didn’t come from a vending machine and clean clothes that weren’t dug out of his laundry basket which is somewhere in the abyss that is his closet right now. 

Jay nudges him, whispering like he's the devil on Heeseung's left shoulder, “Think about it, man. What’s more important? Some random algorithm, or free pizza from that one place around the corner every day?” 

“I swear, if this comes back to bite me..,” Heeseung sighs, rubbing his temples but already thinking about the mouth-watering cheesy goodness he could be having every day.

“So, you’ll do it?!” Jake’s eyes suddenly light up with hope, reflecting the picture-perfect image of a golden retriever right now. 

“Fine,” Heeseung glares at him, feeling the last of his integrity slip away. “But if anyone asks, you never heard this from me. And I expect my meals hot and my laundry folded.”

Jake gleams and practically starts bouncing off their living room's walls. “Yes! Yes! You won’t regret this! I mean, you probably will, but thank you!” 

Heeseung shakes his head, regretting every life choice that led to this moment. Jay claps him on the back. “See? Was that so hard? Now you can live like a king for a whole month. I’d call that a win.” 

“A king with a crumbling empire,” Heeseung sighs.  

“Y/N, here I come!” Jake’s already halfway out their apartment's front door, with no destination in sight—just overjoyed with excitement that he feels he could run ten laps around campus right now (plot twist: he doesn't—he ends up running down the stairs just to get winded and comes right back up to the apartment). 

As Jake sprints off, Heeseung groans, “I’ve made a terrible mistake, haven’t I?” 

"Nah," Jay shrugs, already opening his phone. "Probably.” 

Heeseung realizes he, indeed, made a terrible mistake when he looks up from his phone at lunch the next day and sees a particular you, storming up to the table.

Once you reach the table, you thrust your phone into his face, the ‘rematch’ email, that Heeseung had sent out only a few minutes ago, on display:  

Subject [SCHOOL ANNOUNCEMENT] : MatchMatic 3000 Oopsie Alert  Hello there, awesome students & fellow singletons,  Sooo...this is awkward. Despite weeks of blood, sweat, and ramen going into the creation of the Matchmatic 3000, it appears that a tiny part of the code had a full-on meltdown 🤖💔  As a result, some of the matches you received earlier this week were... well... not exactly what the love gods (or the code) intended. But hey, don’t panic! Not everyone’s match was wrong, just a small handful (I swear, please don’t come for me!).   I truly apologize for the mix-up, and I’m already back at my desk (and caffeine-mixed-with-ramen-fueled) fixing it.  The correct matches will be sent out ASAP—right after I double, triple, and quadruple check that this algorithm doesn’t throw another tantrum.  Thanks for your patience, and please don’t hunt me down! 🙏 I promise I’ll do better next time... or, at the very least, make sure the matches don’t require emergency therapy sessions.  Your (struggling) Campus Cupid,   Lee Heeseung,   Creator of the Slightly Dysfunctional Love Algorithm™ 💘 

”What happened to ‘Oh, the science is never wrong! I’m very smart, trust me, I’m King Romantic Algorithm!’” You mock in your best Heeseung impression, earning amused looks from everyone around the table—well, everyone except Heeseung. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Heeseung groans, holding up his hands defensively. Heeseung still can’t believe he’s apologizing for absolutely no reason, except for the looming fact that his hopelessly-in-love-with-you roommate is making him. “I swear, it must’ve been all the sleep deprivation. Maybe the algorithm glitched somewhere between my tenth cup of ramen and a power nap.” 

Heeseung shoots a knowing side glance towards Jake without anyone noticing, and Jake looks anywhere but at the older boy, avoiding eye contact at all costs.  

Jay raises an eyebrow as he chews on his sandwich, “Honestly, I’m not mad about it. I was still holding out hope for that cute boba barista.” 

“Excuse me?” Grace smacks Jay’s arm without hesitation from beside him. “What’s wrong with being matched with me?” 

Jay blinks at her in disbelief. 

“You literally said you’d rather wrestle a bear made of thorns than go out with me.” 

“Yeah, but it doesn’t mean you shouldn’t want to go out with me,” Grace mutters, crossing her arms as Jay chuckles and nudges her back. 

“I don’t have time for your boba barista fantasies, Jay,” you grumble, feeling clearly annoyed over the rematch debacle.

Jake, sitting across from you, has been…well characteristically quiet, probably because he’s still trying to figure out how to comfort you without feeling a pang of guilt for being the reason you’re frustrated. But he gives it a shot anyway, turning to you with a cautious, almost-too-casual smile.  

“Are you really that upset over the rematch, Y/N?” His voice gentle, almost laced with concern, you would think. 

You glance up at him, instantly feeling less annoyed…for some reason. Jake’s always had this weird ability to calm you down without even trying. Maybe it was just his soft and steady demeanor that made you feel the need to match his. You take a deep breath, smoothing out the sharp edges of your mood before you speak.  

“It’s not that I was desperate to be with Sunghoon,” you start, your voice softer now. “I don’t know…I guess it was just kinda exciting and meeting someone new is always fun, you know? I think I’ve just been wanting something new or different in my life.”  

You trail off, and when you meet Jake's eyes again, you catch the way he's nodding along, completely absorbed in what you're saying. His attentiveness is cute, it makes something flutter in your chest—an unfamiliar warmth. You, a little curious, let the feeling linger, before quickly brushing it aside. 

But Jake? He feels that warmth too, though for him, it’s coupled with a twinge of jealousy. He's bothered. The thought of you seeking something ‘new’ with someone else twists in his chest, but he hides it with a smile, determined not to let you see how much it bothers him. 

“Well,” Jake begins, voice light but with a subtle undertone of something more you pick up on and you wonder what it is. “Maybe it’s a good thing. The rematch, I mean. It’s like a second chance. Everything happens for a reason, right? Maybe Sunghoon’s secretly a serial heartbreaker…or into collecting voodoo dolls or something.” 

You laugh, his humor breaking through any of your remaining frustration, and you raise an eyebrow at him. 

“You sound awfully optimistic about this,” you tease, trying to figure out if there’s something more to his words. Was there? Probably not, you deduce. Definitely not.  

Jake’s heart stutters, wondering if he's been caught red-handed. He fights the urge to panic and instead flashes you a cheesy grin and that somehow makes your stomach flip, though you can't exactly figure out why. 

“Just saying, it could be a blessing in disguise,” he shrugs, his tone playful but sincere. “Maybe this time, it’ll match you with someone who’s right in front of you.” 

Your breath catches as you take in his words quite literally. He’s just speaking metaphorically, right? But when your eyes meet again, there’s something in the way he looks at you—something that makes your heart skip a beat.  

For a moment, you don't know why, but you feel vulnerable in front of Jake. Jake, of all people. He’s always been sweet, always been there, but right now, the way he’s looking at you feels different. Maybe it's the way he's talking to you like you two are the only people at the table, like everything you're saying is heard and understood, and you feel seen amidst all the chaos. Like he’s seeing you in a way you’ve never quite noticed before. And it sends warmth radiating through you, mixing with the confusion already swirling in your chest. 

You blink and shake your head, you're overthinking. Jake is just being Jake—kind, supportive, and always ready to listen. That's just who he is. That's all.  

So why can you still feel his lingering gaze on you even as the conversation moves on? And why does it make you feel...something? Shy? Nervous? Excited? Maybe all of the above.  

Grace suddenly claps her hands together, breaking you out of your confusion, “Well, I think this whole rematch thing is the universe giving me a shot at a real love story,” she announces dramatically.  

“Right, because nothing says ‘romance’ like a computer’s ruling,” Jay rolls his eyes.  

Grace glares at him, “Maybe it’ll match me with someone who’s not emotionally unavailable for once.” 

You laugh at your friends' banter, but your thoughts are still stuck on Jake's words, and all you can think about is the possibility of getting paired with Jake. You feel a fluttering sensation at that thought, and as if you were afraid he could read your mind, you try to sneak a glance at him, only to catch him looking at you at the exact same moment. His eyes quickly dart away, making the interaction short enough to avoid any awkwardness but still long enough for you to catch the same gentle, almost longing expression, on his soft features.  

Your heart skips. 

Feeling exposed, you clear your throat, trying to break the silent tension you’re sure only you’re feeling. 

“Anyway,” you say, forcing a smile, “I guess we’ll just have to wait and see. I’m sure it’ll all work out in the end.” 

Your friends all nod and murmur in agreement at your statement, but your heart lingers on Jake. You can't help but glance back at him, your mind refusing to shake this unfamiliar feeling of...something—maybe the slightest flicker of hope—that you match with him. 

And maybe, just maybe, you wouldn't mind that at all.  

And for Jake, well, there’s only one version of ‘everything working out at the end,’ and it's simple, really—it's you. And for him, that’s the only ending that matters. 

Maybe Jake bit off a little more than he could chew this time. 

Sure, we’ve established that Jake’s inner simp—Jake Simp—is willing to do just about anything to end up with you. Training for a triathlon? Done. Cat-sitting twelve cats? He’d do it, no questions asked. So, naturally, promising Grace a week’s worth of iced coffee deliveries, finishing her physics poster, funding Heeseung’s meals and doing all his laundry for a month didn’t seem that bad in comparison. 

That was, until now—when he's speed-walking across campus, juggling an iced matcha latte (with two pumps of chai, because of course), a dry-cleaning bag with freshly ironed clothes, and a trifold poster board tucked precariously under his armpit, praying the drink doesn’t melt before he gets it to Grace.

Jake hastily rounds the corner by the library, barely keeping his balance when— 

Smack. 

Jake runs straight into someone, thankfully only sacrificing a few drops of the matcha as he stumbles, trying to keep everything from falling out of his grasp.

"Woah! Easy," an oddly familiar voice says, and when Jake looks up, he's met with your adorably amused expression. Of course it's you.

“Y/N!” Jake nearly chokes on his words, trying to steady himself. “I—uh, didn’t see you there.”

You laugh softly, your eyes flicking over everything in Jake's hold. 

"Is that a...physics project? I thought you took that class last year." 

Jake stalls, trying to recollect himself and somehow explain why he's running around campus with a trifold poster, (at this point, half-melted) iced matcha, and someone's else's dry cleaning, all over trying to end up with you. Because, yeah, there's really no way to explain that. But then...wait.

"I did take it last year," he says, eyebrows raised. "You remember that?"

Now you're the one seemingly flustered, as if you're the one that just ran into their crush, sweating beads over running a million of chores. 

You think your face is as red as a beet right now, well, at least it feels like it. 

"Uh—yeah, I guess I did," you give a sheepish smile, nervously tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, and Jake thinks he's about to faint from lightheadedness right then and there.

"Plus, you were always talking about how the professor went on tangents about wormholes...but you would secretly enjoy them because you always swore you could survive getting sucked through one, remember?" 

Jake’s heart skips at the way you're ever so casually recalling these details that even he didn't remember. He doesn't know which one takes the leaderboard, you calling him ‘Jakey’, or this.

"Wow," he breathes, unable to hide the smile spreading across his face. "I didn't think you’d notice all that. I thought I was just rambling half the time and the group would nod along to just be nice."

You shrug, looking up at the boy in front of you while trying to play it off casually, even though your heart feels like it's about to break free from your ribcage. 

"Well, I guess I’ve just always remembered the stuff you talked about. It’s...kind of hard not to when you go on about it with that excited look on your face,” you quickly clamp your mouth and your eyes widen as you realize what you just said out loud. Yup, there goes your heart—broken out of your ribcage, running wild and free.

Jake blinks, mentally putting this interaction at the top of the leaderboard, for sure. 

"Wait, seriously?" Jake's eyes widen as he asks with his voice softer now, as if he's not entirely sure he heard you right. He shifts the matcha latte in his hand, trying to ignore the way his heart just did a little flip at your words.

You're mentally kicking yourself for blurting that out loud, what is going on with you? You swallow hard, feeling trapped in the moment. 

"I mean...yeah," you admit, your voice even quieter now, feeling the gaze of his eyes on you, as you fiddle with the strap of your bag. 

"You get really into the stuff you care about, and it's kind of cute. In, like, a wholesome way," you quickly add, feeling even more heat suddenly rush to your face, "it's just...you know...cute." 

You trail off as you realize you said cute twice but Jake's smile just widens even more at that, and suddenly the mountain of things he's carrying feels a teensy bit lighter. 

"So you think it's cute, huh?" 

Jake feels a newfound confidence, noticing how you're not your typical outspoken self, in fact, you almost look nervous around him. This is his delusion speaking right? Have you always been paying attention to him this way and he's been too blindsided to see it? Regardless, for whatever reason—delusion or not—in this moment, Jake feels a little more out of his comfort zone in front of you. 

"I didn't say that! I said wholesome!" Your eyes dart up to meet his as you protest, but the flustered look on your face betrays you and Jake thinks he could definitely soar to the moon right now.

Jake, still smiling, shifts his weight, and without thinking, takes a small step closer. 

"You totally did," his eyes peer teasingly at you and he doesn't know how he's still breathing, let alone talking, with you looking up at him, like that. "Guess I’ll have to keep talking about stuff I care about, then."

You try to muster something witty back, but the way he’s looking at you—and the way he’s talking to you—is making it so incredibly hard to focus on anything but the fluttering in your chest. 

"Yeah I guess you do," you smile back at him, noticing the lack of space between you two all of the sudden. You've never seen this side of Jake, and you can't help but enjoy it...the banter, the flirty glances, the way he makes you feel—

You clear your throat, snapping yourself back into reality, "So..what is with the project poster and…dry-cleaning?" Your eyes go back to everything he's juggling to avoid further eye contact, grateful for the distraction to give you a chance to catch your breath and regain your composure.

"Oh, this? You know, just doing my daily round of favors for Grace, Heeseung, and the rest of the world apparently," Jake chuckles, more so to himself, at how ridiculous of a situation he really did get himself in. 

You smile, your heart warming at the thought. Jake's always been this way—kind, thoughtful, always helping the people he cares about. Well…in reality, he technically is doing this for someone he cares about…you. 

"Damn, guess I should ask for the same treatment then, huh?" You tilt your head, lips quirking into a grin, eyes lit up.

Typically, that look on your face would have Jake in absolute shambles and he'd probably want to curl up into a turtle shell for life. But whatever cosmic forces that orchestrated this recent shift between you two had given him a much-needed confidence boost.

"I mean, I'd totally do that for you, if that's what you're asking," he leans in with another playful smirk on his face, "anytime."  

Your breath catches, the butterflies in your stomach fighting to escape. 

"Oh? Even if it means running across campus with an iced latte in one hand and my dirty laundry in the other?"  

“For you? Yeah. No problem.” 

For a second, you don’t respond, just watching him with a curious, unreadable expression that always drives him crazy. Now, Jake feels like he might actually pass out from how intensely you’re looking at him. 

Finally, you smile. “I'll hold you to that, Jakey.” 

Jake freezes. It's like you know exactly what that name does to him. 

You giggle, clearly amused at the way he stumbles over a reaction and quickly add, "Anyway, I'll leave you to it! Grace is gonna kill you for bringing over a watered-down matcha. But I'll see you later tonight for movie night, right?"  

Jake suddenly remembers the long-awaited (it was planned one day ago) movie night the group set for tonight, and he gets excited at the idea of seeing you again in just a few hours. 

"Definitely, I'll save you a seat?" 

"Mmm," you nod as you start walking away slowly, still facing him, basking in the way he's watching you. "See you later, Jakey!" 

You finally turn and stroll away, thankful your back is to him now so he can't see how your smile is growing wider than you thought was possible.  

On the other hand, Jake blinks, eyes on you as you walk away, still trying to process what just happened. Confidence or not, you always have the last word. But that doesn’t matter. 

One thing is for sure—Jake Simp is in full throttle, and he’d happily run across campus a hundred times, coffee and laundry in hand, if it means hearing you say his name like that again. 

Not that Jake’s been counting down the hours until movie night or anything—no, definitely not—but it’s been approximately five hours since he ran into you, and—if he’s being honest—about four and a half of those hours were spent thinking about how he’ll be seeing you again. The other 30 minutes? Well, they were spent explaining to Grace why her matcha was delivered watered down, which was a scolding he’d rather forget about. 

Needless to say, he's even more excited than usual to see you tonight, for no particular reason. But after your last interaction, Jake feels closer to you than ever before. There’s a tiny flicker of hope, but he keeps reminding himself not to get ahead of himself. After all, he’s only recently mastered the art of saying more than one sentence to you without hyperventilating. Baby steps. 

Jake’s eyes scan the coffee table of the living room, mentally checking off all the important snacks (important as in your favorite ones, of course).  

"What vibe are we going for tonight?" Heeseung calls out from the couch, as he flips through the Netflix homepage on their TV. "Horror or coming-of-age rom-com?" 

Jake grimaces, "Please, no horror. I’m still having nightmares from the last movie night." He shudders at the memory. 

"Dude," Jay strolls into the room, chuckling, "Coraline is a kids movie!" 

"A scary kids movie! That thing should be rated at least PG-13!" Jake protests, while still scanning the room to ensure everything’s perfectly set up. Snacks, check. Drinks, check. Your favorite blanket neatly folded on the seat he’s reserved for you? Check. 

As if right on cue, a knock sounds at the door, and Jay casually starts, "I got it!"—but because Jake's Spidey senses (aka Y/N-senses) are sure it's you at the door, he's already sprinting and launches to the door, parkour style, slightly nudging Jay out the way and making it to the door before him—all in a second's time. 

"It’s okay! I got it!" Jake blurts, a bit too breathlessly, leaving Jay with a mixed look of disbelief that quickly morphs into amused pity. 

"Oookayyy," Jay drawls, turning to Heeseung with a knowing look, clearly entertained by their roommate. "He’s officially lost it." 

Jake takes a breath and quickly runs a hand through his hair in an attempt to not look disheveled, before pulling open the door. 

"Y/N. Hi." 

"Jake. Hi," you smile up at him, dressed in what you would call your "comfy movie night outfit"—but what Jake would call Met Gala worthy. He's pretty sure you could wear a paper bag and it'd be Met Gala worthy. 

For a split second, Jake’s brain malfunctions as he stalls at the door. The moment he’s been daydreaming about in his head for the last five hours is happening, but now that it’s here, he has zero idea what to do. Think, Jake, think! 

"Congrats, you’re the first one here!" he blurts, mentally face-palming as soon as the words leave his mouth. 

You giggle as you step inside, "Well, that would make sense, since you guys live here, and Grace is always late to everything. But thanks, Jakey, I’ll take it." 

You turn to grin at the boy once more, and he's officially a goner. RIP.  

"Oh—right," Jake stifles a sheepish grin as he rubs the back of his neck, shooting Jay and Heeseung a death glare as they're both silently roasting him with their eyes.  

"Hi boys," you greet the others as you step into the living room, eyes immediately going to the table lined with snacks. "Wow, you guys really went all out!" 

"Hiii Y/N," Heeseung and Jay say in perfect unison. You give them a raised brow, but shrug it off, too used to their weird behavior to question it. 

"Sooo, which seat is mine?" You excitedly turn back to Jake, scanning the available spots.  

"That one! Best seat in the house, guaranteed,” Jake practically beams, heart pitter-pattering as he's pointing to the cushion right next to his favorite spot. 

"Oh really? What makes it the best?" you ask, plopping down and curling up instantly into the cushion, which makes Jake wonder how much more his heart can truly take before it spontaneously implodes on itself. 

“It comes with your favorite blanket and easy access to the snacks. All your favorites, by the way," Jake slides into the seat beside you, keeping his voice cool.  

He’s very proud of himself for that one. After all, he did scour three different stores near campus for watermelon Sour Patch and strawberry Pocky. 

Jay butts in, grinning like the devil himself, "And the fact that you’re sitting next to Jake makes it extra special, right, Jakey?"

"Oh? Is that so?" You tilt your head, feigning innocence, although you've always known that the middle seat cushion has always been Jake's sacred seat on movie nights. 

"He’s...joking. I can sit anywhere! I just, uh... think this seat happens to have the best angle of the TV." Jake’s heart is definitely about to combust. 

Smooth, Jake. Real smooth. 

You smile and place a hand on Jake’s knee, patting it lightly, "I trust you, Jake. I’m already enjoying this seat more than you know." 

Jake swallows thickly, his body going rigid under your warm hand briefly against his skin. He thinks if he tries to say anything else, it'll come out sounding like a goose giving birth to fifty eggs. 

From Jake’s other side, Heeseung chimes in, obliviously saving his hopeless roommate, "So, Y/N—horror or rom-com tonight?"

"Horror!" you gasp excitedly, eyes widening immediately, "I need those jump scares to make me feel something, you know?" 

Jay breaks out in a coughing fit, nearly choking on his sudden laughter, while Jake shoots him yet another death glare.  

“Y/N, I completely agree with you! Any objections anyone?” Jay announces almost animatedly, leaving you slightly confused but, once again, unfazed by your friend’s weirdness. 

"Nope, none from me. Jake?" Heeseung raises a brow, also trying not to laugh himself. 

Jake looks at you, seeing how excited you are, and yep—he’s screwed. More nightmares for him, it seems. 

"Nope! I’m...totally down for horror." 

You lightly clap your hands in excitement, making Jake realize that, yeah, the nightmares are probably worth it if it means seeing you this happy. 

As you reach over for a snack, Jay mouths the word "SIMP" at Jake. Jake responds with an eye roll, but yeah, Jay’s not wrong. 

~~~ 

The movie is only 20 minutes in when you frown looking at the coffee table, “How is it possible we’re out of snacks already?”  

“I blame Grace for showing up late. I got hungry, okay?” Jay says, pointing at her. Grace responds by smacking the back of his head. “Ouch.” 

Heeseung pauses the movie. “Vending machine run, anyone?” 

“Jake and Y/N, go! Perfect candidates,” Jay suggests without skipping a beat, rubbing the back of his head from the provoked attack.  

You raise an eyebrow at Jake, feeling your heart race a little faster. You're trying to play it cool but the thought of having a moment alone with him sends a buzz through you. It's the kind of opportunity you didn't realize you were hoping for—wait, were you? You have no idea. But what you do know is that being around Jake has felt different lately, in a good way. There's something about his presence that makes you want to be near him more and more. It's confusing, whatever this is, but all you can admit to yourself right now is, feelings or not, you want this time with him.  

Jake opens his mouth to respond, but doesn’t manage to get anything out before you quickly grab his hand and pull him toward the door. 

“Okay! Be back in a few!” you call back to the group, trying to sound casual. 

Inside, you’re freaking out just a little. Or a lot. Definitely a lot. The feeling of his hand in yours is warm, almost comforting, but there’s...something that you swear is there. It just feels right.  

Jake follows behind you down the hall, and you can feel the warmth of his hand lingering even as you let go. You sneak a glance at him, and for some reason, he just seems... different. You've always found Jake cute. That's not news. But this—this is different, this isn't your typical ‘oh he's cute’ feeling...but you can't pinpoint what it is either. You shake the thought off.  

"Soo…" you start, looking up at him from the corner of your eye. Your heart pounds a little louder, and you hope he can’t hear it over the sound of your sneakers hitting the hallway tiles. He’s just so cute standing there, slightly awkward, but making it work. How can someone look this adorable just existing? 

“Sorry for dragging you out like that. I hope you don't mind,” you finally say as you both step into the elevator. You try to sound casual, but the slight bubble in your throat betrays you.  

“Oh—no, not at all. I totally wanted to...go with you...” Jake says, and then he quickly adds, “I mean, you're practically saving me from all the jump scares.” 

You laugh softly after a beat of silence, raising an eyebrow as the elevator doors open. “I thought you said you didn’t mind horror movies?” 

“Well,” Jake hesitates, but then says quietly, “how could I say no when you were that excited to watch one?” 

You blink, feeling your breath catch for a second. Did he just—? You look up at him, searching his expression, but all you see is that sweet smile of his, and your mind goes a little fuzzy, trying to piece together what that meant. 

You roll the thought around for a second before giving him a playful nudge. 

“Wow, who knew Jake Sim was such a people pleaser?” You’re teasing, but there’s an unfamiliar giddiness in your chest when he simply grins at you in response.  

As you step into the vending machine room, a soft hum fills the space. You glance at Jake again—he's studying the snack options with a small, focused frown, and you can’t help but smile. Why is everything he does so...frustratedly cute? 

Eventually, he sighs, giving up on his snack mission, and leans casually against the machine. Meanwhile, you're slightly bent down, continuing to mentally analyze the shelves, but you're hyper-aware of the fact that his eyes are definitely on you. And because you can feel the heat from his gaze, you swear you're turning ten shades redder by the second.  

“Are you gonna help me pick out snacks, or are you just gonna keep staring at me like that?” you ask, trying to sound casual, even though your brain's in overdrive. Your eyes stay glued to the snack shelves, anything to avoid the tension of locking eyes with him right now. 

“Hmmm,” you can hear the teasing smirk in his voice, and it sends a spark through you. “Nah, you can handle the snacks. I’m perfectly okay where I am.” 

You roll your eyes playfully, but your pulse quickens. Punching in the numbers for a random snack, you slide a dollar into the machine, stalling a little before you finally stand up and look up at him. “Oh, are you?” 

You don’t expect him to be this close when you're fully standing up. The space between you shrinks, and suddenly, you can almost feel his breath on your skin. Your pulse thumps loudly in your ears as you try your best to swallow the lump in your throat.  

“Still perfectly okay?” The words come out softer than you intended, almost a whisper. You’re holding his gaze now, neither of you wanting to break it. You swear you could probably hear a pin drop if it wasn't for your loud heartbeat right now.  

Jake swallows, and for a split second, you see him hesitate. His eyes flicker down to your lips, and that simple, unintentional move makes your breath hitch. You could lean in right now—close the gap between you—and you wonder if he’s thinking the same thing. Maybe you're hoping he's thinking the same thing. 

But then Jake chuckles, breaking the silence with his soft laugh that makes your stomach flip for maybe the hundredth time tonight. 

“I, uh… yeah, I’m still okay,” he says, though his voice exposes just how not okay he actually is. You see the faintest blush creeping up his neck, and it’s endearing—so much so that you almost forget you were nervous too.  

You swear you can sense him shuffle just a little bit closer and you're subconsciously wanting to lean into the feeling... 

Plop! 

The sound of the bag of chips landing at the bottom of the machine breaks whatever moment you thought was forming between you two.  

You blink. Jake blinks. 

For a split second, the two of you just stare at each other, wide-eyed, before Jake is the first to snap out of it. His hand quickly goes to rake through his hair, his eyes darting anywhere but yours, and the flush on his cheeks is unmistakable. It almost matches the heat you feel creeping up your own face. 

You can’t tell if you’re more relieved or disappointed that the moment broke so abruptly. You can't tell anything at this point, if you're being honest.  

“Uh—um,” you clear your throat, reaching for the snack like it’s the most important thing in the world. “I hope you like sour cream and onion chips!” 

You hold up the bag with a nervous laugh, trying to shake off the tension in the air. Jake just gives you this soft, searching smile, like he's trying to figure out what just happened—or maybe he's wondering if you felt it too. 

The way his eyes are so gentle, so open, makes your stomach flutter, and because you think you might actually crumble if he keeps looking at you like that for a second longer, you break eye contact to immediately turn back to the vending machine, hoping the heat in your face isn’t as obvious as it feels. 

“What other snacks do you think they’d like?” you hum, trying to sound casual, but inside you’re mentally screaming at yourself for not just going for it earlier. Great going, Y/N. 

From the corner of your eye, you catch Jake letting out a small exhale before he chuckles softly. 

“Honestly, as long as it has sugar, I think everyone will be happy,” he says, and you instantly feel yourself relax, his lightheartedness simmering the tension a bit.

"Hmmm... sour cream and onion and sugar. Got it," you punch in a few more random numbers into the machine, feeding it your remaining cash. "Looks like we’ve hit all the major food groups for today. Nutritionists everywhere will be so proud." 

The air between you both feels a lot lighter now, but there’s still a lingering warmth under your skin—a little too flustered to fully shake it off. You wonder if Jake is feeling the same, but if he is, he seems to be handling it way better than you are. Of course he would be. Cool, calm, collected Jake. (Also ironic, isn't it?)  

"Honestly, we should just unplug the machine and rob the whole thing," Jake playfully adds as you grab the last snack from the bottom slot. "You already know Jay’s gonna inhale all of these the second we walk back in." 

"You’re so right. I say next time, Operation 'Y/N and Jake versus the vending machine' needs to happen,” you laugh, feeling a little more like yourself again. 

"Oh, so what I'm hearing is there’s gonna be a next time?" Jake raises an eyebrow as the two of you start heading back to the elevator. "Count me in." 

You instinctively roll your eyes at how annoyingly smooth he was being, but you can't help the giddy smile growing on your face as a result of his words. As you two stand side by side to each other in the elevator, there's a new quiet that's settled and it's...nice. It's not awkward, just...heavier than before. As if there's a shared secret between you—something you both know but aren't ready to speak aloud just yet. But it's there—just for the two of you to mutually share in comfortable silence.  

Before you reach the apartment, you feel a light tug on your sleeve, and you stop. Looking up, you see Jake holding onto the corner of your sleeve, his expression...soft. Like, too soft. And for a moment, you swear time just stops. If he was on a mission to officially kill you, he can officially say mission accomplished.  

"Y/N, I—" he hesitates, his voice quieter again, like he's about to say something serious, and your heart picks up speed again. But then he stops himself, his grip loosening.  

You blink up at him, wanting him to continue so bad, but also unsure if you're ready of what might come next. 

"Mmm?" you hum, almost afraid to say anything louder. 

Jake bites the inside of his cheek, looking like he’s at war with himself. He finally lets go of your sleeve and gives you a small smile. 

"Sorry, it’s...nothing. Just... you look really nice tonight." 

The sudden, sincere comment catches you off guard, and you feel that familiar warmth rush to your face once again.  

"Oh," you manage to squeak out, because apparently, that's all you're capable of in the moment as your heart is spiraling. "Thanks, Jakey."  

You smile and look down at where his hand just was on your sleeve, and you almost want to reach out and grab his hand again, just to see if it'll feel as warm as it did earlier. Why do you want to reach out so bad?  

Jake's eyes flicker to yours, and for a split second, you swear there's a flicker of something in his eyes—something vulnerable—but then, just as quickly, his gaze shifts to the apartment door behind you, and he clears his throat.  

"Yeah," he says almost breathlessly. "Sorry, we should...probably go in. They probably think we got lost or something at this point."  

You finally let out a breath and snap yourself back in reality from staring at him. 

"Right, yeah. Wouldn’t want them sending a search party," you joke, though your brain’s still fuzzy from the million thoughts and feelings swirling around. 

As Jake unlocks the door, you can’t help but wonder if whatever just happened between you two was all in your head. But it can’t be, right? That feeling had to be real... Right? 

You step inside, and your friends’ commentary barely registers. It’s all background noise compared to the whirlpool of emotions screaming inside you. You sit back down on the couch, and so does Jake, in his seat next to yours.  

And while the movie plays for the rest of the night, you can't seem to focus on anything but the memory of everything that's happened tonight. That and the feeling of Jake’s arm resting right up against yours.  

You’re doomed. 

Jake has never been more confused in his entire life, like, ever. The past few days for him have been more confusing than that one semester he took Postmodern Interpretations of the Emoji Language and actually had to write a ten-page paper on the laughing emoji (don't judge, he had to fulfill his last two elective credits somehow).  

Life has been an absolute whirlwind for Jake—mainly due to the fact that his emotions have been spinning out of control. And to top it off, today’s the long-awaited rematch day.  

Normally, Jake would be a complete wreck by now, bouncing his leg under the table or fidgeting with his phone, but today? Today, he's nervous in a completely different way. The kind of nerves you get when you already know what's about to happen… but after everything that’s gone down lately, he thinks there’s something more between the two of you. And it has nothing to do with Heeseung’s so-called love algorithm. 

At least, he hopes there’s something between you two. Unless—oh god—he’s been totally delusional this whole time, and you’ve just been nice, and Jake’s fully lost it. Perfect, that’s exactly what he needs right now, on top of everything else. But the scariest part? In just a few moments, when the app refreshes and pairs you two together, Jake's going to have to face whatever's been simmering between you both—whether he's ready for it or not.  

And as if Heeseung could read his trembling thoughts, he breaks the silence at the lunch table, "Are you guys ready?"  

Grace and Jay's heads are nodding so fast for Heeseung to just push the 'send' button already, Jake thinks they look like bobbleheads. But when he glances over at you, you don't seem nearly as eager. Which is...weird. Considering how only a couple days ago, you were fired up about the rematch. But now? You look almost...conflicted?  

Jake's eyes linger on you for a second longer, taking in the way you're biting your lip, clearly deep in your thoughts. He can't help but find the sight of you zoned out like that so ridiculously adorable.  

"Y/N?" He nudges you gently. "You good?"  

"Huh?" You blink, snapping out of your daydream. "Oh, yeah. Sorry, Just...thinking, I guess."  

"You'll be fine, Y/N!" Grace chimes in, ever the optimist. "I bet you're gonna love whoever your match is!"  

Well, gee, Jake really, really, hopes so. If not, the last few days will have been a very confusing rollercoaster of emotional whiplash. 

"Right," Jake agrees, trying to act normal, though his voice sounds a little too tight. "Everything's going to be fine." Please, please let everything be fine.  

Jake can tell you're hesitant about something—you open your mouth like you want to say something, but then just as quickly, you press your lips closed again. If Jake didn't think you were the most precious being in the world, you could say you look like a fish out of water right now.

"Hypothetically speaking," you slowly speak up, eyes flicking up to your friends. "What would you do if...let's say you started catching feelings for someone...but then the app might pair you with someone else?" You pause, swallowing hard. 

"Hypothetically…of course.”

Grace raises an eyebrow. Heeseung freezes mid-bite. And Jake? Well, let's just say his heart is already running a mile into the marathon. Hypothetical? Feelings? That has to be about him, right? What were the chances?  

Jay lets out a snort. "Lucky for you, in a hypothetical situation, you do absolutely nothing. Cause it's...you know, hypothetical."  

"Yeah, you're right. Forget I said anything." You wave your hand, brushing it off, but Jake notices a blush growing across your face. "Okay, Hee! Let's get this over with."  

Jake's mind is spinning. What could you have possibly meant by that? That had to be about him...right? Because that is all he's ever wanted, all he's been pining for. But at the same time...it's too good to be true, so Jake refuses to believe it. He can't get his hopes up—not yet.

"Okayyyy," Heeseung's still lifting an eyebrow at your odd behavior before he clears his throat, “everyone ready?”  

Jay and Grace drum the table in anticipation, and Jake? Jake's pretty sure he's going to throw up. 

Heeseung taps his screen, and the table collectively holds its breath. Then, all at once, everyone’s phones light up. 

Grace and Jay scramble to grab their phones first and Jake thinks he's actually developing an incurable case of heart failure.  

“WHAT?” Grace shrieks before she whips around to Jay with wide eyes. “I got you, AGAIN!”  

Jay, unbothered, raises his hands defensively, “What can I say? It’s science, Gracey-poo.”  

"Sure. Science," Grace rolls her eyes so hard it's a wonder they don't get stuck. "Like how you scientifically forgot how to text me back after last night's study sesh?"  

Before Grace can verbally throttle Jay, Jake's entire focus narrows in on you, and how your phone is still face down on the table. You haven't even touched it.

The suspense is killing him, especially knowing his name is going to be on your screen. And if it's not? Well, then the end. End of fanfic. Cue the end credits.  

You, on the other hand, are staring intently at the Grace v. Jay debacle, as if focusing hard enough on other people's life issues will prevent the existential crisis you're about to have. Honestly, your phone could've exploded into a million pieces next to you and you'd still be pretending to care more about anything else.  

Because honestly? You couldn't care less about whoever Heeseung's magical powers paired you with—you're more focused on whatever's been going on between you and Jake. Or at least, you hope, there’s something happening between you and Jake. Unless, oh god, he's just being nice, and you've fully lost it. Please, please don't tell me I've lost it.  

"Y/N! Jake! Who did you guys get?" Grace turns towards the two of you, breaking the both of you out of your respective spirals. 

"Right, yeah. Um—okay. Let's see,” you let out a shaky laugh as your hands fidget in your lap before they finally reach for your phone, as Jake does the same next to you.  

You take a breath, click on the daunting email notification on your screen, and finally look down.  

You blink down at your phone. You squeeze your eyes to make sure they’re not deceiving you.  

Match: Sim Jae-yun  

Your brain is absolutely jumbled beyond saving, you seem to have forgotten how to breathe, and your stomach feels like it was just turned inside out. You don’t know what’s happening, is this what dying feels like?

You blink once. Twice. And maybe a third time just to make extra, extra sure.  

Suddenly, the whole room seems to slow down, like you're watching a replay of your life recently at 0.5 speed. All the moments between you and Jake flash by: the vending machine run, the shared glances, the oddly adorable way he got flustered over you calling him 'Jakey.' But you don't have time to fully process everything because the fact is:  

You’ve just been matched with Jake. Jake.  

You finally look up, heart racing, and try to see if Jake's opened his notification yet, but his face is still too normal at whatever he's looking at on his phone. Or, more accurately, he's pretending to be normal, because the tips of his ears are a little too red for someone who's ‘chill’ (he's most definitely not chill, right now).  

"So, uh..." Jake's voice finally comes out quiet, his gaze slowly meeting yours, and it makes you feel like you two are the only ones at this table. Scratch that, in this world. "Did you open yours?"

"Yeah,” you nod, trying to act nonchalant, “I did.”

Jake lets out a soft chuckle, the faintest smile tugging at the corner of his lips. 

"Same here."

The way he says it—soft, like he’s addressing the shared secret between the two of you—makes the air feel warmer. Or maybe it’s just you overheating. Get it together, Y/N.

Grace, across the table, catches the tension happening in front of her, her eyes darting back and forth like she's watching a slow motion scene of a k-drama unfold in real time. Then—

“Oh my god,” she gasps loudly, before violently clapping a hand over her mouth. 

Her eyes fill with excitement and just as quickly, she jumps up, grabbing both Jay and Heeseung by the back of their shirts and yanking them to their feet. 

“We’re getting boba! Be right back!”  

Heeseung’s brows scrunch. “Wait, what? I don’t even wan—“  

“Too bad! We’re going.”  

And just like that, you’re left alone with Jake next to you—and his flaming red ears that could probably power a small country. 

“So…” Jake clears his throat, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly as he finally turns to look at you.  

“So..,” you softly say, your fingers tapping nervously on the edge of the table, hoping he'll say something, anything. 

"So," Jake repeats for the third time, followed by an awkward chuckle. “Uh...what do we...do now?”  

You blink.

“Do now?”  

Jake’s eyes dart to yours, and for a second, you think he’s about to up and bolt from the table. 

“I mean, like, uh...we’re…well, I don’t know, is there something to do now..? Or not do? That’s okay too! I have no idea. I’m just—wow. Sorry.”  

You smile endearingly at him before breaking out into laughter as your heart does a little Olympics routine. How were you this oblivious before?  

“Jake,” you say between laughs, catching your breath as you instantly feel eased by him. "It's okay. I've been thinking...I—" 

You mentally high-five yourself and give yourself a pep talk for what you're about to say. Please, for the love of all things holy, don't let me be wrong about this.

"I can't stop thinking about you," you say, voice quiet, but steady. "It's like you've taken over my brain, Jake, and it's driving me crazy. And I don't know—I don't know if it's just me or if everything I've been sensing between us is real, but I think my brain might explode if I didn't tell you. Plus, I was terrified the Matchmatic would pair you with someone else and I had lost my chance."  

You finally feel like the weight of the world has been lifted off your shoulders, but when you look at Jake? He's gone. Eyes wide, looking like a malfunctioning robot. His mouth opens and closes, and you're 110% sure he's about to glitch out of existence right in front of you.  

"Wow."  

You blink. Wow? That's it? Is this a good wow or a wow-she's-crazy wow? Naturally, you think it’s the latter, so you mentally prepare yourself to fake your death and move to Norway.  

But before you're about to flee the scene and start your new life as a mountain goat herder, Jake's eyes lock on yours, filled with the softest, most fond expression you've ever seen.  

"Y/N, I like you. A lot. And I have for, like...forever, I think." His voice is quiet, but his shoulders are more relaxed the more he looks at you. "I didn't think you'd feel the same way. You know, because we're friends and all." 

Your smile grows impossibly wide as you nudge his shoulder playfully with yours. 

"Well, surprise surprise, you're wrong."  

Jake chuckles, now fully facing you, his face flushed from wearing his heart on his sleeve. But for you? He thinks he’s about to stand on this lunch table and scream his feelings into a megaphone. 

"So...maybe we could try out this 'more-than-friends' thing?" you suggest, finding it hard to form a coherent sentence without sounding like a fifth grader. But Jake? Jake thinks seeing you stumbling your words over talking to him, for once, is the cutest sight ever. "I mean, unless you don't want—"  

"Oh, I definitely want to!" Jake practically launches himself forward, his smile so big you wish you could keep a mental image of it forever.

You laugh, suddenly feeling lighter. "Okay, then. Let's do it."  

"Here's to doing it!" Jake echoes, his voice warm and soft as he moves closer to you, finding it hard to resist just simply being in your close presence. Then, his eyes widen and he clears his throat, "I mean, not like do it, do it—wait, but not saying that I wouldn't—oh god—"  

Your giggles are uncontrollable once again as you watch Jake's face turn into the deepest shade of red you've ever seen. Without even thinking, you reach for his hand, seeking stability, as if he's a magnet drawing you in and you can't resist the pull of his warmth.

You finally take a breath, calming yourself down as Jake's eyes flicker down to your intertwined fingers, and his smile softens into something that makes your heart so full.  

For a moment, neither of you say anything, just letting the weight of everything finally settle, your hand resting under his in between you two. Then, Jake's thumb brushes softly over your knuckles, and he looks up at you with that newfound confidence that somehow makes him even more irresistible.  

“So…now what?” Jake's corners of his mouth twitch into a smile as he subconsciously leans in closer than before, and this time, you know there's no way you're backing out. 

A playful smile tugs at your lips as your eyes flicker between his soft brown eyes and his mouth. 

“Well, I mean…you still owe me from the vending machine.”  

Jake freezes. He blinks in confusion, and you're pretty sure you can hear the whirrr of his brain rebooting right in front of you.  

“Oh, you mean for the snacks? How much do I owe you? I can Venmo you, or, uh, buy you more snacks?” he stammers, completely caught off guard by your random comment, especially when he thought this was the moment. But, you know...priorities, I guess?  

Now you freeze, blinking at him before you let out a giggle that surprises even you. Seriously? You reach out and gently cup his adorably confused face.  

"Jake, you lovable dork," you say, shaking your head, unable to stop the giggles bubbling up. "Not what I meant."  

Jake doesn't even get the chance to respond (and honestly, he doesn't know if he could even form words right now, not with you so close, holding his face so gently). Before either of you even know it, you lean up and close the gap, your lips softly pressing against his.  

Jake freezes for a heartbeat. Or maybe two. He's unsure if he's even still breathing (is oxygen even necessary at a time like this?). But then, instinctively, his hands find their way to your waist, and he's gently pulling you closer on the table bench, as if he's afraid to let you slip away. He's pretty sure the world hit pause, and all that existed was the softness of your touch, the sweet warmth of your lips, and the faint vanilla scent of your shampoo that's doing a great job at scrambling his brain right now.  

He tries to stay cool—he really does—but his lips curve into a smile against yours, and he can't help but think, well, this is it. This is peak life. I've peaked. This? This just knocked anything else right off the leaderboard of his best life moments. 

It’s short. It’s sweet. It’s everything you didn’t know you needed and everything Jake’s been dreaming about.

He's savoring every little moment, every little movement guided by you, feeling like he's on cloud infinity, before you pull away, a soft pink blush growing on your entire face.

You lean your head back slightly to look at him, the warmth of the moment still lingering between you. Jake’s eyes are wide, his cheeks flushed, but there’s a soft, almost dazed smile playing on his lips, like he’s still processing.

"W-wow," he stammers, his voice barely above a whisper as he's trying to process if he's actually alive or in a sugar-induced dream. 

"Yeah," you breathe out, smiling as you gently run your thumb across his cheek, enjoying the way his face heats up even more under your touch. 

"So...," you say playfully after a beat of silence, leaning in so close that you're sure you’d be kissing him all over again if it wasn’t for your self-control, "do I still get my snacks?"

Jake laughs, officially breaking the heavy tension. He drops his head on your shoulder, completely and utterly overwhelmed by the pure sensation of you, but in the best way possible.  

"You can have all the snacks you want," he mumbles into your shoulder, his voice muffled but filled with so much affection that you think you might actually burst with joy. "Take my whole bank account while you're at it. Take whatever you want."  

You can't help but laugh as you wrap your arms around his neck, tugging him even closer to you. 

"You're ridiculous, Sim Jae-yun." 

"I know," he admits, voice still muffled into your shoulder. "But I'm your ridiculous, algorithm-proven match, right?"  

Jake feels your laughter from under him. "Mmmhmm, Jakey. 100% mine. Algorithm or not."  

You feel his smile grow against your shoulder as your arms squeeze him tighter. The perfect moment settles and you think you could die happy right now. For the first time in days, everything feels right.

But then, Jake pulls back just slightly, still under your hold, his eyebrows furrowing like he's about to say something very important.  

"Wait—" he raises his eyebrows at you.

 "—does this mean you never saw me as a Roomba?"  

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epilogue: 

“If your next words are that you’re Spider-Man,” you say, your head nestled in Jake’s lap as you absentmindedly watch the TV, “then congratulations, you’re officially the world’s coolest boyfriend ever.”

Jake lets out a soft laugh, his fingers gently playing with the ends of your hair. It’s movie night—a rare, private one this time, much to your friends' annoyance. No horror films tonight (thank god, because Jake still hasn’t fully recovered from the last one), but honestly, the movie has long been forgotten. The moment Jake blurted out that he had something ‘dire’ to tell you, all plotlines flew out the window. 

You told him, unless it's about a sudden worldwide ramen shortage or that he's secretly a bug-themed superhero, then it could definitely wait until after the movie. 

But Jake had shook his head, claiming no, it’s like…life-changing important. 

Which is why you’re here now, his lap a perfect pillow, waiting for him to speak. He looks down at you, and you finally catch the serious gleam in his eyes. Oh wait, he’s actually being serious. 

“No, unfortunately, I don’t have Spidey senses,” he laughs nervously, gently nudging you up until you’re sitting face to face on the couch. “I do think I’ve developed Y/N senses, though.” 

“Oh? What are your Y/N senses telling you now?” you raise an eyebrow, smirking. 

“Um… that you hopefully won’t be mad at me?” Jake’s voice wavers slightly, hands fiddling with yours, and your playful smile fades just a little, confusion and worry taking over your face. 

“Oh. Okay. What’s up?” You straighten up, fully turning toward him, sitting crisscrossed.

Jake hesitates, looking down at your intertwined fingers, and takes a deep breath.

“Well, remember the Matchmatic thingy from a few months ago?” 

“Mmhm,” you hum, studying his expression. 

“So… um…I may or may not have done something…to make sure you got matched with me,” Jake’s eyes immediately squeeze shut, bracing for impact, like he’s expecting an explosion, or worse, your wrath. 

There’s a beat of silence. And then— 

You burst into laughter. Full-on, head-thrown-back, shoulders-shaking laughter. You drop your head back into Jake’s lap, your cackles muffled by his hoodie, while Jake sits frozen, staring at you like you’ve grown two heads. 

“I—uh… I’m confused?” He stares down at you, unsure if you’re about to pull a full-on Joker moment. 

“Jakey,” you coo, your laughter softening into giggles as you sit back up and cradle his cheeks. “You are so adorable. You really thought I didn’t know?” 

Jake blinks. 

“Wait, what?” 

“I knew.” You grin, watching as his brain seems to stall for a second. 

“…You knew?” 

You nod, leaning back on your hands. 

“Yeah, I knew. I mean, I kind of just put two and two together after we started dating. And Hee? He's a genius, no way he messed up the first way around,” you roll your eyes playfully. 

“But the thing is, Jake… the algorithm didn’t make me like you. I already did.” You reach forward and tap his forehead lightly, preciously smiling at how utterly stunned he looks. 

“You—wait, what?” Jake’s mind is catching up at the speed of 3G internet. 

“Yeah,” you laugh again, softer this time.  

He’s still staring at you, wide-eyed, like you just casually told him you're moving to the moon tomorrow. Honestly, he looks like his entire world just got flipped upside down, but in the best way possible, of course.  

“So…you’re not mad?” 

"Nope."  

"And you still wanna be with me?"  

"Yup."  

"And you're not just saying that because I buy you all the snacks you want?"  

"Nope."  

"Oh thank god," Jake exhales dramatically, hand flying to his chest like he barely survived a life-threatening situation. He looks at you with the softest, dopiest smile that makes you feel like you're staring at a puppy in a rom-com. "Because you are, hands down, the most perfect person for me. Like, ever."  

"You are so cute, Jakey," you scrunch your nose at him before leaning up to plant a quick kiss on his blushing cheek, which only makes his ears turn an even deeper shade of red.  

But before you can pull away, he's already frowning playfully.  

"Wait, wait—one more question." 

"Mhm?" 

"Cute as in 'kiss' cute or 'puppy' cute?"

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LONELINESS.

loneliness was all you had been feeling this entire year, completely and utterly alone.

you had been best friends with jake sim since the sandbox days, when scraped knees and shared secrets were the pillars of your young friendship. you both grew up in the same neighborhood, your houses separated only by a white picket fence that you could easily jump over.

your families had a close bond and holiday dinners together, and hot summers over the years were spent chasing fireflies and staying up late talking about everything and nothing, just the two of you.

by the time high school rolled around, you were basically inseparable. well- until jake got a girlfriend, sooya. she was a social butterfly, pretty, and popular. basically everything a guy would want. at first, you were happy for him. you genuinely wanted jake to be happy. but as the months went by, you felt the distance growing between you two.

jake spent less and less time with you, and your once frequent heart-to-heart conversations and movie night combined sleepovers dwindled to mere, dry texts about homework and school projects.

sooya was everything the school admired: a star cheerleader, rich background, and effortlessly charming. she and jake were the golden couple, and for a while, they seemed absolutely perfect together. they went on cute pinterest-worthy dates, shared lunches at school, and were practically attached by the hip.

you tried to be supportive, putting on a big smile whenever jake gushed about her with hearts in his eyes but deep down, a knot of jealousy tightened in your stomach. you felt replaced, and it stung.

as time went by, you noticed the drastic changes in jake. he was still the same boy who knew all your secrets and could make you laugh until you were in genuine physical pain, but now he was often distracted and distant, focused on sooya.

the texts became shorter and shorter as the weeks passed, the calls barely coming by. when you hung out, it was always in a group with sooya and her friends. the one-on-one time you cherished was a thing of the past, long gone now.

but soon after their honeymoon phase, six months into jake and sooya's relationship- the cracks began to show. their arguments were no longer whispered, and their public arguments became the talk of the school. it started with small disagreements – a missed call, a canceled date. but soon, the arguments escalated. you often found jake sitting alone at lunch, a stormy look on his face. he confided in you that sooya had become controlling, demanding more of his time and attention, and he felt suffocated.

one particularly stormy afternoon, jake showed up at your doorstep, drenched and disheveled. you took him into your embrace without a word, handed him a towel, and listened to him as he poured out his frustrations even though he barely had a care for yours the past year. sooya had accused him of flirting with another girl, a baseless claim that spiraled into a massive fight. he spent hours at your house, venting to you and seeking solace and comfort.

you wanted to tell him how much you missed him, how your feelings for him had evolved over the years, how you could love him better, treat him better, but you knew you couldn't. instead, you were the “supportive best friend”, hoping he'd see how much you truly cared.

the days turned into weeks, and your interactions and time spending with jake became more frequent again. he'd text you at odd hours, needing someone to talk to. sometimes, he'd sneak over to your house late at night, just to escape the chaos at home. you'd sit on your porch, wrapped in blankets, talking about your childhood, moments shared between the both of you, just like old times. it was during these moments that you saw glimpses of the jake that you once knew and loved.

yet, your heart ached with passing moment

you spent with him, knowing that despite his unhappiness, he hadn't realized what was right in front of him. you were torn between wanting to help him through his troubles and reconciling with sooya and the desperate desire for him to see you as more than just a friend- and you felt

immense guilt.

but that wasn’t you, it would never be you- so you knew what had to be done- you decided to move on after loving jake sim your whole entire life. jay park, a charming and kind classmate, had been showing interest in you for a while. he was the opposite of jake in many ways – confident, direct, and uncomplicated. he made you laugh and feel appreciated, and for the first time in months, you felt warm, you felt hope. maybe it was time to let go of your unrequited love for jake and embrace the possibility of something new and fresh.

you had agreed to go on a date with jay, after months of him basically begging you and soon, you found yourself trying to let go of your feelings for jake. jay was sweet and attentive, everything you thought you needed to get over your best friend.

he took you to your favorite cafes, treated you like royalty, remembered the small little details about your day, and always made you feel special.

of course, jake noticed the change. at first, he was confused, then irritated. he didn't understand why you were drifting away from him so fast- seeing you with jay made his chest tighten and his mood sour.

“god jake- you can’t just invite me over then ignore me!” sooya screeched as jake groaned.

“i didn’t invite you sooya, you invited yourself!” jake said as he found his mind drifting to you once again.

“fuck you jake, i’m right here! you could at least pretend you aren’t thinking about y/n right now.” rolling her eyes at the wide eyed boy.

“w-what?”

sooya scoffed at his clueless face as a tear rolled down her cheek as she wiped it angrily.

“are you dumb jake? you’re clearly head over heels in love with her- you always have been, and i can’t do this anymore, i can’t be with a guy who loves somebody else no matter how hard i try..” sooya grumbles grabbing her purse and walking to the front door.

“wait-“

“goodbye, jake.” sooya leaves him with a heartbroken, weak smile.

the realization hit him hard as he stood there, replaying every single memory he had throughout his life with you, of your laughter, your shared inside jokes only the two of you would understand, and the warmth of you yourself. he loved you. he had loved you his whole life and he only realized it now- it had always been you.

jake paced around his room panicking- you had barely even spoken to him anymore, you were slowly replacing him with jay- is this how you felt when he had started dating sooya? he thought, jake knew his entire beating heart belonged to you, and he was going to fight for you.

unironically, the next day was senior prom, the highlight of your entire high school experience. you had reluctantly agreed to go with jay, while jake, had been voted prom king alongside sooya. as the music played and couples filled the dance floor around you, you felt a pang of longing watching jake from afar. he had looked perfect, you quickly looked away focusing on jay. you couldn’t. you wouldn’t, you told yourself.

the announcement for the prom king and queen dance came, as the song started, jake took sooya's hand hesitantly, his eyes searched the crowd for you. he found you dancing with jay, jay’s arms wrapped around your waist as your smiles were forced and your movements completely stiff.

he couldn't take it anymore. that should’ve been him holding you, you should’ve been laughing with him, this was his moment.

as the dance ended, jake grabbed the microphone from the dj, his heart pounding with fear. "can i have everyone's attention, please?" his voice echoed through the gymnasium, silencing the crowd. "there's something i want to say, no- need to say."

everyone watched, and as he looked around the crowd- he locked eyes with sooya, she gave him a knowing grin and nodded, giving him the support he desperately needed. finally, as jake's eyes locked onto yours. "park y/n, we've known each other our whole entire lives. you’ve seen me through my incredibly embarrassing phases- even with my horrendous bowl cut in sophomore year” he said giggling nervously as you let out a bewildered expression.

“you've always been there for me, even when i was too blind to see what was right in front of me, and im so fucking sorry it took me this long- i’m completely in love with you- i love you. i've loved you for a long time. you're the one for me, i know it, y/n. always have been, always will be."

the room was silent, then filled with gasps and murmurs. you felt the weight of everyone's eyes on you, but all you could see was jake, standing there after pouring out his heart to you-vulnerable and hopeful on the stage. without thinking, you broke away from jay without a second thought and ran towards jake.

he met you halfway, and as you reached him, he pulled you into his arms. "i’m so in love with you too, jake. i love you.” you whispered, tears streaming down your face. "i always have, you’re it for me." you say with a lovesick grin, your glistening tears falling down your cheeks sparkling.

and suddenly, his lips found yours, and the world seemed to melt away. it was just you and jake, applause erupted around you, cheering and hoots but all that mattered was that you were finally where you belonged – in jake sim’s arms.

the rest of the night was a blur of congratulations and well-wishes.

as you and jake were dancing, you both let out soft chuckles at the song you and jake had labelled “your song” many years ago playing at the perfect moment, gazing into each other’s eyes with love and adoration, jake leaned his forehead against yours.

after all these years- in love with jake, you couldn’t believe he was finally yours. he always had been and you didn’t even know.

“how in the world do we explain this to our parents?” you whisper.

“i don’t think we need too.” he whispers back, kissing you softly as he thought about the message his father had sent before prom king and queen had been announced.

“go get the girl, son. you belong with her and you know it” it read.

finally, after years of pinning and heartbreak, you were united as more than just best friends. it was a night of new beginnings, and as you swayed to the music, the soft kisses and warm hugs you shared, you knew this was just the start of your forever with jake.

now you know why everyone calls prom night the most magical night of your youth.

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GROWING UP WITH AN OLDER BROTHER MEANT CONSTANTLY BEING IN THE SHADOW OF HIS FRIENDS AND ANTICS. among his friends, jake sim has always stood out in your eyes.

with his rebellious attitude, dark clothes, and the gleam of mischief in his eyes, jake was the boy all the parents had warned their kids about, a bad influence with a not so great family.

you never cared about any of that, you had always been in love with him, ever since you were a kid.

he was kind to you, he wasn’t the jake everybody had talked about, he had a way of making your heart race with just a single glance directed at you.

but your brother, sunghoon, had always been adamant. “jake’s off limits,” he’d say, his tone brooking no argument. “he’ll just hurt you. trust me, he’s not the guy you think he is.”

despite your brother’s warnings, you couldn’t help but be drawn to jake. over the years, your paths crossed more frequently, and each encounter seemed to intensify the tension between you.

the stolen glances, the brief touches, the way his gaze would linger on you just a moment too long—it all built up to a point where the air crackled with unspoken desire.

it was a warm summer night, the warm air invading seoul. you found yourself alone at home. sunghoon was out, and you were enjoying the rare peace and quiet. the doorbell rang,

“that’s probably hoon..” you mumbled to yourself, and to your surprise, you opened it to find jake standing there, looking as effortlessly handsome as ever. he gave you a soft grin, that familiar twinkle in his eye.

“hey, y/n” he said casually, ruffling your hair as he leaned against the doorframe. “sunghoon around?”

you shook your head, flustered with his touch, trying to keep your voice steady. “no, hoon’s out. why?”

jake shrugged, his eyes locking onto yours. “just thought i’d hang out. mind if i come in?”

you knew what that meant, jake had always confided into the comfort of your home after another argument took place in his, you nodded with a smile.

stepping aside, you allowed him to enter. as he walked past you, the subtle scent of his cologne filled your senses, making your pulse quicken. you closed the door and followed him to the living room, where he flopped onto the couch, looking completely at ease.

“so, what are you up to, puppy?” he asked teasingly, his eyes never leaving yours.

“just… relaxing,” you replied,

feeling a bit self-conscious under his intense gaze, internally groaning at your outfit choice, a worn-out shirt you had worn since you were fifteen and pants with golden retrievers on them? of course this would happen to you.

“what about you?”

jake chuckled, the sound low and smooth. “trying to escape my house. too much drama.”

he said with a lingering sadness fleeing his words, making you frown.

you nodded, understanding. jake’s home life wasn’t the best. his parents were always fighting, and he often sought refuge elsewhere—usually with sunghoon. but tonight, it was just the two of you. the tension between you was almost tangible, the air thick with unspoken words and unfulfilled desire.

as you sat down beside him, the proximity made your heart race. you tried to focus on something—anything—else, but jake’s presence was overwhelming. he leaned back, stretching his arms along the back of the couch, one arm brushing lightly against your shoulders.

“why so tense?” he asked, his voice low and teasing. “i don’t bite… much.”

you laughed nervously, the sound awkward even to your own ears. “just… not used to being alone with you, i guess.”

jake’s eyes darkened slightly, a smirk playing on his lips. “is that so, puppy? don’t get shy on me now, let me change that.”

before you could respond, he leaned in, his face inches from yours. your breath hitched as his nose touched yours, and your heart pounded in your chest.

every rational thought screamed at you to move away, to stop this before it went too far. but you couldn’t. you didn’t want to.

jake’s lips brushed against yours, hesitant at first, as if he was testing the waters. when you didn’t pull away, he deepened the kiss, his hand moving to cup your face as his other wrapped around your thighs pulling you on top of him.

the kiss was slow and exploratory, filled with the pent-up tension and desire that had been building for years.

you melted into him, your hands finding their way to his shoulders as you tugged on his hair.

“don’t do that… i really won’t be able to hold back.” he whispered against your lips.

his touch was intoxicating, and you couldn’t get enough. the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in your own little bubble of passion.

but all too soon, the sound of a car pulling into the driveway shattered the moment. you pulled back abruptly, your heart racing for an entirely different reason now.

“hoon’s home,” you whispered, panic evident in your voice as you felt the pang of guilt from your actions kicking in.

jake’s eyes widened, and he quickly stood up, straightening his clothes. “i should go,” he said, his voice hushed and quiet.’

you nodded, unable to find the words to express the number of emotions coursing through you.

jake moved toward the back door, but before he left, he turned to you, his eyes softening as he pats your head, a familiar habit he’s had your whole lives. “we’ll talk later, okay y/n?”

you nodded again, watching as he slipped out of the house just as sunghoon walked in. your brother greeted you with a happy smile, completely unaware of what had just transpired.

you forced a smile in return, trying to act normal, but the guilt was running through your vein’s as your mind was still reeling from the kiss.

that night, as you laid in the comfort of your bed, you replayed the events over and over in your head. the kiss, the look in jake’s eyes, the way your heart had felt like it might burst from your chest—it all felt like a fever dream.

a part of you wondered if jake felt the same way, if he had also been thinking of you, if he was in love with you, or if it had just been a moment of weakness for him.

you were more than confused with his feelings, you sighed as you sat up,

unable to sleep, you picked up your phone and sent jake a message.

“can we talk?” you typed, your fingers trembling with nervousness.

you hesitated for a moment before hitting send, hoping for a quick response.

minutes turned into hours, and as you stared at your phone, there was no reply. your heart sank with each passing moment, doubt and insecurity creeping in. had it meant nothing to him? was he regretting it now? the questions swirled in your mind, making it impossible to find any peace whatsoever.

the next day at school, you kept an eye out for jake, hoping to catch him and talk. but when you finally saw him, your heart shattered. he was standing with eunhee, the most wanted and prettiest girl in school. she was giggling, as her hand playfully lingered on his bare arm, and he was smiling back at her.

it felt like a punch to the gut. the hope you had clung to crumbled in an instant, replaced by a deep sense of betrayal and hurt. you turned away, the tears stinging your eyes, and hurried to find a place to be alone.

you found your best friend, yunjin, in the cafeteria, and she immediately noticed something was wrong.

“hey, what happened?” she asked, concern evident in her voice.

you shook your head, trying to hold back the tears. “it’s nothing. just… jake.”

yunjin’s eyes widened. she was the only other person who knew about your little ‘crush’ on jake other than sunghoon. “what did he do?”

you took a deep breath, deciding to tell her everything. “last night, he came over, and we… we kissed. but now he’s with eunhee, and he never replied to my message. i feel so stupid.”

your voice breaking as you spoke, yunjin’s eyes widened as she saw the figure behind you, you didn’t notice sunghoon approaching from behind.

he had overheard everything, and his expression darkened with anger. “jake did what?” he growled, his fists clenching.

“sunghoon, no—” you began, but it was too late. he was already storming off, determined to beat the shit out of his best friend.

you and yunjin hurried after him, your heart pounding with fear. sunghoon was protective, but you had never seen him this angry, not even when your boyfriend in tenth grade cheated on you..

when you reached the courtyard, you saw him shoving jake against a wall, complete furt and anger clouding his face.

“what the hell, man?” jake exclaimed, trying to push sunghoon off.

“you stay away from my sister!” sunghoon shouted, his voice filled with rage. “you hear me? she’s not some toy you can play with!”

jake’s eyes flashed with a mix of anger and confusion. “it’s not like that, i’d never play with her sunghoon. i care about her.”

“bullshit!” sunghoon retorted. “you were with eunhee this morning!”

jake’s expression softened, realization dawning on him. “that’s what this is about? eunhee’s just a friend. i was only talking to her.”

sunghoon’s grip loosened slightly, but he didn’t let go. “then why didn’t you reply to her message? why are you messing with her head?”

jake glanced at you, his eyes softened at you as they filled with regret. “i’m sorry,” he said softly.

“i was scared. i’ve never felt this way before, and i didn’t know how to handle it. i thought staying away would be better for her, you know me...”

sunghoon finally released him, but his glare didn’t waver. “if you care about her, then prove it. make it right.”

jake nodded, his gaze never leaving yours. “i will.”

he took a step toward you, his expression nervous and vulnerable. “i’m sorry i didn’t reply,” he said, his voice filled with sincerity. “i was an asshole. i thought pushing you away would protect you from me.”

“protect me from what?” you said as you played with your fingers,

“you know my family, y/n. i’m not the golden boy next door, hell- your parents would probably slam the door on my face if i said i was your boyfriend.” he replied looking down.

tears welled up in your eyes as you listened to him, the way he thought about himself absolutely broke your heart.

“jake, i don’t care about any of that. i just want to be with you.”

he looked at you, his eyes searching yours for any hint of doubt. when he found none, he closed the distance between you, cupping your face in his hands.

“i love you, so much.” he whispered, his voice trembling. “i’ve loved you for so long, but i was too afraid to admit it.”

you felt your heart swell with adoration. “i love you too, jake.”

he placed his soft lips onto yours, a kiss filled with all the love and passion you had both been holding back for years. the world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in that moment. his lips moved against yours, soft and insistent, and you kissed him back with equal energy.

when you finally pulled away, jake rested his forehead against yours, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “i don’t deserve you,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “but i’ll spend the rest of my life trying to be even the slightest bit worthy of you, enough for you.”

you smiled through your tears, your heart filled with love. “you’re more than worthy of me, jakey. you’re so much more than enough” you replied caressing his cheek.

sunghoon watched the exchange, his expression softening. he placed a hand on jake’s shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze.

“don’t screw this up, man.” he said, his voice stern but supportive.

jake nodded, grinning at his best friend, his eyes meeting yours as he intertwined his fingers with yours.

“i won’t.”

from that day forward, things changed between you and jake. he became a constant in your life, no longer hiding his feelings or running away from them. you faced your fears together, and with your brothers support, you built a relationship based on love and loyalty.

jake opened up to you about his family, his fears, and his dreams. you listened, offering him the comfort and support he had always needed but never had.

in return, he loved you unconditionally, with a passion that took your breath away.

one evening, as you both in each other’s arms, watching the stars twinkle outside your bedroom window, jake turned to you with a smile. “you know, i’ve been thinking.”

“that’s not good..” you joked as jake pouted at you, making you giggle with a sparkle in your eyes.

“about what, jakey?” you hummed, nudging your nose against his.

“about how lucky i am to have you, to be called yours” he said softly playing with your fingers.

“and about how i never want to take you for granted again.”

you smiled, your heart overflowing with love. “i’m lucky to have you too, jake.”

he leaned in, kissing you gently. “let’s make a promise,” he said when he pulled away.

“no matter what happens, no matter how stressed or tired we get, we’ll always come back to each other. we’ll always remember how much we love each other.”

you nodded, a warm feeling spilling over your body, a feeling that could bring you into a fit of tears, “i promise.”

jake grinned as he kissed you again, sealing the promise with a kiss that was filled with all the love and devotion you felt for each other.

as you laid there, wrapped in each other’s arms, you knew that no matter what issues came your way, you would never be facing them alone, your love guiding you through the darkness.

the night air flowing in from the window was cool, and the stars shone brightly in the sky.

listening to the steady rhythm of jake’s heartbeat, you felt a deep sense of peace and contentment. the world outside might be full of darkness and pain, but within the warmth of jake’s embrace, you found a haven of love and safety.

jake’s fingers traced gentle patterns on your back, his touch soothing and reassuring. “i love you,” he murmured, his voice a soft caress in the quiet night as he felt himself falling into a deep slumber.

“i love you too,” you whispered, snuggling closer to him. “always.”

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⋆ ｡⋆୨୧˚— SO HIGH SCHOOL !

𝜗𝜚 ༘⋆ ⋆˙pairing. popular quarterback bf! jake sim x fem! reader synopsis. in which you and jake are complete opposites, but you couldn’t be more in love with each other. he knows how to ball, and you know.. aristotle? genre. fluff ,, 1% angst. wc. 2026. 𝐥u𝐧a notes ⋆.˚ omg i actually love this ☹️. 🫧 — 𝓵𝗂𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗋𝔂

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THE FINAL BELL RANG, signaling the end of another school day. but today wasn’t just any day—it was the championships game day. the entire school buzzed with excitement, and the air was thick with anticipation and tension.

students hurried through the halls, chattering about the big game and what it meant for the school’s reputation.

banners hung from the walls, declaring support for the football team, and especially for jake sim, the golden boy and star quarterback.

jake was everything a high school hero should be; charming, athletic, handsome, and kind. his perfect, heart fluttering smile and easygoing, honest demeanor won him friends and admirers from each and every corner of the school.

but what set him apart was his relationship with you.

you were jake’s girlfriend, and that fact alone made you a huge target. girls envied you, whispering behind your back, spreading rumors, and sometimes outright insulting you to your face.

it was hard, but jake made it all worth it. his love and support overshadowed all the negativity, and with him by your side, you felt like you could conquer anything just to be by his side forever.

as you walked to the bleachers that evening, you felt a mixture of pride, excitement and anxiety. jake had give you his jersey to wear, and of course you wore it to support jake.

but unfortunately that came with the cost of multiple dirty looks thrown your way, as expected.

you sighed as you told yourself it didn’t matter, you were there to support jake.

the stadium was packed with students, parents, and teachers, all eager to see if the team could win the championship.

you found a seat near the front, your eyes scanning the field for any sign of jake. the game hadn’t started yet, but the players were already warming up, their movements precise and practiced.

“look at her,” a girl behind you whispered, her voice dripping with disdain.

“she thinks she’s special because she’s dating jake!”

“i know, right?” another girl replied.

“she’s so plain. jake could do so much better.”

“right, she looks like such a pick me wearing that jersey, she probably stole it from jake!”

the girl said as her friends nodded in agreement sneering at you.

you tried to ignore them, focusing instead on the field where jake was running drills with his teammates. he looked up and caught your eye, giving you a reassuring smile that made your heart flutter. you waved back, feeling a little better. he always had that effect on you.

the game started with a roar of excitement from the crowd. jake took his position as quarterback, his confidence and skill evident in every single move he made.

the first quarter was intense, with both teams fighting hard for every yard. the tension was thick, and you found yourself gripping the edge of your seat, your eyes never leaving jake.

but the girls behind you didn’t let up.

“she’s probably only with him for the attention,” one of them said.

“i bet she doesn’t even really care about him, unlike me, I could treat him better.”

“yeah,” another girl added.

“she’s probably just using him to become popular.”

their words hurt you deeply, but you tried to focus on the game. jake needed your support, and you couldn’t let these girls get to you. still, their voices echoed in your mind, making you feel smaller and smaller, it was hard to concentrate.

the second quarter was even more intense than the first. jake made some incredible plays, his agility and precision leaving the crowd in awe.

you could see the determination in his eyes, the fire that drove him to be the best. it was one of the qualities you loved most about him.

at halftime, the score was tied, and the tension in the stadium was thick. you got up to stretch your legs, feeling the need to clear your head.

as you walked down the steps, you overheard more whispers.

“she’s so pathetic. look at her, trying to act like she belongs here, walking around like she owns the stadium.”

“i don’t know what jake sees in her. she’s so..average.”

you clenched your fists, trying to hold back the tears. it wasn’t fair. you loved jake, and he loved you. why couldn’t they just be happy for you? why couldn’t they treat you as well as they treated jake?

you found a quiet spot near the concession stand and took a few deep breaths, trying to calm yourself and get yourself back together.

“hey, you okay y/n?” a familiar voice asked.

you turned to see one of jake’s teammates, mark, standing there with a concerned look on his face. he was a good friend of jake’s and had always been the kindest to you.

“yeah, i’m fine,” you said, forcing a smile at the sweet boy.

“just needed a break.”

mark nodded, but he didn’t look convinced. “don’t let those girls get to you. they’re just jealous, you know.”

“i know,” you sighed.

“it’s just hard sometimes.”

he patted your shoulder. “jake’s lucky to have you. we all see how happy you make him.”

“thanks, mark,” you said, feeling yourself cheer up at his sweet words.

“that means a lot.”

you headed back to your seat, feeling more reassured and comforted. you were here for jake, and that was all that mattered.

the third quarter began, and the intensity of the game only increased. both teams were giving it their all, and the crowd was on the edge of their seats.

as the clock ticked down to the final moments of the game, the score was still tied. the tension was almost unbearable, and you found yourself holding your breath with every play. jake was in the zone, his focus unshakable. you knew he could do it. you believed in him.

with less than a minute left on the clock, jake made his move. he dodged the defenders with a grace and agility that left everyone in awe. you could see the hunger in his eyes, the fire that was driving him the entire game.

he threw the ball with perfect precision, and it sailed through the air, seemingly in slow motion. the crowd held its breath as the receiver caught the ball and ran into the end zone.

touchdown.

the stadium erupted in cheers, the noise deafening. you jumped to your feet, your heart pounding with excitement and relief. the team had done it. they had won the championship. you watched as jake was lifted onto his teammates’ shoulders, his face beaming with pure joy.

as the team celebrated, jake’s eyes found yours in the crowd. for a moment, everything else faded away. he broke free from his teammates and ran towards you, his face lighting up with glee.

you met him halfway, running down from the bleachers, your heart racing.

the girls’ voices were still in your head, but they were drowned out by the sound of the cheering crowd and your own pounding heart.

when jake reached you, he didn’t hesitate. he lifted you off your feet, spinning you around before setting you down and cupping your face before kissing you deeply.

the world seemed to stand still as his lips met yours, the intensity of the kiss as the noise of the crowd faded into the background.

when you pulled back, breathless and smiling, jake looked at you with a lovesick look that made your knees weak.

“i love you, y/n!” he shouted, his voice carrying across the field. “i love you so much!”

your face flushed with embarrassment as the crowd erupted in cheers and laughter, spotting mark hooting in the back, making you giggle.

the girls who had been talking badly about you moments ago were now screaming in delight.

“they’re so cute together!”

“i knew they were serious, i told you guys!”

“girl what… you said that she was average-“

“when? they’re like a fairytale couple!”

suddenly, the rain started to fall, a light drizzle that quickly turned into a downpour. people began to scatter, running for shelter, but you and jake stayed where you were, oblivious to everything but each other.

the rain soaked through your clothes, but you didn’t care. all that mattered was the feel of jake’s arms around you, the warmth of his body against yours.

he pulled back slightly, resting his forehead against yours.

“you’re amazing,” he whispered, his voice filled with love and admiration. “no one's ever had me like this, not like you.”

tears mixed with the rain on your cheeks as you nodded, overwhelmed by the intensity of your feelings.

“i love you too, jake,” you replied, your voice barely audible over the sound of the rain.

as you stood there, wrapping your arms around his neck kissing in the middle of the field, the rain pouring down around you, you felt invincible.

it didn’t matter what anyone else thought or said. you and jake were so deeply in love, and that was all that mattered.

eventually, the crowd started to return, umbrellas popping up everywhere. but you and jake stayed in your own little world, holding each other close.

the rain was cold, but being near jake felt like sitting in front of a lit fireplace on a snowy winter day.

the championship game would be remembered for years, not just for the victory, but for the love story that played out in the rain.

you and jake were the high school sweethearts everyone envied, the couple that defied the odds and found happiness in each other.

as you walked off the field hand in hand, you knew that this was only the beginning of your story together.

the days following the game were celebrated with school spirit.

everywhere you went, people congratulated you and jake. the story of your kiss in the rain had spread like wildfire, turning you both into the most talked-about couple in school- and even reaching other schools.

despite the newfound attention on you, jake never wavered in his devotion to you. he held your hand proudly in the hallways, kissed you in front of everyone, and made sure you knew how much he loved you.

the girls who had once whispered cruel things behind your back now looked at you with a mix of envy and admiration.

a week after the game, you and jake found yourselves sitting on the bleachers after school. the field was empty, the stands quiet— a noticeable contrast to the noise and excitement of game night.

jake had his arm around you, and you leaned into him, savoring the peaceful moment.

“do you ever think about the future?” jake asked, breaking the comfortable silence.

you looked up at him, his face serious but his eyes filled with warmth. “all the time,” you replied.

“what do you see?” you say with a gentle grin.

he smiled, a soft, almost wistful smile. “i see us, together. graduating, going to college, living our lives... getting married, i can’t imagine any of it without you.”

your heart swelled with the emotion of pure love.

“i see the same thing,” you whispered, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

jake leaned down, kissing you gently. “we’re it for each other, you know? no matter what anyone says to you, you’re it for me.”

you nodded before cupping jake’s face and kissing him softly, as the sunset had faded into a dark field illuminated with the stadium lights,

you knew with your whole heart that jake was it for you as well, even though you two were complete opposites.

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⋆ ｡⋆୨୧˚— ANGRY !

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 boxer bf! ʝake sim x 𝑓! reader 𝒢enre. angst & fluff. 𝓢ynopsis. in which your boyfriend comes home injured after a brawl & lashes out at you. 𝑤ord count 𐙚ㅤㅤ1175. 𝑤arnings ‎⸝⸝ not edited, anger issues, cursing, injuries, kissing. ୭ৎ — 𝓵𝗂𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗋𝔂 ᥫ᭡

୭ৎ 𝑙una note⋆.˚ all credits to @taeghi for boxer! jake idea ! <3 also i’d like to note that i’m not romanticizing anger issues in any way, this is something i’ve struggled with for a while and i wanted to incorporate my own struggles in my writing !

THE APARTMENT WAS EERILY SILENT AND FILLED WITH ANTICIPATION AS YOU WAITED FOR YOUR BOYFRIEND JAKE TO RETURN.

it wasn’t unusual for him to come home late, especially after a long night of training at the underground boxing gym.

you had always admired his dedication, the way he poured his heart into his passion, but lately, his anger issues had been getting worse. — more under cut !

you knew he had struggled with this issue his whole life, but you hadn’t ever seen it this bad.

you see the rage in his eyes, the way his fists would clench and unclench as he tried to keep himself in check. it broke your heart to see him struggle like this.

a normal person would be petrified, but you didn’t care because at the end of the day, it’s your jake. you weren’t going to abandon him.

you glanced at the clock for what felt like the hundredth time that night, biting your lip anxiously.

it was well past midnight, and jake still hadn’t returned. you tried to keep yourself busy with chores around the house, but your mind couldn’t help but drift back to him.

what if something had happened? what if he had gotten into a fight and was lying injured somewhere alone?

just as you were about to call his phone for the fifth time, you heard the familiar sound of the front door creaking open.

you rushed to the hallway, your heart pounding in your chest. there he was, standing in the doorway, looking like he had been through hell and back.

jake was covered in bruises, his lip split open and bloodied, one eye swollen shut.

his clothes were torn, and his knuckles were raw and bloody.

you felt a lump form in your throat at the sight of him.

he looked so different from the strong, confident boyfriend you knew.

“jake!” you gasped, rushing to his side.

“oh my god, what happened to you?”

he didn’t say a word, he simply pushed past you in silence and headed straight for the bathroom.

you followed him, your heart aching at the sight of his battered and bruised body.

he turned on the faucet and splashed cold water on his face, wincing as the water stung his wounds.

“jakey, please let me help you,” you pleaded, reaching out to touch his arm.

he flinched away from your touch, his eyes dark with anger.

“i don’t want your fucking help,”

he growled, his voice rough and strained.

you recoiled at his tone, knowing that his tolerance was quite low at the moment, tears welling up in your eyes.

“but jake… you’re hurt,” you whispered, your voice trembling.

“i just wanna take care of you.”

“do i have to spell it out for you to understand?just leave me alone!”

he snapped, his anger unleashing at once.

“i don’t need you fussing over me like i’m some kind of child!”

you took a step back, your heart breaking at his harsh words.

you knew he didn’t mean it, that his anger was just a mask for the pain he was feeling, but it still hurt you deeply.

you felt the tears start to spill over, unable to hold them back any longer.

jake’s eyes widened as he saw you fall apart, the realization of what he had just done hitting him like a ton of bricks.

his anger dissolved in an instant, replaced by a look of pure horror and disappointment in himself.

“oh god, i’m so sorry,” he choked out, his voice breaking.

“i didn’t mean to yell at you, baby. i would never... i would never intentionally speak to you that way. please, believe me.”

you could see the tears welling up in his eyes, his shoulders shaking with silent sobs with the frustration of himself.

your heart ached at the sight of him, so broken and vulnerable.

it wasn’t jake’s fault, you knew it.

it wasn’t like he could control his mental issues, so the best thing you could do was be there for him as he worked on himself.

without thinking, you stepped forward and wrapped your arms around him, holding him close as he sobbed into your shoulder.

“i know, jakey,” you whispered, your own tears contrasting with his.

“i know you would never wanna hurt me. it’s okay. it’s gonna be okay.”

he clung to you desperately, his body trembling with the force of his sobs.

you held him tightly, your fingers running through his hair in a soothing gesture.

you could feel the tension slowly leaving his body, replaced by a sense of relief and pure exhaustion.

“i’m so sorry,” he repeated, his voice muffled against your shoulder.

“i didn’t mean to snap at you. i’m just... i’m just so tired of myself.”

“i know,”

you murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead.

“it’s okay, jake. i’m here for you.”

you gently guided him to the couch, helping him sit down as you went to get the first aid kit.

he watched you with tear-filled eyes, his expression mixed with guilt and gratitude.

you could see how much he hated himself for losing control, for letting his anger get the better of him.

you sat down beside him, carefully cleaning his wounds and applying bandages where they were needed.

he winced occasionally, but didn’t utter a word of complaint.

the silence between you was heavy with unspoken emotions, but you knew that words weren’t necessary right now.

once you were done, you gently cupped his face in your hands, looking into his eyes as you caressed his cheeks softly.

“you’re not alone, jake,” you said softly.

“i’m here for you, no matter what. we’ll get through this together, you’re it for me.”

he nodded, his eyes glistening with tears.

“i don’t deserve you, baby” he whispered, his voice cracking.

“yes, you do,” you replied firmly with reassurance.

“you’re a good person, jake. you just need to let go of your anger and let yourself be vulnerable. it’s okay to ask for help.”

he closed his eyes, a single tear sliding down his cheek.

“i’ll try,” he murmured.

“for you, i’ll try.”

you smiled, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his lips.

“that’s all i’ll ever need.”

he pulled you into his arms, holding you close as if he was afraid you’d leave.

you could feel the steady beat of his heart against your chest, a comforting reminder that he was here, with you, in your arms.

the weight of the world seemed to lift off his shoulders as he held you, his breathing slowly evening out.

“i love you,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.

“i love you too, jake,” you replied, your heart swelling with adoration and love.

“i always will.”

you stayed wrapped in each other’s arms for the rest of the night, finding comfort in the warmth of your love.

the world outside may have been harsh and unforgiving, but in this moment, you knew that as long as you had each other, you could overcome anything.

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YOU WERE SAT AT YOUR USUAL SPOT IN THE LIBRARY, SURROUNDED BY TEXTBOOKS AND NOTES, COMPLETELY ENGROSSED IN YOUR STUDIES.

the world of high school drama and popularity contests seemed miles away out of focus at this very moment.

you were content in your own world, focusing on your academics and aiming for a bright future.

that all changed one fateful night when your friends managed to drag you to one of your university’s famous basketball games.

the gymnasium was packed with students, all dressed in your schools representative colours, their cheers echoing off the walls as the school's star player, park sunghoon, dominated the court.

he was the epitome of popularity; tall, athletic, undeniably hot and effortlessly charming. — more under cut !

while your friends screamed and cheered for sunghoon, you remained unimpressed.

you weren’t very fond of the athletes attending your university, yes you know how attractive they are, and how they dominate the other universities, but what makes you despise them is how they get to use their athletics as an excuse to not perform well in their academics.

you, on the other hand have dedicated all your free time just to see that “a+” on your paper while they get their future handed to them for free.

instead, you observed the game with a detached interest, not caring much about the excitement that gripped the crowd.

when sunghoon once again scored another point, the gym erupted in an applause and cheers of victory, but you simply rolled your eyes.

sunghoon, in the middle of his victory celebration, scanned the crowd and that’s when his gaze landed on you.

his eyes widened slightly when he saw you roll your eyes at the cheers.

intrigued by your indifference, he winked at you, expecting a typical blush or a giggle.

instead, to his surprise you met his gaze and rolled your eyes once again, turning away.

sunghoon was beyond shocked and, for the first time, genuinely intrigued.

after the game had finally ended, as you gathered your things to leave, sunghoon approached you.

"hey, can i get your number? you're really cute,"

he questioned with a confident smile as you held back a scoff.

you looked at him, unimpressed as you sighed.

“do you even know my name, park sunghoon?” you meekly continued as he awkwardly rubbed the nape of his neck.

“no, but i’d love to learn it..?”

"yeah- no, thanks," you replied curtly, brushing past him.

unfortunately, to your dismay, this definitely wasn’t the last of park sunghoon disrupting your everyday daily life.

this became a routine over the next few months. sunghoon would find you between classes, breaks or in the library, attempting to charm you over and over again with his smooth talk and winning grin.

each and every single time, you rejected him without hesitation, not taking his advances seriously.

despite his persistence, you remained firm, convinced he was just another shallow jock who loved the chase more than the actual person.

one evening, as you were walking back to your campus dorms after a late study session, stressed out of your mind, sunghoon caught up with you.

"hey, my princess, wait up!" he called, jogging to your side.

"what is it this time, sunghoon?" you asked, exasperated and completely burnt out.

"i really like you. i want to take you out," he said, his voice sincere and soft, but you were not having it.

the thought of him chasing after you for the thrill had angered you even more, he thought uttering a few kind words to you would really make you believe he wasn’t the same as all the other campus playboys!

you scoffed. "real funny, sunghoon. you say that, but i don't believe you. you're just a stupid jock who likes the thrill of the chase."

sunghoon's expression hardened, and for the first time in these past few months, you saw genuine hurt in his eyes.

"you think i'm just a stupid jock?" he repeated, his voice trembling with frustration.

"i have feelings too, you know? i genuinely like you. i like the way you always focus so intensely when you study, the way your eyebrows furrow everytime i confess to you, the way you roll your eyes at me, and even how you always reject me.”

“i know i’m not perfect, but i really like you, y/n.”

“maybe in my dreams, you'll like me back one day too." he muttered.

with that, he turned and walked away, leaving you standing there in shock.

his words echoed in your mind, and for the first time, you felt a pang of guilt.

the next few days were unsettling for you.

after months of having sunghoon follow you as if he were lost puppy, he completely disappeared from your daily routine.

sunghoon was nowhere to be seen, you searched for him as you passed the gymnasium, and even went out of your way and took longer routes just to pass his class, and you couldn't help but feel a strange ache in your chest.

the school felt different without his constant presence and playful attempts to win your hearts affection.

sucking up your pride, you approached his jock friends, concern evident in your voice.

"where's sunghoon? is he okay?"

they exchanged glances before one of them, jake sim replied,

"he's been feeling 'sick' lately."

the way he said it, mixed with the look he gave you, told you it was more than just a physical illness.

worried even more out of your mind, you decided to skip your classes and head to his dorm.

you hesitantly knocked on the door, asking yourself if you were really doing this.

it took a moment before sunghoon opened it. he looked like a mess—dark eye bags, a scratched up face, and disheveled hair.

without a word, you stepped forward and hugged him tightly, tears streaming down your face at the sight of him.

"i'm so sorry, sunghoon. i didn't realize how much i hurt you. i just... i didn't think you were serious. but it felt so weird without you these past few days. i've gotten used to you being around, and i missed you."

“i thought my life would go back to normal without you, but you became apart of my normal..i need you, hoon.”

sunghoon's arms slowly wrapped around you, getting over the initial shock and he smiled softly, grinning down at you.

"i missed you too," he whispered as he pulled back slightly to look at you.

"so, does this mean you'll take me seriously now?"

you nodded, tears still in your eyes.

"yes. i promise!"

you two continued staring into the gaze of each others eyes, sunghoon sighed caressing your cheek.

“can i kiss you? i mean- sorry that was weird, you could say no-“

“just kiss me, dumbass.”

and with that, he leaned in and kissed you softly, a gentle, soft and reassuring kiss that made your heart pound in your chest.

when you pulled back, you asked,

"have you been locked away because of me?"

he chuckled, shaking his head.

"i just had a week off and decided to give you space so i stayed up late gaming. my friends tricked you, they sent me a message after you asked about me."

you looked at him with disbelief before you both laughed, the tension finally easing away.

sunghoon held you close, his smile shining brighter than ever, leaving you in awe.

"i'm glad you came to find me."

he whispered, completely love struck.

"i'm glad too," you whispered, resting your head on his shoulder.

it was a sweet, unexpected ending to what had started as an unlikely relationship, and as you stood there wrapped in his arms, you knew you were ready to let down your walls and let park sunghoon devour you whole.

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THE DIM GLOW FROM THE COMPUTER SCREEN SPILT INTO THE LIVING ROOM, CASTING A SOFT LIGHT ON THE DARK SPACE.

you sat on the edge of the couch, blinking harshly as you felt your eyes fluttering from the exhaustion after a long day at work.

you were watching your boyfriend jake as he had once again streamed to his growing audience.

his laughter filled the room, mixing with the sounds of the newest video game he's been playing.

but lately, it has been starting to feel like jake spends more time with his online community than with you.

the streaming schedule that once seemed manageable has become a time-consuming routine, stealing your boyfriend from you and leaving little time for anything else. — more under cut !

you miss the late-night talks, the movie nights you spent cuddled up together, and the simple joy of just being together.

"jakey," you call softly, hoping not to disturb him too much.

"it's getting late now baby, why don't you come to bed?"

he doesn't even turn around to spare you a glance, making you rub your forehead in irritation.

“hello? jake, i’m talking to you!”

“i can't right now, babe. i have to stream."

"but you’ve been at it for hours," you insist, your voice tinged with frustration.

"can’t you take a break? i need you..”

suddenly, he snapped in annoyance at your nagging.

"you're being clingy! i have to do this. it's my job, i need to provide for us y/n, go sleep."

the harshness of his words stung much more than you expected.

feeling hurt and rejected, you retreat back to the bedroom, where you had been sleeping alone for the past few weeks.

your heart was heavy with disappointment as you laid down into the bed, the distant sound of his voice serving you a painful reminder of how distant he had been recently.

days turn into weeks, and you found yourself avoiding him. you leave for work early, come home late, and spend as much time away from the apartment as possible.

you didn’t want to hear another excuse about why his streams are more important than you.

the emotional distance between you grew wider with each passing day.

one day, after an especially draining day at work, everything falls apart.

a project you had poured your heart into for months had gotten rejected, and a colleague you considered a friend betrayed your trust.

by the time you get home, you’re already on the verge of tears. you open the door to find jake sitting on the couch, a rare sight these days.

"hey baby! you’re finally home." he exclaims, his face lighting up with a smile, running to you with excitement.

"i haven't seen you in forever. how was your day? you don’t look too good.."

the concern in his voice is the final straw, your self control breaks and you burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably.

jake rushed to your side immediately, his arms wrapping around you in an embrace that feels both foreign and familiar.

"what's wrong?" he asks, his voice filled with genuine worry.

but his touch only makes you cry harder.

"it's not just today," you manage to choke out.

"it's everything. i feel so alone, jake. all you ever do is ignore me, it's like i'm invisible to you."

“you don’t even sleep with me anymore, you sleep when i leave for work, and when i’m back you’re always streaming! did you even notice that i’ve been trying to avoid you?”

jake’s face fell in realization and suddenly, he pulls you closer, his heart breaking at your words.

"i'm so sorry," he whispers, his voice trembling.

"baby, i swear i never meant to make you feel that way."

you were angry, but you needed jake desperately.

you clung to him, your sobs quieting as he holds you, feeling his own tears dampening the nape of your neck.

"i miss you so much, jakey" you say, your voice barely above a whisper.

"i miss us."

jake presses a kiss to your forehead, his tears mixing with yours.

"i've been so stressed lately," he admits looking down.

"my payments have been getting cut, and i was trying to save up to buy you the car you’ve always wanted. i wanted to surprise you, but i ended up pushing you away instead— i’m so fucking sorry."

you pull back slightly with shock etched onto your features, looking into his eyes.

"a car? that’s so sweet of you jake, but i don't need that. i just need you, my boyfriend..”

he nods, his eyes filled with regret.

"i know. i see that now. i was so focused on trying to make things better for us that i didn't realize i was losing you in the process."

“you didn’t lose me, silly boy.” you joked as you left a soft peck on his pouted lips.

jake finally lets out a soft grin as he kisses you again, and it's like a balm to your wounded heart.

"i'm so sorry," he repeats, his voice breaking.

"i love you so much. please, let me make it up to you."

you nod, tears of relief still streaming down your face.

"i love you too. i just... i need you to be here. with me."

jake suddenly scoops you into his arms as you let out a screech— carrying you to the bedroom.

he lays you down gently, then climbs in beside you, pulling you into his embrace.

"i'm here now, baby" he whispers, his lips brushing against your temple.

"i'm not going anywhere."

you snuggle into his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart against your ear.

the warmth of his body, the softness of his touch, and the sincerity in his voice begin to soothe the ache inside you.

"i missed being in your arms so much," you admit, your voice muffled against his shirt.

"me too," jake says softly as he looked down at you with adoration.

"i promise, i'll do better. no more neglecting you for streams. you're the most important thing in my life."

you tilt your head up to meet his gaze, your eyes searching his for any hint of insincerity — but all you see is love and regret.

he leans down, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss that speaks volumes of love and promises.

for the rest of the remaining evening, you stay wrapped in each other's arms, sharing kisses and whispers of love and reassurance.

the hurt of the neglect began to fade, replaced by the rekindled warmth of your love.

as you drift off to sleep in jake’s arms, you feel a sense of peace you haven't felt in a long time.

jake's arms around you are a silent promise that things will be just fine, that he will always be there for you, and that your love is stronger than anything else life throws your way.

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YOU HAD ALWAYS HATED JAKE SIM.

for as long as you could remember, jake had been the sharp thorn in your side, the annoying neighbour who never missed an opportunity to get under your skin.

from petty childhood arguments over whose bike was better to the typical teenage bickering over the loud music he’d blast at all hours of the night, jake had always been there to ruin your day.

and you, of course, made it your life’s mission to return the favor.

the two of you were like fire and rain, constantly clashing, never finding common ground.

so when the world went to hell and the dead started walking, it felt like some cruel joke that you’d end up stuck with jake sim.

the outbreak had come unexpectedly, tearing through your small town and leaving devastation in all its glory.

your family was one of the first to fall, victims of the chaos and the hordes of the undead. — more under cut !

and jake’s family—well, they didn’t have it any better.

in the end, it was just you and jake, the two of you huddled in the basement of your now-empty homes, the animosity between you two simmering beneath the surface.

but as much as you hated jake, you hated the loneliness more. so, despite everything, you stuck together.

you scavenged for supplies, barricaded yourselves in your homes, and did your best to survive.

days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, and somewhere along the way, the hatred between you began to fade, replaced by something else.

something you couldn’t quite define into words.

you would never call jake your friend, that would be too much.

but he was the only person left in the world who knew you, who understood what you’d been through.

and in a way, that was enough.

it had been almost a year since the outbreak when you finally stumbled upon a group of survivors.

they were a tough bunch, hardened by the world they’d been thrown into, but they welcomed you and jake with open arms.

for the first time in a long time, you and jake felt a glimmer of hope for the future.

the camp was a small, makeshift community nestled deep in the woods, hidden from the undead and the humans who were just as dangerous.

it wasn’t much, but it was safe, and that was all that mattered.

for the first few weeks, you and jake kept to yourselves, still wary of the people around you.

but slowly, you began to fall into place with the group, forming lifelong bonds with the other survivors.

jake, the social butterfly between the two of you, adapted quickly.

he made friends, joked around, and even found a place within the group’s hierarchy as one of the best fighters.

you, on the other hand, struggled. the loss of your family weighed heavily on you, and you found it hard to trust anyone.

the only person you really spoke to was jake, and even then, it was usually out of necessity.

but then you saw him—laughing, joking, flirting—with one of the girls in the camp.

she was pretty, with long blonde hair and a bright smile, the kind of girl who would have turned jake’s head even before the world had fallen apart.

and seeing them together, the two of them looking so at ease, so...happy, made something in you snap.

you didn’t understand it at first—the pure jealousy that bubbled up inside you.

why should you care who jake talked to? it wasn’t like you had any claim on him.

but the longer you watched them, the more that jealousy had grown into more, turning into something dark and bitter.

and that’s when the old animosity started to rear its ugly head back.

it started with small things—snide, hurtful comments, sarcastic jabs, little sneers that you knew would get under jake’s skin.

but jake wasn’t one to back down from a fight, and soon enough, the two of you were at each other’s throats again, just like old times.

but this time, it wasn’t petty childhood squabbles or teenage drama.

this time, it was real, and it was ugly.

the argument came to a head one evening after dinner. the camp was quiet, the other survivors were settling in for the night, but you and jake were very far from peaceful.

“you’re really enjoying yourself, aren’t you?”

you snapped, your voice dripping with venom as you crossed your arms over your chest.

jake, who had been cleaning his knife by the fire, looked up at you, his expression mixed with both confusion and annoyance.

“what the hell are you talking about now, y/n?”

“you know exactly what i’m talking about,” you spat, glaring at him.

“you and that blonde girl—soojin, or whatever her name is.”

jake’s brow furrowed, and he set his knife down roughly, rising to his feet.

“what’s your problem, y/n? soojin’s just a friend. why do you care anyway?”

the question had caught you off guard, and for a moment, you faltered.

why did you care? but then the anger surged back, drowning out the uncertainty.

“i don’t care,” you lied, your volume rising.

“i just think it’s pathetic and heartless how you’re so quick to move on. it’s like you don’t even care that our families are gone!”

jake’s eyes widened, and for a split second, you saw a flash of hurt in his expression.

but it was gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by a fuming anger.

“don’t you dare bring them into this,” he growled, taking a step closer to you.

“you think i don’t care? you think this is easy for me? you have no idea what i’m going through!”

“oh, please,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes.

“you’re not the only one who’s lost people, jake. we all have. but at least i’m not using it as an excuse to flirt with every guy in camp.”

jake’s fists clenched at his sides, his jaw tightening as he glared at you.

“you’re unbelievable, you know that? you’re so wrapped up in your own misery that you can’t see what’s right in front of you.”

“and what’s that?” you shot back, your heart pounding in your chest.

jake’s voice dropped, and for a moment, there was something raw in his tone.

“that i’ve been trying to protect you this whole time, but you’re too stubborn to let anyone in. i’ve done everything i can to keep you safe, and all you do is push me away.”

his words hit you like a punch to the gut, and you opened your mouth to respond, but the words wouldn’t come.

instead, you just stood there, staring at him, feeling a mix of anger, guilt, and something else you couldn’t name.

but then, just as quickly as the vulnerability had appeared, jake’s walls went back up.

he shook his head, scoffing as he turned away from you.

“you know what? forget it. you’re not worth this. i’m done.”

and with that, he walked away, leaving you standing there, your heart in your throat and your mind flowing with possibilities.

the next morning, after barely getting sleep because of the man who occupied your thoughts— you were assigned to a supply run.

the tension between you and jake was still thick in the air, and you knew you needed to talk to him before you left.

you needed to clear the air, to apologize for the things you’d said, and maybe—just maybe—get some closure.

but when you found jake near the edge of camp, sharpening his knife, he wouldn’t even spare you a single glance.

“jake, can we talk?” you asked, your voice hesitant, the anger from the night before gone, replaced by a hollow sadness within you.

he didn’t respond, his focus on the knife in his hands.

the silence stretched on, each second feeling like an eternity had passed.

“jake, please,” you tried again, your voice trembling.

“i’m sorry, okay? i didn’t mean what i said last night. i was just...i was upset.”

still, he said nothing. he didn’t even glance in your direction. the coldness of his silence cut deeper than any argument ever could.

your heart shattered. you felt the tears welling up in your eyes, but you blinked them back, refusing to let him see you cry.

“fine,” you whispered, your voice breaking.

“if that’s really how you want it.”

and with that, you turned and walked away, your heart heavy with regret.

as you left the camp with the supply run team, you couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that settled in your chest.

the last words you’d spoken to jake had been in anger, and now...now you didn’t know if you’d ever get the chance to fix things.

the supply run was supposed to be simple. in and out, just like the dozens of other runs you’d done before.

but from the moment you set foot in the abandoned city, you knew in your gut that something was off.

the streets were eerily quiet, the usual sounds of the undead suspiciously absent.

the hairs on the back of your neck stood on end, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were being watched.

and then it happened.

the ambush.

a horde of zombies, larger than any you’d seen before, descended upon your group, seemingly out of nowhere.

the utter chaos was immediate—people screaming, gunshots ringing out, the sickening sound of flesh being torn apart.

you fought with everything you had, your heart pounding in your chest as you slashed at the biters with your knife, trying to carve a path to safety.

but it was hopeless. the horde was too big, too overwhelming.

you watched in horror as members of your group were taken down one by one, their screams echoing in your ears.

and then, just as you thought you might make it out, one of them grabbed you.

the pain was immediate and excruciating. the sound of your leg snapping as you fell, but still making sure the zombie couldn’t bite you.

you screamed, in fear and for your life, a raw, agonizing sound that ripped from your throat as you fell to the ground, the world around you blurring with pain and fear.

somehow, by some miracle, you managed to pull out your gun and fire a shot into the zombie’s head, relief filling your body as you ended its life.

but the damage was done. your leg was broken, and you were bleeding out.

the last thing you remembered before everything went dark was the sound of someone shouting your name, their voice filled with desperation.

when you woke up, you were in the camp’s infirmary.

the pain in your leg was unbearable, a constant, throbbing ache that made it hard to think.

but even through the haze of pain, you recognized the familiar sounds of the camp—the murmur of voices, the crackling of the fire, the distant buzzing of generators.

and then, you heard something else. something that made your heart skip a beat.

jake.

he was sitting beside your bed, his head in his hands, his shoulders shaking with aggressive but silent sobs.

for a moment, you thought you were dreaming, jake sim didn’t cry. he didn’t show weakness.

but as you blinked away the sleep from your eyes and tried to sit up, you realized that this was very much real.

“jake?” your voice was hoarse, barely more than a whisper, but it was enough to make him look up.

his eyes were red and puffy, his face streaked with tears. the sight of him like this—so broken, so vulnerable—made your heart ache.

“you’re awake,” he choked out, his voice thick with emotion.

he reached out, his hand trembling as he brushed a strand of hair from your face.

“god, y/n, i thought i lost you.”

you stared at him, still trying to process everything. the last thing you remembered was the horde, the pain in your leg, the darkness that had swallowed you whole.

but now, here you were, alive, and jake sim was...crying.

“what happened?” you croaked, wincing as a wave of pain shot through your leg.

jake shook his head, his hand still resting on your cheek.

“the run...it went bad. we lost a lot of people. you—” his voice cracked, and he took a shaky breath.

“you got hurt. i thought...i thought i’d never see you again.”

his words hit you like a ton of bricks, the reality of the situation sinking in.

people had died. you had almost died. and through it all, jake had been here, by your side, crying over you.

“i’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice barely more than a breath.

“i’m so sorry, y/n. i shouldn’t have ignored you. i shouldn’t have let you go on that run alone— i should’ve protected you, i was just...i was angry, and i didn’t think, and now...now i almost lost you, and i can’t...i can’t lose you.”

the raw emotion in his voice made your chest tighten, tears welling up in your own eyes.

you had never seen jake like this before—so open, so honest. and it broke your heart.

“i was angry too,” you admitted, your voice trembling.

“i said things i didn’t mean, and i’m sorry, jake. i didn’t want us to end things like that. i never wanted to hurt you.”

jake let out a shaky laugh, wiping at his eyes with the back of his hand.

“you didn’t hurt me, y/n. i’m the one who hurt you. i’ve been hurting you for years, and i didn’t even realize it until now.”

he took a deep breath, his eyes searching yours as if he was trying to find the right words.

“i’ve spent so much time hating you, but i didn’t even know why. i think...i think it was because i was scared. scared of how much you meant to me. scared of losing you.”

the words hung in the air between you, heavy with meaning. you felt your heart pounding in your chest, a mix of fear and disbelief swirling inside you.

“jake, what are you trying to say?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, filled with anticipation.

he looked at you, his eyes filled with a vulnerability you had never once seen before in all the years of growing up together.

“i’m saying that i love you, y/n. i’ve loved you for a long time, but i was too stupid to realize it. and now...now i might have lost you for good.”

the confession hit you like a harsh wave, overwhelming you with emotions you had been trying to suppress for so long.

you had always hated jake—or at least, that’s what you told yourself. but deep down, there had always been something more.

something you had been too afraid to admit, even to yourself.

“i love you too,” you whispered, the words slipping out before you could stop them, but yet they felt so right coming out of your mouth.

“i’ve always loved you, but i didn’t know how to tell you. i was scared too.”

jake’s eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment, he just stared at you, as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

but then, a slow, shaky smile spread across his face, and he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“you love me?” he asked, his voice filled with awe.

you nodded with a weak grin, tears streaming down your cheeks.

“yes, you idiot. i love you.”

the relief that washed over his face was immediate, and before you knew it, he was leaning in, pressing his lips to yours in a soft, tender kiss.

it was a kiss that held years of pent-up emotions, a kiss that spoke of all the things you had never said to each other.

when he finally pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, his warm breath mingling with yours.

“you’re never going on a run without me again,” he whispered, his voice filled with a silly undertone but you could hear the seriousness— the determination.

you let out a small laugh, despite the tears still streaming down your face.

“deal.”

and in that moment, you knew that no matter what the future held, you would face with jake sim— your annoying neighbour now turned lover.

because finally in this broken world, you had found something— someone worth fighting for.

you had found love.

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GENRE ៸៸ fluff & angst ៸ oneshot ﹔ SYPNOSIS┆in which your brothers best friend whom you’ve always had feelings for comes back this summer, except somethings’ very different .ᐟㅤ ꒰ WORD COUNT﹕5265 ꒱── 𝓦ARNING(S) not edited ៸ kissing ៸ pet names ៸ misunderstandings ៸ . ݁ ✦ ݁ . ⊱ LIBRARY . . . ﹕LUNA 💭 — i can’t believe this is actually 5k words.. this took forever omg but i loved writing this ily jake ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

YOU HAD ALWAYS KNOWN JAKE SIM AS YOUR OLDER BROTHER'S QUIET, EXTREMELY SHY AND NERDY BEST FRIEND WHO COULD NOT INTERACT WITH A GIRL FOR THE LIFE OF HIM.

the guy who would fumble with his glasses, constantly blushing whenever someone spoke directly to him.

you remembered how his ears would turn red, especially around you, which always made your stomach twist with a certain warmth.

but those days were long gone in the past, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t have a tiny crush on him growing up— but hey, no one else saw him when he would get you gifts with the small amount of money he saved up on your birthdays— or the way his ears would turn a bright red as you hugged him in appreciation.

when you returned home for the summer, you expected things to be the exact same.

waking up in your childhood bedroom felt familiar and comforting, the sun gently pouring in through your blinds, kissing your skin as you slowly stirred awake.

the house was quiet— silent as usual, your parents were out for the day, leaving you and your older brother to have the house to yourselves. ─── more under cut !

half-asleep, your feet gently padded down onto the wood as you made your way downstairs, your brain barely registering the soft hum of voices from the kitchen.

you assumed it was heeseung, who else would be at your house 10:00am in the morning?

with a tired yawn, stretching your arms mindlessly, you made your way to the fridge, reaching for a glass of water with your eyes still quite literally closed.

you barely noticed the figure leaning casually against the counter, your eyes half-lidded as you sipped on the beverage.

“not gonna greet me, princess? i’m hurt..”

the voice startled you, causing you to spill a bit of water as you turned sharply in shock.

wait— that was definitely not heeseung’s voice.

you blinked up at the figure standing before you, your eyes widening at the realization of who was standing in your kitchen—jake sim.

but he wasn’t the jake you remembered, he certainly was not the awkward nerdy boy who could barely look you in the eye.

instead, standing before you was someone who radiated confidence, with tousled hair that fell perfectly into place and a smirk playing on his lips instead of the usual shy grin.

“j-jake?” you stammered, feeling a sudden wave of flustered heat creeping up your neck.

“i—i didn’t know you were here.”

he chuckled softly, stepping a little closer, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

“and here i thought you were purposely avoiding me.” he replied with a teasing pout.

your heart raced at his teasing tone, he was nothing like the boy you remembered.

the jake standing before you was taller, his frame broader, with a sense of self-assuredness that made your knees weak— you had to remind yourself to breathe.

“n-no, i wouldn’t do that..” you managed to say, stepping back slightly.

“i was just… tired.”

“hmm,” jake hummed thoughtfully, leaning against the counter again, his eyes never leaving yours.

“you’re just as cute in the morning as i remember.”

you felt your cheeks heat up even more if possible, since when did jake talk like this?

you weren’t used to this version of him—the one who seemed to know exactly how to make you flustered with just a few words.

just as you were about to say something in return, strong arms wrapped around your waist from behind, lifting you slightly off the ground. you squealed in surprise as heeseung’s familiar laughter filled the kitchen.

“morning, my baby sister,” heeseung teased, spinning you around before setting you down.

“forgot how adorable you were in the mornings—i miss when you were five..”

you playfully punched at his chest, smirking at his winces as your face was still burning from the interaction with jake.

“don’t tease me, hee.”

“okay— that’s enough!”

heeseung ruffled your hair affectionately before glancing at jake, who had stepped back with a laugh, clearly enjoying the show.

the tension in the room seemed to ease as your brother’s presence lightened the mood, as always.

the three of you spent the morning catching up, with heeseung filling you in on all the university gossip, jake chiming in with his own stories.

but throughout the day, you couldn’t shake the feeling of jake’s lingering gaze, nor could you ignore the subtle flirtatious comments he would occasionally throw your way when heeseung wasn’t present.

to be completely honest— it was confusing.

you had long since convinced yourself that whatever crush you had on jake was over.

you had moved on, hadn’t you? he was just heeseung’s adorable, cute— now turned hot and flirtatious best friend.

but the way he looked at you now, the way his voice softened when he called you “princess,” had your heart skipping beats you weren’t prepared for.

as the summer days went by, jake seemed to be everywhere— leaving you no space to think straight anymore.

whether it was hanging out with heeseung in the living room or joining your family for dinner, he was always around, always watching you with that same intense gaze that made your heartbeat quicken.

his confidence was undeniable, and as much as you tried to deny it, you found yourself drawn to him in a way that left you feeling both excited and terrified.

it was hard not to notice the way he seemed to gravitate towards you, always finding a way to brush against your arm or throw a sly smile your way.

and every time he did, it felt like your carefully built defenses you had up were crumbling piece by piece.

you tried to tell yourself that it was nothing—that jake was just being playful.

but the way his touch lingered and the way his eyes would darken when they met yours told you otherwise.

something had definitely changed between you two, and despite your best efforts, you couldn’t ignore it.

the soft murmur of the ocean filled the air, the salty breeze kissing your skin as you were sat down on the sandy shore.

heeseung and jake were tossing a frisbee back and forth near the waterline, their laughter carried by the wind.

you watched them from your towel, your knees tucked up to your chest, feeling the warmth of the sun soak into your skin.

heeseung was the first to notice you sitting quietly by yourself.

with a mischievous grin, he called out, “hey! are you going to sit there all day like some weirdo, or are you going to join us?”

you shook your head with a small laugh.

“i’m fine right here, thanks!”

jake ran over, his t-shirt clinging to his body from the water.

his hair was damp, tousled by the wind, and a playful smile tugged at his lips.

you tried not to stare, but the way his muscles moved beneath his shirt caught your attention in ways you weren’t ready for.

“come on,” jake urged, crouching down beside you, his hand reaching out to gently nudge your knee.

“you can’t just sit here and watch. that’s no fun.”

you raised an eyebrow, with a joking smirk.

“and what exactly do you suggest i do, sim?”

he smirked, his eyes gleaming with a spark of mischief.

“i suggest you try and catch this.”

before you could react, heeseung tossed the frisbee towards you.

instinctively, you reached out and caught it, your eyes widening in surprise.

“see?” jake grinned, standing up and offering you his hand.

“you’ve got this— all you needed was a little push.”

reluctantly, you took his hand, and he pulled you up from the sand.

his grip was warm and firm, and for a moment, you found yourself lingering in his touch before you quickly let go, feeling a flutter in your chest that you couldn’t shake away.

as the three of you played together by the water, the mood felt light and carefree.

heeseung would shout playful taunts whenever you or jake missed the frisbee, and jake would respond with sarcastic comments that made you laugh.

at one point, the frisbee flew far, and jake chased after it, his feet splashing in the shallow waves.

he turned back with a winners smile, holding the frisbee up in victory, but his eyes softened when they met yours.

“hey, y/n,” he called out, his tone quieter now, almost hesitant.

you looked up from where you were standing, your heart skipping a beat as his gaze locked with yours.

“yeah?”

for a moment, jake just stood there, the ocean behind him and the sun glooming down a soft glow over his face.

his expression was unreadable, as if he was trying to figure out what to say.

but then he shook his head, his lips curling into a gentle smile.

“nothing,” he said softly, walking back towards you.

“just… you look really happy today.”

you blinked, taken aback by the sincerity in his voice.

there was something in the way he said it—something that made you feel like he wasn’t just talking about your appearance, but about you as a person.

your cheeks warmed, and you smiled shyly, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“thanks, i am.”

jake’s smile widened, and he glanced away, almost as if he was embarrassed by his own words.

but the moment lingered, hanging between you like a thread of something unspoken.

you felt it in the way your stomach fluttered, in the way jake’s eyes softened every time they met yours.

it was the kind of moment that left you wondering—hoping—that maybe he felt the same pull that you did.

after the sun had set and the day at the beach had come to an end, the three of you returned home, completely worn out and exhausted but content.

heeseung headed off to bed early, claiming that the sun had drained all his energy, but you and jake decided to stay up a little longer.

the two of you ended up in the backyard, a blanket spread out beneath the stars.

you laid side by side, staring up at the sky, the air cool and crisp after the heat of the day.

“do you remember when we used to do this as kids?” jake asked softly, his voice cutting through the silence of the night.

you smiled, your eyes fixed on the stars twinkling above.

“yeah, of course i do. we’d sneak out of the house and lie out here for hours, just talking about anything and everything.”

jake chuckled quietly.

“heeseung always fell asleep first. every time.”

you giggled at the memory with a fond smile.

“and then we’d try to wake him up, but he’d just mumble something about video games and roll over.”

“some things just never change, huh..” you whispered with a chuckle.

jake’s laughter faded into a comfortable silence, and after a few moments, you felt him shift beside you.

his hand brushed against yours, sending a spark of electricity through your skin.

you glanced over at him, and in the soft moonlight, you could see the way his eyes were focused on you—not the stars.

“do you ever miss those days?” he asked quietly, his voice tinged with a kind of nostalgia that tugged at your heart.

you nodded slowly in agreement.

“sometimes, things felt simpler back then.”

jake’s fingers curled around yours, his touch gentle but hesitant.

“yeah,” he murmured.

“but i think some things… they’re better now.”

your heart skipped a beat at his words, and you found yourself turning to face him fully.

the look in his eyes was different—deeper, there was no teasing smirk, no playful glint.

instead, there was something raw, something vulnerable and real.

you could feel the weight of it pressing down on your chest, and it made your breath catch in your throat.

“jake…” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

he didn’t say anything, but the way he looked at you—the way his eyes traced the curve of your face, the way his thumb gently brushed against the back of your hand— it spoke volumes.

it was as if the air between you had shifted, instead filled with something that neither of you could name but both of you surely felt.

the moment stretched on, and for a brief second, you thought he— jake sim, might kiss you.

the thought sent a shocking thrill through your veins, but before either of you could move, the sound of a door opening broke the intensity of the moment.

“heeseung’s probably wondering where we are,” jake said softly, pulling his hand away and sitting up.

his voice was calm, but you could see the faint but familiar pink blush on his cheeks, and you wondered in that moment— if he felt the same rush of feelings that you did.

you nodded, sitting up as well, though your heart still raced in your chest.

the connection between you felt fragile and real, and as you both headed inside, you couldn’t help but wonder how much longer you’d be able to keep ignoring it.

a few days later, a heavy summer storm rolled in, trapping you all inside of the house.

heeseung was glued to his video games as per usual, so you found yourself in the living room with jake.

the rain poured outside, creating a repetitive sound against the windows as the two of you sat on the couch, watching a movie.

at first, everything felt normal—comfortable, even.

but as the movie progressed, you found your mind drifting back to that night under the stars, to the way jake had held your hand and looked at you like you were the only person in the world.

the tension in the air was subtle but undeniably there.

you could feel it in the way your shoulders brushed against each other, in the way jake’s arm rested a little too close to yours on the couch.

every small movement felt charged, and you found yourself hyper-aware of his presence beside you.

eventually, the movie ended, and jake turned to you, his expression softer than usual.

“can i.. ask you something?”

you looked at him, your heart fluttering at the seriousness in his tone.

“of course.”

jake hesitated for a moment, as if he was gathering his thoughts.

then, he looked into your eyes, his voice quiet but steady.

“do you ever think about what it would be like… if things were different between us?”

your breath hitched at his words.

“what do you mean?”

jake’s gaze didn’t waver.

“i mean like… if we weren’t just friends.”

the room suddenly felt smaller, the air thicker.

your heart pounded in your chest as his words sank in.

you had been wondering the same thing for weeks now—maybe even longer.

but hearing him say it out loud made it real in a way that terrified you.

“i… i don’t know,” you whispered, though the truth was that you had thought about it more than you cared to admit.

you had imagined what it would be like to kiss him, to hold him, to be more than just heeseung’s little sister in his eyes.

jake’s expression softened, and he reached out, his hand gently cupping your cheek.

his touch was warm, comforting, and it made you lean into him despite the nervous energy bubbling in your chest.

“i think about it,” jake admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

“a lot.”

the honesty in his words made your heart ache in the best way possible.

you wanted to say something—anything—to reassure him that you felt the same way.

but before you could speak, jake's thumb gently traced the curve of your jaw, the slightest touch sending shivers down your spine.

the soft glow of the tv reflected in his eyes, and for a moment, you forgot everything else—forgot the storm outside, forgot heeseung just down the hall, forgot the hesitation that had held you back for so long.

all you could focus on was jake—his face so close to yours, his breath mixing with yours in the small space between you.

the weight of the moment was almost too much to bear, your heart pounding in your chest as you waited for him to say something more, to do something more.

but instead of closing the distance between you, jake let his hand fall from your cheek, his expression shifting to something more uncertain.

he leaned back slightly, his eyes flickering away from yours as if he was suddenly unsure of himself.

“i don’t want to mess things up,” he murmured, almost to himself.

“i don’t want to… hurt you.”

his words hung heavy in the air, and for a moment, you felt a pang of disappointment that he had pulled back.

but then you realized that— he was afraid.

afraid of crossing a line that would change everything between you.

afraid of ruining the friendship that had been so carefully built over the years.

afraid of how his best friend would react to this, he was clueless in everything.

you reached out, placing your hand on top of his.

“jake, you won’t hurt me,” you said softly.

“i trust you.”

his eyes met yours again, and you saw the way his shoulders relaxed slightly at your words.

but still, there was a lingering hesitation in his gaze, as if he was weighing the consequences of what might happen next.

“i just… i’ve always wanted to protect you,” he said quietly.

“even when we were kids, and now… now it feels like there’s so much more at stake.”

you smiled gently, squeezing his hand.

“maybe that’s a good thing.”

jake looked at you for a long moment, the silence between you thick with unspoken feelings.

and then, just as you were about to say something more, the sound of heeseung’s door opening echoed down the hall.

jake pulled back completely, letting out a breath as he ran a hand through his hair.

you quickly shifted in your seat, trying to act as if nothing had happened, even though your heart was still racing in your chest.

heeseung wandered into the living room, oblivious to the tension that had just filled the tiny space.

“what are you guys up to?” he asked, stretching as he approached.

“just finished a movie,” jake said, his voice casual as ever, though you noticed the way he avoided looking directly at you.

heeseung plopped down on the couch between the two of you, completely unaware of the moment he had just interrupted.

“nice. anything good?”

you forced a smile, trying to shake off the lingering feelings from your conversation that had just took place with jake a couple seconds ago.

“yeah, it was pretty good.”

as heeseung started talking about his latest gaming obsession, you couldn’t help but glance over at jake.

he met your gaze briefly, a soft, almost apologetic smile playing on his lips.

it wasn’t much, but it was enough to remind you that the connection between you was still there—still real.

and despite the interruption, you knew that things had shifted.

the unspoken feelings between you had been acknowledged, even if neither of you had said it outright.

it was only a matter of time before everything would come to light.

weeks later, the town’s annual summer festival had finally arrived.

it was a lively event filled with bright lights, carnival rides, and food stalls that stretched along the main street.

heeseung had been excited about it for days, dragging you and jake along with him as soon as the sun began to set.

the three of you walked through the crowded streets together, the sound of laughter and music filling the air.

heeseung led the way, disappearing into a group of friends he spotted near one of the game booths.

you and jake followed behind, your shoulders brushing as you walked.

as you passed a small booth selling cotton candy, jake stopped suddenly, his eyes lighting up with a grin.

“remember when we used to beg our parents to buy this for us every year?”

you laughed, nodding.

“yeah, and they always said no because they didn’t want us to get a sugar crash.”

jake chuckled, then stepped up to the booth and bought a large stick of cotton candy.

he handed it to you with a smile.

“well— we’re adults now, and we can have as much as we want.”

you took the cotton candy from him, your fingers brushing against his.

the simple gesture made your heart race, and you found yourself smiling despite the nerves that still lingered between you.

“thanks,” you said softly, taking a small bite.

jake watched you with a fond expression, and for a moment, it felt like you were the only two people in the world.

the noise of the festival faded into the background, and all you could focus on was the way jake was looking at you—as if you were something precious.

without thinking, you reached up and tore off a small piece of the cotton candy, holding it out to him.

jake hesitated for only a second before leaning in and taking it from your fingers with a soft smile.

the gesture was innocent enough, but there was something intimate about it—something that made your heart flutter in your chest.

you could feel the tension building between you again, that familiar tension that had been growing stronger with each passing day.

as the night wore on, the festival became more crowded, and eventually, you found yourselves separated from heeseung.

jake stayed close by your side, his hand brushing against yours occasionally as you pushed your way through the sea of people.

when you reached a quieter part of the festival, near a small fountain surrounded by twinkling lights, jake stopped and turned to face you fully.

his expression was serious now, his eyes searching yours as if he was trying to find the right words.

“y/n,” he began softly, his voice barely audible over the distant sounds of the festival.

“i’ve been thinking a lot about what we talked about the other night.”

your heart skipped a beat. you knew exactly what he was referring to—the conversation in the living room, the moment when everything had almost changed between you.

jake took a step closer, his hand reaching out to gently cup your cheek.

his touch was warm, electrifying, and it made you lean into him instinctively.

“i need to say something, or im afraid i won’t be able to say it at all—“

before he could continue— the familiar voice made the both of you flinch back.

“where were you guys, i called your phones a million times!”

you blinked in disbelief— your brother had once again interrupted the moment.

“i didn’t notice, sorry hee..” you frantically explained, extremely flustered by the whole situation.

“well— it’s fine, let’s go to the dumpling stand!”

heeseung shouted excitedly as jake, once again had given you a sorry pout, making you giggle at the absurdity of your brothers timing.

a few days later, on one of the hottest summer evenings possible, you found yourself at a party that both jake and heeseung had invited you to.

the music was loud, the air thick with the scent of alcohol and sweat as you walked through the crowd.

you hadn’t seen jake in a while, and a small part of you had been looking for him, though you would never admit it to yourself.

finally, after what felt like hours, you spotted him across the room.

your heart skipped a beat at the sight of him—until you noticed the girl sitting right next to him, her arms draped around his shoulders as she whispered something into his ear.

he was smiling, that same smile he had been giving you all summer, and it felt like a punch to the gut.

all the unspoken tension, the stolen glances, the lingering touches—it all came crashing down as you stood there frozen, watching him with her.

had you misread everything? had he just been playing with you this whole time?

before you could stop yourself, tears welled up in your eyes, and you turned on your heel, pushing through the crowd as fast as you could.

you needed to get out of there— you couldn’t breathe, you couldn’t think.

all you knew was that you needed to get away from the sight of jake sim as soon as possible.

just as you made it to the door, you bumped into someone—heeseung.

his eyes immediately filled with concern as he saw the tears streaming down your face.

“hey, hey, what’s wrong?” he asked, his voice soft as he gently grabbed your shoulders, steering you outside where the cool night air hit your face.

“what happened?”

you shook your head, wiping at your tears, refusing to meet his gaze.

“i don’t want to talk about it.”

heeseung’s brow furrowed, his grip on your shoulders tightening slightly as he pulled you into a hug.

“is it because of jake?”

your breath hitched, and you froze in his arms.

how did he know? you hadn’t said anything to him about jake, not once.

heeseung sighed, pulling back slightly to look at you.

“i’ve always known, you know. you’re my baby sister. i could always tell when it comes to you.”

you bit your lip, fighting back more tears as you nodded, unable to find the words.

heeseung’s face softened, and he gently wiped away your tears with his thumb.

“i’ll talk to him,” he said softly.

“you go home and get some rest, okay? i’ll handle this.”

you quickly shook your head in denial.

“heeseung, you don’t have to—”

“i’m your brother,” he interrupted, his tone gentle but firm.

“of course i do.”

you couldn’t argue with that— so instead, you nodded, wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug.

“thank you. i love you, you’re the best older brother i could’ve ever asked for.”

heeseung smiled softly as he felt his own tears brimming in his eyes, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“i love you too, more than you’ll ever know.”

with one last comforting squeeze, he sent you off, and you walked home, the weight of your heartbreak heavy on your shoulders.

you couldn’t stop the tears from falling as you replayed the image of jake with that girl over and over in your mind.

meanwhile, back at the party, heeseung stormed back inside, anger coasting through his veins as his eyes scanned the crowd until he found jake in the corner, staring down at his phone with a smile.

without a second thought, heeseung grabbed jake by the collar, his fist connecting with his jaw before jake even had a chance to react.

“what the hell, man?!” jake exclaimed, stumbling back in shock, clutching his jaw.

“i always knew you had a thing for her,” heeseung growled, his voice low and dangerous.

“but i trusted you— i thought you’d never hurt her.”

“seriously— you think i didn’t notice what the two of you had going on this summer? and now you’re onto the next girl, huh?”

jake’s eyes widened in realization, the only girl he interacted with this evening— his face pale as he shook his head.

“no, god no— heeseung, it’s not what you think. it was a misunderstanding. that girl— it was yeji. you remember her, right? the one who always harassed me in high school?”

heeseung’s expression didn’t soften, but he didn’t say anything, allowing jake to continue.

“she’s been in love with me for years, and i was rejecting her, but i—i smiled because i felt bad. i wasn’t interested in her, i swear.” jake’s voice cracked as he ran a hand through his hair, his eyes filling with tears.

“i love her, heeseung. i love your sister. i’ve been in love with her since we were kids. i wanted to make things official, but now…i don’t know what to do.”

heeseung stared at jake for a long moment before letting out a deep sigh.

he patted jake on the back, his voice softening slightly.

“then fix it you brainless idiot, it’s not too late.”

jake didn’t need to be told twice— without another word, he bolted out of the party, sprinting towards your house as fast as his legs would carry him.

back at home, you were curled up in your bed, buried in the comfort of your blankets— the tears finally starting to slow as exhaustion took over.

you hadn’t expected to hear from jake again after what you saw, so when you heard a soft tapping on your window, your heart leapt in surprise.

you sat up, wiping at your eyes as you cautiously approached the window.

when you saw jake standing outside, his eyes wide and pleading, you hesitated for only a moment before opening it.

“what do you want, jake?” you asked, your voice thick with sadness.

“i need to explain,” he said quickly, climbing inside before you could shut the window again.

“please, just let me explain.”

you crossed your arms over your chest, trying to keep your walls up even though his presence made your heart ache.

“go ahead.”

jake took a deep breath, his voice shaking slightly as he began.

“that girl you saw me with…she’s not who i want. she never has been. she’s just someone from high school who’s had a crush on me for years, and i didn’t want to hurt her feelings, so i tried to let her down gently. but i swear, it was nothing.”

you didn’t say anything, your emotions swirling in a confusing mess as you tried to process his words.

jake stepped closer, his eyes softening as he reached for your hand.

“it’s always been you, princess— since we were kids. i’ve always been in love with you. and this summer…i thought maybe you felt the same way.”

your breath caught in your throat as his words sank in.

all the moments, the stolen glances, the lingering touches—it all made sense now.

but before you could say anything, jake cupped your face gently, his eyes searching yours with desperation.

“i love you,” he whispered.

“i’m so in love with you, it hurts.”

you didn’t let him finish— instead, you pulled him down into a kiss, pouring all of your emotions into it.

it was soft at first, even shy, but as jake’s arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer, it deepened into something more passionate—something that felt like all the pieces finally falling into place.

when you finally pulled away, both of you breathless, jake rested his forehead against yours, a soft smile playing on his lips.

“so…does that mean you feel the same?” he teased gently, though there was still a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

you smiled back, your heart feeling lighter than it had in days.

“yes, jake sim— you bastard, i do.”

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𖠵 . ׅ ࣪ ⌇ SITUATIONSHIP W/ SUNGHOON 2

GENRE ៸៸ fluff & angst ៸ oneshot ﹔ SYPNOSIS┆in which you just can’t move on from sunghoon no matter how hard you try .ᐟㅤ ꒰ WORD COUNT﹕1252 ꒱── 𝓦ARNING(S) not edited ៸ kissing ៸ pet names . ݁ ✦ ݁ . ⊱ LIBRARY . . . ﹕LUNA 💭 — the very long awaited && requested p2!! this was too long to write in text message form im sorry guys :(( ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ part one !

JAKE WAS LIKE A RAY OF SUNSHINE, HE WAS THE SUN WHILE SUNGHOON WAS THE MOON, HE WAS THERE FOR YOU WHEN SUNGHOON WASN’T.

after the ‘breakup’, jake slid into your life like a breath of fresh air.

he was warm, kind, he was basically wrapped around your finger and always knew how to make you smile.

he made you feel seen, appreciated and cherished in a way sunghoon hadn’t in a long time.

but even as you tried to move on with jake, you couldn’t escape the chains of park sunghoon.

every single night since the “breakup” if you could even call it that— there was a new message from him.

“i’m sorry.”

“i miss you.”

“please, i can explain everything. i love you.”

his words were a constant reminder of what you had left behind, of the part deep down inside of you that you oh-so wanted to get rid of— the part of you that still ached for him. — more under cut !

you tried to ignore them, the clawing in your chest, you tried to focus on jake’s laughter and the warmth of his hand in yours.

but no matter how hard you tried, sunghoon’s messages gnawed at you, pulling you back into the mess of your unresolved feelings.

one evening, you were with jake, lying on his couch, your head resting on his chest as his fingers absentmindedly played with your hair.

he was watching some movie, but you couldn’t concentrate.

your phone buzzed again—another message from sunghoon.

you couldn’t help feeling the familiar ache as you opened it, tears glistening in your eyes as you scanned over his latest apology.

you didn’t notice jake looking at you until you felt him shift his body beneath you.

“y/n,” jake’s voice was soft, careful.

you looked up at him, and there was no accusation in his gaze, only a look of understanding.

he brushed a strand of hair behind your ear with a sad smile before speaking again.

“you love him, don’t you?” he asked quietly.

your heart clenched at the truth of his words, the familiar look you had carried with sunghoon in his eyes, the honesty you had been desperately avoiding finally confronting you.

you didn’t answer right away, you couldn’t. instead, you blinked, feeling a heaviness settle in your chest.

“i- no.. i don’t—” you started to say, but jake interrupted with a gentle smile.

“it’s okay,” he whispered with a smile— a genuine smile which you knew you didn’t deserve.

“i can see it when you look at his messages. and… i think you need to talk to him. i don’t want you to have any regrets, y/n. especially not because of me— you’ll never be happy with me if your heart still belongs to him.”

tears welled up in your eyes as you realized how selfless jake was being.

he wasn’t angry or hurt. he just wanted you to be happy, even if it wasn’t with him.

you wrapped your arms around him, holding him close as you whispered, “thank you so much jake, i’m so sorry, i truly don’t deserve you.”

“go talk to him,” he murmured, kissing the top of your head.

“i’ll always be here if you need me.”

later that night, you found yourself sitting on a swing set at the park, the cold autumn night air nipping at your skin.

you had messaged sunghoon, telling him to meet you here, which he responded immediately to, and now you were waiting, your thoughts clouding up in your head as you absentmindedly kicked at the woodchips on the ground.

the sound of footsteps crunching against the gravel made you look up, and there he was—park sunghoon, his face pale in the moonlight, his eyes wide and frantic, panting as if he had been running.

he stopped a few feet away from you, his breath coming in ragged bursts.

“y/n, baby..” he breathed, his voice breaking as he said your name.

you stayed quiet, ignoring the warmth blossoming in your chest at the familiar petname.

you couldn’t bring yourself to speak— watching him as he stood there, trembling slightly.

it wasn’t long before a waterfall of tears had started to fall from his eyes, and he quickly wiped them away, looking almost ashamed.

“i’m so sorry,” he choked out, his voice thick with emotion.

“this isn’t any excuse for what i did— i didn’t mean to hurt you. i only hung out with sara because… i was scared. the last time i let myself care about someone like this, the last time i opened up my heart.. i got hurt so badly. i didn’t know how to handle what i was feeling for you, and i thought if i pushed you away, i wouldn’t get hurt again, i was being selfish. i thought hurting you would make you stop liking me— stop the heartbreak for you.. but i was wrong. nothing’s more terrifying to me than losing you.”

his confession hung in the air, it was raw and honest, and your heart ached for him.

you could see the pain in his eyes, the regret etched into every line and crevice of his face.

but you also knew that forgiveness wouldn’t come easily. he had hurt you so deeply, and it would take time to heal.

but you knew in your heart that denying him, park sunghoon, the man you love would break you even more.

“it’s going to take a while for me to forgive you,” you said softly, standing up from the swing and taking a hesitant step toward him.

“but i’m willing to try.”

sunghoon let out a shaky breath, his eyes lighting up with a glimmer of hope.

he stepped closer, his hands trembling as he reached for yours, pulling you into his arms as you both let out sighs of relief— after being separated for so long, being in his arms felt like sitting in front of the fireplace on a snowy day.

“can i… can i kiss you?”

you nodded with a soft grin, and sunghoon gently cupped your face, leaning in slowly, cautiously, as if afraid to break you all over again.

his lips pressed softly against yours, the kiss soft but filled with so much emotion that it brought tears to your eyes.

when you pulled away, sunghoon wrapped his arms around you, holding you close as if you’d disappear— he was afraid to let go.

“thank you,” he whispered into your hair.

“i won’t mess this up again. i promise, no— i swear on my life.”

you rested your head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart as you felt a flicker of hope begin to bloom inside you.

it would take time, but you felt it in your heart— sunghoon meant it, and that’s when you knew..

even if you had tried to get over park sunghoon, it was quite literally impossible.

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── ❝ ꒰ 𝑀𝒪𝑅𝑁𝐼𝑁𝒢𝑆 𝑊𝐼𝑇𝐻 𝒥𝒜𝐾𝐸 𝒜𝑆 𝒴𝑂𝑈𝑅 𝐵𝑂𝑌𝐹𝑅𝐼𝐸𝑁𝐷 .ᐟㅤ ៸៸ ﹙ 심재윤 ﹚ ᶻ𐰁

GENRE ៸៸ pure fluff ៸ oneshot ﹔ SYPNOSIS┆how waking up with with your boyfriend jake usually goes .ᐟㅤ ꒰ WORD COUNT﹕1518 ꒱── 𝓦ARNING(S) not edited ៸ kissing ៸ skinship ៸ so cheesy ngl T-T ៸ . ݁ ✦ ݁ . ⊱ LIBRARY . . . ﹕LUNA 💭 — classes start tomorrow pls help me im sobbing!! ݁𖥔 ݁˖

THE MORNING SUNLIGHT SLIPPED ITS’ WAY THROUGH THE CURTAINS, gleaming down rays of a beautiful a golden glow over the room.

you stirred slightly, still wrapped in the warmth of the blankets, half-aware of the world slowly coming its way back to life outside.

the quiet chirps of the morning birds drifted in from outside, a comforting background to the peacefulness of the early hour.

you’re on the verge of drifting back to sleep when you feel it—a warm arm slipping around your waist, pulling you closer.

“mm, don’t move,” jake’s sleepy voice murmurs from behind you, his words soft and slightly muffled as he nuzzled his face into the back of your neck.

his hold on you tightens just a little, as if he’s afraid you might disappear if he lets go.

the warmth of his body against yours is comforting, grounding you in the moment and making you smile even before you’ve fully woken up. ──── 𝘔𝘖𝘙𝘌 𝘜𝘕𝘋𝘌𝘙 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘊𝘜𝘛 .ᐟㅤ

you try to shift a little to get more comfortable, but jake lets out a soft sound of protest, his grip on you tightening even more if possible.

“no, stay here,” he whispers, his voice still heavy with sleep.

there’s a clinginess to his tone, a childish insistence that makes your heart flutter with affection.

jake has always had a soft spot for mornings like this, when the world is quiet and it’s just the two of you wrapped up in each other.

“jake,” you murmur, your voice thick with sleep as you try to turn around to face him— but he’s having none of it, keeping you firmly in place, his chest pressed against your back.

his face is buried in your hair, and you can feel his breath, warm and steady, against your neck.

it sends a shiver down your spine, and you can’t help but smile at how adorably clingy he’s being.

“don’t wanna get up,” he mumbles, his voice barely above a whisper.

he sounds so content, so utterly at peace in this moment, that you can’t bring yourself to move either.

there’s something so comforting about the way he holds you, like you’re the most important thing in the world to him, and he’s not ready to let go just yet.

you let yourself relax into his embrace, letting out a content sigh as you feel his fingers begin to trace lazy patterns on your arm.

the touch is light, almost absentminded, but it sends a warmth spreading through you that makes you want to stay in bed forever.

you can feel the steady rise and fall of jake’s chest against your back, the rhythm of his breathing lulling you into a state of drowsiness.

“jake, it’s morning,” you murmur, though there’s no real conviction in your voice.

the idea of getting up and starting the day feels like a distant thought, something that can wait a little longer.

right now, all you want is to stay here, wrapped up in jake’s arms, soaking in the warmth and comfort of his embrace.

“exactly,” he replies, his voice a soft rumble that vibrates through you.

“it’s morning, which means we can stay in bed a little longer.” there’s a teasing lilt to his voice, but it’s undercut by the genuine affection that’s always present when he speaks to you.

he’s always been like this in the mornings—soft, warm, and so full of love that it makes your heart ache in the best way.

you chuckle softly, the sound barely audible in the quiet room.

“you’re so clingy in the mornings,” you tease, though there’s no bite to your words.

if anything, you find it endearing, the way jake always wants to be close to you, especially when the world is still waking up.

“can you blame me?” he asks, his voice playful as he presses a soft kiss to the back of your neck.

the touch is featherlight, but it sends a jolt of warmth through you that makes your breath catch.

“you’re so warm and cozy. why would i ever want to leave?”

you can’t help the smile that spreads across your face at his words.

jake has always had a way of making you feel special, like you’re the only person in the world who matters to him.

it’s in the way he looks at you, the way he holds you, the way he always finds a reason to be close to you, even when there’s no real need.

it’s in these quiet moments, when it’s just the two of you, that you feel the depth of his love the most.

you turn your head slightly, just enough to catch a glimpse of him out of the corner of your eye.

his face is half-hidden in your hair, but you can see the soft smile playing on his lips, the way his eyes are still half-closed in contentment.

there’s something so incredibly peaceful about the way he looks right now, like he’s completely at ease, completely happy just being here with you.

“jake,” you whisper, your voice barely audible, but he hears it—he always does.

he hums softly in response, the sound a low, comforting vibration that you feel more than hear.

you can’t help but reach up to tangle your fingers in his hair, the soft strands slipping through your fingers like silk.

it’s a small, intimate gesture, but it speaks volumes about the affection you share.

“mm, that feels nice,” he murmurs, his voice full of contentment.

he leans into your touch, his eyes fluttering shut as he lets out a soft sigh.

there’s something so incredibly sweet about the way he responds to your touch, like he can’t get enough of you, like he needs your warmth and affection to start his day off right.

you smile, your heart swelling with affection for the boy lying beside you.

“you’re so cute, it’s unfair.” you whisper, unable to keep the words from slipping out.

it’s the truth, after all. jake is the cutest when he’s like this—half-asleep, clingy, and completely wrapped up in you.

he chuckles softly, the sound low and full of warmth.

“i could say the same about you,” he replies, his voice laced with affection.

he shifts slightly, just enough to press a soft kiss to your temple, his lips warm and gentle against your skin.

“you’re the cutest thing in the world to me.”

his words make your heart skip a beat, a warm blush spreading across your cheeks.

jake has always been good with words, always knows just what to say to make you feel like the most special person in the world.

but it’s not just the words—it’s the way he says them, the way he looks at you, the way he holds you like you’re the most precious thing in his life.

you turn in his arms, finally managing to face him fully.

his eyes are still half-lidded with sleep, but they’re full of warmth and love as they meet yours.

there’s a softness in his expression, a tender affection that makes your heart swell with love for him.

“hi,” you whisper, your voice soft and radiating affection for the boy.

“hi,” he replies, a sleepy smile tugging at his lips.

he shifts slightly, his arms still wrapped securely around you as he pulls you even closer.

“did i mention how much i love mornings like this?” he asks, his voice playful but sincere.

you chuckle, the sound full of affection as you reach up to cup his cheek.

“only about a hundred-million times,” you tease, though you can’t keep the smile off your face.

there’s something so incredibly sweet about the way jake treasures these moments with you, the way he always finds a way to make even the simplest mornings feel special.

“then i’ll say it a hundred-million times more,” he replies, his voice full of warmth.

he leans in to press a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead, his lips warm and gentle against your skin.

“because i really do love mornings like this— i honestly feel like i could die right now.”

you smile, your heart swelling with love for the boy in your arms.

“i love them too,” you whisper, your voice full of sincerity. “i love you, jake.”

he beams at your words, his eyes shining with happiness.

“i love you too,” he replies, his voice full of affection.

he leans in to press another soft kiss to your lips, the touch gentle and full of love.

“more than anything.”

you kiss him back, your heart overflowing with love for him. in this moment, everything feels perfect—like the world outside doesn’t exist, and it’s just the two of you, wrapped up in each other’s love.

and as you hold him close, you know that there’s nowhere else you’d rather be than here, in jake’s arms, sharing this perfect, quiet morning with the person you love more than anything.

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── ❝ ꒰ 𝒲𝐻𝐸𝑁 𝒴𝑂𝑈 𝐻𝑈𝑅𝑇 𝒯𝐻𝐸𝑀 𝐷𝑈𝑅𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝐴𝑁 𝒜𝑅𝐺𝑈𝑀𝐸𝑁𝑇 .ᐟㅤ ៸៸﹙ 엔하이픈 ﹚ ᶻ𐰁

GENRE ៸៸ angst ៸ hyung line ﹔ SYPNOSIS┆in which the aftermath of a harsh argument takes place .ᐟㅤ ꒰ WORD COUNT﹕0.5k-1k per member ꒱── 𝓦ARNING(S) not edited ៸ arguing ៸ skinship ៸ a bit repetitive:c ៸ . ݁ ✦ ݁ . ⊱ LIBRARY . . . ﹕LUNA 💭 — srry for inactivity:( imy guys<3 𖥔 ݁˖

୨୧ ‎이희승 ── 𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆

after the argument, heeseung locks himself in his room, a common behavior you’ve come to expect when things get tense between you.

usually, he just needs a moment to cool down, but this time, it feels different—like there’s a deeper wound you’ve left behind.

you stand outside his door, taking a breath before knocking gently. "heeseung, can we talk?"

for a second, there’s only silence— then, you hear the soft creak of the bed, but no answer.

you hesitate before turning the knob, stepping into the dim-lit room.

he’s sitting at the edge of his bed, staring at the floor, his hands clasped tightly between his knees.

you felt your heart break at the sight— he looked lost, his usual playful warmth replaced with a heavy sadness.

you quietly sit next to him, the air between you feeling fragile.

“heeseung,” you whisper, your voice soft, “i’m really sorry. i never meant to hurt you.” ─── 𝘔𝘖𝘙𝘌 𝘜𝘕𝘋𝘌𝘙 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘊𝘜𝘛 !

he doesn’t say anything at first, his lips pressed into a thin line as he exhales slowly.

when he finally speaks, his voice is low and filled with vulnerability.

“you say that, but… it feels like you don’t think before you speak. like… you don’t care how it makes me feel.”

his words hit you hard, and tears prick at your eyes. “i do care, hee. i care so much. i just—”

you take a deep breath, feeling the guilt swell in your chest.

“i was upset, and i let my emotions get the best of me. i don’t want you to feel like i don’t care. you mean everything to me.”

heeseung finally looks at you, his eyes softer but still guarded.

“i don’t like fighting with you,” he whispers, his voice barely audible.

“it makes me feel like i’m losing you.”

the vulnerability in his voice shatters the distance between you, and without thinking, you reach for his hand, holding it tightly.

“you’re not losing me, heeseung,” you murmur, tears threatening to spill.

“i’m not going anywhere. i love you, and i’ll do better, i promise.”

for the first time, a small, hesitant smile tugs at the corners of his lips.

he squeezes your hand back, his grip warm and reassuring.

“i love you too,” he whispers, leaning in to rest his forehead against yours.

“let’s not do this again, okay?”

you nod, closing your eyes as you lean into him, the weight of the argument fading as his arms wrap around you. “okay. i promise.”

୨୧ ‎박종성 ── 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆

jay stands in the kitchen, his back to you as he rinses a dish in the sink.

his movements are slow and deliberate, and the tension in the air is thick.

he hasn’t said much since your argument, and it’s killing you inside.

jay is rarely ever angry, but when he is, it’s a quiet kind of anger that makes the silence feel unbearable.

you approach him cautiously, feeling the weight of your words hanging between you.

“jay…” you begin softly, reaching out to gently touch his arm.

he stiffens for a moment but doesn’t pull away.

“i’m sorry,” you whisper, your voice trembling slightly. “i didn’t mean to hurt you.”

jay turns off the faucet, placing the dish down with a soft clink before turning around to face you.

his expression is calm, but his eyes are clouded with hurt.

“it’s not just about the argument,” he says quietly. “it’s the way you said things… like you didn’t even think about how it would make me feel.”

his words make your heart sink, and you immediately regret everything you said in the heat of the moment.

“i was upset,” you murmur, tears gathering in your eyes.

“but that’s not an excuse. i’m so sorry, jay. you didn’t deserve that.”

jay’s gaze softens as he sees the tears welling up in your eyes, and he takes a step closer, reaching out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear.

“i know you didn’t mean it,” he says quietly, his voice more gentle now. “but it still hurt.”

your heart aches at the sadness in his voice, and you reach up, gently cupping his face in your hands.

“i’ll do better, jay,” you whisper, your thumb brushing over his cheek.

“i love you, and i never want to make you feel like this again.”

jay lets out a small sigh, his shoulders finally relaxing as he leans into your touch.

“i just… i don’t want to fight with you,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper. “i hate it.”

you shake your head, stepping closer until your forehead is pressed against his chest.

“me neither,” you whisper, your voice thick with emotion. “i love you too much to fight like this.”

jay wraps his arms around you, pulling you into a tight embrace.

“we’re okay,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head.

“we’ll always be okay.”

୨୧ ‎심재윤 ── 𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐌

jake sits on the couch, his arms crossed as he stares blankly at the tv.

the usually vibrant energy between you two has been replaced by a heavy, painful silence.

you hate it when things are like this—when jake shuts down and distances himself after an argument.

you sit beside him quietly, your heart racing with guilt and regret.

“jake…” you begin softly, your voice barely above a whisper. “i’m really sorry.”

he doesn’t say anything for a long moment, his jaw clenched as he looks away from you.

his silence makes your heart ache, and you feel the weight of your words sinking deeper into your chest.

“i didn’t mean what i said,” you continue, your voice trembling with emotion.

“i was upset, and i said things i shouldn’t have. but i didn’t mean any of it.”

jake finally turns his head slightly, his expression softening as he hears the sincerity in your voice.

“you always say you didn’t mean it,” he mutters, his voice quiet but filled with hurt.

“but it still hurts me, you know?”

tears prick at your eyes as you reach for his hand, grasping it tightly.

“i know it does,” you whisper, your voice breaking.

“and i’m so sorry, jake. i never want to hurt you. i love you so much, and i hate when we’re like this.”

jake’s expression softens even more as he hears the crack in your voice.

he finally turns to face you fully, his gaze filled with a mixture of frustration and affection.

“i just… i don’t like it when we fight,” he admits quietly, his voice barely audible.

“it makes me feel like you don’t trust me.”

your heart breaks at the vulnerability in his voice, and you immediately wrap your arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace.

“i do trust you, jake,” you whisper, tears falling down your cheeks.

“i trust you with everything. i’m so sorry for making you feel like i don’t.”

jake lets out a small, shaky breath as he leans into your embrace, his arms wrapping around you in return.

“i just want us to be okay,” he murmurs against your shoulder, his voice soft and shaky.

“we are,” you whisper, holding him even tighter.

“we’re always going to be okay— no matter what, jake. i love you.”

jake pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes filled with warmth despite the lingering sadness.

“i love you too,” he whispers, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your forehead.

“let’s not fight again, okay?”

you nod, resting your head against his chest as you both sit in comfortable silence, the warmth of his embrace melting away the tension.

୨୧ ‎박성훈 ── 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍

sunghoon sits by the window, his arms wrapped around himself as he stares out at the lively city below.

his usual calm, collected demeanor has cracked, and you can see the hurt in his eyes even from across the room.

he’s quiet, too quiet, and it makes your heart ache.

you take a deep breath and approach him slowly, unsure of how to break the heavy silence.

“sunghoon?” you whisper, your voice soft and hesitant.

he doesn’t even turn to look at you, his gaze fixed on the window.

“what?” he mutters, his voice colder than usual, but you can hear the hurt underneath it.

“i’m really sorry,” you say quietly, sitting down beside him.

“i didn’t want to hurt you.”

sunghoon lets out a small, bitter laugh, shaking his head slightly.

“you say that,” he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. “but it doesn’t stop it from hurting.”

your heart tightens at the vulnerability in his voice, and you reach out to gently take his hand.

“i know,” you whisper, squeezing his hand lightly.

“and i’ll do better. i don’t want to make you feel like this, sunghoon. you mean everything to me.”

he stays quiet for a moment, his fingers twitching slightly in your grasp. when he finally speaks, his voice is softer, more vulnerable.

“it just… it feels like you don’t think before you say things. like you don’t care how it makes me feel.”

tears prick at your eyes as you realize how much your words have hurt him.

you gently cup his face with your free hand, turning him to look at you.

“i do care, sunghoon,” you whisper, your voice trembling. “i care so much. i love you, and i’m so sorry. please don’t shut me out.”

sunghoon’s eyes finally meet yours, and the walls he’s put up seem to crumble.

he lets out a small, shaky breath and leans into your touch, his forehead resting gently against yours.

“i just don’t want to lose you,” he whispers, his voice barely audible.

“you won’t,” you murmur, your glistening tears rolling down your cheeks.

“i’m not going anywhere, sunghoon. i promise.”

he closes his eyes, letting the tension drain from his body as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you close.

“i love you, even though you can be a bit much..” he whispers, his voice soft and teasing.

“i love you too,” you whisper back with a grin, holding him tightly as the hurt between you fades away, replaced with warmth and understanding.

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GENRE ៸៸ suggestive ៸ b2l ៸ oneshot ﹔ SYPNOSIS┆in which you and jake can’t ignore your feelings for each other anymore.ᐟㅤ ꒰ WORD COUNT﹕1559 ꒱── 𝓦ARNING(S) not proofread ៸ very suggestive!! ៸ skinship ៸ . ݁ ✦ ݁ . ⊱ LIBRARY . . . ﹕LUNA 💭 —ngl this was so freaky of me im sorry!!(✿ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) ݁𖥔 ݁˖

YOU NEVER THOUGHT THINGS WITH JAKE SIM COULD BE ANYTHING MORE THAN A FRIENDSHIP.

well, maybe you did—maybe you've thought about it more than you’d care to admit.

but for so long, you've kept those feelings locked away, buried under the bond of being "best friends."

you've known jake for years, seen him at his best and his worst.

you've laughed until you cried at his terrible jokes, stayed up late watching movies, even fallen asleep on his shoulder more times than you can count.

for the longest time, you convinced yourself that what you felt for jake was the kind of love you reserved for a friend—a really good friend, but nothing more.

lately, though, it's been different.

it's not just the little glances he gives you when he thinks you aren't paying attention, or the way his hand seems to linger on your lower back when he hugs you goodbye. ── 𝘔𝘖𝘙𝘌 𝘜𝘕𝘋𝘌𝘙 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘊𝘜𝘛 .ᐟㅤ

no, it's the way your heart speeds up when he's near, the way your pulse races when his voice drops low, just for you.

the way your breath catches when his eyes flicker to your lips during a conversation, even if he doesn't kiss you.

the lines have blurred—lines you swore to yourself wouldn't cross, and tonight, they feel like they're disappearing altogether.

you're at one of jake's usual parties, something casual with a few friends, but you can hardly focus on the conversations going on around you.

the music blasts softly in the background, and you're very aware of the dress you chose for the evening.

it's unlike anything you'd normally wear in front of him-delicate, fitted in all the right places, with the perfect amount of skin that makes you feel bold.

it's a quiet statement, one you're hoping he'll notice.

and oh, he's noticed.

from the moment you walked through the door, his eyes had been on you—an intensity behind them that you haven't seen before.

every time you catch him looking, your heart flutters, and you wonder if tonight will finally be the night when everything changes.

when the night winds down, and everyone else says their goodbyes, it's just you and jake left.

the silence in his apartment feels heavy, filled with the weight of unspoken words.

you sit on the couch, trying to play it cool, but you can't help the way your mind is racing, wondering if he's feeling what you're feeling right now.

jake stands in the doorway of the kitchen, watching you, and for a moment, neither of you says anything.

the tension is thick, you could probably cut it with a knife.

"you're quiet tonight," jake finally says, his voice softer than usual, his eyes still on you in a way that makes your skin tingle.

you shrug, trying to act casual even though you're anything but. "just... thinking."

"about what?" he asks, walking over to the couch and sitting down beside you.

not just beside you—closer than usual, his knee brushes against yours, and the contact sends a jolt of electricity through you.

you swallow, trying to keep your composure.

but the air feels too thick, too charged. "you..me, us."

jake's brow furrows slightly, his eyes searching your face for answers. "what about us?"

you take a deep breath, knowing you're standing on the edge of something that could either change everything or break it.

"do you ever think about... crossing that line? the one we've been avoiding for a while?"

his gaze sharpens at your words, and for a moment, he says nothing, his silence speaking volumes.

his hand comes up to rest on the back of the couch behind you, fingers lightly grazing your shoulder.

it's such a simple gesture, but the touch feels loaded, like he's testing the waters, seeing how far he can go.

"every day," jake admits quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. "i think about it all the time.”

your heart skips a beat at his confession, and suddenly, it's like the doors have finally opened.

the tension that's been simmering between you for months rushes to the surface, impossible to ignore anymore.

"i don't want to keep pretending," he continues, his eyes locked on yours now, filled with an intensity that makes your stomach twist in anticipation.

"i don't want you like a best friend."

his words hit you like a wave, and you can't breathe, can't think.

it's what you've been wanting to hear, but now that it's out in the open, it feels all too big to grasp all at once.

"i... i don't either," you manage to whisper, your voice shaky and nervous. "i haven't for a long time."

the confession hangs in the air between you, heavy and real.

jake's fingers move to your chin, gently lifting your face so you're forced to meet his gaze.

there's something vulnerable in his eyes, like he's laying all his cards on the table, waiting for you to do the same.

"you drive me crazy, you know that?" his thumb brushes softly over your cheek, the touch sending sparks down your spine.

"every time i'm with you, i have to stop myself from... from doing this."

before you can ask what he means, jake leans in, his lips hovering inches from yours.

the anticipation makes your head spin, your heart pounding in your chest as you wait for him to close the distance.

and when he does, it feels like the world stops.

his lips are soft, hesitant at first, as if he's giving you the chance to pull away.

but you don't—instead, you lean into him, your hands finding their way to his chest, clutching the fabric of his shirt as if to steady yourself.

the kiss deepens, slow and consuming, like both of you are finally letting go of everything you’ve been holding back.

jake's hand moves to your waist, pulling you closer until you're practically sitting in his lap.

his fingers trace patterns on your skin, burning through the fabric of your dress, and all you can think about is how much you've wanted this-how long you've been waiting for him.

when you finally pull apart, breathless and flushed, jake rests his forehead against yours, his breathing ragged.

there's a look in his eyes that you've never seen before, something raw and filled with want.

"you're all i think about," he murmurs, his voice raspy. "every time i'm with you, it's like i forget how to pretend."

your heart races as you take in his words, and you know there's no going back now.

the truth is out there, hanging between you, and you're both too far gone to stop.

"i bought this dress for you, you know," you say softly, your voice trembling with anticipation as you run your hands down his chest. "i didn't buy it for no reason."

jake's brow furrows slightly in confusion, but the way his eyes darken with understanding makes your breath hitch.

"what do you mean?" he asks, though you can tell he's starting to piece it together.

your fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt as you pull him closer, your lips brushing against his ear as you whisper,

"i only bought this dress so you could take it off."

jake's breath hitches, and for a moment, everything feels suspended in the tension between you.

his hand tightens on your waist, and when he pulls back to look at you, there's a fire in his eyes that makes your skin tingle with excitement.

"you're killing me," he mutters, but there's a teasing grin on his face as his fingers trail down your arm, grazing the edge of the dress.

you smile, leaning in to press a kiss to his jaw, your lips lingering on his skin as you whisper, "then do something about it."

jake doesn't need to be told twice.

in one swift motion, he lifts you onto his lap, his hands gripping your waist as his lips crash into yours again.

the kiss is different this time-deeper, more desperate, like he's making up for all the time you've both spent pretending.

his hands move to the zipper of your dress, fingers fumbling slightly as he pulls it down, the sound loud in the quiet of the room.

your heart pounds in your chest as his hands roam your body, every touch igniting a fire in your veins.

the dress slips off your shoulders, and jake pulls back for a moment to look at you, his eyes dark with desire.

"you're beautiful," he murmurs, his voice low and filled with awe.

you feel a blush rise to your cheeks, but you don't have time to be self-conscious.

jake's lips are back on yours, his hands sliding up your bare back as he pulls you closer, your bodies pressed together in a way that makes you forget everything else.

it's been building to this for so long-the stolen glances, the lingering touches, the unspoken words.

now, it's all out in the open, and neither of you are holding back anymore.

as you fall back against the couch, jake hovering over you, his eyes filled with nothing but want and love, you realize that this was always where you were meant to end up—with him.

and tonight, everything that's been unsaid will finally be spoken.

© won4kiss 2024

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SAFETY NET ⸺ SIM JAEYUN

genres! fluff, established relationship

word count! 371

playlist! safety net by Ariana Grande

Jake Sim was truly something, the man felt like a dream. You couldn’t quite put your finger on what had you falling so hard and so fast, though there were a myriad of reasons to fall in love with him.

He was the epitome of beauty and kindness, you were almost certain the heavens were created in his honor, he was everything good and pure in this world, an earth angel many would say.

His cherubic eyes sparkled with every smile and every laugh, the fluff of his chocolate brown hair, voice that dripped like honey from his beauteous lips only speaking the kindest of words, his lean body like an ancient sculpture of a Greek god, the protruding veins in his forearms that traveled through his backhands towards his lengthy slim fingers, but his charm went beyond the physical.

Jake was beautiful in the mind, his gray matter being one of his most admirable qualities, always remaining humble despite his immense success as an artist, his tenderhearted nature and virtuous spirit, his air of benignity and sense of social consciousness, his good-willed attitude, and his ability to be pristine in who he was as a person; perennial in staying true to himself.

He was your guardian angel, he had a way of providing you with exactly the kind of safety and security you needed, assuring you of your significance in his life without you ever needing to ask, his strong arms would wrap around you conciliating any trace of discontent.

Truth be told when you first met Jake you initially hadn’t been looking for love, content with your current path in life but one flash of his winsome smile now had you off track and you don’t know if you should fight or flight although after some time you found you didn’t mind, not when it was him at least.

You were falling hard and you were falling fast for Jake Sim with nothing to soften the descent, your love for him inexhaustible and it scared you, how out of control you were spiraling because of this man but unbeknownst to you Jake’s arms would always be your safety net, ready to catch you no matter when, where or how.

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