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slipping away ໒ྀི sjy

𝓈ynopsis : in which jake continuously comes home late and doesn't make an effort anymore.

pt.2 !! 𝙱ℯ𝓎ℴ𝓃𝒹 ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀᴀᴋᴇ

content : fem!reader // angst // warnings : cheating // ᴡᴄ.1909

he promised he would be home by 8; it's currently 11:47.

this wasn't out of the ordinary. every night the same disappointment. eight would come and go, but he'd never walk through the door until 12, sometimes even 1.

the tv served as background noise as the clock continued to click. your eyes felt heavy as you continued to wait for him, not caring how many times he has told you not to.

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you continuously glanced at your phone, even though you knew there wouldn't be any new messages. there never were.

part of you wanted to be angry, to finally say something when he walked through the door. but another part–maybe the weaker part–just hoped he had a good reason–you always gave him the benefit of the doubt. always.

you tried to push away the nagging thoughts creeping into your mind. what if he wasn't coming back? what if something happened? or worse… what if he was with someone else? but you quickly dismissed them. he wouldn't do that. not him.

but than again, why did it feel like he was slipping further away each night? why did the silence grow louder, the excuses more rehearsed? you knew you should be more assertive, confront him, but every time you gather the courage. it crumbled under the weight of your fears.

your fingers traced the edge of the couch, feeling the familiar texture of the worn fabric, memories of happier times flood your mind. times when he would rush home, eager to see you, when your laughter filled the room, and the hours slipped by unnoticed. those days felt so distant now, like a dream you couldn't quite remember upon walking.

the clock struck midnight, a final reminder he was late again. you sighed, a mix of sadness and doubt settling upon your chest. maybe tonight would be different, maybe he'd walk through that door with an explanation that actually made sense. or maybe tonight would be the night… you would finally stop waiting.

it was 12:38.. he finally walked through the door. his shoulders slumped as he took off his coat and placed his shoes in the cubby.

you walk up to him, hugging him so tightly, as if he would disappear at any moment. he hesitantly hugged you back, as if he didn't know who you were.

as you pulled away, you searched his face, hoping to find some reassurance, some sign that the man you fell in love with was still there. but his eyes were distant, unfocused, as if he was somewhere else entirely.  the words you had rehearsed a thousand times in your head–questions about where he had been, why was he late, if everything was late–died on your lips.

he gave you a tired smile, the type that never quite reached his eyes anymore. "sorry, work ran late," he muttered, his voice flat, devoid of any real apology. he brushed past you, heading towards the kitchen as if the conversation was already over.

you stood there for a moment, frozen, the air thick with words left unspoken. you wanted to scream, demand answers, to make him know how much this was affecting you, how much his careless actions hurt you. but instead you just followed him, watching as he poured himself a cup of water.

"did you eat?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

he nodded, not looking up. "yeah, grabbed something on the way,"

another lie, you thought. you knew he hadn’t eaten; you could see it in the way he avoided your eyes, in the way his hand trembled slightly as he set the glass down. but you didn’t push, didn’t call him out. you were too tired, too worn out from the endless cycle of waiting, worrying, and pretending that everything was okay.

you stood in the doorway, watching him as he leaned against the counter, his gaze fixed on the floor. he looked like a man who had the weight of the world on his shoulders, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that he was carrying something else too—something he wasn’t willing to share with you.

finally, he looked up, meeting your eyes for the briefest of moments before glancing away. "i'm gonna head to bed," he said, his voice hollow.

you nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat. "i'll be up in a bit."

he walked past you, his footsteps heavy, like every step was an effort. you listened as he climbed the stairs, the creak of the old wood echoing through the quiet house. when you heard the bedroom door close, you let out a breath you didn't realize you’d been holding.

alone in the silence, you felt the tears welling up, but you refused to let them fall. not tonight. not again.

you walked back to the living room, the tv still flickering with images you weren’t really watching. you sank onto the couch, pulling your knees to your chest, feeling small and fragile in the vast emptiness of the room.

you couldn’t keep doing this—waiting for a man who was already halfway out the door. but the thought of confronting him, of demanding the truth, terrified you. because deep down, you knew that whatever he said might shatter the fragile illusion you’d been clinging to for so long.

you wiped your eyes, determined not to cry. maybe tomorrow would be different. maybe tomorrow, you'd finally find the strength to ask him the questions you were too scared to ask tonight.

or maybe tomorrow, you'd finally accept the truth you’d been avoiding for far too long.

–

you had fallen asleep on the couch, too emotionally drained to move even an inch. the soft hum of the tv, now just static, was the only sound in the room, a quiet reminder of the night before.

when you woke, the sun was already creeping through the blinds, casting slivers of light across the living room. your body ached from the awkward position, and your mind felt just as heavy as when you’d closed your eyes. for a moment, you lay there, replaying what had happened last night repeatedly in your mind like a broken record.

you opened your phone to check the time–8:12, he had already left for work. you sigh and get up from the couch to freshen up.

as you were brushing your teeth, you got a message from an unknown person. you opend the message and almost dropped your phone in the sink.

it was a picture of jake. not just any picture tho, it was a picture of him and a girl. his arm wrapped around her waist as she was kissing his neck.

you stumble backwards, frozen and in shock. this had to be fake, someone was playing a trick on you. there was no way that was your jake, the jake you had given you entire heart to, the person you thought you would marry one day, the person you thought you knew.

your body started to shake as tears ran down your face. 

you tried to steady yourself, gripping the edge of the sink as your mind raced, desperately searching for some explanation that would make this all go away. but no matter how much you wanted to believe it was some cruel joke, the image on your phone was painfully real. the jake in that photo, the one with his arm around another girl, didn’t look like the man you thought you knew.

your hands trembled as you stared at the screen, the tears blurring your vision. How could he do this? How could he betray you like this after everything? Memories of the nights you spent waiting for him, worried and alone, flooded back to you. All those times he said he was working late, all the empty apologies… it all started to make sense now, but it didn’t make it hurt any less.

you sank to the floor, feeling like the ground had been ripped out from under you. the trust you had in him, the love you shared—it felt like it was all shattering into pieces. you wanted to scream, to throw your phone across the room, to do something, anything, to make the pain stop. but all you could do was sit there, numb and broken, as the tears kept falling.

your mind kept flashing back to the moments when you were so sure that he was the one—the way he used to make you laugh, the promises you made to each other, the dreams you shared about the future. you never imagined this would happen, that the person you loved the most would be the one to hurt you this deeply.

as you sat there, the shock slowly started to give way to anger. how could he lie to you like this? how could he throw away everything you had together for someone else? the image of him with that girl was burned into your mind, a painful reminder of his betrayal.

you knew you had to confront him, but the thought of facing him, of hearing whatever excuses he might try to give, made you feel sick. but you also knew you couldn’t just ignore this, couldn’t just pretend like it didn’t happen. 

wiping your tears, you forced yourself to stand, your legs feeling shaky beneath you. you didn’t know what you were going to say, or how you were going to handle this, but one thing was clear—you couldn’t keep living in the dark, waiting for him to come home, wondering where he really was. it was time to face the truth, no matter how painful it might be.

but as you stared at the photo one last time, something inside you snapped. you realized that you didn’t owe him a confrontation, didn’t need to hear his excuses or lies. he had already broken your heart—why give him the chance to hurt you even more?

you grabbed your suitcase from the closet and began tossing your clothes inside. every piece of clothing you threw into the suitcase felt like a small step toward reclaiming your life. you packed quickly, not allowing yourself to think too much, just acting on instinct

you grabbed your essentials, leaving behind anything that reminded you of him. there was no point in taking those memories with you. you wanted to leave it all behind—the lies, the heartbreak, the empty promises.

finally, with your suitcase packed, you took one last look around the room. the life you thought you had here was gone, shattered by a single photo. but as painful as it was, you knew you couldn’t stay. you couldn’t keep living in a place that no longer felt like home.

you left a note on the kitchen table, short and to the point: "I know. Don’t bother looking for me."

with that, you grabbed your suitcase, wiped away the last of your tears, and walked out the door. the sun was still shining, the world still turning, but everything had changed for you. you didn’t know where you were going, but you knew you had to get away, to start over somewhere new, where the pieces of your heart might have a chance to heal.

kpi’s notes 🗒️ : hi guys!! some angst cuz im feeling emo 👩🏽‍🎤 n e wayzzz hope you enjoyed it ❤️❤️❤️

From a Distance

pairing : best friend!jake x reader

genre : angst, slice of life (?), one-sided love

warnings : none

a/n : i was listening to a song and got inspired to write this (lowk based on true experiences lolz) also not proofread

You find yourself stuck in a situation you can’t back out of.

Agreeing to fake date your best friend so he can make his crush jealous ?? cliche as ever but you agreed to it anyway.

Why? because you’d do anything for him.

Jake, the boy who promised to marry you when you were grown ups because you both liked vanilla ice cream with rainbow sprinkles when you were 5.

Jake, the boy who stood up for you when a kid was picking on you when you were 8.

Jake, the boy who you used to raid the pantry with and eat all the candy until you got yourselves sick when you were 11.

Jake, the boy who went with you to your first school dance because he claimed other girls had cooties when you were 14.

Jake, the boy who comforted you during your first heartbreak when you were 16.

Jake, the boy who is your best friend and forever will be.

So why do you feel all fuzzy inside when he holds your hand in the hallway?

Why do you want it all to be real when you start feeling butterflies whenever you’re around him?

But then you feel a pang in your heart when he tells you that he’s finally scored a date with his crush.

You feel your heart stinging when you watch them across the street through the window of the café as he’s laughing with someone else.

That someone who isn’t you, that someone who will never be you.

Feeling defeated you push your feelings aside. Why? because he’s your best friend after all

So in the end,

“it’s better to love you from a distance”

╰┈➤ note that all work & content belongs to me @woniecore do not plagiarize, steal, modify, and (or) upload on any platforms.

i kind of don’t like how rushed and short from a distance is so i’m probably going to rewrite it into an actual fic with dialogue and all of that jazz 😍