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ahhhh can u do the trend where you call them your husband?? plsss <3
đđ DEAR HUSBAND



ft. enha hyung line ⷠfluff wc. 0.3k warning.none © atrirose tiktok m.list

HEESEUNG : "nothing I'm just with my husband, yeah okay i will call you later" looks at you with big doe eyes, did you just called him husband really, his face was filled with warmth "your husband? really you mean it" looks at you anticipation "yeah who else would be my husband" gives you his hands "okay put a ring on it" you burst into laughter at his cuteness "you want me to purpose to you hee" bambi eyes stared at you with excitment "yes, call me hubby yn" kisses you softly "hubby" giggles arupts from him.
JAY : "can i get a coke with that oh and my husband would like a strawberry leomenade with extra ice" jay was scrolling through his phone but as soon as he heard husband , you swear you have never seen him turn so fast "husband? me" points at himself with wide eyes "yeah you" you said with smile "yeah bro you heard that, would you like to come to our wedding" he asked the person taking your order "JAY YOU DON'T KNOW HIM" "AND THE POINT? WE ARE GETTING MARRIED, oh wait let me tell my dad" and you just sat there with red face as he went on and on about the wedding
JAKE : "yeah that will be all, babe what do you want" jake looks at you while snuggling with layal "can i have chicken wings please" you nod in response "and my husband would like to have chicken wings" he was shocked but that was only for a spilt second "yes and please give us newly married discount please" screams loud so the persons taking order hears "babe calm down what would you like to drink" he looks at you with puppy eyes "a coke please" you went on ordering "and he would-" doesnt lets you finish "who he? who is he? am your husband, wifey" at this point even layla is concerned about him "my wifey", so mainly he was very loud and then called your mom spilling all the tea looking all proud, he is the favorite child try hard yn
SUNGHOON : "can you call me, my phone is lost" dials you number "oho my heart huh? hoon so cringey" you said pulling his cheeks "shut up yn" he saw your phone buzz under the table "there i will bring it" as soon as he saw the contact name with a heart and written husband he couldn't help but bouce "babe whats this" he shows the phone with giggles "you are my husband hoon" bounce pt2 "wait you meant to write it, like you saved this right, did you misspell it" â "how can i misspell it, and yeah of course i mean it" hugs you tight pressing kisses on your head "okay lets get married soon"




𩱠° â CALLING ENHYPEN PRETTY BOY
Ë ft. enha members | g. fluff Ë warning. f!reader , none | theme. sfw , headcanon | TIKTOK SERIES

# . â HEESEUNG : "what? repeat what you said" did not believe his ear, did you really call him that "I said can you pass me the remote pretty boy" shook, speechless, will cry any minute, you took mental note to call him pretty boy everytime you talk to him, its a must, he needs to hear it more, he deserves it. no one should make him feel otherwise, protect this boi :(.
# . â JAY : "what are you doing my pretty boy" not surprised, barely had any reactions but his inner self is screaming, jumping, rolling, silding down the wall, "nothing much just working on this song, about you" now its your time to get excited but yours is visible, you shake him asking more about the song "wait what really jay, tell me more about it-" â "its pretty boy" he pulls you on his lap as he shows you his notepad "it really got to your head didn't it?" you said "your fault" .
# . â JAKE : "hi pretty boy" that was a mistake in a sense, firstly he choked on the ramen he was eating and secondly you think he is not breathing, just looking at you with big eyes "wow jake you are so dramatic" walks towards you as he sits himself down and rubs his cheeks on yours "yeah maybe! but that just made me happiest man for the next 10 no 100 years" he is quite vocal about it and it made you embarrassed "call me that infront of the members okay?" he smiled as you buried your face in his chest "its embarrassing" squeezes you in a tight hug "no its not hehe, im sure they will be jealous"
# . â SUNGHOON : "YN ! HOW DO I LOOK?" he was excited it was your 1st anniversary and he did his best to do his hair and put on his best clothes "you always look good, pretty boy" he brushed his hands across the table to find the perfume he bought "yeah and- wait what? what did say?" looks at you with a serious face "you look good, my pretty boy?" you almost thought you offended him until you saw him blushing and hiding his face "yn im already madly in love with you. how much more do you want me to fall" you smiled at his behavior "insanely"
# . â SUNOO : "yn can you please hurry up, we are not going for pairs fashion week, its just THE MALL" he said frowning with a very kissable pout which you did peck as you got of the bathroom after your millionth try of making your eyeliner symmetrical "lets go pretty boy" you said as you took his hand "pretty boy?" would not let it slide, respectfuly asks you to NEVER call him sunoo because its only pretty boy from now on "I guess I will let you slide this one time but hurry up next time"
# . â JUNGWON : "did you eat it" jungwon stood infront of you towering you "eat what? pretty boy" there goes his attempt to intimate you, yes you did eat his precious curry he saved, which he physically defended against jay "yn you can't do that" squats down and hids his face "do want?" you asked tickling his ears, he brushed your hands off lightly "say things that make me nervous-" you know he likes it but apperently you have to make fun of him "so you don't like it?" looks at you with a panic look "no no i did not say that, I mean I like it, I was- yeah keep calling me that" the curry was completely forgotten as you survived once again.
# . â NIKI : "hi pretty boy" looks at you with most horrid reaction "what..?" you repeat yourself for him to spourt nonsense "you can't say that shhh!! what if someone hear you" you almost want to slap him "and what about it-" â "iT HURTS MY MANLINESS" bro was đ "niki shut up or I will really hurt your 'manliness' ye" he can't be serious right now "call me handsome bruh" smirks for no reason "pretty boy" then you guys went on arguing until you came to the deal that calling him pretty was only to be done private

AN. I'm sorry I'm really inactive and haven't answered any asks but I wanted to write this đ also I would get butterflies even if I utter the word pretty for anyone, but just on that note you all are beautiful, and im proud of you, keep going đđ

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pairings: teacher!jake x single mom!reader
summary: Being a single mom to a 6 year old daughter isnât always easy, and it doesnât help that her class teacher awakens feelings inside of you, you havenât felt in a long time. Will the love between you blossom, or will your complicated life drive you apart?
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story colour: green
warnings: one heavy (?) make out session and a lot of tension
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Life can change.
From one second to another, everything can change. Everything you have once known to be normal, everything you were used to. It all can get ripped away from you in the matter of a few seconds.
From one second to another a seventeen-year-old girl finds out she got pregnant from a boy that wasnât ready to commit to a life like that yet and parents that felt nothing but disappointment towards their teenage daughter.
From one second to another this girl had to move away, raise a child on her own and build a life save for them to live in. She had to find a job with a steady income, find people who could help her and put all her needs aside for the small bundle of life she brought into the world.
Not only did she have to change her life, but she also had to rebuild it. She had to create a new, healthier and secure one. Suddenly it wasnât about what outfit to wear to school, how to sneak out to go to a party or new drama that happened at school. It was about changing diapers, sleepless nights caused by a toothing child and soothing countless emotional outbreaks. It was about raising her child, teaching kindness and blaming every bad thing on herself.
But at the end of the day, it was being grateful, loving the child unconditionally and not being able to imagine her life any different. It was feeling purpose, feeling needed and feeling loved. It was showing exactly that love to her child and never letting her forget that.
âĄâËâș. àŒ¶ âËâčââĄ
Listening to the waves crashing against the shore, you soak in the last moments of this morning, the soft rays of sun on your face, the slight breeze making your cheeks rosy and the faint sound of birds chirping somewhere close by. You soak in this moment, because moments like this are rare in the life youâre living, quiet and undisturbed, protected from all the daily stress and complications.
You breathe in the air one last time, before you see someone approaching you out of the corner of your eye.
âLook mommy, I found a pretty shell.â, your 6-year-old daughter Nuri says as she holds her hand out for you to see. You show her a bright smile, admiring the pretty shell in her hands. Your daughter has always been a collector, shells, flowers, rocks, even leaves, nothing is safe from her. And itâs something you love about her. How she sees the beauty in the small things, always so eager to show you the new things she discovered, with her big bright eyes.
âItâs so pretty, Nuri. How about you put it into your bag and later we will get the other shells you collected and make a pretty necklace out of them?â You watch as the little girl enthusiastically nods, putting the shell carefully into her bag, before sitting down beside you on the blanket you laid over the sand.
âAre you excited about starting school today?â, you ask your daughter, as you gently pull her onto your lap, stroking her hair with one of your hands. Whenever you look at her, you get stunned by how much you see your younger self in her. The more she grows, the more the resemblance grows. But you also realize how awfully fast time passes, and how much has changed since the day you held your little baby in your arms for the first time.
âI am.â, Nuri says, her big eyes almost disappearing as she grins widely at you, showing off her missing front tooth. âBut I will also miss kindergarten a lot. And I will miss you too, mommy.â
In an instant, tears fill up your eyes and it takes you a moment to swallow them down, not wanting Nuri to see you like that. You could cry after you dropped her off at school, but for now, those tears will have to stay hidden. âI will miss you too, sweet girl. But it is just a few hours that we donât see each other. Every day after school I will pick you up and we can do whatever we want to do, okay?â
Nuri nods her head again, before wrapping her arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug. âDo you think I will make any friends?â
âOf course, you will.â, you tell her, truthfully. Your daughter, in contrary to you, never had problems talking to others. She is a social butterfly, making friends wherever she goes. You admire her for that, wanting to have the same trait. Because while she plays with all the kids in the playground, you can only watch the other mothers sit together, talking about everything and nothing. Part of you wants to just go up to them, ask them if you could join them, but the other part of you feels anxious, scared of getting judged, the way you always do. Being a mom so young has only brought you trouble, wherever you go. And while Nuri is the best thing that has happened to you, others seem to not support that opinion.
If you got a dollar for every time someone told you that you would destroy your kids future, or that you are way too young to have this kind of responsibility, you would be rich by now. Everywhere you go, if itâs grocery shopping, getting gas, at restaurants, people try to give you advice or comment on the things that apparently went wrong with your life, without even knowing you or your story. You heard everything, from your parents not raising you right or having daddy issues because your dad left you when you were young, to being whore that slept around until she eventually got pregnant.
But they donât know that it was just a simple accident. That it was two teenagers having their first times together, being nervous and not really knowing what to do. It was two teenagers who didnât think and had to deal with the consequences of their moment together. Well, at least one did. It wasnât your parentsâ fault; it wasnât you sleeping around. It was just something that happened, unplanned but not unwanted.
And they donât know that ever since Nuri came into your life, everything felt like it had a purpose. You felt like you had a purpose. Being a mother has made you find out who you truly are, and what you truly want. It made you more aware of the process of growing up, and made you realize all the stupid things you did as a teenager. It helped you through the hardest times and gave you something to hold on to, a reason to fight. Nuri is the reason you wake up every day, the reason you can get out of bed and the reason you finally have a routine in your life.
And you truly believe that it was meant to happen. You were meant to get pregnant with her and build up a life for the both of you.
âIf someone will make a lot of friends, itâs you. I just know that everyone will love you, just how I know that I love you, so so much.â
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Itâs a weird feeling, picking your daughter up from her first day of school. You watch all the kids run up to their parents, excited little faces, already going on and on about everything that happened while they spend a few hours apart.
And while youâre waiting for your daughter to exit the school, you realize you canât wait to be with her again, to hear her tell all the stories about her experiences on her first day, to get ice cream with her and make necklaces and bracelets. You realize that this must be harder for you than for her. She doesnât realize the quickness in which she grows up, but you do.
It feels like yesterday when she was still in your belly. It feels like yesterday when she took her first steps, falling face first to the ground. It feels like yesterday when she said her first words, going up to every stranger in the grocery store and proudly repeating that word to them. It feels like yesterday when she lost her favorite toy and cried for two days straight. When you threw a little goodbye party for that toy with her and explained to her that maybe another child found her toy and gave it a new home, only to find the toy four days later under your bed. And it feels like yesterday when she came into your room, telling you she had a nightmare. She crawled into your bed and shortly before sleep took over, she whispered that you are the best mommy in the whole world.
All these memories start crashing over you, one by one. Tears fill your eyes yet again, and it takes everything in you to blink them away, not wanting to break down in front of all these strangers.
âMommy.â, you hear her voice before you see her. Turning in the direction of the voice, you see your daughter running up to you, her arms wide open. You kneel down, opening your arms yourself and a bright smile lighting up all your features.
âHey, my sweet girl.â, you say as you wrap her tightly into your arms. All the sadness you felt a moment ago washes away the moment you relish in the feeling of having the most important person in your life in your arms. âHow was your first day?â
âIt was so amazing, mommy. We learned a new song and ate a lot of fruits together. I made a lot of friends, and all my teachers are so nice.â You canât help but smile brightly at the excitement of your daughter. âDo we have some time before we go home? I want you to meet my teacher. He is still in the classroom, so we have to hurry.â
Before you can answer, Nuri already takes off with your hand in hers, leading you inside the school and to her classroom. You marvel at all the colorful decoration, the helpful quotes and the artistic pictures. âHello, Mr. Sim.â, your daughter says, excitedly waving at her teacher.
You take another step into the classroom, looking for the man that is busy packing his bag. But when he turns around and shows your daughter a bright smile, it almost takes your breath away. You never expected a teacher to look this⊠gorgeous. Mr. Sim looks young, your age probably, his skin is soft and glowing, his eyes a deep shade of brown and his black hair framing his perfect face. He has full, pink lips and a smile so bright, it resembles a puppy.
âHey, Nuri. What are you doing here? Shouldnât you be on your way home?â Even his voice sounds like it was dipped into honey and laced with cream and sprinkles. It does something to you, you havenât felt in a really long time.
âI wanted you to meet my mommy.â, she says, pointing over at you. And the moment Mr. Simâs eyes meet you, you can feel something in the air change. A uncuttable tension fills the room, and you canât stop staring at him. You canât stop looking at his perfect face and his perfect eyes and his perfect lips. You feel ashamed for feeling this way, for thinking about your daughterâs teacher that way, but you canât help yourself. âMr. Sim this is my mommy.â
âHi.â, he says, his voice breaking with this simple word. âIâm Mr. Sim, but you can call me Jake.â Jake wipes his hand on his pants before reaching it out for you to take, which you do. Gently you place your hand in his, giving it a soft shake, almost sighing at the feeling of this small contact. Jake has big hands, long fingers and veins traveling up his arms, but his skin is so soft and smooth it almost doesnât seem fair.
âIâm Y/N, Nuriâs mom.â You almost punch yourself for sounding so weak and pathetic. The last thing you want is for Nuriâs teacher to know what an effect his mere presence has on you. âAre you Nuriâs class teacher?â
âFor now, yeah. Iâm a substitute teacher since their actual teacher got into an accident and has to rest for probably a few months. I was meant to start at another school but got transferred here last minute.â You could listen to him speak for hours. âBut you probably donât care about that.â He chuckles softly, letting a hand nervously glide through his silky hair. âWhat you probably do care about is that we have a parentsâ conference next week. I wanted to send an e-mail to every parent, but you know, seeing as you are here, I just wanted to let you know beforehand.â
You nod at him, showing him a small appreciative smile. âThank you, Jake. I will see what I can do to come. Maybe someone will have the time to look after Nuri for a few hours.â
Jake nods one time, then another, before letting his hand fall to his side. âItâs a pretty important conference, seeing that this has a lot of information about the first school year. Maybe her father can look after her, so you can come.â You can hear the lingering note in his sentence, subconsciously knowing that heâs testing the waters.
âNuriâs father is not in her life.â, you say, looking down at your daughter who only smiles up at you. âItâs just us, right, sweet pee?â
âYep.â, she says, nodding her head a few times. âOur house is a girlsâ only zone.â Jake chuckles at the words of the little girl in front of him. He reaches into the pocket of his jeans and takes out his phone to hand it to you.
âYou can see if you find someone to look after her for a few hours and if not, you can just text me and we will find a solution. Is that okay with you?â Stunned, you take his phone, seeing his contact list already open.
âYeah, yeah of course. Thank you so much, Mr. Sim.â
âJake.â, he tells you again, a gentle smile resting on his lips. âYou can just call me Jake, okay?â
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âGod, it was so embarrassing.â, Jake says as he drinks a sip from his coke. âI kept on rambling and stuttering. Like my hands got all sweaty and I couldnât even really look her in the eyes.â
He hears his friends laughing at him to which he just frowns. Jake knows the way he acted around you, his studentâs mom, wasnât appropriate, but it was like the moment he saw you his brain stopped working. All the blood rushed out of it, leaving him stupid and unable to form thought through sentences. It was like he was sixteen all over again. A teenager nervous around pretty girls, unable to talk to them without making a foul out of himself.
âDude, you seem down bad for her.â, Jay, his friend, says, not being able to hide the amusement in his voice. Itâs been a while since the boys heard any stories about women in Jakeâs life. Jake always tried to keep in love life as clear as possible, only looking for something serious and whenever he noticed the other person wasnât reciprocating the same feeling, he ended whatever it was between him and the other person. Ever since Jake was young, he had one wish and that was to be in love. To love unconditionally, find someone who feels the same way and spend the rest of his life with them. To marry, have kids and grow old together. Thatâs what Jake always wanted, and still does to this day. But finding someone with the same wish turned out to be harder than he thought it would.
âBut doesnât she have a kid? Doesnât that mean she has a husband, or boyfriend?â, Sunghoon asks, joining in on the conversation.
Jake just shakes his head, sighing as he lets his free hand nervously glide through his hair. âNo, I already asked her. Itâs apparently just her and her daughter. But I donât know where the father is, didnât think it would be appropriate to ask her that.â
âWait. You asked her about a man in her life?â, Heesungsâ eyes are wide, and he has to swallow the laugh that threatens to leave his lips. âBro, there is no way, you had the balls to do that. She definitely knows that you are interested in her.â
âWhat?â, Jake exclaims, bewilderedly looking at his friends. âWhat do you mean she knows I am interested in her?â
âBro, you asked if she has a boyfriend or not, thatâs the first sign of testing the waters, checking if sheâs single. Everyone knows that and I bet she does too.â
Jake lets his head fall into his hands, a frustrated sigh leaving his lips. âShe probably thinks I am a weirdo. God, what if she doesnât want her child to be in a class with a teacher that was shamelessly hitting on her? What if she tells the other parents and Iâm going to get kicked out of that school?â
âJake.â, Sunghoon puts a comforting hand on his friendâs shoulder. âI doubt she would do that. And come on, maybe she is interested in you as well. Look at you, you are an attractive man. Donât overthink this whole thing, okay?â
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âAnd they lived happier ever after. The end.â, you finish reading the bedtime story for Nuri, closing the book and putting it on her nightstand.
âMommy?â, you hear her quiet voice asking for you. Immediately, you take her hand, showing her a soft smile. She looks so small with her eyes just half open, tiredness written all over her face.
âYes, sweety?â
âDo you like Mr. Sim?â The question surprises you, makes you take a few deep breaths before feeling ready to answer.
âI think he is a lovely person. He seems very sweet to you. Why do you ask that?â
Nuri adjusts her position, trying to open her eyes more to look at you clearly. âI think you are in love with him. Mrs. Kim said that when someone is in love with another person, they get very nervous and start stuttering in their sentences. She told me that you canât stop looking at the person and that you seem kind of starstruck. Just like the way I look at ice cream.â She hugs her little teddy bear closer to her chest before continuing. âThatâs how you looked today when you looked at Mr. Sim.â
You canât help but shake your head as you hear the words your elderly neighbor has told your daughter. But it shouldnât surprise you. Mrs. Kim has always been a hopeless romantic, going on and on about how you will find the right guy for you, that you just have to be patient. She has been watching over Nuri ever since she was a little baby, and it was bound to happen that at some point she would fill your daughterâs head with this nonsense.
âI am not in love with Mr. Sim, baby. I donât even know him.â
âBut you could get to know him. And then you will fall in love with him and live happily ever after with him, just like in the stories you read me every night.â You can hear something underlying in your daughterâs voice. Something she hides as she speaks those words.
âNuri, why do you want me to fall in love with Mr. Sim?â, you ask her, squeezing her hand softly. You can see the sadness forming on her little face and it breaks your heart seeing her like this. Whatever it is that she was thinking at that moment, must have been on her mind for a long time.
âEver since last year the kids in kindergarten asked me why I donât have a dad. Every kid there has a dad, just not me. I want to have a dad, too, just like all the other children do.â Small tears start dripping down her cheeks, and you canât hide the ones threatening to leave your eyes too.
âOh, my sweet girl. Come here.â You gently pull her into a hug, cradling her head in your hands. âWhy didnât you tell me about it?â
âI didnât want to make you sad. I know that talking about my dad makes you very sad, and I donât want you to be sad, mommy.â Twice, you felt your heart break within a few minutes. You hadnât realized the effect this theme has on you, the sadness that still lingers whenever you think about her father. You hadnât realized that your daughter noticed that. Your empathetic six-year-old daughter. A part of you feels proud of her for being such a sweet considerate little girl, but the other part is scared of how much other stuff she has noticed.
âNuri, I am so sorry for not talking a lot about your father with you. I promise I will answer you every question about him in the future. And I am not sad when you mention him, okay? It is so important for you to communicate your feelings with me. When something worries you, you can always come to me and tell me about it, no matter what, okay?â You can feel her nod against your chest, her little hands wiping away the tears on her face. âGood. Now try to sleep, sweety. You need to have a lot of energy for school tomorrow. I love you, Nuri.â
âI love you too, mommy.â
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You feel nervous as you park at the school building. There are several cars there already, all parents who will also be at the conference. Anxiety builds up in your belly, the fears of judgement towards you rising inside of you. This happened a lot at parent conferences when Nuri was still in kindergarten. The parents would be delighted to see you at first, asking if you are her sister but when they find out you are her mom, all you got was weird looks and whispers from other parents. It made you almost skip every conference after that, but you had to go, for Nuriâs sake. So, itâs understandable why your hands are shaking as you enter the school.
You dropped Nuri off at Mrs. Kimâs appartement, not before telling her to stop bringing Nuriâs hope of you getting a boyfriend up. A part of you knows that Mrs. Kim didnât mean it with any bad intention, but you still donât want Nuri to think that she will get a dad. Her real father is still uninterested to be in her life, and you donât think that will change any time soon, and bringing a new father figure into her life is something you are still afraid of. People these days are not looking for serious commitment, they get scared when they hear about the child in your life, and they leave before anything serious can even start to develop. And the last thing you want is to introduce someone to Nuriâs life, just to have them leave a few weeks later. You donât want to do that to her.
âY/N.â, you hear someone call out for you and when you turn around you are greeted with the bright smile of no other than Sim Jake. âYou made it. I am so happy to see you.â
âYeah, sorry for not texting you. I kind of forgot about it with the whole stress I was having the best few days.â Jake seems to only smile brighter at your words, one of his hands nervously scratching the back of his neck. It gives you a moment to take him in. He is wearing a baggy pair of blue jeans with a black button up shirt, the arms of his shirt rolled up, exposing his arms. You canât help but to let your eyes trail to his hands, his beautiful hands, but before you let yourself trail off too long, you let your eyes wander back to his, only to be met by a smirking Jake. Jake noticed your wandering gaze, the way your eyes shamelessly roamed his body. And he canât say he isnât flattered.
âDonât worry, Y/n. Iâm just glad to see you again. I hope you are, too.â You can hear the shift in his voice, the confidence and pride in it. And it makes a shiver run down your spine. âBut we should go inside the classroom, before the parents get worried where I am.â
For the whole conference, you try to stay focused, to take notes and remember everything Jake was telling the parents, but your mind always drifted off. You got lost staring at the way he was talking so animatedly with his hands, biting his lip, and licking it with his tongue after every sentence, and how he brushes his hair out of his eyes every few seconds. And looking around, you notice that you donât seem to be the only one staring at Jake. Some other mothers in the room developed a certain fascination with the young teacher, tugging their hair behind their ears and looking at him with a starstruck gaze. Watching them, you notice that you must look the same way when you look at Jake, just how Nuri told you. And it makes an embarrassed flush appear on your cheeks. You should really get yourself together. This is the teacher of your daughter, you shouldnât be thinking about him in that way, shouldnât be staring at him with such hungry eyes.
So, when you Jake announces the end of the conference, you canât help but to hastily back your things into your back and make your way to head out of the classroom. âY/N.â But Jakeâs voice stops you from that. âCan you stay back a bit? I want to talk to you.â You turn around and give him a quick and shy nod, before sitting down on one of the chairs again and waiting for all the other parents to leave. Which turns out to take longer than you thought it would, almost all of the moms line up in front of him, asking him questions and wanting his attention.
Every now and then you see the look on Jakeâs face, the tight-lipped smile and the alarming eyes, seeming almost uncomfortable. But you could be wrong about that impression.
Finally, the last one left, leaving only you and Jake in the classroom. He turns to you, a soft and honest looking smile on his lips. âThank you for waiting, Y/N. I really appreciate that.â You smile back at him, standing up so you can walk over to him.
âWhy did you want me to stay back?â, you ask him as you stop in front of him, looking up at him with your wide eyes. Jake seems to be losing the ability to talk again, your eyes driving him crazy. You give him the type of look that makes him want to press you against the next wall and kiss you until your lungs give out.
âI wanted to ask you how you liked the conference.â His voice is low and coarse, and he has to clear his throat a few times to get rid of the lump in it.
âYou wanted me to stay back just so you could ask me how I liked the parents conference?â, you ask him, eyebrows raised in a question.
âYes?â, he answers, his yes almost sounding like a question itself. He scratches the back of his neck again, feeling suddenly so self-conscious. âI mean it was my first time doing something like this and I guess I just wanted to know how I was. You know, if I came across as nervous or insecure.â
You shake your head at him, a constant smile on your lips. âJake, you did so well. Everyone in this room liked you, and you seemed so confident when you talked about everything. Believe me, no one could have done it better than you.â
Jake feels his heart swell at your words, not having thought you would say something like that to him. It has been a long time since Jake has gotten praised in such a way, and it does something to him, something he canât admit to himself.
âThank you.â, he mumbles, a faint bit of blush on his cheeks. âHearing that means a lot to me.â
You gently squeeze his arm, showing him another bright smile. âNo need to thank me. I am just telling you the truth.â You take a step back again, hand sinking back to your side. âBut I sadly have to go now. I have to pick up Nari since itâs a school night and I donât want her to stay awake for too long.â
âYeah, sure, of course.â, Jake quickly says, walking to his bag and starting to pack in his things. âGive me a second, I will walk you to your car.â
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This has been the third time in four months that you were too late to pick up Nuri from school. With the newfound time, your boss thought it was a good idea to give you more work, and normally you would decline this amount of work, since it gives you less time that you can spend with Nuri. But more work also means more money, and you need it more desperately than ever lately. The rent in your apartment got raised, fuel got more expensive and all the school stuff that you had to buy also didnât make your bank account look good.
With your head lowered and guilt tripping down every part of your body, you walk into Nuriâs school. As you step into her classroom, your eyes widen. Jake is sitting beside Nuri on a desk, drawing inside a book with her, while talking to her with a soft smile on his face.
âThere you are Ms. Park.â, you can hear the voice of Nuriâs other teacher Mrs. Song. âWe waited for you for 30 minutes now. This is the third time this has happened, and I cannot tell you how disappointed I am with your punctuality. I get that you are young, but that doesnât give you the right to abandon your own child for whatever party activity you have to do.â
Almost immediately you feel the guilt replace itself with anger. You know that picking up your child too late is irresponsible, but claiming you abandon your child and go partying is reaching too high. You feel like youâre seventeen-year-old you all over again, when everyone told you that you wonât be able to raise a child, that your child will grow up traumatized, wishing they had all the things other kids her age have. They told you to give Nuri up for adoption, that it would be the best possibility at your age.
âI am so sorry I was late picking up Nuri, again. But your accusations are what are disappointing here. As a teacher you shouldnât have such prejudices against parents. Yes, I am young, but that doesnât mean I am not able to love and provide for my daughter. Live on day in my shoes and see how well you can manage it.â
A short beat of silence fills the room, and before Mrs. Song can open her mouth to say another word, Jake speaks up first. âMrs. Song, how about you take Nuri to one of the vending machines and get her a snack, while I talk to Ms. Park.â
With a heavy sigh, Mrs. Song nods, taking Nuriâs hand and walking out of the room with her, leaving you and Jake alone. âY/n.â He gently says as he walks over to you. And there is something about his voice, so gentle and caring and something about his presence so comfortable and safe, that makes the tears in your eyes break their way free to roll over your cheeks. âOh, come here.â
Jake gently pulls you into his arms, one hand on your back, comfortingly stroking it, and the other on your head. You wrap your own arms tightly around him and allow yourself for the first time in months to let it all out, the stress, the hurt, the pain, the longing, everything. A sob wracks through your whole body, and it breaks Jakeâs heart. He doesnât know how to help you, what to do to take all this pain away from you. So, all he does is pull you closer â if thatâs even possible â and whisper encouraging words into your ear.
âDo you want to talk about it?â, Jake gently asks as he pulls away from the hug, taking your face in his hands and wiping the tears on your face away with his thumbs.
You close your eyes for a few seconds, trying to calm down from your little breakdown, before starting to talk to him. âEverything has just been so hard lately. I can barely pay rent, I have to work longer and harder to earn all the money I need, and Nuri hasnât stopped talking and asking questions about her dad. I try to act unbothered by it, but if your daughter talks about the boy that has not only broken your heart but left you alone when you most needed him, it makes you relive it all over again. And I just feel like the worst mom on earth for not being able to give Nuri the live she deserves. Everyone is telling me that over and over again, what if they are right?â
âNo.â, Jake says shaking his head. He cups your cheek with one hand, the other one taking its place on your waist. âListen to me. You are an amazing mom, Y/n. God, half of the people that say those mean things want to be just like you. You sacrificed so much to provide for your daughter and that is more than just admirable. You should be proud of yourself, not doubt yourself. Nuri loves you. In fact, you are all she ever talks about. She admires you so much, Y/n, and she loves you with all her heart. Thatâs what matters the most.â
More tears start to stream down your cheeks, and you whisper a quiet âthank youâ to Jake, before pulling him back into your arms. He holds you close, leaving a gentle kiss at your temple every now and then. âHow about we get Nuri and then we go out for ice cream? I donât want to leave you alone right now.â
You nod against his chest, not ready to let go of him yet. âThank you, Jake. For everything.â
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Something changed between you and Jake after that day. It started with texts, him checking up on you every now and then, seeing if you need help. Then it developed to calls, once a week, talking about your feelings and worries, but those calls quickly got more frequent and happened every night after you put Nuri down to sleep. And you donât know how it happened or when it happened, but now you find yourself getting ready to meet him for the first time in another place other than Nuriâs school.
âI think the purple top looks prettier on you, mommy.â Nuri says from where she sits on your bed. You have been changing outfits for an hour now, never finding the right thing to wear.
âYou think so?â, you ask as you put it over put it on yet again. âI think you are right. This should be good enough.â You turn around to face Nuri, just to see her snuggled up with her teddy bear, big eyes watching you attentively. âYou ready to spend some time with Mrs. Kim, sweety?â
You are answered with a wild nod and a bright smile. You know you could just take her with you, Jake wouldnât mind that at all, but there is a part of you that really wants to spend some time with him alone. Just you and him.
You shouldnât feel selfish about it, but you do. You feel like you put your own needs before your daughtersâ ones. You know itâs far reached since this is the first time in a while that Mrs. Kim has to look after Nuri, but you hate depending on people. You hate having to drop Nuri off somewhere when you have plans. You hate that you canât do this alone.
âHey, pretty girl.â, Jake says as he sits down beside you on the picknick blanket you pulled out for the two of you, a bright smile is on his beautiful lips. âCan I ask you why exactly you wanted to meet here?â
You look at the ocean in front of you, at the soft waves crashing against the shore, glowing under the soft light of the sun peeking through the clouds. There is something magical about this place, something you canât describe in words.
âI used to come here all the time when I was pregnant with Nuri. It was the only place that seemed to calm me down. I guess I just wanted to share that with you. You have become a very comforting part of my life, and I just thought you would like this place as much as I do.â
There is something in Jake eyes that changes the moment you speak those words. They seem to go lighter, wider, like a little puppy. It makes all the blood in your body rush right up in your cheeks and lets goosebumps rise over your skin. It makes you think about things you arenât supposed to think, feel things that definitely arenât appropriate to be thought in public.
Jake takes one of your hands, giving it a tight squeeze before sighing gently and looking out into the sea. You follow his gaze, admiring the sand glittering in the sunlight and listening to the sounds of the seals far off on the water. Both of you relish in the tranquility of the moment, no words needed.
âItâs my birthday next week,â Jake says after a few minutes. âI am throwing a small party. Just me and my three friends and I wanted to know if you want to come as well.â
You look at him only to be met with his hopeful, big eyes. He shows you an encouraging smile, and for a moment you unlearn the ability to speak. âUhm, yeah, sure. Is it okay if I bring Nuri with me? I hate having to leave her at Mrs. Kims place all the time.â
âOf course, I was assuming she was going to come as well.â Your heart swells at his words, appreciating his attentive soul. You know how much Jake grew fond of Nuri. He talks about her approvements in school all the time, telling you about funny jokes she makes or impressive questions she asks. Jake tells you how smart and polite she is, and how she always tries to include everyone into the little friend group she built. He also tells you how well you raised her, and how proud he is of you for that, but thatâs not something you want to focus on, because it makes you think about inappropriate things.
âThen we will definitely be there.â Jake shows you another one of his bright smiles, white teeth on his display. Sometimes when you look at him, through the phone or in real life, you wonder what it is the two of you have. You wonder if it is just a friendship the two of you are building up, or if it is more than that. There are moments- you donât know if you are imagining them or if they are real- where the tension between you heightens, so much it could be cut with a knife. There are moments in which it feels like if one of you makes a move something is going to happen, something big and heavy. There are moments in which you think that this could be it. This could be yours forever. It sounds crazy, farfetched, but Jake is the type of person you always wanted to spend the rest of your life with. He is the kind of person, you know would treat you right, the kind of person that would have a good influence on Nuri. You know you two havenât fully gotten to know each other. Jake may be in a completely different chapter of his life. He may not want to commit to something so serious, especially since he is only at the start of his teaching job, or because he is too young to think about having a family. You donât know what this is between you guys and while you desperately want an answer to that question, you donât want to risk losing whatever it is the two of your built up in the past weeks.
But when you look at Jake again you can feel the same tension, heavy and thick. You notice his eyes darkening, the way he licks his lips more often and glances down at your own every few seconds. One move, it will just take one move, and one of you is going to break the distance between the two of you.
Jake gently places one hand on your thigh, and you can feel his warmth burning through the material of your jeans and right onto your skin. You have to swallow the gasp that threatens to leave your lips, shocked at what such a little touch from him does to you. His hand travels further up and it almost feels impossible for you to think clearly. Every last piece of sanity left your body the moment Jake touched you and all you can focus on is him. Him and his plump lips, him and his big hands that are touching you in the most alluring way. And him and his big brown eyes, pulling you in and hypnotizing you.
âY/n.â, he whispers, voice hoarse and rough. Suddenly, his face is closer, lips almost touching yours. You just have to lean forward a little more, but you are frozen, lost in his scent. You want him, you need him. Everything inside of you screams for him, in a way you have never experienced. Your body is pulled towards him like a magnet, and you need him to take you home to him right now.Â
But before any of you can suggest that a voice calls out for Jake in the background. Almost immediately the two of you pull away from each other, awkwardly looking around. âHey Jake. I knew that was your big head.â A man, around your age, approaches the two of you. He is tall, with black hair and a few prominent moles on his face. His smile reveals two little fangs which you find quite adorable.
âOh, sorry. I didnât see you have any company.â The man awkwardly glances at the two of you, noticing that he just interrupted something between the two of you.
âAll good, bro.â, Jake says, not being able to hide the disappointment in his voice. âY/n, this is Sunghoon. One of my friends I told you about.â You show Sunghoon a polite smile, reaching one hand out to for him to take.
âItâs nice to meet you, Sunghoon.â Sunghoon canât hide the surprised look on his face as he takes your hand and gives it a quick shake.
âHold on, you are Y/n?â You nod your head at him, confused as to why he was reacting like that towards you. âWow, I heard a lot about you.â From the corner of your eyes, you can see Jakes head falling into his hands, as he lets out a frustrated grunt. A smug grin appears on your lips as you cock your head at the boy in front of you.
âI hope you only heard good stuff.â
âYou best believe it was only good stuff. Jake wonât stop talking about you. All day long he goes on about âY/n is so-â But before he can continue his sentence, Jake slaps one of his hands on the mouth of his friend, shutting him up indefinitely.
âThatâs enough from you, Sunghoon. Man, you never know when to shut up.â Jake mumbles that last part, but you hear it anyway. All the doubt you had in your mind earlier leaves your head. Maybe Jake does want you the way you want him. Maybe he really is different than all the other man you met.
âWell as much as I wanted to hear whatever your friend had to say, I have to go now. It was nice meeting you, Sunghoon. And we will call later, right?â As you ask the last question, you look at Jake, eyebrows raised, waiting for his answer.
âYes, of course. I will call you.â
âOkay, then see you later.â You give Jake a quick kiss on the cheek and show Sunghoon a last goodbye smile, before grabbing your things and walking to your car, leaving an embarrassed Jake and a widely grinning Sunghoon behind.
âSo, this is Y/n, huh? Man, now I get why you wonât stop talking about her. She is hot.â
âHey, come on. Donât talk about her like that.â Jake shakes his head, blowing out some air from his lungs and closing his eyes for a moment to clear his still foggy mind. He still hasnât recovered from the moment you two had just a few minutes ago. Jake was so close to kissing you, so close to asking you to go somewhere private, because he knows you felt it too. He knows you could feel the tension in the air, the arousal dripping from your body. He knows it, and he could feel it by the way your body was reacting to him. âShe is so much more than just hot.â
âIâm just saying.â Sunghoon shrugs his shoulders, reaching one hand out to help Jake stand back up. âIâm glad you finally found someone, Jake. Happiness looks good on you.â
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Nuri and you spent three hours baking and decorating the cupcakes for Jakesâ birthday party, and judging by the way Jakes friends stuff them into their mouths, it was worth the effort.
At first you were worries bringing Nuri to a birthday party with three strange men she doesnât know but watching her giggle at the cream smeared faces of Jakesâ friends, all the worry flew right of the window. From the moment you entered the apartment the boys made it their life mission to entertain Nuri. They went from playing tea party, to performing dance routines, to laying on the ground and acting like they are mermaids. There was not one single wish Nuri expressed, that they didnât grant in a heartbeat. She wants them to put on lipstick and towels as dresses to make a fashion show. Done. She wants them to act like knights and protect the princess- her- from a dangerous attack. Done. She wants them to carry her around, spin her in circles and throw her high up in the air every five minutes. Done.
And you can see that Nuri enjoys all the attention she is getting. She thrives in it, and it gives you a sense of relief.
âThey are so good with children.â, you tell Jake who is sitting beside you, watching as Nuri counts down from ten to search for Sunghoon, Jay and Heeseung in a game of hide and seek.
âThey are.â, Jake says, resting his head on your shoulder. âThey all want children someday. We had that conversation before, so I knew that they would also love it when Nuri comes over.â
âAnd you?â, you ask Jake, looking down at him. âDo you want children?â
You can feel him smile from where he has his face buried in your neck. He leaves a gentle kiss at the space between your shoulder and your neck, before lifting his head to look into your eyes. âYes.â There is no sign of hesitation in his voice, his eyes reflecting his sincerity. âYes, I really want kids.â
âNow, or in a few years?â
âI donât care.â, he says, grabbing one of your hands, and playing with your fingers just for a few seconds, before intertwining your fingers. âIf now or in five years, Iâm ready to have kids. Iâve always wanted them. Why would you think I work at an elementary school?â You can feel the weight lifting from your shoulders. This question has been bothering you for some time now, and now that itâs finally out and is answer is so fitting, you canât fight the smile lighting up your face.
âHey, you two love birds. I hate to interrupt your little moment, but I just wanted to ask you if itâs okay that we take Nuri to the playground a street down from here?â, Heeseung asks, looking straight at you. âEver since we told her about the playground, she has been begging us to take her there. I swear we wonât be long, and we will take good care of her. I swear, I will never leave her out of my sight and stay by her side the whole time.â
This isnât something you would normally do. You wouldnât trust someone you barely know to take your child somewhere, but itâs something about the way they took care of her today that makes you trust them. And you trust Jake. You trust him to know what kind of people to introduce to your daughter. âOf course, yes.â, you tell Heseeung, smiling as you see the excitement on his face. âJust make sure to be back by dinner and to not let her on the swing for too long. She always gets sick when sheâs on it for a longer time.â With one last nod and a âWe promise to take the best care in the world about herâ, they are out of the door.
It takes a few seconds for you to realize that you and Jake are alone. And it takes another few seconds for you to face the man sitting beside you. There it again, the look in his eyes, making you weak in his knees.
1, 2, 3 seconds pass and Jake canât handle this silence anymore. He canât handle the way you look at him and what it does to him. With one tug, Jake pulls you closer and it doesnât take him long before he presses his lips against yours.
This is different than any kiss you have ever experienced. Jake kisses with a passion, with a longing, you have never felt before. His hands are on your body, in your hair, holding your cheeks. He pulls you onto his lap, never once stopping the heated kiss. You have your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you, needing to feel him everywhere.
There is an urgency in the kiss, a need to big itâs going to explode. Every pent of thought or longing the both of you have kept to yourself over the past week flows right into the kiss. Itâs wild, passionate and so indescribable good. You can feel it tingling all over your body, waking up needs you didnât know you have, thoughts you always tried to repress. Jakes hands wander over your body again, your thighs, your hips, your waist, your back. And it makes you moan softly into the kiss, breaking free just to take a deep breath which gives Jake enough time to explore the soft skin of your neck. He trails down kisses, stopping at the point where he feels your pulse and licking the sensitive skin.
Another soft moan slips out of your lips, and it drives Jake crazy. It makes his head spin and takes his breath away. There is no clear thought in his head anymore, everything is clouded by the pleasure of this moment. His hands pull you closer to him, eyes closing at the feeling of you, and you have to take another deep breath before whispering your next words.
âTake me to your room, Sim Jake.â
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âYouâre so beautiful.â, Jake whispers as he raises his hand to softly stroke your hair out of your face.
âGood morning to you too.â You have been waking up to the sight of Jake for the past few months now, and no matter how many times you see him like this, you never get used to the sight. His hair messy from the nightâs sleep, his naked chest shining in the morning sun and his puffy pink lips puffy from the night before. He is gorgeous, ethereal even. No word describes the beauty he is carrying.
Jake pulls you into his arms so that your head lays on his chest and his arms are tightly around you. âI will never get used to this.â, he whispers. âThis is a dream come true.â
âWhat is a dream come true?â
âYou. This. Waking up next to you, getting to spend every day with you and Nuri. This, this is perfect.â You close your eyes, letting this moment sink in for a while. You capture it, take a mental photo and put it in a special box somewhere in your brain, so when things get hard again, this moment will remind you how easy life can be.
âI love you.â, you whisper softly, kissing his chest a few times before laying your head back down on it.
âI love you too, Y/n.â His voice is louder, clearer, like he never wants to hide those words from you, ever. âAnd I want this, forever. I know I have to move away soon for my job at another school, but we will make this work. I want to make this work. Itâs just a two-hour drive, thatâs practically nothing.â
You lift your head to look at Jake, admiring the soft glow of his skin. There is an ounce of doubt lingering in the air. You know that his move will complicate things for you. Visiting will be hard with Nuri having to go to school and you having to work every day, but there are always weekends. And if Jake believes that the two of you can make it work, then you will.
So, you nod your head, scooting up to leave a few kisses on his plump, puffy lips. âWe can make this work. We will have to.â
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The sun is shining brightly as you pull up to the school to pick Nuri up. Normally you would wait in the car until she walks out of the school, but since Nuri had an âend of the schoolâ project today, she wanted you to come in and take a look at what she made.
Life has been good, better than good, actually. Everything has been perfect. Jake had become a constant part of your lives, visiting a few times a week and taking the two of you out on trips. Nuri and Jakeâs friends- well your friends as well now- have grown incredibly close. She doesnât talk about anything else other than the boys and how fun it is to spend time with them. They have grown closer to you too, finding a weird kind of solace whenever you are around them.
Everything is the way you always wanted it to be. And sometimes you catch yourself thinking that everything is too perfect, that something is bound to happen any time soon to destroy the little perfect life you build yourself. But you never thought it would happen this soon.
As you walk inside the school, you search for the classroom where they exhibited the projects, stopping when you hear some voices not far from you. You know itâs rude to eavesdrop but when you hear your name in the conversation, you canât help but to stop and listen.
âYeah, apparently she and Jake are in a relationship.â
âWhat? Really? She is really trying to fuck herself to the top, isnât she?â
âI mean we could have seen it coming, right? The way she always looked at him, like she wanted to eat him alive. It was concerning. Itâs a real wonder he didnât run away when he still could, but now she got him all under her claws.â
âI have known her since our daughters were in kindergarten, and she has always been like this. Whoring around and not caring about her daughter.â
âI mean I knew she was still young and immature, but that is shocking. First, she carelessly gets knocked up at seventeen and then instead of maturing she stays a naĂŻve little girl who fucks her daughterâs teacher. If I were here, I would be embarrassed.â
âItâs no wonder she has no support from her parents anymore. I wouldnât support my daughter if she were a disgrace to the family like she is.â
âI mean all that aside, I think she should take the time to mature first. She is still so young, not fit to be a mother. Maybe all she needs is a clear mind before she faces the hardships of life. Maybe no one taught her how to be an adult yet.â
âAre you defending her?â
âNo, of course I am not. Iâm just saying she needs a wake-up call. Something that will help her get all the horniness out of her mind and get her to take better care of her daughter.â
The world has stopped. You could feel it. The air feels heavier, time doesnât go on anymore and all sounds went quiet. Everything has stopped, except for the thoughts in your head. A dark heavy cloud forms over your head, raining down on you with an intensity, you didnât feel in a very long time.
Maybe you jinxed it. Maybe your constant worry of something ruining your perfect little life was the one thing that ruined it all together. You should have known it.
The worst thing is knowing that they are right, not with everything of course. You arenât ready yet. There is so much you still need to learn, so many lessons you havenât faced yet. You arenât ready yet. You need to mature; become a proper adult and you really arenât ready.
You noticed it a while ago, the lingering feeling in your chest whenever Jake was around, the nagging question in the back of your head. You noticed that there was a part of you- a part that grew stronger and stronger with time- that simply wasnât ready for a relationship yet. And while whatever the women were saying was rude and uncalled for, they are right. They spoke out what you were too scared of admitting. They spoke out what you were too scared was going to ruin all the things you built up.
You can feel it now too, the pain consuming your heart, filling your lungs, and coursing through your veins. The tears filling your eyes, the stop stuck in your throat. But you canât let it out, not here, not now. First, you have to be a mother. First, you have to look at Nuriâs project, tell her how proud you are of her and take her home to be the mother she deserves. Later, when sheâs in bed, thatâs when you can let it all out.
âExcuse me.â, you say, your voice surprisingly stable and strong. All four women turn around in a second, looking at you with wide eyes and open mouths. âI was searching for the classroom where they exhibit the school projects. Would you mind telling me where it is? I donât want to get caught, what did you call it? Ah, yes, whoring around.â
A loud gasp leaves one of the mothersâ mouths and it takes all the strength in your body not to laugh out loud at their faces. One of the other women points in the direction of the classroom for you, gulping almost visibly as you show her a bright smile.
âThank you so much.â, you say. As you walk past them, you stop, something nagging in the back of your head. âAnd donât be jealous that my needs get satisfied every night, I bet your husbands will keep up eventually.â
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You know that ignoring Jakeâs calls wouldnât be a good idea, but you didnât think that he would turn up at your doorstep at 10 pm shortly before you were heading to bed.
You spent the past days thinking about your situation, about your relationship with Jake and your and Nuriâs future. Over and over again did you go through all the solutions in your head, trying to figure out whatâs right for you, what you want. Because for once, just one time in your life, you have to think about yourself, what you need.
You thought that it wouldnât take long for Jake to turn up at your doorstep, but seeing him standing in front of you, hair messy, cheeks tinted in a soft red and a worried look on his face, makes you want to change your mind all over again.
âHey.â, he says, showing you a forced smile. âAre you okay? I was worried. Youâve been ignoring my calls. Did I do something wrong? Did I say something that hurt you? Because if I did then please tell me so I can make it up to you again. I swear the last thing I want is to lose you, but I canât make it up to you if you donât talk to me, if you donât tell me what I did to make you shut me out.â There is an urgency in his voice, pain lingering in his words. You havenât thought about what the past few days must have felt like for Jake, too caught up in your own head. He tried to call you multiple times and got disappointed every time you didnât pick up yet again. It must have been torture for him not knowing if he did something wrong, not knowing the reason behind your sudden radio silence.
Looking at him like this, worried and distressed, tears fall down your face almost immediately. âOh, baby.â, Jake softly coos. Carefully he takes a step towards you and as he notices that you make no move away from him, he pulls you into his arms, holding you tightly against his chest. âPlease talk to me, Y/n. Please tell me whatâs going on.â
You clear your throat, shakily wiping away the tears on your face. âI donât want to hurt you, Jake. Please, you have to believe me that that is the last thing I ever want to do. I love you, so much. Sometimes it scares me just how much I do, but lately Iâve been realizing that I am not ready. I am not ready for this, not ready for a relationship. There is so much in my life that I need to fix, so much about myself that I need to fix. I still havenât lived, you know? I donât know what it is to actually live, to find myself, to know what I want and what I need. I have so much to learn. And I know that you would be by my side through whatever I am going through, supporting me and lending me a helping hand. But I realized that I need to do this alone. I need to fight through this on my own and grow from it. We are still so young, Jake, so much in our life can still happen and I donât want you to get caught up in all of this. Especially since youâre moving away and starting a whole new chapter in your life.â
There is a beat of silence, a few seconds where everything is quiet. You only hear your own heart beating out of your chest. Jake wipes at his eyes, one, two times before he nods, slow and steady. âOkay.â, he whispers. Silence again. Itâs like Jake is fighting with himself, having an inner conflict, he doesnât want to share with you. He blows out a long breath, rubbing a hand over his face before looking back at you. His eyes red from the unshed tears.
âOkay, Y/n.â, he repeats again, blinking a few times. âEverything inside of myself is screaming for me to fight for you right now, to tell you that we can work this out and fix those things together. But I know you, and I know that once you made up your mind about something, no one can change that again.â He sighs another time, long and hard. âSo, I will let you go. For now, at least. As you said, we are still young. This may be our end now, Y/n, but it wonât be our end forever. I will never give up on you. Someday, I will find you again. Someday, I will make you mine again.â Jake cups one of your cheeks in his hands, gently letting his thumb caress your soft skin. One small tear drops down his face, that is the only one he allows to escape, before he softly places a kiss on your lips. It is not a long kiss, not the type of kiss that leaves you breathless, yearning for more. Itâs the type of kiss that is so soft, you wonder if it even happened after itâs over. Itâs the type of kiss that rips you open from the inside, tears your heart out and leaves you bleeding out. Itâs the type of kiss that makes you want to turn back time and fix all the mistakes you made in your life.
It's the type of kiss that makes you hope for a tomorrow, for a forever.
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There is nothing you love more than a warm autumn day, watching the leaves fall down the trees, coloring the ground in bright orange and brown shades, or feeling the cold breeze in your hair. You love listening to the rustle of the trees, watching squirrels searching for nuts on the ground and tasting the fresh air on your tongue.
But what you love the most is sitting on a park bench, not one person in sight, with a book in your hand. It has become your favorite activity over the past few years. You read books like it is your job, finally having the time with Nuri almost being eleven years old. It became your little break from reality, something to look forward to on stressful days, something that would ease your mind.
Looking at the watch on your wrist, you realize that itâs almost time to pick Nuri up from her friendsâ place, since you promised her to go visit uncle Sunghoon who lives a few streets from you. You put your book back into your bag, swinging it over your shoulder and standing up from where you were sitting to head to your car. But before you could even take one step, you stop in your tracks.
It's been years, you realize. Years since youâve seen that familiar face. Years since you last hugged him, touched him, kissed him. Years since you heard his voice, seen his face. You almost canât believe your eyes, thinking that your mind is playing a trick on you. But when you hear him speak for the first time, in what felt like forever, you know that this is real.
âSunghoon told me I would find you hear.â He steps forward, not stopping until he is right in front of you. His wide, puppy like eyes, look down at you, lips pulled into a wide grin, as he takes the shock on your face. âHey, Y/n.â
And thatâs when it hits you. All the promises he made about not letting you go about making you his again. Now, years later, with everything different, he still intended on making all his promises come true. And you realize that itâs perfect. Right now, itâs perfect. Right now, you can start your forever.
âHey, Jake.â
Bonus scene
You lean back in the chair on the front porch of the summer house you rented for you and the boys and watch the way Nuri teaches the other kids how to draw a butterfly with chalk. Itâs a strange sight to see, Nuri all grown up, taking care of all the small little children. It makes a deep feeling of pride blossom in your chest, admiring just how far you have come.
âItâs crazy, isnât it?â, Jake speaks up from the seat beside you. âJust how fast the time passes.â
You let your gaze wander to him, to his perfect face with his perfect eyes and perfect lips. He looks older now, more mature. But it is a good look on him. It suits you perfectly.
âIt is.â, you say, letting out a soft side before leaning your back against Jakes chest, enjoying the feeling of being in his arms. âBut I am so grateful for this. I am so grateful we get to watch the boysâ kids grow up. I am so grateful I get see Nuri so happy and content. And I am so happy I can be with you, Jake.â
âForever?â, he asks, eyes looking deeply into yours and a soft smile, that is only dedicated to you.
âForever.â, you answer his question, and you have never been more honest in your whole life.
I- This was perfection! You had me hooked, happy, angry, happy, crying, then happy all in one sitting! But man i loved every second of it lol <3
someday



pairings: teacher!jake x single mom!reader
summary: Being a single mom to a 6 year old daughter isnât always easy, and it doesnât help that her class teacher awakens feelings inside of you, you havenât felt in a long time. Will the love between you blossom, or will your complicated life drive you apart?
words: 11.6k
story colour: green
warnings: one heavy (?) make out session and a lot of tension
masterlist of âenhypen as jobsâ
Life can change.
From one second to another, everything can change. Everything you have once known to be normal, everything you were used to. It all can get ripped away from you in the matter of a few seconds.
From one second to another a seventeen-year-old girl finds out she got pregnant from a boy that wasnât ready to commit to a life like that yet and parents that felt nothing but disappointment towards their teenage daughter.
From one second to another this girl had to move away, raise a child on her own and build a life save for them to live in. She had to find a job with a steady income, find people who could help her and put all her needs aside for the small bundle of life she brought into the world.
Not only did she have to change her life, but she also had to rebuild it. She had to create a new, healthier and secure one. Suddenly it wasnât about what outfit to wear to school, how to sneak out to go to a party or new drama that happened at school. It was about changing diapers, sleepless nights caused by a toothing child and soothing countless emotional outbreaks. It was about raising her child, teaching kindness and blaming every bad thing on herself.
But at the end of the day, it was being grateful, loving the child unconditionally and not being able to imagine her life any different. It was feeling purpose, feeling needed and feeling loved. It was showing exactly that love to her child and never letting her forget that.
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Listening to the waves crashing against the shore, you soak in the last moments of this morning, the soft rays of sun on your face, the slight breeze making your cheeks rosy and the faint sound of birds chirping somewhere close by. You soak in this moment, because moments like this are rare in the life youâre living, quiet and undisturbed, protected from all the daily stress and complications.
You breathe in the air one last time, before you see someone approaching you out of the corner of your eye.
âLook mommy, I found a pretty shell.â, your 6-year-old daughter Nuri says as she holds her hand out for you to see. You show her a bright smile, admiring the pretty shell in her hands. Your daughter has always been a collector, shells, flowers, rocks, even leaves, nothing is safe from her. And itâs something you love about her. How she sees the beauty in the small things, always so eager to show you the new things she discovered, with her big bright eyes.
âItâs so pretty, Nuri. How about you put it into your bag and later we will get the other shells you collected and make a pretty necklace out of them?â You watch as the little girl enthusiastically nods, putting the shell carefully into her bag, before sitting down beside you on the blanket you laid over the sand.
âAre you excited about starting school today?â, you ask your daughter, as you gently pull her onto your lap, stroking her hair with one of your hands. Whenever you look at her, you get stunned by how much you see your younger self in her. The more she grows, the more the resemblance grows. But you also realize how awfully fast time passes, and how much has changed since the day you held your little baby in your arms for the first time.
âI am.â, Nuri says, her big eyes almost disappearing as she grins widely at you, showing off her missing front tooth. âBut I will also miss kindergarten a lot. And I will miss you too, mommy.â
In an instant, tears fill up your eyes and it takes you a moment to swallow them down, not wanting Nuri to see you like that. You could cry after you dropped her off at school, but for now, those tears will have to stay hidden. âI will miss you too, sweet girl. But it is just a few hours that we donât see each other. Every day after school I will pick you up and we can do whatever we want to do, okay?â
Nuri nods her head again, before wrapping her arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug. âDo you think I will make any friends?â
âOf course, you will.â, you tell her, truthfully. Your daughter, in contrary to you, never had problems talking to others. She is a social butterfly, making friends wherever she goes. You admire her for that, wanting to have the same trait. Because while she plays with all the kids in the playground, you can only watch the other mothers sit together, talking about everything and nothing. Part of you wants to just go up to them, ask them if you could join them, but the other part of you feels anxious, scared of getting judged, the way you always do. Being a mom so young has only brought you trouble, wherever you go. And while Nuri is the best thing that has happened to you, others seem to not support that opinion.
If you got a dollar for every time someone told you that you would destroy your kids future, or that you are way too young to have this kind of responsibility, you would be rich by now. Everywhere you go, if itâs grocery shopping, getting gas, at restaurants, people try to give you advice or comment on the things that apparently went wrong with your life, without even knowing you or your story. You heard everything, from your parents not raising you right or having daddy issues because your dad left you when you were young, to being whore that slept around until she eventually got pregnant.
But they donât know that it was just a simple accident. That it was two teenagers having their first times together, being nervous and not really knowing what to do. It was two teenagers who didnât think and had to deal with the consequences of their moment together. Well, at least one did. It wasnât your parentsâ fault; it wasnât you sleeping around. It was just something that happened, unplanned but not unwanted.
And they donât know that ever since Nuri came into your life, everything felt like it had a purpose. You felt like you had a purpose. Being a mother has made you find out who you truly are, and what you truly want. It made you more aware of the process of growing up, and made you realize all the stupid things you did as a teenager. It helped you through the hardest times and gave you something to hold on to, a reason to fight. Nuri is the reason you wake up every day, the reason you can get out of bed and the reason you finally have a routine in your life.
And you truly believe that it was meant to happen. You were meant to get pregnant with her and build up a life for the both of you.
âIf someone will make a lot of friends, itâs you. I just know that everyone will love you, just how I know that I love you, so so much.â
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Itâs a weird feeling, picking your daughter up from her first day of school. You watch all the kids run up to their parents, excited little faces, already going on and on about everything that happened while they spend a few hours apart.
And while youâre waiting for your daughter to exit the school, you realize you canât wait to be with her again, to hear her tell all the stories about her experiences on her first day, to get ice cream with her and make necklaces and bracelets. You realize that this must be harder for you than for her. She doesnât realize the quickness in which she grows up, but you do.
It feels like yesterday when she was still in your belly. It feels like yesterday when she took her first steps, falling face first to the ground. It feels like yesterday when she said her first words, going up to every stranger in the grocery store and proudly repeating that word to them. It feels like yesterday when she lost her favorite toy and cried for two days straight. When you threw a little goodbye party for that toy with her and explained to her that maybe another child found her toy and gave it a new home, only to find the toy four days later under your bed. And it feels like yesterday when she came into your room, telling you she had a nightmare. She crawled into your bed and shortly before sleep took over, she whispered that you are the best mommy in the whole world.
All these memories start crashing over you, one by one. Tears fill your eyes yet again, and it takes everything in you to blink them away, not wanting to break down in front of all these strangers.
âMommy.â, you hear her voice before you see her. Turning in the direction of the voice, you see your daughter running up to you, her arms wide open. You kneel down, opening your arms yourself and a bright smile lighting up all your features.
âHey, my sweet girl.â, you say as you wrap her tightly into your arms. All the sadness you felt a moment ago washes away the moment you relish in the feeling of having the most important person in your life in your arms. âHow was your first day?â
âIt was so amazing, mommy. We learned a new song and ate a lot of fruits together. I made a lot of friends, and all my teachers are so nice.â You canât help but smile brightly at the excitement of your daughter. âDo we have some time before we go home? I want you to meet my teacher. He is still in the classroom, so we have to hurry.â
Before you can answer, Nuri already takes off with your hand in hers, leading you inside the school and to her classroom. You marvel at all the colorful decoration, the helpful quotes and the artistic pictures. âHello, Mr. Sim.â, your daughter says, excitedly waving at her teacher.
You take another step into the classroom, looking for the man that is busy packing his bag. But when he turns around and shows your daughter a bright smile, it almost takes your breath away. You never expected a teacher to look this⊠gorgeous. Mr. Sim looks young, your age probably, his skin is soft and glowing, his eyes a deep shade of brown and his black hair framing his perfect face. He has full, pink lips and a smile so bright, it resembles a puppy.
âHey, Nuri. What are you doing here? Shouldnât you be on your way home?â Even his voice sounds like it was dipped into honey and laced with cream and sprinkles. It does something to you, you havenât felt in a really long time.
âI wanted you to meet my mommy.â, she says, pointing over at you. And the moment Mr. Simâs eyes meet you, you can feel something in the air change. A uncuttable tension fills the room, and you canât stop staring at him. You canât stop looking at his perfect face and his perfect eyes and his perfect lips. You feel ashamed for feeling this way, for thinking about your daughterâs teacher that way, but you canât help yourself. âMr. Sim this is my mommy.â
âHi.â, he says, his voice breaking with this simple word. âIâm Mr. Sim, but you can call me Jake.â Jake wipes his hand on his pants before reaching it out for you to take, which you do. Gently you place your hand in his, giving it a soft shake, almost sighing at the feeling of this small contact. Jake has big hands, long fingers and veins traveling up his arms, but his skin is so soft and smooth it almost doesnât seem fair.
âIâm Y/N, Nuriâs mom.â You almost punch yourself for sounding so weak and pathetic. The last thing you want is for Nuriâs teacher to know what an effect his mere presence has on you. âAre you Nuriâs class teacher?â
âFor now, yeah. Iâm a substitute teacher since their actual teacher got into an accident and has to rest for probably a few months. I was meant to start at another school but got transferred here last minute.â You could listen to him speak for hours. âBut you probably donât care about that.â He chuckles softly, letting a hand nervously glide through his silky hair. âWhat you probably do care about is that we have a parentsâ conference next week. I wanted to send an e-mail to every parent, but you know, seeing as you are here, I just wanted to let you know beforehand.â
You nod at him, showing him a small appreciative smile. âThank you, Jake. I will see what I can do to come. Maybe someone will have the time to look after Nuri for a few hours.â
Jake nods one time, then another, before letting his hand fall to his side. âItâs a pretty important conference, seeing that this has a lot of information about the first school year. Maybe her father can look after her, so you can come.â You can hear the lingering note in his sentence, subconsciously knowing that heâs testing the waters.
âNuriâs father is not in her life.â, you say, looking down at your daughter who only smiles up at you. âItâs just us, right, sweet pee?â
âYep.â, she says, nodding her head a few times. âOur house is a girlsâ only zone.â Jake chuckles at the words of the little girl in front of him. He reaches into the pocket of his jeans and takes out his phone to hand it to you.
âYou can see if you find someone to look after her for a few hours and if not, you can just text me and we will find a solution. Is that okay with you?â Stunned, you take his phone, seeing his contact list already open.
âYeah, yeah of course. Thank you so much, Mr. Sim.â
âJake.â, he tells you again, a gentle smile resting on his lips. âYou can just call me Jake, okay?â
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âGod, it was so embarrassing.â, Jake says as he drinks a sip from his coke. âI kept on rambling and stuttering. Like my hands got all sweaty and I couldnât even really look her in the eyes.â
He hears his friends laughing at him to which he just frowns. Jake knows the way he acted around you, his studentâs mom, wasnât appropriate, but it was like the moment he saw you his brain stopped working. All the blood rushed out of it, leaving him stupid and unable to form thought through sentences. It was like he was sixteen all over again. A teenager nervous around pretty girls, unable to talk to them without making a foul out of himself.
âDude, you seem down bad for her.â, Jay, his friend, says, not being able to hide the amusement in his voice. Itâs been a while since the boys heard any stories about women in Jakeâs life. Jake always tried to keep in love life as clear as possible, only looking for something serious and whenever he noticed the other person wasnât reciprocating the same feeling, he ended whatever it was between him and the other person. Ever since Jake was young, he had one wish and that was to be in love. To love unconditionally, find someone who feels the same way and spend the rest of his life with them. To marry, have kids and grow old together. Thatâs what Jake always wanted, and still does to this day. But finding someone with the same wish turned out to be harder than he thought it would.
âBut doesnât she have a kid? Doesnât that mean she has a husband, or boyfriend?â, Sunghoon asks, joining in on the conversation.
Jake just shakes his head, sighing as he lets his free hand nervously glide through his hair. âNo, I already asked her. Itâs apparently just her and her daughter. But I donât know where the father is, didnât think it would be appropriate to ask her that.â
âWait. You asked her about a man in her life?â, Heesungsâ eyes are wide, and he has to swallow the laugh that threatens to leave his lips. âBro, there is no way, you had the balls to do that. She definitely knows that you are interested in her.â
âWhat?â, Jake exclaims, bewilderedly looking at his friends. âWhat do you mean she knows I am interested in her?â
âBro, you asked if she has a boyfriend or not, thatâs the first sign of testing the waters, checking if sheâs single. Everyone knows that and I bet she does too.â
Jake lets his head fall into his hands, a frustrated sigh leaving his lips. âShe probably thinks I am a weirdo. God, what if she doesnât want her child to be in a class with a teacher that was shamelessly hitting on her? What if she tells the other parents and Iâm going to get kicked out of that school?â
âJake.â, Sunghoon puts a comforting hand on his friendâs shoulder. âI doubt she would do that. And come on, maybe she is interested in you as well. Look at you, you are an attractive man. Donât overthink this whole thing, okay?â
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âAnd they lived happier ever after. The end.â, you finish reading the bedtime story for Nuri, closing the book and putting it on her nightstand.
âMommy?â, you hear her quiet voice asking for you. Immediately, you take her hand, showing her a soft smile. She looks so small with her eyes just half open, tiredness written all over her face.
âYes, sweety?â
âDo you like Mr. Sim?â The question surprises you, makes you take a few deep breaths before feeling ready to answer.
âI think he is a lovely person. He seems very sweet to you. Why do you ask that?â
Nuri adjusts her position, trying to open her eyes more to look at you clearly. âI think you are in love with him. Mrs. Kim said that when someone is in love with another person, they get very nervous and start stuttering in their sentences. She told me that you canât stop looking at the person and that you seem kind of starstruck. Just like the way I look at ice cream.â She hugs her little teddy bear closer to her chest before continuing. âThatâs how you looked today when you looked at Mr. Sim.â
You canât help but shake your head as you hear the words your elderly neighbor has told your daughter. But it shouldnât surprise you. Mrs. Kim has always been a hopeless romantic, going on and on about how you will find the right guy for you, that you just have to be patient. She has been watching over Nuri ever since she was a little baby, and it was bound to happen that at some point she would fill your daughterâs head with this nonsense.
âI am not in love with Mr. Sim, baby. I donât even know him.â
âBut you could get to know him. And then you will fall in love with him and live happily ever after with him, just like in the stories you read me every night.â You can hear something underlying in your daughterâs voice. Something she hides as she speaks those words.
âNuri, why do you want me to fall in love with Mr. Sim?â, you ask her, squeezing her hand softly. You can see the sadness forming on her little face and it breaks your heart seeing her like this. Whatever it is that she was thinking at that moment, must have been on her mind for a long time.
âEver since last year the kids in kindergarten asked me why I donât have a dad. Every kid there has a dad, just not me. I want to have a dad, too, just like all the other children do.â Small tears start dripping down her cheeks, and you canât hide the ones threatening to leave your eyes too.
âOh, my sweet girl. Come here.â You gently pull her into a hug, cradling her head in your hands. âWhy didnât you tell me about it?â
âI didnât want to make you sad. I know that talking about my dad makes you very sad, and I donât want you to be sad, mommy.â Twice, you felt your heart break within a few minutes. You hadnât realized the effect this theme has on you, the sadness that still lingers whenever you think about her father. You hadnât realized that your daughter noticed that. Your empathetic six-year-old daughter. A part of you feels proud of her for being such a sweet considerate little girl, but the other part is scared of how much other stuff she has noticed.
âNuri, I am so sorry for not talking a lot about your father with you. I promise I will answer you every question about him in the future. And I am not sad when you mention him, okay? It is so important for you to communicate your feelings with me. When something worries you, you can always come to me and tell me about it, no matter what, okay?â You can feel her nod against your chest, her little hands wiping away the tears on her face. âGood. Now try to sleep, sweety. You need to have a lot of energy for school tomorrow. I love you, Nuri.â
âI love you too, mommy.â
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You feel nervous as you park at the school building. There are several cars there already, all parents who will also be at the conference. Anxiety builds up in your belly, the fears of judgement towards you rising inside of you. This happened a lot at parent conferences when Nuri was still in kindergarten. The parents would be delighted to see you at first, asking if you are her sister but when they find out you are her mom, all you got was weird looks and whispers from other parents. It made you almost skip every conference after that, but you had to go, for Nuriâs sake. So, itâs understandable why your hands are shaking as you enter the school.
You dropped Nuri off at Mrs. Kimâs appartement, not before telling her to stop bringing Nuriâs hope of you getting a boyfriend up. A part of you knows that Mrs. Kim didnât mean it with any bad intention, but you still donât want Nuri to think that she will get a dad. Her real father is still uninterested to be in her life, and you donât think that will change any time soon, and bringing a new father figure into her life is something you are still afraid of. People these days are not looking for serious commitment, they get scared when they hear about the child in your life, and they leave before anything serious can even start to develop. And the last thing you want is to introduce someone to Nuriâs life, just to have them leave a few weeks later. You donât want to do that to her.
âY/N.â, you hear someone call out for you and when you turn around you are greeted with the bright smile of no other than Sim Jake. âYou made it. I am so happy to see you.â
âYeah, sorry for not texting you. I kind of forgot about it with the whole stress I was having the best few days.â Jake seems to only smile brighter at your words, one of his hands nervously scratching the back of his neck. It gives you a moment to take him in. He is wearing a baggy pair of blue jeans with a black button up shirt, the arms of his shirt rolled up, exposing his arms. You canât help but to let your eyes trail to his hands, his beautiful hands, but before you let yourself trail off too long, you let your eyes wander back to his, only to be met by a smirking Jake. Jake noticed your wandering gaze, the way your eyes shamelessly roamed his body. And he canât say he isnât flattered.
âDonât worry, Y/n. Iâm just glad to see you again. I hope you are, too.â You can hear the shift in his voice, the confidence and pride in it. And it makes a shiver run down your spine. âBut we should go inside the classroom, before the parents get worried where I am.â
For the whole conference, you try to stay focused, to take notes and remember everything Jake was telling the parents, but your mind always drifted off. You got lost staring at the way he was talking so animatedly with his hands, biting his lip, and licking it with his tongue after every sentence, and how he brushes his hair out of his eyes every few seconds. And looking around, you notice that you donât seem to be the only one staring at Jake. Some other mothers in the room developed a certain fascination with the young teacher, tugging their hair behind their ears and looking at him with a starstruck gaze. Watching them, you notice that you must look the same way when you look at Jake, just how Nuri told you. And it makes an embarrassed flush appear on your cheeks. You should really get yourself together. This is the teacher of your daughter, you shouldnât be thinking about him in that way, shouldnât be staring at him with such hungry eyes.
So, when you Jake announces the end of the conference, you canât help but to hastily back your things into your back and make your way to head out of the classroom. âY/N.â But Jakeâs voice stops you from that. âCan you stay back a bit? I want to talk to you.â You turn around and give him a quick and shy nod, before sitting down on one of the chairs again and waiting for all the other parents to leave. Which turns out to take longer than you thought it would, almost all of the moms line up in front of him, asking him questions and wanting his attention.
Every now and then you see the look on Jakeâs face, the tight-lipped smile and the alarming eyes, seeming almost uncomfortable. But you could be wrong about that impression.
Finally, the last one left, leaving only you and Jake in the classroom. He turns to you, a soft and honest looking smile on his lips. âThank you for waiting, Y/N. I really appreciate that.â You smile back at him, standing up so you can walk over to him.
âWhy did you want me to stay back?â, you ask him as you stop in front of him, looking up at him with your wide eyes. Jake seems to be losing the ability to talk again, your eyes driving him crazy. You give him the type of look that makes him want to press you against the next wall and kiss you until your lungs give out.
âI wanted to ask you how you liked the conference.â His voice is low and coarse, and he has to clear his throat a few times to get rid of the lump in it.
âYou wanted me to stay back just so you could ask me how I liked the parents conference?â, you ask him, eyebrows raised in a question.
âYes?â, he answers, his yes almost sounding like a question itself. He scratches the back of his neck again, feeling suddenly so self-conscious. âI mean it was my first time doing something like this and I guess I just wanted to know how I was. You know, if I came across as nervous or insecure.â
You shake your head at him, a constant smile on your lips. âJake, you did so well. Everyone in this room liked you, and you seemed so confident when you talked about everything. Believe me, no one could have done it better than you.â
Jake feels his heart swell at your words, not having thought you would say something like that to him. It has been a long time since Jake has gotten praised in such a way, and it does something to him, something he canât admit to himself.
âThank you.â, he mumbles, a faint bit of blush on his cheeks. âHearing that means a lot to me.â
You gently squeeze his arm, showing him another bright smile. âNo need to thank me. I am just telling you the truth.â You take a step back again, hand sinking back to your side. âBut I sadly have to go now. I have to pick up Nari since itâs a school night and I donât want her to stay awake for too long.â
âYeah, sure, of course.â, Jake quickly says, walking to his bag and starting to pack in his things. âGive me a second, I will walk you to your car.â
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This has been the third time in four months that you were too late to pick up Nuri from school. With the newfound time, your boss thought it was a good idea to give you more work, and normally you would decline this amount of work, since it gives you less time that you can spend with Nuri. But more work also means more money, and you need it more desperately than ever lately. The rent in your apartment got raised, fuel got more expensive and all the school stuff that you had to buy also didnât make your bank account look good.
With your head lowered and guilt tripping down every part of your body, you walk into Nuriâs school. As you step into her classroom, your eyes widen. Jake is sitting beside Nuri on a desk, drawing inside a book with her, while talking to her with a soft smile on his face.
âThere you are Ms. Park.â, you can hear the voice of Nuriâs other teacher Mrs. Song. âWe waited for you for 30 minutes now. This is the third time this has happened, and I cannot tell you how disappointed I am with your punctuality. I get that you are young, but that doesnât give you the right to abandon your own child for whatever party activity you have to do.â
Almost immediately you feel the guilt replace itself with anger. You know that picking up your child too late is irresponsible, but claiming you abandon your child and go partying is reaching too high. You feel like youâre seventeen-year-old you all over again, when everyone told you that you wonât be able to raise a child, that your child will grow up traumatized, wishing they had all the things other kids her age have. They told you to give Nuri up for adoption, that it would be the best possibility at your age.
âI am so sorry I was late picking up Nuri, again. But your accusations are what are disappointing here. As a teacher you shouldnât have such prejudices against parents. Yes, I am young, but that doesnât mean I am not able to love and provide for my daughter. Live on day in my shoes and see how well you can manage it.â
A short beat of silence fills the room, and before Mrs. Song can open her mouth to say another word, Jake speaks up first. âMrs. Song, how about you take Nuri to one of the vending machines and get her a snack, while I talk to Ms. Park.â
With a heavy sigh, Mrs. Song nods, taking Nuriâs hand and walking out of the room with her, leaving you and Jake alone. âY/n.â He gently says as he walks over to you. And there is something about his voice, so gentle and caring and something about his presence so comfortable and safe, that makes the tears in your eyes break their way free to roll over your cheeks. âOh, come here.â
Jake gently pulls you into his arms, one hand on your back, comfortingly stroking it, and the other on your head. You wrap your own arms tightly around him and allow yourself for the first time in months to let it all out, the stress, the hurt, the pain, the longing, everything. A sob wracks through your whole body, and it breaks Jakeâs heart. He doesnât know how to help you, what to do to take all this pain away from you. So, all he does is pull you closer â if thatâs even possible â and whisper encouraging words into your ear.
âDo you want to talk about it?â, Jake gently asks as he pulls away from the hug, taking your face in his hands and wiping the tears on your face away with his thumbs.
You close your eyes for a few seconds, trying to calm down from your little breakdown, before starting to talk to him. âEverything has just been so hard lately. I can barely pay rent, I have to work longer and harder to earn all the money I need, and Nuri hasnât stopped talking and asking questions about her dad. I try to act unbothered by it, but if your daughter talks about the boy that has not only broken your heart but left you alone when you most needed him, it makes you relive it all over again. And I just feel like the worst mom on earth for not being able to give Nuri the live she deserves. Everyone is telling me that over and over again, what if they are right?â
âNo.â, Jake says shaking his head. He cups your cheek with one hand, the other one taking its place on your waist. âListen to me. You are an amazing mom, Y/n. God, half of the people that say those mean things want to be just like you. You sacrificed so much to provide for your daughter and that is more than just admirable. You should be proud of yourself, not doubt yourself. Nuri loves you. In fact, you are all she ever talks about. She admires you so much, Y/n, and she loves you with all her heart. Thatâs what matters the most.â
More tears start to stream down your cheeks, and you whisper a quiet âthank youâ to Jake, before pulling him back into your arms. He holds you close, leaving a gentle kiss at your temple every now and then. âHow about we get Nuri and then we go out for ice cream? I donât want to leave you alone right now.â
You nod against his chest, not ready to let go of him yet. âThank you, Jake. For everything.â
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Something changed between you and Jake after that day. It started with texts, him checking up on you every now and then, seeing if you need help. Then it developed to calls, once a week, talking about your feelings and worries, but those calls quickly got more frequent and happened every night after you put Nuri down to sleep. And you donât know how it happened or when it happened, but now you find yourself getting ready to meet him for the first time in another place other than Nuriâs school.
âI think the purple top looks prettier on you, mommy.â Nuri says from where she sits on your bed. You have been changing outfits for an hour now, never finding the right thing to wear.
âYou think so?â, you ask as you put it over put it on yet again. âI think you are right. This should be good enough.â You turn around to face Nuri, just to see her snuggled up with her teddy bear, big eyes watching you attentively. âYou ready to spend some time with Mrs. Kim, sweety?â
You are answered with a wild nod and a bright smile. You know you could just take her with you, Jake wouldnât mind that at all, but there is a part of you that really wants to spend some time with him alone. Just you and him.
You shouldnât feel selfish about it, but you do. You feel like you put your own needs before your daughtersâ ones. You know itâs far reached since this is the first time in a while that Mrs. Kim has to look after Nuri, but you hate depending on people. You hate having to drop Nuri off somewhere when you have plans. You hate that you canât do this alone.
âHey, pretty girl.â, Jake says as he sits down beside you on the picknick blanket you pulled out for the two of you, a bright smile is on his beautiful lips. âCan I ask you why exactly you wanted to meet here?â
You look at the ocean in front of you, at the soft waves crashing against the shore, glowing under the soft light of the sun peeking through the clouds. There is something magical about this place, something you canât describe in words.
âI used to come here all the time when I was pregnant with Nuri. It was the only place that seemed to calm me down. I guess I just wanted to share that with you. You have become a very comforting part of my life, and I just thought you would like this place as much as I do.â
There is something in Jake eyes that changes the moment you speak those words. They seem to go lighter, wider, like a little puppy. It makes all the blood in your body rush right up in your cheeks and lets goosebumps rise over your skin. It makes you think about things you arenât supposed to think, feel things that definitely arenât appropriate to be thought in public.
Jake takes one of your hands, giving it a tight squeeze before sighing gently and looking out into the sea. You follow his gaze, admiring the sand glittering in the sunlight and listening to the sounds of the seals far off on the water. Both of you relish in the tranquility of the moment, no words needed.
âItâs my birthday next week,â Jake says after a few minutes. âI am throwing a small party. Just me and my three friends and I wanted to know if you want to come as well.â
You look at him only to be met with his hopeful, big eyes. He shows you an encouraging smile, and for a moment you unlearn the ability to speak. âUhm, yeah, sure. Is it okay if I bring Nuri with me? I hate having to leave her at Mrs. Kims place all the time.â
âOf course, I was assuming she was going to come as well.â Your heart swells at his words, appreciating his attentive soul. You know how much Jake grew fond of Nuri. He talks about her approvements in school all the time, telling you about funny jokes she makes or impressive questions she asks. Jake tells you how smart and polite she is, and how she always tries to include everyone into the little friend group she built. He also tells you how well you raised her, and how proud he is of you for that, but thatâs not something you want to focus on, because it makes you think about inappropriate things.
âThen we will definitely be there.â Jake shows you another one of his bright smiles, white teeth on his display. Sometimes when you look at him, through the phone or in real life, you wonder what it is the two of you have. You wonder if it is just a friendship the two of you are building up, or if it is more than that. There are moments- you donât know if you are imagining them or if they are real- where the tension between you heightens, so much it could be cut with a knife. There are moments in which it feels like if one of you makes a move something is going to happen, something big and heavy. There are moments in which you think that this could be it. This could be yours forever. It sounds crazy, farfetched, but Jake is the type of person you always wanted to spend the rest of your life with. He is the kind of person, you know would treat you right, the kind of person that would have a good influence on Nuri. You know you two havenât fully gotten to know each other. Jake may be in a completely different chapter of his life. He may not want to commit to something so serious, especially since he is only at the start of his teaching job, or because he is too young to think about having a family. You donât know what this is between you guys and while you desperately want an answer to that question, you donât want to risk losing whatever it is the two of your built up in the past weeks.
But when you look at Jake again you can feel the same tension, heavy and thick. You notice his eyes darkening, the way he licks his lips more often and glances down at your own every few seconds. One move, it will just take one move, and one of you is going to break the distance between the two of you.
Jake gently places one hand on your thigh, and you can feel his warmth burning through the material of your jeans and right onto your skin. You have to swallow the gasp that threatens to leave your lips, shocked at what such a little touch from him does to you. His hand travels further up and it almost feels impossible for you to think clearly. Every last piece of sanity left your body the moment Jake touched you and all you can focus on is him. Him and his plump lips, him and his big hands that are touching you in the most alluring way. And him and his big brown eyes, pulling you in and hypnotizing you.
âY/n.â, he whispers, voice hoarse and rough. Suddenly, his face is closer, lips almost touching yours. You just have to lean forward a little more, but you are frozen, lost in his scent. You want him, you need him. Everything inside of you screams for him, in a way you have never experienced. Your body is pulled towards him like a magnet, and you need him to take you home to him right now.Â
But before any of you can suggest that a voice calls out for Jake in the background. Almost immediately the two of you pull away from each other, awkwardly looking around. âHey Jake. I knew that was your big head.â A man, around your age, approaches the two of you. He is tall, with black hair and a few prominent moles on his face. His smile reveals two little fangs which you find quite adorable.
âOh, sorry. I didnât see you have any company.â The man awkwardly glances at the two of you, noticing that he just interrupted something between the two of you.
âAll good, bro.â, Jake says, not being able to hide the disappointment in his voice. âY/n, this is Sunghoon. One of my friends I told you about.â You show Sunghoon a polite smile, reaching one hand out to for him to take.
âItâs nice to meet you, Sunghoon.â Sunghoon canât hide the surprised look on his face as he takes your hand and gives it a quick shake.
âHold on, you are Y/n?â You nod your head at him, confused as to why he was reacting like that towards you. âWow, I heard a lot about you.â From the corner of your eyes, you can see Jakes head falling into his hands, as he lets out a frustrated grunt. A smug grin appears on your lips as you cock your head at the boy in front of you.
âI hope you only heard good stuff.â
âYou best believe it was only good stuff. Jake wonât stop talking about you. All day long he goes on about âY/n is so-â But before he can continue his sentence, Jake slaps one of his hands on the mouth of his friend, shutting him up indefinitely.
âThatâs enough from you, Sunghoon. Man, you never know when to shut up.â Jake mumbles that last part, but you hear it anyway. All the doubt you had in your mind earlier leaves your head. Maybe Jake does want you the way you want him. Maybe he really is different than all the other man you met.
âWell as much as I wanted to hear whatever your friend had to say, I have to go now. It was nice meeting you, Sunghoon. And we will call later, right?â As you ask the last question, you look at Jake, eyebrows raised, waiting for his answer.
âYes, of course. I will call you.â
âOkay, then see you later.â You give Jake a quick kiss on the cheek and show Sunghoon a last goodbye smile, before grabbing your things and walking to your car, leaving an embarrassed Jake and a widely grinning Sunghoon behind.
âSo, this is Y/n, huh? Man, now I get why you wonât stop talking about her. She is hot.â
âHey, come on. Donât talk about her like that.â Jake shakes his head, blowing out some air from his lungs and closing his eyes for a moment to clear his still foggy mind. He still hasnât recovered from the moment you two had just a few minutes ago. Jake was so close to kissing you, so close to asking you to go somewhere private, because he knows you felt it too. He knows you could feel the tension in the air, the arousal dripping from your body. He knows it, and he could feel it by the way your body was reacting to him. âShe is so much more than just hot.â
âIâm just saying.â Sunghoon shrugs his shoulders, reaching one hand out to help Jake stand back up. âIâm glad you finally found someone, Jake. Happiness looks good on you.â
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Nuri and you spent three hours baking and decorating the cupcakes for Jakesâ birthday party, and judging by the way Jakes friends stuff them into their mouths, it was worth the effort.
At first you were worries bringing Nuri to a birthday party with three strange men she doesnât know but watching her giggle at the cream smeared faces of Jakesâ friends, all the worry flew right of the window. From the moment you entered the apartment the boys made it their life mission to entertain Nuri. They went from playing tea party, to performing dance routines, to laying on the ground and acting like they are mermaids. There was not one single wish Nuri expressed, that they didnât grant in a heartbeat. She wants them to put on lipstick and towels as dresses to make a fashion show. Done. She wants them to act like knights and protect the princess- her- from a dangerous attack. Done. She wants them to carry her around, spin her in circles and throw her high up in the air every five minutes. Done.
And you can see that Nuri enjoys all the attention she is getting. She thrives in it, and it gives you a sense of relief.
âThey are so good with children.â, you tell Jake who is sitting beside you, watching as Nuri counts down from ten to search for Sunghoon, Jay and Heeseung in a game of hide and seek.
âThey are.â, Jake says, resting his head on your shoulder. âThey all want children someday. We had that conversation before, so I knew that they would also love it when Nuri comes over.â
âAnd you?â, you ask Jake, looking down at him. âDo you want children?â
You can feel him smile from where he has his face buried in your neck. He leaves a gentle kiss at the space between your shoulder and your neck, before lifting his head to look into your eyes. âYes.â There is no sign of hesitation in his voice, his eyes reflecting his sincerity. âYes, I really want kids.â
âNow, or in a few years?â
âI donât care.â, he says, grabbing one of your hands, and playing with your fingers just for a few seconds, before intertwining your fingers. âIf now or in five years, Iâm ready to have kids. Iâve always wanted them. Why would you think I work at an elementary school?â You can feel the weight lifting from your shoulders. This question has been bothering you for some time now, and now that itâs finally out and is answer is so fitting, you canât fight the smile lighting up your face.
âHey, you two love birds. I hate to interrupt your little moment, but I just wanted to ask you if itâs okay that we take Nuri to the playground a street down from here?â, Heeseung asks, looking straight at you. âEver since we told her about the playground, she has been begging us to take her there. I swear we wonât be long, and we will take good care of her. I swear, I will never leave her out of my sight and stay by her side the whole time.â
This isnât something you would normally do. You wouldnât trust someone you barely know to take your child somewhere, but itâs something about the way they took care of her today that makes you trust them. And you trust Jake. You trust him to know what kind of people to introduce to your daughter. âOf course, yes.â, you tell Heseeung, smiling as you see the excitement on his face. âJust make sure to be back by dinner and to not let her on the swing for too long. She always gets sick when sheâs on it for a longer time.â With one last nod and a âWe promise to take the best care in the world about herâ, they are out of the door.
It takes a few seconds for you to realize that you and Jake are alone. And it takes another few seconds for you to face the man sitting beside you. There it again, the look in his eyes, making you weak in his knees.
1, 2, 3 seconds pass and Jake canât handle this silence anymore. He canât handle the way you look at him and what it does to him. With one tug, Jake pulls you closer and it doesnât take him long before he presses his lips against yours.
This is different than any kiss you have ever experienced. Jake kisses with a passion, with a longing, you have never felt before. His hands are on your body, in your hair, holding your cheeks. He pulls you onto his lap, never once stopping the heated kiss. You have your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you, needing to feel him everywhere.
There is an urgency in the kiss, a need to big itâs going to explode. Every pent of thought or longing the both of you have kept to yourself over the past week flows right into the kiss. Itâs wild, passionate and so indescribable good. You can feel it tingling all over your body, waking up needs you didnât know you have, thoughts you always tried to repress. Jakes hands wander over your body again, your thighs, your hips, your waist, your back. And it makes you moan softly into the kiss, breaking free just to take a deep breath which gives Jake enough time to explore the soft skin of your neck. He trails down kisses, stopping at the point where he feels your pulse and licking the sensitive skin.
Another soft moan slips out of your lips, and it drives Jake crazy. It makes his head spin and takes his breath away. There is no clear thought in his head anymore, everything is clouded by the pleasure of this moment. His hands pull you closer to him, eyes closing at the feeling of you, and you have to take another deep breath before whispering your next words.
âTake me to your room, Sim Jake.â
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âYouâre so beautiful.â, Jake whispers as he raises his hand to softly stroke your hair out of your face.
âGood morning to you too.â You have been waking up to the sight of Jake for the past few months now, and no matter how many times you see him like this, you never get used to the sight. His hair messy from the nightâs sleep, his naked chest shining in the morning sun and his puffy pink lips puffy from the night before. He is gorgeous, ethereal even. No word describes the beauty he is carrying.
Jake pulls you into his arms so that your head lays on his chest and his arms are tightly around you. âI will never get used to this.â, he whispers. âThis is a dream come true.â
âWhat is a dream come true?â
âYou. This. Waking up next to you, getting to spend every day with you and Nuri. This, this is perfect.â You close your eyes, letting this moment sink in for a while. You capture it, take a mental photo and put it in a special box somewhere in your brain, so when things get hard again, this moment will remind you how easy life can be.
âI love you.â, you whisper softly, kissing his chest a few times before laying your head back down on it.
âI love you too, Y/n.â His voice is louder, clearer, like he never wants to hide those words from you, ever. âAnd I want this, forever. I know I have to move away soon for my job at another school, but we will make this work. I want to make this work. Itâs just a two-hour drive, thatâs practically nothing.â
You lift your head to look at Jake, admiring the soft glow of his skin. There is an ounce of doubt lingering in the air. You know that his move will complicate things for you. Visiting will be hard with Nuri having to go to school and you having to work every day, but there are always weekends. And if Jake believes that the two of you can make it work, then you will.
So, you nod your head, scooting up to leave a few kisses on his plump, puffy lips. âWe can make this work. We will have to.â
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The sun is shining brightly as you pull up to the school to pick Nuri up. Normally you would wait in the car until she walks out of the school, but since Nuri had an âend of the schoolâ project today, she wanted you to come in and take a look at what she made.
Life has been good, better than good, actually. Everything has been perfect. Jake had become a constant part of your lives, visiting a few times a week and taking the two of you out on trips. Nuri and Jakeâs friends- well your friends as well now- have grown incredibly close. She doesnât talk about anything else other than the boys and how fun it is to spend time with them. They have grown closer to you too, finding a weird kind of solace whenever you are around them.
Everything is the way you always wanted it to be. And sometimes you catch yourself thinking that everything is too perfect, that something is bound to happen any time soon to destroy the little perfect life you build yourself. But you never thought it would happen this soon.
As you walk inside the school, you search for the classroom where they exhibited the projects, stopping when you hear some voices not far from you. You know itâs rude to eavesdrop but when you hear your name in the conversation, you canât help but to stop and listen.
âYeah, apparently she and Jake are in a relationship.â
âWhat? Really? She is really trying to fuck herself to the top, isnât she?â
âI mean we could have seen it coming, right? The way she always looked at him, like she wanted to eat him alive. It was concerning. Itâs a real wonder he didnât run away when he still could, but now she got him all under her claws.â
âI have known her since our daughters were in kindergarten, and she has always been like this. Whoring around and not caring about her daughter.â
âI mean I knew she was still young and immature, but that is shocking. First, she carelessly gets knocked up at seventeen and then instead of maturing she stays a naĂŻve little girl who fucks her daughterâs teacher. If I were here, I would be embarrassed.â
âItâs no wonder she has no support from her parents anymore. I wouldnât support my daughter if she were a disgrace to the family like she is.â
âI mean all that aside, I think she should take the time to mature first. She is still so young, not fit to be a mother. Maybe all she needs is a clear mind before she faces the hardships of life. Maybe no one taught her how to be an adult yet.â
âAre you defending her?â
âNo, of course I am not. Iâm just saying she needs a wake-up call. Something that will help her get all the horniness out of her mind and get her to take better care of her daughter.â
The world has stopped. You could feel it. The air feels heavier, time doesnât go on anymore and all sounds went quiet. Everything has stopped, except for the thoughts in your head. A dark heavy cloud forms over your head, raining down on you with an intensity, you didnât feel in a very long time.
Maybe you jinxed it. Maybe your constant worry of something ruining your perfect little life was the one thing that ruined it all together. You should have known it.
The worst thing is knowing that they are right, not with everything of course. You arenât ready yet. There is so much you still need to learn, so many lessons you havenât faced yet. You arenât ready yet. You need to mature; become a proper adult and you really arenât ready.
You noticed it a while ago, the lingering feeling in your chest whenever Jake was around, the nagging question in the back of your head. You noticed that there was a part of you- a part that grew stronger and stronger with time- that simply wasnât ready for a relationship yet. And while whatever the women were saying was rude and uncalled for, they are right. They spoke out what you were too scared of admitting. They spoke out what you were too scared was going to ruin all the things you built up.
You can feel it now too, the pain consuming your heart, filling your lungs, and coursing through your veins. The tears filling your eyes, the stop stuck in your throat. But you canât let it out, not here, not now. First, you have to be a mother. First, you have to look at Nuriâs project, tell her how proud you are of her and take her home to be the mother she deserves. Later, when sheâs in bed, thatâs when you can let it all out.
âExcuse me.â, you say, your voice surprisingly stable and strong. All four women turn around in a second, looking at you with wide eyes and open mouths. âI was searching for the classroom where they exhibit the school projects. Would you mind telling me where it is? I donât want to get caught, what did you call it? Ah, yes, whoring around.â
A loud gasp leaves one of the mothersâ mouths and it takes all the strength in your body not to laugh out loud at their faces. One of the other women points in the direction of the classroom for you, gulping almost visibly as you show her a bright smile.
âThank you so much.â, you say. As you walk past them, you stop, something nagging in the back of your head. âAnd donât be jealous that my needs get satisfied every night, I bet your husbands will keep up eventually.â
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You know that ignoring Jakeâs calls wouldnât be a good idea, but you didnât think that he would turn up at your doorstep at 10 pm shortly before you were heading to bed.
You spent the past days thinking about your situation, about your relationship with Jake and your and Nuriâs future. Over and over again did you go through all the solutions in your head, trying to figure out whatâs right for you, what you want. Because for once, just one time in your life, you have to think about yourself, what you need.
You thought that it wouldnât take long for Jake to turn up at your doorstep, but seeing him standing in front of you, hair messy, cheeks tinted in a soft red and a worried look on his face, makes you want to change your mind all over again.
âHey.â, he says, showing you a forced smile. âAre you okay? I was worried. Youâve been ignoring my calls. Did I do something wrong? Did I say something that hurt you? Because if I did then please tell me so I can make it up to you again. I swear the last thing I want is to lose you, but I canât make it up to you if you donât talk to me, if you donât tell me what I did to make you shut me out.â There is an urgency in his voice, pain lingering in his words. You havenât thought about what the past few days must have felt like for Jake, too caught up in your own head. He tried to call you multiple times and got disappointed every time you didnât pick up yet again. It must have been torture for him not knowing if he did something wrong, not knowing the reason behind your sudden radio silence.
Looking at him like this, worried and distressed, tears fall down your face almost immediately. âOh, baby.â, Jake softly coos. Carefully he takes a step towards you and as he notices that you make no move away from him, he pulls you into his arms, holding you tightly against his chest. âPlease talk to me, Y/n. Please tell me whatâs going on.â
You clear your throat, shakily wiping away the tears on your face. âI donât want to hurt you, Jake. Please, you have to believe me that that is the last thing I ever want to do. I love you, so much. Sometimes it scares me just how much I do, but lately Iâve been realizing that I am not ready. I am not ready for this, not ready for a relationship. There is so much in my life that I need to fix, so much about myself that I need to fix. I still havenât lived, you know? I donât know what it is to actually live, to find myself, to know what I want and what I need. I have so much to learn. And I know that you would be by my side through whatever I am going through, supporting me and lending me a helping hand. But I realized that I need to do this alone. I need to fight through this on my own and grow from it. We are still so young, Jake, so much in our life can still happen and I donât want you to get caught up in all of this. Especially since youâre moving away and starting a whole new chapter in your life.â
There is a beat of silence, a few seconds where everything is quiet. You only hear your own heart beating out of your chest. Jake wipes at his eyes, one, two times before he nods, slow and steady. âOkay.â, he whispers. Silence again. Itâs like Jake is fighting with himself, having an inner conflict, he doesnât want to share with you. He blows out a long breath, rubbing a hand over his face before looking back at you. His eyes red from the unshed tears.
âOkay, Y/n.â, he repeats again, blinking a few times. âEverything inside of myself is screaming for me to fight for you right now, to tell you that we can work this out and fix those things together. But I know you, and I know that once you made up your mind about something, no one can change that again.â He sighs another time, long and hard. âSo, I will let you go. For now, at least. As you said, we are still young. This may be our end now, Y/n, but it wonât be our end forever. I will never give up on you. Someday, I will find you again. Someday, I will make you mine again.â Jake cups one of your cheeks in his hands, gently letting his thumb caress your soft skin. One small tear drops down his face, that is the only one he allows to escape, before he softly places a kiss on your lips. It is not a long kiss, not the type of kiss that leaves you breathless, yearning for more. Itâs the type of kiss that is so soft, you wonder if it even happened after itâs over. Itâs the type of kiss that rips you open from the inside, tears your heart out and leaves you bleeding out. Itâs the type of kiss that makes you want to turn back time and fix all the mistakes you made in your life.
It's the type of kiss that makes you hope for a tomorrow, for a forever.
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There is nothing you love more than a warm autumn day, watching the leaves fall down the trees, coloring the ground in bright orange and brown shades, or feeling the cold breeze in your hair. You love listening to the rustle of the trees, watching squirrels searching for nuts on the ground and tasting the fresh air on your tongue.
But what you love the most is sitting on a park bench, not one person in sight, with a book in your hand. It has become your favorite activity over the past few years. You read books like it is your job, finally having the time with Nuri almost being eleven years old. It became your little break from reality, something to look forward to on stressful days, something that would ease your mind.
Looking at the watch on your wrist, you realize that itâs almost time to pick Nuri up from her friendsâ place, since you promised her to go visit uncle Sunghoon who lives a few streets from you. You put your book back into your bag, swinging it over your shoulder and standing up from where you were sitting to head to your car. But before you could even take one step, you stop in your tracks.
It's been years, you realize. Years since youâve seen that familiar face. Years since you last hugged him, touched him, kissed him. Years since you heard his voice, seen his face. You almost canât believe your eyes, thinking that your mind is playing a trick on you. But when you hear him speak for the first time, in what felt like forever, you know that this is real.
âSunghoon told me I would find you hear.â He steps forward, not stopping until he is right in front of you. His wide, puppy like eyes, look down at you, lips pulled into a wide grin, as he takes the shock on your face. âHey, Y/n.â
And thatâs when it hits you. All the promises he made about not letting you go about making you his again. Now, years later, with everything different, he still intended on making all his promises come true. And you realize that itâs perfect. Right now, itâs perfect. Right now, you can start your forever.
âHey, Jake.â
Bonus scene
You lean back in the chair on the front porch of the summer house you rented for you and the boys and watch the way Nuri teaches the other kids how to draw a butterfly with chalk. Itâs a strange sight to see, Nuri all grown up, taking care of all the small little children. It makes a deep feeling of pride blossom in your chest, admiring just how far you have come.
âItâs crazy, isnât it?â, Jake speaks up from the seat beside you. âJust how fast the time passes.â
You let your gaze wander to him, to his perfect face with his perfect eyes and perfect lips. He looks older now, more mature. But it is a good look on him. It suits you perfectly.
âIt is.â, you say, letting out a soft side before leaning your back against Jakes chest, enjoying the feeling of being in his arms. âBut I am so grateful for this. I am so grateful we get to watch the boysâ kids grow up. I am so grateful I get see Nuri so happy and content. And I am so happy I can be with you, Jake.â
âForever?â, he asks, eyes looking deeply into yours and a soft smile, that is only dedicated to you.
âForever.â, you answer his question, and you have never been more honest in your whole life.