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BAD CHEM

The studio was a hub of activity, with flashes from the camera and the hum of conversation filling the air. You were in the middle of a high-profile photoshoot for a campaign, and though the day had been long, there was a noticeable buzz of excitement around you.

Jake, dressed in a crisp white jacket, was leaning casually against a wall, quietly observing you. He wasn’t part of the shoot—he was just there to support you, and his presence was a comforting anchor amidst the whirlwind of the day.

During a brief break, you took a moment to address the camera for the behind-the-scenes footage. You flashed a playful smile as you spoke, knowing that Jake was watching from the sidelines.

“So, I made Jake wear this white jacket today because I wanted to see all the edits of him in Bad Chem,” you said with a chuckle. “I know the fans are going to go wild.”

Jake’s eyes sparkled with amusement as he watched you speak. He couldn’t help but giggle softly at your enthusiasm. When the camera panned over to him, he gave a small wave, his smile growing wider.

“You think they’ll actually make edits?” he asked, walking over to where you were standing by the monitor. His tone was light and teasing, but there was a genuine curiosity in his eyes.

“Absolutely,” you replied, scrolling through the photos on the monitor. “They love seeing you, especially when you’re just casually supporting me.”

Jake leaned closer, his arm brushing lightly against yours as he glanced at the screen. “You know, I’m starting to think you’re using me for your own fan service.”

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “Oh, please. I’m just taking advantage of having a cute boyfriend who looks great in a white jacket.”

He raised an eyebrow playfully. “Cute, huh?”

“Definitely,” you said, meeting his gaze with a soft smile. “But seriously, thank you for being here. It means a lot.”

Jake’s expression softened, and he took a step closer, resting his hand gently on your back. “I wouldn’t miss it. I like seeing you do what you love.”

The background music in the studio shifted to a familiar rhythm adding a fun touch to the moment. Jake’s fingers lightly traced the edge of your jacket, and he leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear.

“I didn’t expect this song to play,” he said softly. “But it’s kind of perfect.”

You nodded, feeling the song’s beat align with the rhythm of your heartbeat. “Yeah, it really is. Especially with you here.”

Jake’s smile grew, and he gently placed a kiss on the top of your head. “You’re doing amazing, baby.”

You closed your eyes for a moment, savoring the comfort of his touch and the sincerity of his words. When you opened them again, you looked up at him, a soft smile on your lips.

“Thanks, Jake. I really needed that,” you said, your voice filled with appreciation.

He gave you a warm smile, his hand still resting on your back. “Anytime. And I’m looking forward to seeing those fan edits. Maybe they’ll make me look as good as you do.”

You laughed softly, feeling a renewed burst of energy. “Alright, let’s finish up this shoot. I’ll need you to stick around for the final shots.”

Jake nodded, giving you an encouraging squeeze on the waist. “I’m right here, cheering you on.”

With Jake by your side and the rhythm of the song in the background, you felt ready to tackle the rest of the day’s work. His presence was a reminder that even in the busiest moments, you weren’t alone.

LET'S START YAYYYYYYY

summary Getting stuck in a mystery world with all your ex crush and the boy of your dreams aka your current crush

pairing enhypen x reader

genre Romance

warnings none for this chapter

word count 0.3k

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You woke up cuz you wanted to drink water after having a scary nightmare so you opened your bedroom door , you were half asleep but you needed to stay hydrated. You went downstairs and drank a glass of water and came back upstairs but when you opened your bedroom door, you entered an unfamiliar place , a forest to be exact. But how ?

You pinched your cheek and winced because of the sudden pain in your cheek. And now you were sure that you weren't dreaming but how can a person teleport to a random place ? What the hell is happening? You started to panic like crazy , you started to search for the door from which you entered this mystery place.

" Y/n ? " Someone called your name , you turned and saw 7 familiar faces, you saw seven boys , luckily you knew them very well but you weren't actually that happy to see them.

How did you end up here? Will you be able to go back home ? Are these 7 familiar faces going to be any help? How did they end up here ?

So many questions came to your mind.

Hope you like it !!!!

summary Getting stuck in a mystery world with all your ex crush and the boy of your dreams aka your current crush

pairing enhypen x reader

genre romance

warnings none for this chapter

Chapter 1 : Decelis High

Your neighbourhood was filled with old grumpy couples so you never really had anyone to play with . Yes , you did have friends in school but they lived miles away from your house nor did you have any siblings.

But then he entered your lonely childhood.

Kim Sunoo.

When you first came to know that a boy of your age had recently shifted to your neighbourhood, you were overjoyed.

After begging your mother for hours, she finally took off time from her job and invited Sunoo's family over. But that day you were not able to gather enough confidence to go and talk to him.

Sunoo was a bubbly boy, always giggling and smilling, and you were rather shy. So Sunoo was the one who started the conversation.

"What's your favourite fruit?" An unexpected question for you.

"I like mangoes"

And that was the start of your unexpected friendship. He even begged his parents to enroll him in the same school as you.

Once when you both were playing in the park, you fell down and got hurt. Sunoo got so worried that he tried to carry you back home, which was unsuccessful. So he went back home alone and called your parents, so that they could carry you and bring you home.

Sunoo got really sick in 6th grade, so you thought that you would make some soup for him. You did make soup for him but unfortunately you gave a little too much salt in the soup, which made it taste like salty water. But Sunoo still drank it for you. Only for you.

You two were inseparable.

He was like your other half.

If you were happy, he was happy.

If you were sad, he was too.

Growing up, you became really fond of Sunoo, he was your best friend afterall.

You two were so close that the people in your neighbourhood thought that you both eventually fall in love and get married in the future.

Even you started imagining about marrying him in the future, because you were falling in love, at first you didn't realise it, you were too young but then in 7th grade something inside you snapped when you saw Sunoo sitting with another girl during lunch, and you realised that you had a minor crush on this bubbly guy .

You told about this to your mother but she just giggled.

When you turned into a teen in 8th grade, puberty started to kick in. You wanted Sunoo to like you the way you liked him

But then your father suddenly decided to change your school and Sunoo's parents bought a house a little too far from your house.

You and Sunoo got separated.

And you thought that the love that you had for him would forever be one-sided.

Decelis High School, one of the best schools in Seoul.

When you first entered the school, it felt like you entered a very expensive 5 star hotel. Everything was so well kept. All the students looked like supermodels. The Students did everything so elegantly. The way they dressed up, the way they did their hair, even the way they drank water, everything was just so perfect and elegant.

You started to search your class.

8A.

Where could it be?

You finally found it after a lot of searching.

You sighed and entered the classroom.

You tried not to make eye contact with your new classmates and sat at an empty desk in the corner.

Soon , your homeroom teacher entered the class , he was an old scary looking man. As soon as he entered, the whole class went quiet, not a single person dared to talk. You soon found out that Mr. Kim, your homeroom teacher was a pretty strict teacher, everyone was scared of him. Tough luck ig.

Mr. Kim asked the new students to introduce themselves and you HATED it. Your social anxiety was taking over you. Your heart was racing like crazy. But you gathered up enough courage and stood up. You greeted ur teacher and told him his name. You tried to act all cool but your anxiety was eating you up from inside, Mr. Kim asked you a few things and then you sat down. Finally that was done.

The rest of the day went pretty smoothly , you made a few new friends and got kinda used to your classmates but then there was this one boy , who caught your eye. Park Jong-seong, Park Jay for short, one of the popular guys who had girls swooning over him. I mean he had it all, looks, body, height, talent, and brain. You couldn't help but feel drawn to him. But you stopped yourself, you can't just fall for a guy on the first day. You needed to be extra careful now.

Little did you know that this guy, Jay ain't gonna let you live in peace.

A pretty short chapter but this is the first chap. I promise the others will be longer !!

Hope you like it!

summary Getting stuck in a mystery world with all your ex crush and the boy of your dreams aka your current crush

pairing enhypen x reader

warnings none for this chapter

genre romance

Chapter 2 : Unlucky In Love

You hate Monday, I mean who doesn't! Waking up in the morning is the worst and when you can't enjoy the Sunday because of all the homework and the assignments your teacher asked you to do is even more worse. But then you didn't hate school , you didn't love it either.

You took a deep breath and then entered your classroom. You have gotten familiar with your classmates in the last 2 months and you made a lot of friends. There were 3 girls in your class, who became your close friends, Kang Seoyun, Kim Hayun and Yang Nari.

Though you love your new friends a lot, it didn't stop you from missing Sunoo like crazy, you missed his company a lot, even though you both texted each other everyday, you still felt incomplete.

"Y/n! Come sit with me!" Seoyun shouted. You nodded immediately and took the seat beside her.

"Did you do the math homework?" Hayun asked.

"Yeah, it was pretty easy tho" You gave her your copy.

"I'm just dumb I guess" Hayun was scanning through your copy looking impressed.

Soon the class begins, first literature, then Art, then Mathematics.

"I hope everyone has completed their homework, if you haven't, please get up and go out of my class" Mr.Kim said.

"I hate Mr.Kim so much" Seoyun whispered into your ear. You agreed with her.

"Miss Song Yn and Mr.Park Sunghoon , why don't you do the equations on the board? Let's see how fast you can solve the equations?"

Sunghoon and Jay are from the same friend group and it seems that they are pretty close, they always stick together. Jay is a member of the school football team whereas Sunghoon is in the Basketball team. So practice is the only time then they are not together (yes u might third wheel later)

You got up from your seat. And Sunghoon is one of the Class toppers. Fuck. You are so doomed. You got up from your seat, took a chalk and started analysing the equation. Sunghoon did the same. You started solving the equation and peeked at what Sunghoon was doing, he hasn't even started yet! You will definitely complete it faster than him.

" Sir I have completed the equation! " Sunghoon said.

What the HELL!! how did he solve it do fast, you are only half way way done.

"Well done Sunghoon, you always reach my expectations!" Mr. Kim patted Sunghoon on the back.

"I'm done too!" You huddled back to your seat.

The class got over soon.

It was lunch after a few classes, hallways were filled with hungry students.

"I want tteokbokki!" You said looking at today's lunch menu.

"They are serving chocolate cake for dessert?!?" Seoyun eyes lit up as she saw her favourite food on the menu. She loves chocolate cake, who doesn't?

"Oh my god Oh my god!! Best day ever!!! " Nari exclaimed.

"Yn!"

You turned around to see Park Sunghoon, THE PARK SUNGOON waving at you. Weird.

" Yeah?"

"Will you come to see today's Basketball match? It's after school"

"Of course I know it's after school and I don't think I will be able to attend it"

"You should come!! It's gonna be so fun!"

"I'll try"

You did go to see the basketball match and it was pretty fun. And you tried something you never thought you would.

And that was just the start of the chaotic friendship of you, Sunghoon ( and Jay , he is basically third wheeling).

Sunghoon just couldn't leave you, he followed you everywhere, LITERALLY EVERYWHERE. And you loved his company, even though you said you didn't. You also got used to Jay accompanying you and Sunghoon. It made you move on from Sunoo and you fell for Sunghoon.

Then came 9th grade and you needed to tell Sunghoon your feelings and you did and he rejected you kindly saying that he doesn't want to be in a relationship right now but that didn't ruin your friendship, you two grew even more close, and you kinda moved on from him. No you didn't. Sunoo's absence was killing you but now you rarely texted eachother.

Then came two new students Lee Heeseung and Nishimura Riki, Niki for short but only his close ones called him that.

Lee Heeseung was just so perfect!! You dream boyfriend. (Your new crush) You and him had a few conversations and you were over the moon. (Sunghoon wasn't really happy with you simping over a new guy but he said nothing)

You and Heeseung talked to eachother almost everyday but then a rumour started about Heeseung having a crush on some gurl from your class. Your heart broke AGAIN. You need to move on again and Sunghoon was beyond happy.

Then you decided to never fall for a guy that easily, You were unsuccessful. you stuck to your plan of not falling in love for a few months but then Jay got a little too attractive for you. He was a gentleman, he can cook, he plays guitar, he can sing, he has the face of a Greek god and an attractive jaw line, what else could a girl ask for. How does he not have a girlfriend? You fell for him hard and that's how 9th grade ended , you said simping over Jay , Jay being clueless and Sunghoon being jealous.

4 months into 10th grade and you found out that Jay does have a girlfriend. Sunghoon said that her name is Aroura and Jay met her during his trip to New York. You asked Jay and it was true. You were unlucky in love ig.

Seoyun, Hayun and Nari were slowly getting tired of this situation they decided to set you up with Jungwon on a blind date. Yang jungwon was your classmate, he was pretty and popular, known for his kind personality and charming cat-like face.

The date was going well , you were enjoying it. A LOT.

"Yn I'm sorry" Jungwon started. Oh no.

" I was kinda forced by Seoyun to go on a date with you. Don't get me wrong! You're amazing and pretty but I don't think I'm ready for a relationship" He got up and left. You sat there heartbroken. AGAIN. You were definitely unlucky in love.

Seoyun was angry. You were crying. Nari was feeding you ice cream and Hayun was making ramyeon for you. You called Sunghoon and told him everything,he comforted you and told you he was coming to your place to watch a movie with you and get you a little distracted.

Soon holidays started, you decided you don't need a boy to be happy.

Weeks before school reopens you decide to go to the park for some fresh air. Just as you were enjoying the nature, noticed Sum Jaeyun aka Jake, your classmate, playing with little kids. He must be good with kids. Just like that you fell for him.

You spend the rest of the holidays simping over him.

Later you found out that Sunoo is going to join Decelis High.

Sunoo and Sunghoon became close friends. Sunghoon assured you that he would never leave you. Sunoo and you also started to talk again.

Just like that 10th grade also added and you successfully moved on from Jake in 11th grade. Your new crush is Nishimura Riki,he is in the basketball team with Sunghoon, your prince charming.

Have you finally found your soulmate?

Whispers of Desire: A Night to Remember- Sim Jake X fem!reader

a/n: i did not plan for this to go this way. I wanted to add more but decided against it. Im a slut for this man.

Warnings: Swearing, VERY suggestive content

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The evening was draped in a soft glow, the sun setting with hues of orange and pink as you meticulously prepared for your date with Jake.

The anticipation in your heart created a delightful flutter as you sifted through your wardrobe, searching for the perfect dress that would capture the essence of the romantic evening ahead.

Finally, you laid eyes on it—a flowing ensemble that gracefully complemented your figure, the fabric cascading gently as you held it up. The color, a subtle blend of elegance and allure, seemed to resonate with the sunset hues outside. As you slipped into the dress, its soft material embraced you, enhancing your every curve.

The mirror reflected a vision of beauty back at you, and a satisfied smile tugged at your lips. The anticipation heightened as you moved to your vanity, taking extra care with your makeup. Each stroke of the brush was a deliberate act, enhancing your features with a touch of glamour. The soft glow of your favorite highlighter accentuated the high points of your face, and a subtle hint of color adorned your lips, completing the masterpiece.

With a final glance in the mirror, you marveled at the transformation. The evening held promises of enchantment, and you were ready to step into its embrace. The scent of your favorite perfume lingered in the air as you made your way to the door, the soft rustle of the dress a symphony of anticipation.

As you descended the stairs, the sound of Jake's car pulling up outside reached your ears. The excitement bubbled within you, and with each step, you felt a delightful mixture of nerves and eagerness.

As the doorbell rang, you felt a rush of excitement. Opening the door, there stood Jake, handsome as ever, a bouquet of flowers in hand. His eyes widened as he took in your appearance, and a lovesick smile spread across his face. The air seemed to crackle with electricity as he stepped closer, his gaze never leaving you.

"Wow, you look amazing," he breathed, his voice laced with admiration.

A warmth blossomed in your chest as Jake leaned in, capturing your lips in a sweet, lingering kiss. His touch was tender, but the desire simmered beneath the surface. He couldn't seem to get enough, and neither could you. As he deepened the kiss, you felt his hands gently guiding you toward the bedroom.

As the allure of the bedroom beckoned, Jake's lips continued to dance with yours, each kiss an echo of the growing desire between you two. The air was charged with an electrifying energy as he skillfully led you toward the intimate sanctuary.

The journey continued until, with a subtle shift, you felt the plushness of the bed behind your knees. A gasp escaped your lips as Jake, with a confident yet tender touch, guided you down onto the mattress.

Jake, now hovering above you, seemed to savor the sight before him. His eyes traced the curves of your face, absorbing every nuance as if etching the memory into his mind. The desire in his gaze was palpable, a flame that kindled a reciprocal heat within you.

His lips descended once more, capturing yours in a hungry kiss that sent shivers down your spine. The room seemed to pulse with the shared intensity of your breaths, the whispered endearments creating a symphony of passion.

The gentle exploration of hands on your body was like a sultry sensation as Jake's lips left a trail of heated kisses, starting from the delicate curve of your collarbones. Each tender touch sent a shiver through your body, a prelude to the escalating desire between you two. His lips, warm and insistent, traced a path along the exposed skin, leaving a tingling sensation in their wake.

As he moved upward, the anticipation heightened. The sensations intensified with each lingering kiss, and the air seemed to crackle with an electric energy. Jake's lips, now on the curve of your neck, elicited a soft gasp, your fingers instinctively tangling in his tousled hair.

His journey continued, ascending with purpose, until his lips finally met yours in a hungry kiss. The kiss was a culmination of the sensual journey, a union of passion and desire. The taste of his lips, lingering from the journey upwards, merged with the warmth of your own, creating a heady blend of shared intimacy.

Just as things started to escalate, a glance at the clock snapped you back to reality. You reluctantly broke away, a teasing smile playing on your lips.

"Reservation, remember?" you reminded him, his pouty face causing a giggle to escape your lips.

With a quick peck, you pulled him away from the enticing allure of the bedroom.

As Jake maneuvered the car through the city streets, the atmosphere inside the vehicle was charged with a palpable energy. With one hand expertly gripping the steering wheel, he navigated the traffic with a confident ease, his eyes occasionally flickering toward you with an affectionate gleam. The other hand, however, had a more mischievous agenda.

His fingers danced between the gear shift and your thigh, creating a tantalizing distraction. With each subtle movement, the touch sent shivers down your spine. The car's engine hummed beneath the rhythmic shifts, the soft purr blending with the low background music, creating a symphony of anticipation.

As Jake shifted gears, his thumb traced intricate patterns on your skin, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. The sensation of his touch, combined with the hum of the engine, made the journey an intimate dance between the two of you. The city lights blurred into streaks of color, an abstract backdrop to the shared secret woven in each touch.

When you arrived at the restaurant, Jake smoothly parked the car, and with a deft movement, he turned off the ignition. Instead of immediately unbuckling, his eyes locked onto yours, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. The car seemed to hold its breath as he leaned in, his lips teasingly close to yours.

The proximity was tantalizing, the anticipation palpable as you felt the warmth of his breath on your skin. The mischievous glint in his eyes hinted at the playful dance that was about to unfold.

The car seemed to hold its breath, a witness to the charged atmosphere within. The exterior world became a distant backdrop as the magnetic pull of Jake's presence enveloped you. The mischievous grin transformed into a silent invitation, daring you to bridge the final gap between your lips and his.

But before anything could happen, he released the seatbelt, then gracefully exited the car, quickly rounding it to reach your side. With a gentlemanly flourish, he opened the door, and a rush of cool night air greeted you. Jake's hand extended, inviting you to step out, and as you did, he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you close.

In the dim glow of the restaurant's exterior lights, his eyes met yours with a sincerity that spoke volumes. "You look so gorgeous, baby," he whispered, his warm breath sending a shiver down your spine. His gaze held an intensity that made your heart skip a beat

The car ride to the restaurant was filled with laughter and stolen glances, but Jake's eyes never strayed far from you. He looked like a lovesick puppy, completely enamored.

Upon arriving in the restaurant, the ambiance was perfect—soft lighting, soothing music, and an air of romance. As you settled into your seats, you couldn't help but notice Jake's attention focused solely on you. He seemed unable to resist stealing glances, and his touch became increasingly affectionate.

The waiter, seemingly unperturbed by the charged atmosphere, approached to take your orders. Jake's hand found yours under the table, and a subtle thrill coursed through you as his fingertips traced delicate circles on your palm. His eyes, intense and filled with an undeniable desire, locked onto yours.

Despite the waiter's presence, Jake couldn't resist stealing moments of affection. Soft kisses were exchanged, each one leaving you breathless and yearning for more. The world around you faded as his lips found yours in a dance of passion, the taste of his lingering kisses teasing your senses.

With a polite smile, the waiter concluded the order, leaving you alone again in your intimate bubble. The menu now seemed like an inconsequential prop as Jake's gaze held yours, the unspoken promise of what awaited after the meal lingering in the air.

The dishes arrived, each one a work of culinary art, but your focus remained on the shared glances and the electrifying touch beneath the table. As you indulged in the exquisite flavors, Jake's hand continued its dance on yours, sending a thrill up your spine with every stroke.

The intensity between you two reached new heights as the meal progressed. The dessert menu arrived, and you couldn't help but chuckle, suggesting, "Let's skip dessert and head back to the car." Jake's eyes sparkled with mischief, and a shared understanding passed between you.

Paying the bill, you couldn't help but chuckle at Jake's eager anticipation. As you reached the car, he swiftly pulled the seat back, his gaze burning with desire. Without a word, he pulled you onto his lap, his lips claiming yours in a hungry kiss. The warmth of the car, the intoxicating scent of his cologne, and the taste of his lips left you dizzy.

The closeness was electrifying, the boundaries between you two dissolving in the heat of the moment. His lips sought yours in a hungry kiss, a fusion of passion and need. The taste of him was a heady blend of desire and familiarity.

As the kiss deepened, a low, guttural exclamation escaped from Jake's lips. "Fuck," he muttered, his breath hot against your skin as he reluctantly pulled away. His eyes, darkened with desire, held an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. Your fingers had tangled in his hair, leaving it mussed and disheveled, a testament to the fervor of your connection. The vivid imprint of your lipstick smeared on his kissed-out lips was a sensual reminder of the stolen passion shared in the confined space of the car.

As Jake sat in the driver's seat, you on his lap, the warmth of the car enveloped both of you. The atmosphere crackled with the remnants of shared desire, and Jake's eyes lingered on you with an intensity that spoke volumes. His hands, exploring with a possessive tenderness, slid up your thighs, leaving a trail of heat in their wake.

"You in that dress," he breathed, his voice low and husky, "you made me crazy." His words carried the weight of the desire that had simmered between you since the beginning of the evening. The air inside the car seemed to vibrate with the shared anticipation, the intensity of the moment amplifying the connection between you two.

His gaze roamed over you with a hunger that mirrored your own. The flowing dress, a cascade of fabric that enhanced every curve, seemed to captivate him. Your fingers, still tangled in his hair, felt the rhythmic beat of his desire beneath your touch.

With deliberate intent, his hands continued their journey, sliding up from your thighs to your waist. The touch was possessive yet tender, a silent declaration.

The vivid imprint of your lipstick on Jake's kissed-out lips reflected the stolen moments that had unfolded. His breath, warm against your skin, carried the scent of shared desire, and as his lips sought yours once more, the taste was a heady blend of lingering passion.

In that stolen moment, the world faded away, leaving only the two of you lost in the intensity of your connection.

The Heartthrob Code

Pairing: Fratboy!Jake x nerd!reader (+17)

Warnings: Alcohol use, foul language, misunderstandings, mature themes, tension, minor angst, suggestive content only.

a/n: I wrote this during ovulation week... i dont remember half of what i wrote. so there is no smut, its just very... detailed? like hooking up! i went feral honestly with it... I also did some research on everything prior, and some things was ridiculous so i took took some inspo from norweagian party culture :3 also jake is a not an asshole

(rec party song ↑)

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On campus, the hustle and bustle of student life filled the air. Groups of friends chatted animatedly, study partners exchanged notes, and some carefree souls tossed a frisbee back and forth in the warm sunshine. Yet, amid all the noise and activity, you walked alone, holding your schoolbooks close to your chest.

You navigated through the throngs of students with ease, your mind focused on your destination. The main building loomed ahead, slipping inside, the cool air a welcome contrast to the heat outside. The hallway stretched out before you, bustling with students rushing to and from classes, but you knew exactly where you were headed.

The library, awaited you. You entered the hushed space and offered a polite greeting to the librarian, who nodded back with a warm smile, recognizing one of the library's most diligent regulars. You made your way to your favorite corner, a secluded spot where you could immerse yourself in your studies without distractions.

Settling down, you spread out your books and notes, diving into your schoolwork with determination. This free period was precious, a chance to get ahead and prepare for the challenges ahead. After all, you were a high achiever, and every moment counted.

The silence of the library wrapped around you, a cocoon of focus and productivity. Outside, the campus buzzed with life, but here, in your corner, it was just you and your ambitions. The minutes ticked by, each one bringing you closer to your goals, each one a testament to your dedication.

As the minutes ticked by, you remained immersed in your studies, absorbing every detail, every concept, with unwavering focus. Time seemed to stretch and contract in the quiet confines of the library, until finally, the chime of the clock reminded you of your impending class. With a sense of satisfaction at a productive study session, you carefully packed away your books and notebooks, ensuring everything was in its proper place before leaving your secluded corner.

Exiting the library, you stepped back into the bustling corridors of the main building, where students hurried to and fro, their conversations blending into a gentle hum. You made your way towards your classroom, navigating the familiar halls with ease. At the door, you paused briefly to gather your thoughts before entering.

Taking your customary seat at the front of the classroom, you arranged your belongings neatly on the desk, a habit born out of a desire for organization and efficiency.

You reached for your workbook, flipping it open to a blank page. The scratch of your pen against paper filled the air as you began to scribble, jotting down thoughts, ideas, and snippets of information that floated through your mind. It was a ritual of sorts, a way to center yourself and prepare for the lesson ahead.

Lost in your thoughts, you scarcely noticed the passage of time as you filled the pages of your workbook with your thoughts and musings. The classroom gradually filled with the eager chatter of your classmates, anticipation building as everyone awaited the arrival of the teacher.

And then, as if on cue, the door swung open, and the teacher entered the room. With a final flourish of your pen, you capped it and tucked it away, ready to focus your attention on the lesson about to unfold.

The teacher made their way to the front of the classroom, as they greeted the class with a warm smile. You returned the smile with a nod of acknowledgment, your mind already primed for the lesson ahead.

Throughout the lesson, you remained an active participant, raising your hand to offer insights or ask questions when prompted.

The minutes slipped away unnoticed as the teacher led the class through the intricacies of the subject matter. Before you knew it, the bell signaling the end of the lesson rang out, snapping you out of your intellectual reverie.

As the class began to disperse, you gathered your belongings, ready to exit the classroom and continue with your day, when the familiar voice of your teacher halted your movement. " Y/n. May I have a word?" they asked, and immediately, a flutter of nerves danced in your stomach. Did you forget an assignment? Fail an exam?

Your mind raced with possibilities, each one more anxiety-inducing than the last. But as your teacher spoke, relief flooded through you like a wave crashing onto the shore. "Y/N, you are one of my most prodigious students and I favor you very much," they began, and you felt tension release from your shoulders.

"I think you would be perfect to tutor Sim Jake," they continued, and your eyebrows furrowed in surprise. "What?" you uttered, caught off guard by the unexpected request.

"Yes! He's unfortunately falling a little behind in class, and I was hoping that you could help him catch up," your teacher explained, their tone earnest.

"Oh… well, I'm not sure. I have a lot of assignments," you responded, hesitating as you weighed the pros and cons of taking on such a responsibility.

"I know it may put more on your plate, but this is a great opportunity for you! I will even give you extra credit if you do this," they added, their voice laced with encouragement.

After a moment of internal deliberation, you relented. "Alright, I will tutor him," you agreed, albeit with a hint of reluctance.

"Brilliant!" your teacher exclaimed, their enthusiasm palpable as they thanked you for your willingness to help.

As you left the classroom, a sense of defeat washed over you. You weren't exactly excited about the prospect of tutoring Jake. Experience had taught you that tutoring students like Jake often proved to be a formidable challenge, and it had often been a struggle to keep them focused and engaged. With Jake, you could only imagine the added challenge, given his reputation and the distractions that came with it.

With a sigh, you resigned yourself to the task ahead. Perhaps, against all odds, Jake would surprise you. But deep down, you couldn't help but harbor doubts. All you could do was hope that he would be willing to put in the effort and listen to what you had to say.

After a long day of classes, you trudged wearily back to your dorm, the weight of impending responsibilities hanging over you like a dark cloud. As you pushed open the door, you were greeted by the sight of your dormmate, Liz, surrounded by a chaotic mess of papers and textbooks strewn across the floor.

"What happened?" you asked, concern lacing your voice as you surveyed the scene before you. Liz looked up from her sea of notes, her expression a mixture of surprise and distress.

"Oh! Nothing much, just found out that I have an exam in a few days!" she replied, her voice tinged with anxiety. You watched as she scrambled to organize her materials, a sense of sympathy welling up within you.

"In what subject?" you inquired, stepping carefully around the scattered papers to reach your bed, where you perched on the edge, observing Liz's frantic efforts.

"Physics," Liz answered with a sigh, her shoulders slumping. You nodded in understanding, silently empathizing with her struggle.

As you flipped through one of Liz's textbooks, absorbing the complex equations and theories within its pages, she interrupted your thoughts with a question.

"Anyways, how was your day?" she asked, her voice slightly strained.

"Oh, nothing exciting, except that I now have to tutor Jake in psychology," you replied nonchalantly, though the weight of the task ahead hung heavily in the air between you.

In an instant, Liz was on her feet, her eyes wide with disbelief. "What?!" she exclaimed. You blinked slowly, taken aback by her sudden outburst.

"I swear, that's the fastest I've seen you move…" you mumbled, a hint of amusement coloring your words as you watched Liz's animated reaction.

"You have been given the honor of tutoring The Sim Jake!" Liz exclaimed, her excitement palpable as she shook you by the shoulders, causing you to wince slightly at the sudden movement.

"Do you know what this means?!" she continued, her words tumbling out in a rush of enthusiasm. You struggled to keep up with her frenetic energy, trying to make sense of her excitement.

"No?" you replied, attempting to extricate yourself from Liz's enthusiastic grasp. She released you, her eyes shining with fervor as she explained her reasoning.

"A golden opportunity!" Liz declared, her voice ringing with conviction as she paced around the room, her excitement contagious. You followed her movements with bemusement, raising an eyebrow in question.

"How is it a golden opportunity?" you asked, the skepticism evident in your voice as you emphasized the air quotes around the phrase. Liz's cheeks flushed slightly, her enthusiasm undeterred as she launched into her explanation.

"With you being close to Jake and his friends, we can actually be invited to a frat party! And before we know it, we are climbing higher and higher in status!" she exclaimed, her eyes shining with anticipation.

"I'm sorry, we?" you questioned, a hint of amusement coloring your tone as you watched Liz's reaction. She blushed slightly, her excitement faltering as she hesitated.

"Well, I mean…" she began, trailing off uncertainly. You couldn't help but laugh at her flustered response, shaking your head in amusement.

"I'm just kidding!" you reassured her, a smile playing at the corners of your lips. Liz grumbled playfully as she sank down onto her bed, her cheeks still tinged with embarrassment.

"Oh, you can be so mean sometimes!" she teased, though there was a hint of fondness in her words as she settled back into the familiar comfort of your shared space.

The library was silent, only the sounds of rustling pages and the faint tapping of keyboards orchestrated a symphony. In your usual spot, nestled amidst towering shelves of books, you were in your own world.

Yet, in a blink of an eye, the tranquility shattered.

One moment, you were engrossed in the labyrinth of your studies, the next, he appeared. Jake materialized beside you, as if summoned from the ether, his sudden presence jolting you. Startled, you spluttered in surprise, fingers instinctively reaching to remove the headphones that had been delivering a steady stream of music to your ears.

"Oh! Sorry, did I scare you?" he asked, his voice carrying a note of genuine concern as he regarded you with an apologetic smile. Wide-eyed and still recovering from the shock of his unexpected arrival, you managed a shaky nod, attempting to regain your composure, "Kinda, but it's fine," you managed to reply, your voice tinged with a hint of lingering disbelief. Jake's smile widened at your response, his features lighting up with an infectious enthusiasm.

"Great!" he exclaimed, his words punctuated by a burst of energy that seemed to radiate from him like sunlight.

"So, you are my tutor?" Jake's voice was filled with curiosity as he tilted his head, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. As you met his gaze, you couldn't help but be struck by the resemblance he bore to a golden retriever.

"Yeah, I am," you confirmed, your voice slightly softer as you met his gaze, unable to resist the warmth in his smile. There was something endearing about the way he looked at you, a genuine curiosity that seemed to bridge the gap between you.

Before you could fully process his response, Jake reached into his pocket and retrieved his phone, the screen marred by small cracks, a testament to its well-worn nature. His eagerness was palpable as he held out the device towards you, a hint of excitement in his voice.

"Give me your number, and we can set up a time to meet up!" he exclaimed, his words tumbling out with an eager urgency. You hesitated for a moment, caught off guard by his enthusiasm, before reluctantly accepting his phone.

"Alright," you mumbled, fingers moving with a uncertainty as you typed your number into his phone, the soft click of the keys punctuating the quiet of the library. Once finished, you returned his phone to him, a faint buzz from your own device signaling the arrival of his message.

"I'll see you later then!" Jake said happily, the warmth of his smile lingering in the air as he slung his backpack over his shoulder and strode away. You watched him go, a sense of contentment settling over you like a comforting blanket.

Admittingly, Jake had proven to be more receptive than you had anticipated, his genuine eagerness a pleasant surprise.

As you returned to your studies, a small smile tugged at the corners of your lips.

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Standing in front of the frat house, you felt a wave of apprehension wash over you, mingled with a tinge of self-doubt. It was a Saturday afternoon, and the streets relatively quiet, with only a few scattered figures milling about.

Glancing down at your phone, you double-checked the address, confirming that this was indeed the frat house Jake had invited you to. Originally hesitant about holding the first tutoring session at his place, especially with his friends around, you had eventually relented, swayed by Jake's assurances that you would have space to work undisturbed. Yet, despite his reassurances, doubts still lingered in the recesses of your mind.

The frat house loomed before you, its imposing facade softened by the warmth of the afternoon sun. A large banner adorned the front, proudly displaying the name "Enhypen" in bold letters, surrounded by a chaotic collage of symbols and images.

Taking a deep breath, you approached the door, your gaze flickered to the saggy couch on the front porch, its worn cushions reeking of beer and other less savory scents. You wrinkled your nose in distaste before refocusing your attention on the task at hand.

Summoning your resolve, you rang the doorbell and waited, the anticipation building with each passing moment. When the door finally swung open, you were met with Yang Jungwon, a figure familiar only through Liz's extensive briefing on Jake's frat house.

"May I help you?" he asked, his voice tinged with sleepiness. You offered a polite smile, your nerves fluttering in your chest as you met his gaze. "Yes, I have a meeting with Sim. He invited me to come here," you replied, your voice steady despite the faint tremor of uncertainty that lingered beneath the surface.

"Oh yeah, he did mention you would come!" Jungwon exclaimed, his demeanor brightening, "Come in, come in," he invited, gesturing for you to enter, as he opened the door wider, inviting you inside. With a grateful nod, you stepped over the threshold, your senses immediately assaulted by the sights and sounds of the frat house.

Taking in your surroundings, you noted the spaciousness of the interior, surprisingly devoid of the expected chaos and clutter. A few articles of clothing lay scattered here and there, but overall, the space seemed relatively tidy.

"Follow me," Jungwon instructed, leading you upstairs and down a hallway lined with closed doors. The air was thick with anticipation as you trailed behind him, your pulse quickening with each step.

Finally, Jungwon came to a stop, gesturing towards a door at the end of the hallway. "This is Jake's room. It was lovely to meet you," he said cheerfully before bidding you farewell and disappearing down the hallway. "Yeah, you too," you replied, though your words felt somewhat hollow as you watched him disappear.

Left alone in the hallway, you took a moment to collect yourself, before gathering the courage, you knocked on Jake's door and waited, listening as the sounds of shuffling reached your ears from the other side. Moments later, his voice called out, slightly muffled by the closed door. "Who is it?"

"It's me," you simply replied. Almost immediately, the door swung open to reveal Jake standing there, his face lighting up with a wide, eager smile.

"You're here!" he exclaimed, stepping aside to allow you entry. You returned his smile softly and walked into his room, taking in your surroundings with a sense of awe. Jake's room was spacious and remarkably tidy.

"Wow," you thought, unable to keep the thought from slipping out in a whisper as you took in the room's neatness and order.

Jake moved over to his desk and pulled out a chair, patting the seat beside him invitingly. "Come sit," he urged, his eyes still sparkling with that boundless enthusiasm.

You walked over and took the seat next to him, pulling out the materials you had meticulously prepared for the day's session. "Let's start," you said, your voice filled with determination and a hint of anticipation.

Jake nodded, his smile unwavering as he focused on the work laid out before him. Hours seemed to pass by in a blur as the two of you delved into the intricacies of psychology. You found yourself pleasantly surprised by Jake's engagement. Not only did he pay close attention to your explanations, but he also asked questions, showing a genuine interest in understanding the material.

As time neared 5pm, your phone buzzed with a message. Glancing at the screen, you saw that Liz had sent a message asking where you were.

"I have to leave," you told Jake, noting the sudden sadness that flickered across his face.

"Yeah, yeah, of course," he said, standing up quickly. "I'll follow you out."

You smiled in appreciation, gathering your materials and slipping them into your bag. As you left Jake's room, you were abruptly met by a shirtless guy sprinting past, causing you to stiffen in shock.

"Joonwoo! Put a shirt on!" Jake shouted beside you, clearly embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, most of the guys have already come home… I didn't want you to think we're too rash like the stereotypes," Jake explained, his cheeks tinged with a hint of color.

"No, no, it's fine. I get it, I see that not everyone here is too bad, especially you," you said, offering him a reassuring smile as you walked away. Unbeknownst to you, Jake's face flushed a deeper shade of red at your compliment.

Descending the stairs, you noticed a few guys lounging in the living room, their attention momentarily diverted from the TV to you and Jake.

"Who's that, Jake?" Sunghoon called out, curiosity evident in his voice.

"This is Y/n, my tutor," Jake introduced you, and you gave a small wave.

A chorus of greetings met your ears, and you responded with a polite nod. Jake gently guided you toward the front door, his hand resting lightly on your waist. The unexpected contact sent a flutter through your stomach, which you quickly pushed aside.

"Thank you for coming today," Jake said, leaning against the door frame with a grateful expression.

"Yeah, no problem," you replied, matching his relaxed posture.

"Well… I'll see you later?" Jake asked, a hopeful note in his voice.

"Bye, Jake," you said, giving him a final smile before walking away.

"Bye…" Jake echoed softly, watching you until you disappeared down the sidewalk. Only then did he close the front door, turning to find himself immediately surrounded by his housemates.

"That's your crush?" Ji-yeong asked, a teasing grin spreading across his face.

"She's cute," Jong-su commented appreciatively.

"How did it go?" Jay inquired, genuine interest in his voice.

"Any progress?" Heeseung added with a mischievous glint in his eye.

Jake groaned, shaking his head in exasperation. "It's only the first day, guys," he answered, pushing through the cluster of curious faces to make his way back to his room.

As he closed his door behind him, he couldn't help but replay the day’s events in his mind, a small smile tugging at his lips.

Days turned into weeks, and with each passing moment, you found yourself growing closer to Jake and his friends. Your initial apprehension about tutoring him in a frat house had long since faded.

Every tutoring session with Jake seemed to bring out new facets of his personality. He was attentive and genuinely eager to learn, and his enthusiasm was contagious. You began to look forward to these sessions, not just for the academic progress but for the easy, relaxed conversations that often followed. You discovered that Jake was more than just a popular rugby player and a frat boy; he was kind, thoughtful, and surprisingly insightful.

Gradually, you became a familiar face at the Enhypen frat house. Jake's friends welcomed you with open arms, their initial curiosity evolving into genuine friendship. Sunghoon often joined your study sessions, bringing snacks and providing light-hearted commentary that kept things lively. Jay and Heeseung occasionally popped in, their questions and banter adding to the warm, communal atmosphere.

One afternoon, after a particularly productive session, Jake suggested a break. "Hey, how about we join the guys downstairs? They're playing some games, and it might be fun," he proposed, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

You hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "Sure, why not? I could use a break."

As you made your way downstairs with Jake, the sounds of laughter and friendly competition grew louder. The living room was filled with activity; a group of the guys was huddled around the TV, engrossed in a video game. They greeted you with enthusiastic waves and cheers.

"Hey, Y/n! Ready to join the chaos?" Sunghoon called out, tossing you a controller.

You caught it with a grin. "Absolutely. Let's see what you've got."

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One evening, as you sat on the porch with Jake, the two of you watching the sun set, he turned to you with a thoughtful expression. "You know, I never expected to enjoy being tutoring so much," he admitted. "You've made it… fun. And not just the studying part. Everything."

You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through you at his words. "I feel the same way, Jake. I didn't expect to get so close to you and your friends, but I'm really glad I did."

Jake's gaze lingered on you for a moment, his eyes reflecting a depth of emotion that took you by surprise. "You've become an important part of our lives, Y/n. My life."

The sincerity in his voice sent a shiver down your spine, and for a moment, the world seemed to stand still. Jake's eyes held yours, and you could feel the intensity of the moment wrapping around you like a warm blanket. His gaze softened as he leaned in slightly, his eyes flicking down to your lips and then back up to meet your gaze.

Your heart pounded in your chest, and you felt yourself being drawn closer to him, almost as if an invisible force was pulling you together. The world around you seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in a bubble of shared emotion and unspoken words. Slowly, Jake began to lean in, closing the distance between you. You felt your breath hitch in anticipation, the air thick with the promise of a kiss.

Just as your lips were about to touch, the bubble burst with a sudden cacophony of voices.

“Jake! Y/N! Get in here, you have to see this!” Sunghoon’s voice boomed, followed by a chorus of laughter from the other guys.

Jake pulled back slightly, his eyes widening in surprise and a hint of frustration. He glanced toward the house, then back at you, his expression a mix of apology and lingering desire. You let out a shaky breath, the moment of almost-kiss still buzzing through your veins.

“Sorry about that,” Jake said, his voice low and a bit strained.

You managed a small smile, trying to calm your racing heart. “It’s okay. We should probably see what they want.”

Reluctantly, you both stood up and made your way back inside. The living room was a scene of chaotic fun, with the guys gathered around the TV, laughing and shouting at whatever was on the screen.

“There you are!” Sunghoon said, turning to grin at you both. “We were wondering if you two got lost out there.”

“Yeah, something like that,” Jake muttered under his breath, earning a chuckle from you.

“What’s going on?” you asked, trying to shift the focus back to the group.

“Just a ridiculous video we found,” Heeseung said, gesturing toward the TV. “You’ve got to see it.”

You and Jake settled into the couch, surrounded by his friends, the earlier tension between you lingering like an unfinished conversation.

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You sat on your bed with your computer on your lap, a movie playing on the screen while a bowl of popcorn sat beside you. With Liz working a late shift, you had the room to yourself, relishing the rare peace of not having any plans or assignments to stress over. The soft glow of the screen illuminated your face as you lazily munched on popcorn, completely absorbed in the film.

Before you knew it, your eyelids grew heavy, and the movie became a soothing background hum. You fought to keep your eyes open, but eventually, you succumbed to the comforting lull of sleep, the computer still perched on your lap and the movie playing on.

You were abruptly awakened by the sensation of someone jumping onto your bed. Your eyes flew open to see Liz grinning mischievously at you, her weight causing the mattress to bounce slightly.

"Had a nice nap, sleepyhead?" Liz teased, snatching the popcorn bowl with an impish grin.

"What are you doing?" you asked groggily, rubbing your eyes as you tried to shake off the remnants of sleep.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" Liz retorted, her mouth full of popcorn.

You rolled your eyes, a small smile tugging at your lips despite yourself. Glancing at the clock, you were startled by how much time had passed. "I slept for so long?" you exclaimed, noting the late hour.

"Yeah, you slept through my shower," Liz said, flopping onto her own bed with a satisfied sigh, still munching on your popcorn.

You clapped your computer shut and set it aside, feeling a mix of grogginess and amusement. "Oh joy," you muttered, staring up at the ceiling.

Liz noticed your distant expression and quirked an eyebrow. "What's on your mind? Thinking about your tutor sessions with Jake?" she asked, her tone playful.

You turned to look at her, still lying on your back. "Maybe," you admitted, a shy smile playing on your lips.

Liz chuckled. "You know, it's not every day you get to tutor a cute guy from a popular frat. Plus, it sounds like you're actually enjoying it."

You nodded, thinking back to the near-kiss between you and Jake. "Yeah, I guess I am," you said softly.

Liz's eyes sparkled with excitement. "I knew it! Just promise me one thing."

"What's that?" you asked, curious.

"Invite me to one of their parties someday. I need to experience the legendary Enhypen frat house firsthand," she said with a dramatic flair.

You laughed, shaking your head. "Alright, deal. But only if you promise not to embarrass me."

Liz crossed her heart with her finger. "Scout's honor."

With a contented sigh, you turned back onto your side, closing your eyes.

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You and Liz were sitting at a cozy café near campus, hunched over your respective textbooks and notebooks. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the soft murmur of conversation created a calming backdrop as you both prepared for an upcoming exam. The table between you was cluttered with papers, highlighters, and half-empty coffee cups.

The silence was only broken by the occasional rustle of pages turning or the scratch of your pen as you scribbled equations into your workbook. Liz's phone buzzed, and she picked it up, her fingers quickly scrolling through her notifications. You didn't look up, too absorbed in solving a particularly tricky problem.

Suddenly, Liz gasped. You glanced up, curiosity piqued, but she had already stood up and moved around the table to sit beside you. Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she thrust her phone under your nose.

"Look!" she exclaimed, her voice bubbling with enthusiasm.

You took her phone and read the post that had her in such a state. Your jaw dropped. The screen displayed a post from Jake's fraternity house, announcing a frat car wash. The picture showed all the boys posing with water buckets and sponges, their playful smiles and toned bodies on full display.

"Oh," you managed to say, your eyes lingering on the image. Jake was in the center, his grin as charming as ever. "Oh," you repeated, feeling a strange mix of surprise and amusement.

"We should totally go!" Liz said, her excitement infectious.

"What?" you looked at her incredulously, handing back her phone. "Why?"

"Why not? We get to see shirtless guys wash our car!" she said, her eyes twinkling mischievously.

"Your car," you corrected her, trying to maintain a semblance of rationality.

"It doesn't matter, let's go! Take a break from studying," Liz insisted, already starting to pack her things.

"But..." you mumbled, feeling a bit overwhelmed by her sudden enthusiasm.

"No buts!" Liz added firmly, her determination unwavering.

You groaned but began packing up your own things. The idea of a break was appealing, even if you felt a bit out of your element. Within minutes, you both had your bags slung over your shoulders and were heading out of the café, the thought of the upcoming car wash making your heart race with a mix of anticipation and nervousness.

As you walked towards Liz's car, she kept up a steady stream of chatter, her excitement growing with each step. You couldn't help but smile at her enthusiasm, even as you felt a flutter of uncertainty in your stomach.

When you arrived at the frat house, the scene was even more lively than you had imagined. Music played from a set of speakers, and the guys were already hard at work, washing cars with an energy that was both entertaining and impressive. You spotted Jake immediately, his easy smile and confident demeanor standing out among the crowd.

Liz nudged you with her elbow. "See? This is way better than studying," she said with a wink.

You had to admit, she had a point.

When it was finally your turn, Liz drove the car up to the designated spot. Immediately, a few of the frat boys began splashing soap and water on the car, their playful energy adding to the lively atmosphere. You watched with amusement as they started scrubbing the car with gusto.

Heeseung, standing by your window, smiled at you as he scrubbed the glass. His friendly demeanor was infectious, and you couldn't help but smile back. He then turned to Jake, who was a few feet away, messing around with two other boys. You followed Heeseung's gaze and saw him say something to Jake, who then looked up. Upon noticing you, a wide grin spread across Jake's face as he made his way toward the car.

"Liz!" you called out, but Liz was too engrossed in oogling the shirtless boys who were flirting with her to pay any attention.

Jake reached your window and waved at you. You gave a small wave back, but your eyes widened in surprise when Jake was suddenly splashed from behind by Young-chul. Jake gasped and spun around, chasing after Young-chul with a water hose. He managed to hose him down, much to the delight of the onlookers. You giggled at the display, enjoying the light-hearted chaos.

Your attention shifted back to the front of the car, where the guys were dragging Heong-min back and forth on the hood, pretending to give him a soapy massage. It was a bizarre but hilarious sight, and you couldn't help but laugh. A quick glance at Liz confirmed she was thoroughly enjoying the spectacle, her eyes gleaming with amusement.

You and Liz settled into the car as the guys enthusiastically scrubbed and washed it, their flirtatious banter and playful flexing drawing amused reactions from Liz. She was clearly enjoying the attention, giggling and blushing at their antics. You, on the other hand, remained more reserved, though you couldn't help but smile and blush occasionally. You had built solid friendships with some of the guys, and their displays were more amusing than anything else.

However, you felt a knot of discomfort tighten in your stomach when you noticed Ji-yeong. He was leaning against the car behind you, shamelessly flirting with a group of girls. Your mind flashed back to the time he had confessed his feelings for you. You had rejected him not just because you weren't interested, but also because of his creepy behavior toward other girls and his general assholery. Your glare from the side window was intense, your dislike for him palpable.

Just as your annoyance peaked, a wet Jake appeared in your window, his bright smile instantly lifting your mood. He scrubbed the window and, with a cheeky grin, drew a heart with the soap. You giggled, the tension melting away. Jake blew a kiss through the soapy heart before rinsing it off, his playful demeanor a stark contrast to Ji-yeong's unsettling presence.

Jay walked around, inspecting the car, and deemed it clean. Liz started the engine, and as you drove away, she couldn't contain her excitement. "See! That was fun, wasn't it?" she said, her cheeks still flushed with exhilaration.

"Yeah…" you replied, your voice trailing off as you glanced back at Jake, who waved goodbye with a warm smile.

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You were sitting in the dorm with Liz, both of you munching on snacks and watching a random movie that Liz had been begging you to watch. Finally, after much pestering, you had caved in, and now you both lounged on your beds, enjoying the rare moment of free time.

Your phone suddenly pinged, interrupting your concentration. You grabbed it and saw that Jake had sent you a message: "Hey, I know it's a little out of the blue, but we are having a pool party at the house now, and I was wondering if you wanted to come?"

"Pool party!" Liz exclaimed, peering over your shoulder to read the message. You looked at her, eyebrows raised. "We totally have to go!" she said, springing up from the bed with excitement.

"Why should we?" you asked, half-heartedly. You were about to protest further when another message from Jake came through: "I would like to see you there."

"Cause that's an actual invite! Now we are obliged to go!" Liz explained with a mischievous grin. You sighed, feeling the weight of obligation and maybe a touch of excitement yourself.

"Fine…" you relented. Liz didn't waste a second, pulling out her bikini with glee.

You typed back a quick response to Jake: "Be there in 15." Then, you got up and rummaged through your drawer for your own bathing suit. With Liz's help, you quickly put it on, the two of you adjusting each other's straps before slipping on jeans and crop tops over your swimsuits. Once ready, you both exited the dorm and made your way toward the frat and sorority houses.

When you and Liz arrived at the Enhypen house, it was already in full swing, loud music blasting and flashing lights illuminating the scene. You and Liz exchanged a look of anticipation before making your way to the front door, where a bulky guy stood guard.

"Invite?" he asked, eyeing you both with a scrutinizing gaze. You showed him the invite from Jake on your phone, and after a brief moment of examination, he nodded and opened the door, letting you both in. Liz grabbed your wrist and eagerly pulled you inside.

The colorful lights from the ceiling made you squint as Liz navigated through the throng of people standing and dancing around. You scanned the crowd, trying to find someone familiar. Near the TV, you spotted Jay, Sunoo, and Sunghoon playing games, their laughter echoing over the music.

When you finally reached the back of the house, you found a bustling scene around the pool. People were lounging on inflatable floats, others were splashing in the water, and a few were gathered in clusters, chatting and laughing.

"Let's find Jake," Liz suggested, her eyes scanning the crowd.

You nodded, your heart pounding with a mix of nerves and excitement. The atmosphere was infectious, and despite your initial reluctance, you couldn't help but feel a thrill at being there. As you continued to look around, you felt a tap on your shoulder. Turning, you saw Jake, dripping wet from the pool, a wide grin on his face.

Jake was wearing black swimming trunks that clung to his hips, highlighting his athletic build. His hair was wet and slicked back, glistening under the party lights. Water droplets trailed down his face and neck, tracing paths over his toned chest and abs before disappearing into the waistband of his trunks. Each movement he made caused more droplets to cascade down his body, glinting like tiny diamonds in the light.

"You made it!" he exclaimed, his eyes lighting up with excitement.

"Yeah, we did," you replied, unable to hide your smile. The sight of Jake, with his easy confidence and the water shimmering on his skin, sent a shiver of anticipation through you.

"Come on, let's get you a drink," Jake said, his voice warm and inviting. He led you and Liz towards the refreshment table, his hand lightly grazing your arm. The coolness of his touch sent another shiver down your spine.

As you walked, you couldn't help but steal glances at him. The way the water droplets traced the lines of his muscles, the playful glint in his eyes, and the effortless way he moved made your heart race even more.

Jake led you and Liz to the refreshment table, where an assortment of drinks and snacks were laid out. The thumping music and laughter from the pool area created a lively background as Jake handed you a cup. "Here, try this," he said with a wink, passing a drink to Liz as well. You took a sip, the cool liquid refreshing in the warm night air.

Jake's eyes sparkled as he looked at you. "How about a swim? The water's perfect."

Before you could respond, Liz piped up, "Absolutely! Let's go!" She grabbed your hand and started pulling you towards the pool. Jake followed, his presence reassuring as you approached the edge.

Liz, ever the enthusiastic one, quickly undressed down to her bright red bathing suit, tossing her clothes onto a random chair without a second thought. "Last one in's a rotten egg!" she called out, and with a splash, she jumped into the water, sending ripples across the pool's surface.

You stood at the edge, watching as Liz swam energetically, her laughter echoing around the pool area. Jake was beside you, his eyes flicking from Liz to you, his smile gentle and encouraging.

Taking a deep breath, you began to undress as well. You felt Jake's gaze on you, not intrusive but warm and supportive. You folded your clothes neatly and placed them on a nearby chair, revealing your bathing suit underneath. The night air was warm against your skin, and the pool water looked inviting.

As you stood there, looking at the water, you felt a moment of hesitation. The party atmosphere was lively, and you were slightly out of your comfort zone. Jake, sensing your uncertainty, took a step closer. "It's going to be fun, I promise," he said softly.

With that, you took a deep breath and stepped to the edge of the pool. Jake was right beside you, his presence a comforting anchor. You glanced at him, and he gave you an encouraging nod.

"Ready?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Ready," you replied, a smile forming on your lips.

Together, you both jumped into the water. The coolness enveloped you immediately, refreshing and exhilarating. You surfaced, laughing, the tension melting away. Jake was right beside you, his grin wide and genuine.

Liz swam up, splashing water playfully at both of you. "See? Isn't this great?" she said, her eyes bright with excitement.

You nodded, feeling a surge of joy. "Yeah, it really is," you admitted.

Without warning, Jake playfully splashed you, sending a spray of water over your face. You laughed, retaliating with a splash of your own. The two of you engaged in a lighthearted water fight, the sounds of your laughter blending with the music and chatter from the party.

"You're going down!" you declared, trying to splash him again.

"Oh, really?" Jake said with a mock-serious expression. He lunged forward, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you through the water. You squealed in surprise but couldn't stop laughing.

Liz cheered you both on from the sidelines, her own amusement evident. "Get him, Y/N!"

You wriggled free from Jake's grip and swam a few strokes away, turning to face him with a challenging look. "Catch me if you can!"

Jake's eyes sparkled with determination. "Oh, I will," he said, swimming after you. The chase was exhilarating, and you felt a thrill every time he almost caught up to you.

Finally, Jake managed to catch you, wrapping his arms around you and lifting you slightly out of the water. "Gotcha!" he said triumphantly.

You laughed, breathless but happy. "Okay, okay, you win," you conceded, enjoying the closeness and the warmth of his embrace.

Jake lowered you back into the water, but his hands lingered on your waist for a moment longer. "This is fun," he said, his voice softer. "We should do this more often."

You nodded, feeling a connection between you two that was growing stronger with each passing moment. "I'd like that," you replied, your smile matching his.

After a while, you found yourself by the pool's edge, Jake still by your side. He leaned in closer, his voice soft yet clear over the music. "I'm really glad you came tonight," he said, his eyes locking onto yours.

Before you could respond, a loud shout interrupted the moment. "Hey Jake, come over here!" someone called from the other side of the pool. Jake looked over, clearly torn between staying with you and joining his friends.

"I'll be right back," he promised, giving your hand a quick squeeze before swimming away.

You watched him go, a mix of emotions swirling within you. Liz swam up next to you, a knowing smile on her face. "Looks like someone has a crush," she teased.

"Shut up," you mumbled, though you couldn't help but smile.

But unbeknownst to you, not everyone at the party was thrilled with how close you were getting with Jake. In a corner of the backyard, a group of girls watched you with narrowed eyes, their whispers barely audible over the music and laughter.

"Can you believe how she's clinging to him?" one of them muttered, her tone dripping with disdain.

Another girl, her arms crossed over her chest, nodded. "She just showed up out of nowhere, and now she's acting like she belongs here. Jake should be with someone from our circle."

A third girl, who had been silent until now, smirked. "We should do something about it. Jake needs to see that she's not right for him."

As they continued to hatch their plan, their minds set on dividing you and Jake, Ji-yeong approached the group, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He had overheard their conversation and saw an opportunity to involve himself in a scheme that piqued his interest.

"Hello, ladies," Ji-yeong greeted, his voice smooth and confident. "I may have a little proposition for this problem we seem to be having."

The girls exchanged glances, curiosity and intrigue evident in their eyes. They knew Ji-yeong had a reputation for being cunning and persuasive, and his involvement could prove beneficial.

"We're listening," one of them said, her tone cautious yet hopeful.

Ji-yeong leaned in, lowering his voice conspiratorially. "I've noticed how close Jake has gotten with her, and frankly, it's unacceptable. But I have a plan that might just work. We need to make sure she understands her place. And more importantly, make sure Jake sees it too. If we play our cards right, we can push her out and remind him where he really belongs."

The girls nodded, their interest piqued further. Ji-yeong's suggestion seemed like exactly what they needed to execute their scheme.

"So, what's the plan?" another girl asked, her eyes narrowing as she listened intently.

Ji-yeong smirked, his mind already whirling with ideas. "Leave that to me. Meanwhile, you girls can subtly isolate her, make her feel like she doesn't belong here. A combined effort will be much more effective."

The girls exchanged looks of agreement, their resolve strengthening.

You swam around the pool a bit more, enjoying the refreshing water against your skin. However, as you glanced back at Liz, you noticed she was already surrounded by guys, laughing and chatting animatedly. You smiled to yourself and shook your head, knowing she was having a great time.

Climbing out of the pool, you grabbed a towel from a nearby table and dried yourself off. You found your clothes easily but decided to keep your bathing suit on under your jeans, letting your top hang from your waist. Walking around the crowd, you eventually spotted Jake playing beer pong against another guy you didn't know.

Moving through the crowd, you approached Jake just as he won a round, his triumphant shout echoing through the air. He turned and noticed you standing there, a smile lighting up his face. "Hey! Wanna try it out?" he asked, gesturing to the table.

"I don't really know how to play," you admitted.

"It's easy, here, I'll show you," Jake said, guiding you to stand where he had been. He picked up a ball as the cups were refilled, and Heeseung, who was refilling them, smiled at you.

"You throw the ball into the other cups with the right trajectory, and when they drink everything, you win," Jake explained.

You nodded, watching intently as Jake handed you the ball. The girl you were playing against threw her ball but missed. It was your turn, and you focused, calculating the trajectory before confidently throwing the ball, landing it in one of her red cups.

"Omg!" you exclaimed, jumping up and down with excitement. Jake cheered you on from beside you as more onlookers joined to watch the game unfold.

As the game progressed, the crowd around you grew, and you felt a surge of adrenaline. You were down to four cups while your opponent had two. The pressure was on, but you remained focused, determined to win.

When your opponent missed her shot, you seized the opportunity, throwing the ball and scoring yet again. The cheers erupted as she drank from her cup, realizing she was on the brink of defeat.

With a final shot, you aimed carefully and watched as the ball landed perfectly, sealing your victory. "I did it! I won!" you shouted, the excitement coursing through you as the crowd erupted into cheers and applause.

Turning around, you saw Jake clapping happily, his smile beaming with pride.

The party had winded down, leaving you standing in the kitchen, surrounded by the remnants of the evening's festivities. You found yourself eyeing the snacks absentmindedly, contemplating in a late-night treat, when the sound of footsteps interrupted your thoughts.

Turning, you saw Jake entering the kitchen, accompanied by Jungwon. Jake's presence alone sent a jolt of anticipation through you, and you couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement at being alone with him.

"Hey there, you are," Jake greeted you with a warm smile, his eyes bright with genuine interest. Jungwon nodded in acknowledgment before grabbing a drink from the fridge and exiting, leaving you and Jake alone.

You returned Jake's smile, feeling a mixture of nerves and excitement coursing through you. As you finished your drink, tossing the glass bottle into the trash, Jake's question hung in the air. "Did you have fun today?" he asked, his tone slightly nervous but filled with genuine concern.

You turned to face him fully, taking in his earnest expression. For a moment, an mischievous thought crossed your mind, and a playful smirk tugged at the corners of your lips. "I did, thanks for inviting me," you replied, your voice tinged with playful ambiguity.

Jake visibly relaxed, a smile spreading across his face at your response. "I really had fun," you added, your tone softening as you took a step closer to him, closing the distance between you.

Suddenly, you felt a surge of boldness wash over you, fueled by the charged atmosphere between you and Jake. You trailed a finger down his clothed chest, the fabric of his tank top soft under your touch. Jake's eyes widened in surprise, his cheeks flushing with a deep blush as he stared down at you, taken aback by your sudden boldness.

"Oh," he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper, his eyes locked with yours in a mixture of shock and anticipation.

In that moment, time seemed to slow to a crawl as you both stood there, the air thick with tension and unspoken desire. With a shared sense of longing, you both began to lean in, the space between you shrinking until your lips finally met in a soft, tentative kiss, the world around you seemed to fade into oblivion, leaving only the electric current of desire pulsating between you and Jake.

Feeling emboldened by the intensity of the moment, Jake's hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer to him until there was barely an inch of space between your bodies.

Lost in the haze of desire, you instinctively leaned into his touch, your hands finding purchase on his shoulders as you melted against him. His kiss deepened, becoming more fervent, more urgent.

With a low growl of desire, Jake gently guided you backward until your back collided with the cool surface of the kitchen counter, the sensation sending a thrill coursing through you. Without breaking the kiss, he pressed his body against yours, pinning you against the counter with a delicious weight that left you breathless.

The kiss deepened further, becoming more passionate, more consuming, as if the hunger between you could never be satisfied. You felt the heat of his body seeping into yours, the friction of your bodies igniting a firestorm of desire that threatened to consume you both.

As you gasped for air, the world seemed to spin around you, the haze of desire clouding your senses as Jake's lips continued to trail down your neck, igniting a trail of fire wherever they touched. "Jake," you whispered, your voice barely audible above the sound of your pounding heart.

He hummed in response, his lips still grazing the sensitive skin of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. With each gentle kiss, a wave of electricity coursed through your veins, leaving you tingling with anticipation.

"Let's go to your room," you whispered, your voice trembling with desire. Jake didn't hesitate, his movements swift and confident as he guided you through the crowded party and up the stairs, his touch sending sparks flying wherever it landed.

As you made your way through the dimly lit hallway, the sounds of passion echoed around you, a symphony of moans and groans "People are really getting into it," you thought.

Finally, you reached Jake's room, the door closing behind you with a soft click as he locked it securely. The room was shrouded in darkness, illuminated only by the soft glow of LED lights hanging from the ceiling, casting an eerie red hue over the space.

As you turned to face Jake, a mischievous grin tugged at the corners of your lips. The playful challenge danced in your eyes as you backed away, leading him deeper into the room.

The room seemed to shrink around you as Jake followed, a playful glint dancing in his gaze. Your heart raced with excitement as you retreated, a teasing smile playing on your lips. There was an undeniable thrill in the chase, a delicious tension that crackled in the air.

With every move you made, Jake mirrored, his movements fluid and purposeful. It was like a dance, a seductive game of cat and mouse, with you both caught in its intoxicating rhythm. Your pulse quickened as Jake drew nearer, his presence dominating the space around you.

In the dim light, his features took on a sculpted allure, his eyes dark pools of desire that seemed to draw you in. You could feel the heat of his breath against your skin, a tantalizing reminder of the closeness between you.

As you backed up against the edge of the bed, your heart pounded with anticipation. There was a hunger in Jake's gaze, a primal need that mirrored your own.

"Where do you think you're going, baby?" Jake's voice was a low, husky whisper, sending a shiver of anticipation down your spine. "I don't know," you replied, your tone teasing as you fell onto the bed, your back hitting the soft mattress. But before you could move, Jake was upon you, you tried to crawl away, but he captured your wrists in his hands, pinning them above your head with a playful grin. "I got you," he murmured, his voice filled with desire as he leaned down, his lips capturing yours in a searing kiss.

Caught in Jake's grasp, you melted into the kiss, your body responding instinctively to his touch. His lips were soft yet demanding, igniting a fire within you that burned with a fierce passion. Jake's hands trailed down from your wrists, exploring the curves of your body with a hunger that left you breathless.

You arched into him, craving more of his touch, more of his intoxicating presence. His fingers traced along your skin, sending sparks of electricity dancing across your senses. Every caress, every touch, sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, driving you closer to the edge of ecstasy.

Jake's lips trailed down your jawline, leaving a trail of fire in their wake as he explored every inch of your skin with a fervor that left you gasping for air. Your hands roamed over his body, tracing the contours of his muscles with a hunger that matched his own.

With a gentle yet urgent touch, Jake guided you further onto the bed, his body pressing against yours as he claimed you with a fervent passion that left you breathless.

As the intensity reached its peak, you found yourself sinking deeper into the heat of the moment, your body responding instinctively to Jake's touch. Somewhere in the midst of the passion, you felt a subtle shift in your positions, and before you knew it, you were straddling Jake's lap, his strong arms wrapped securely around your waist.

But as the haze of desire began to lift, you suddenly became aware of the new position, your eyes meeting Jake's as you pulled back from the kiss, the connection between you unbroken. Sitting up fully, you looked down at Jake, his gaze filled with a mix of desire and adoration, his hands lingering on your thighs.

For a moment, you both simply gazed at each other, the weight of unspoken words hanging in the air between you. But as Jake's hands began to explore the curves of your body, tracing every contour with a gentle yet possessive touch, you felt a surge of desire coursing through your veins.

With a soft gasp, you felt Jake's strong arms wrap around you as he sat up fully, his back resting against the wall. He pulled you closer, his touch sending shivers down your spine as he adjusted his position, making room for you to straddle him more comfortably. You gasped in surprise at the sudden movement, but before you could react, Jake's lips found yours again in a searing kiss.

His hands moved to the small of your back, pulling you impossibly closer as he deepened the kiss, his touch igniting a fire within you. You melted into him, your fingers tangling in his hair.

As Jake slowly pulled back, releasing you from the fervent embrace, he lowered you gently onto your back, his touch tender yet possessive. You lay there, chest rising and falling with each deep breath, your gaze fixed on him as you took in the sight before you.

In the soft, crimson glow of the LED lights, Jake's features were cast in an ethereal light, his eyes dark pools of desire that seemed to drink you in. His hair was tousled, a testament to the passion that had consumed you both, and his lips were swollen from the intensity of your kisses. The absence of his tank top revealed a toned torso, muscles defined beneath smooth skin, adding to his allure.

The red light danced across his body, casting shadows that made him look almost devilish, a dark and irresistible force that drew you in even deeper.

You reached up to touch his face, your fingers tracing the sharp lines of his jaw. Jake leaned into your touch, his eyes never leaving yours. There was something both tender and fierce in his gaze, a mix of emotions that left you breathless.

In Jake's eyes, as he gazes down at you, you are the epitome of his deepest desires, the embodiment of everything he has ever wanted and loved. From the moment he first laid eyes on you, he knew there was something special about you. It wasn't just physical attraction; it was something deeper, more profound. He called it love at first sight, a feeling that overwhelmed him from the very beginning.

Now, as he hovers above you, his heart races with a mixture of passion and adoration. You are the girl he has dreamed of, the one he has yearned for with every beat of his heart. And now, here you are, lying beneath him, all for him to see, to touch, to love.

As your hands find their way to Jake's shoulders, you pull him down closer to you, craving the intimacy of his touch. He willingly complies, his lips meeting yours in a deep, passionate kiss that sends sparks flying through your veins.

With each kiss, the world around you fades away, leaving only the two of you in your own private sanctuary. His touch is electric against your skin, setting your senses ablaze with desire as he trails his hand down your jawline, sending shivers down your spine.

You respond eagerly, melting into his embrace as you lose yourself in the heat of the moment. His kisses are like a drug, addictive and intoxicating, leaving you yearning for more with each passing second.

With a surge of desire, you wrap your legs around Jake's waist, pulling him closer to you, craving the sensation of being as close to him as possible. He responds eagerly, his body pressing against yours with a fervent urgency that matches your own. One of his hands holds his weight, supporting him above you, while the other explores your body.

When Jake pulls back from the kiss, his lips trace a fiery path down your neck, leaving a trail of electric tingles in their wake, you gasp at the intensity of the sensation, your fingers instinctively clutching his bicep tightly.

His words, whispered against your skin with a fervor that ignites your soul, send shivers cascading down your spine. "You are so perfect," he murmurs, his voice husky with desire, each word dripping with sincerity and adoration.

As the first rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains, gently illuminating the room, you began to stir from your slumber. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, you shifted slightly, only to find yourself cocooned in the comforting embrace of Jake's arms. His presence was like a soothing balm, wrapping you in a sense of security and contentment.

Lying there in the half-light of morning, you couldn't help but smile as you gazed at Jake's sleeping face, his features softened by the tranquility of sleep. He had curled himself around you, spooning you under the soft blankets, his steady breaths creating a rhythmic melody that lulled you into a state of calm.

Sighing softly, you decided to savor the moment a little longer, allowing yourself to bask in the warmth of Jake's embrace. After all, it was the weekend, and there was no rush to start the day.

However, as you drifted in and out of consciousness, you were eventually roused by the sensation of soft kisses against your shoulder. Yawning softly, you hummed in contentment, acknowledging Jake's presence with a sleepy smile.

"Good morning, baby," his whispered words brushed against your ear, sending a shiver of delight down your spine. In response, you murmured a sleepy greeting, rolling over onto your back to face Jake.

But the mischievous glint in Jake's eyes caught your attention, prompting you to raise an eyebrow in suspicion. "What is it?" you asked him, your curiosity piqued.

"Look in the mirror," he replied cryptically, his eyes twinkling with anticipation. Intrigued, you sat up, casting a wary glance at him before sitting up and turning to face the mirror beside the bed, you were met with a shocking sight that elicited a gasp of surprise from your lips.

"Jake!" you exclaimed, your voice a mixture of disbelief and indignation as you grabbed a nearby pillow and began to pummel him with it. "Hey, hey, ow! I'm sorry!" Jake protested, attempting to shield himself from your playful assault.

The reason for your outburst was glaringly evident in the mirror—the purple and pinkish marks that adorned your neck and shoulders. Though they were not bruises in the traditional sense, the telltale signs of hickeys were impossible to ignore.

As the reality of the situation sunk in, you couldn't help but feel a rush of embarrassment and self-consciousness.

"How do I cover this up?! They're everywhere!" you exclaimed in distress, your voice muffled by the plush pillows as you flopped face down onto the bed, your frustration evident in the tone of your voice.

But Jake's response was far from sympathetic, his teasing tone only adding fuel to the fire of your exasperation. "I mean, you could not cover them?" he quipped, his playful smirk evident even in the dim morning light.

With a groan of disbelief, you sat up to confront him, your gaze sweeping over his figure to find that he, too, bore the telltale marks of your shared passion. "Oh God… did I do that?" you asked him, your voice laced with a mixture of embarrassment and incredulity.

In response, Jake simply nodded, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes as he echoed your words with a teasing smirk. "Oh God? Now where did I hear that again?" he teased, his playful banter eliciting a groan of frustration from you.

Unable to resist the urge to retaliate, you delivered a swift kick, sending Jake tumbling off the bed with a yelp of surprise. "Ow!" he exclaimed, his voice echoing through the room as he quickly sprang to his feet, his movements fluid and graceful even in his disheveled state.

"If you'd like to stay for breakfast, I could fix it," Jake offered, his voice tinged with warmth and sincerity. But before he could finish, you interjected, declining his invitation politely. "No, no, it's fine. I have plans soon," you explained, your words punctuated by a gentle smile.

"Oh, that's fine," Jake replied, a hint of disappointment flickering across his features before he handed you the hoodie. "What's this?" you asked, curiosity piqued as you examined the garment in your hands.

"Well, it's a bit cold out now and... I thought you might want it?" Jake explained, his words accompanied by a sheepish grin. "Oh, thank you," you replied, gratitude lacing your voice as you pulled the hoodie on, relishing in its warmth and the faint scent of Jake that lingered on the fabric.

"Let's go," Jake suggested, his tone light as he unlocked the door and led you out of the room and down the hallway. As you followed him, you couldn't help but notice the chaos that reigned throughout the house, with people sprawled out on couches and floors.

"That's gonna be a nightmare to clean up," Jake muttered, his voice tinged with exasperation as he surveyed the scene before you. With a nod of agreement, you slipped on your shoes and made your way to the door, ready to face the chilly morning air.

"I'll see you later?" Jake inquired, his gaze lingering on you with a mix of hope and uncertainty. "Yeah, see ya," you replied, offering him a small smile before stepping out into the crisp morning.

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In the days leading up to a exam, your interactions with Jake were limited as the pressure of impending tests consumed your focus. You devoted yourself entirely to your studies, immersing yourself in textbooks and lecture notes. You spent countless hours holed up in the library or sequestered in your room, pouring over your coursework with unwavering determination.

Whenever Jake reached out to make plans, you had to decline, unable to spare even a moment for leisurely activities. Your responses to his messages were brief, and sometimes you even found yourself ignoring them altogether. Yet, despite your lack of availability, Jake remained understanding and supportive, sending you encouraging messages every day and occasionally surprising you with coffee and food to help sustain you through your long study sessions.

As the day of the exam finally arrived, nerves churned in the pit of your stomach, threatening to overwhelm you. But as you sat down to take the test, a sense of determination washed over you, driving you to give it your all. And when you finally emerged from the exam room, the weight of the world seemed to lift from your shoulders, replaced by a surge of relief and accomplishment.

Instead of returning directly to your room, you found yourself drawn to the ENHYPEN house, seeking solace in familiar surroundings. Knocking on the door, Sunoo greeted you, "Hello, Y/N," he greeted you, "Hi, is Jake here?" you inquired, hoping to see him.

"Sorry, no, he's not," Sunoo replied, "He had a family emergency," he added, his words sending a ripple of concern through you. "Oh," you murmured, a pang of sympathy tugging at your heart. "Thank you, Sunoo," you said softly before turning to leave. "No problem," Sunoo called after you, his voice filled with genuine concern as he closed the door behind you.

Upon returning to your room, you wasted no time in taking a much-needed shower before collapsing into bed, the events of the day swirling through your mind as you drifted into a restless sleep.

You awoke from your nap, the room bathed in the gentle glow of afternoon light filtering through the curtains. Stretching languidly, you reached for your phone, only to find no new messages waiting for you. A sense of unease crept over you, prompting you to dial Jake's number. To your dismay, it went straight to voicemail. Frowning, you tried again, but once more, it ended up in his voicemail.

Growing increasingly worried, you sent him a message, hoping for a quick response. But as the hours passed, there was still no reply. Anxiety gnawed at your insides, fueling your concern for Jake's well-being. When your attempts to call him went unanswered yet again, you dialed his number one more time, your heart pounding in your chest.

To your surprise, a woman's voice answered on the other end. "Hello?" she said, her tone gentle but tinged with concern. "Hello? Is Jake there?" you asked, your voice trembling slightly. "I'm sorry, dear, but Jake can't come to the phone at the moment," she replied, her words sending a shiver down your spine.

"Why? What's happened?" you pressed, desperate for answers. "He's having some struggles right now that I think it's best he tells you himself," the woman explained, her voice softening with empathy.

"I understand," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady despite the rising panic within you. "May I ask who you are?" she inquired politely. "Oh, I'm Y/N," you responded.

"Oh, it's you! Jake hasn't stopped talking about you since, ever!" she exclaimed warmly, her words easing some of your tension. A nervous laugh escaped your lips as you absorbed her words. "I'm Jake's mother," she added, her voice filled with warmth and sincerity.

"Oh! A pleasure to meet you," you said, feeling a mix of relief and apprehension. "I can say the same to you," she replied kindly before something caught her attention on the other end of the line. "Oh, I'm sorry, dear, I have to leave now. But don't worry. He'll be back soon," she reassured you before bidding you farewell and hanging up.

You sat there for a moment, the weight of the conversation sinking in. Despite the reassurances, worry still gnawed at your mind, leaving you restless and unsettled. With a heavy sigh, you resolved to wait for Jake's return, hoping for the best but fearing the worst.

The soft glow of the television illuminated your cozy bedroom as you settled in to watch a movie, seeking solace in its familiar scenes. Lost in the world of the film, you were jolted from your reverie by a sudden knock at the door. With a furrowed brow, you paused the movie and made your way to the door, a sense of apprehension knotting your stomach.

Opening the door, you were met with the sight of Jake standing there, a suitcase in hand. The worry etched on his face struck you like a blow. "Jake?!" you exclaimed, your heart leaping into your throat.

"Hey, Y/N—" he began, but before he could say another word, you enveloped him in a tight hug, relief flooding through you. "I was so worried! I came to the house, and Sunoo told me you were gone, and your mother said you weren't doing good! I feared the worst!" you exclaimed, your voice trembling with emotion.

Jake held you close, his embrace offering a sense of comfort and reassurance. "I'm sorry that I worried you… My dad wasn't doing so good and had to be hospitalized… I couldn't bear to see anyone," he explained, his voice barely above a whisper.

Pulling back slightly, you looked into his tired eyes, a wave of empathy washing over you. "It's okay, I forgive you. You're here now," you said, a warm smile gracing your lips as you reassured him of your forgiveness.

"Come in," you said, gesturing for him to enter as you closed the door behind him, barely giving him time to set down his suitcase before ushering him further into the room. "How's your dad doing now?" you asked, genuine concern lacing your words.

"He's doing good now. He was allowed to go home," Jake explained, a hint of relief evident in his voice.

"I'm glad to hear that," you replied, a genuine smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you felt a weight lift from your shoulders.

"Can I borrow the shower?" Jake asked, his voice tinged with exhaustion.

"Yeah, sure," you replied, opening the bathroom door for him as he made his way inside. As the sound of the shower turning on filled the room, you climbed back into bed, grateful for Jake's return and the comforting presence he brought with him. With a contented sigh, you unpaused the movie, allowing its familiar scenes to wash over you once more.

After a brief moment, the sound of the shower ceased, and Jake emerged from the bathroom, looking refreshed and clad in fresh clothes. "May I join you?" he asked, his eyes filled with a warmth that eased the tension in the room.

You nodded, a soft smile playing on your lips as you pulled open the covers, inviting him to join you. With a grateful smile, Jake climbed into bed beside you, his presence a soothing balm against the uncertainty that had lingered in the air. Cuddled up together beneath the covers, you both settled back to watch the movie.

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As you walked through the bustling halls of the school, lost in your own thoughts, the sound of your name being shouted suddenly pierced through the noise. Startled, you turned and saw Jake running towards you, a wide grin plastered on his face as he waved a piece of paper excitedly in the air. He skidded to a stop in front of you, breathless but beaming with pride.

"What is it, Jake?" you asked, your curiosity piqued as he showed you the paper. As you took it in, your eyes widened in astonishment, a gasp escaping your lips. It was the exam from the subject you had tutored him in, and at the top, there it was—an A, shining brightly as a testament to his hard work and your dedication.

With a joyous screech, you threw your arms around Jake, enveloping him in a tight hug. "You did it!" you exclaimed, unable to contain your happiness.

"I did it!" Jake echoed, his voice filled with elation as he hugged you back tightly.

"We have to celebrate!" Jake declared, his excitement contagious. "Celebrate?" you asked, a smile spreading across your face.

"Yeah! We have a party tonight! You have to come! I'll send you the invite!" Jake said before kissing you swiftly and dashing off, leaving you standing there, filled with a mixture of astonishment and delight.

But your joy was short-lived as you were abruptly pulled into a nearby classroom by a harsh tug on your arm. Startled, you looked up to see five girls standing around you, their expressions cold and disdainful.

"You really think that just because you seduced Jake, you are now one of us?" one of them sneered, her words dripping with contempt.

"You aren't even close to our status," another chimed in, her tone equally disdainful.

Confusion clouded your mind as you tried to comprehend their words. "What do you mean?" you asked, your voice laced with uncertainty.

"Frat guys belong with sorority girls, that's the whole scheme, and you!" one of them spat, pushing you forcefully backward. "Are not one!" she finished, her words like a slap in the face.

Your anger surged as they continued to berate you, cornering you against the wall. "I will not," you declared, pushing back with all your strength. With a satisfying thud, the girl who had pushed you stumbled backward, landing on the floor with a screech. Seizing the opportunity, you darted out of the classroom, leaving the girls behind in a flurry of righteous indignation.

As you stormed back into the hallway, the echo of their insults still ringing in your ears, you muttered under your breath, "Bitches," a fire burning bright in your eyes as you continued on your way.

As you and Liz arrived late to the party, the scene was already in full swing, the air thick with the scent of alcohol and the sound of laughter and music filling the space. People were scattered throughout the house, some already drunk and others engaged in passionate embraces. You rolled your eyes at Liz, who wasted no time in flirting with a guy she had her eye on, before deciding to venture deeper into the crowded house in search of Jake.

Spotting him across the room, you smiled, eager to join him and share a moment together. But as you moved closer, your steps faltered, your heart sinking as you witnessed a sight that shattered your hopes. Jake stood surrounded by a group of people, mostly sorority girls, and with his arm draped around one of them. They seemed so comfortable together, sharing laughs and whispers, and you couldn't deny the pang of jealousy that gnawed at your heart.

Your mind raced, struggling to comprehend what you were seeing. You didn't want to believe it, couldn't fathom that Jake would move on so quickly. But as you overheard a conversation nearby, your worst fears were confirmed. The words cut through you like a knife, leaving you reeling with pain and betrayal.

"Who is the girl with Jake? His new girlfriend?" one guy asked another, the question hanging heavily in the air.

"Probably. You know how these frat guys are," the other guy replied nonchalantly, the callousness of his words only adding to your anguish.

A wave of emotion crashed over you, and before you knew it, tears blurred your vision, threatening to spill over. Without another thought, you turned and fled, the sound of your own sobs echoing in your ears as you raced out of the house and into the cool night air.

By the time you reached your home, the sobs wracked your body, tears streaming down your cheeks as you collapsed onto your bed, the weight of your heartache consuming you.

Unbeknownst to you, a group of people watched from afar, their faces twisted with satisfaction at the success of their cruel ploy. They had orchestrated the scene, knowing it would break you, reveling in the pain they had caused.

You stayed in bed for what felt like hours, your tears eventually subsiding into silent sobs. The pain of betrayal weighed heavily on your chest, making it hard to breathe. You couldn’t understand how Jake, who had been so kind and attentive, could hurt you like this. The image of him with that girl, his arm around her, kept replaying in your mind.

Eventually, exhaustion took over, and you fell into a restless sleep. The next morning, the light filtering through your curtains woke you up. Your head throbbed, and your eyes felt swollen from crying.

Determined to face the day, you forced yourself to get out of bed. You went through the motions of showering and getting dressed, but everything felt surreal. As you stared at yourself in the mirror, you could see the toll the night had taken on you. Your face looked pale and drawn, your eyes red-rimmed and puffy.

With a heavy heart, you left your room and headed to your first class of the day. You tried to focus on the lecture, but your mind kept drifting back to Jake and the events of the previous night. Every time you closed your eyes, you saw his smile and heard the girl’s laughter. The pain was almost unbearable.

The rest of the day passed in a blur. You kept your head down, avoiding eye contact with your classmates and friends. You couldn’t bear the thought of explaining what had happened, of admitting that your heart had been broken.

Later that evening, as you sat alone in your room, there was a knock on your door. Your heart skipped a beat, wondering if it could be Jake. You hesitated, your hand hovering over the doorknob, before finally opening it.

To your surprise, it wasn’t Jake. Instead, it was Sunoo, looking concerned and slightly out of breath.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry to bother you,” he said quickly, “but I think you need to know something.”

You stepped aside to let him in, your heart pounding with a mix of fear and curiosity. Sunoo’s expression was serious as he sat down, taking a deep breath before speaking.

“There’s something you need to know about what happened last night,” he began. “Jake had no idea you saw him with that girl. It was all a setup by a few of the sorority girls. They wanted to hurt you, to make you think Jake was cheating.”

Your head spun with confusion. “What do you mean?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

“They planned the whole thing,” Sunoo continued. “Jake was just being friendly. They made sure you saw it, and they even had people there to make comments that would upset you.”

Tears welled up in your eyes again, but this time they were tears of relief and anger. “Why would they do that?” you asked, your voice shaking.

“Because they’re jealous of you,” Sunoo said simply. “You and Jake have something special, and they wanted to ruin it.”

The relief of knowing that Jake hadn’t betrayed you was overwhelming, but the anger at those girls for manipulating you filled your chest. You knew you needed to talk to Jake, to sort everything out.

“Do you know where he is?” you asked Sunoo.

He nodded. “He’s at the house. He’s been really worried about you.”

Without another word, you grabbed your coat and rushed out the door, determined to set things right. The walk to the Enhypen house felt like it took forever, but finally, you were there, knocking on the door with a mixture of anxiety and hope.

Jake opened the door, his eyes widening in surprise when he saw you. “Y/N,” he breathed, reaching out to pull you into a hug. “I’ve been so worried. Are you okay?”

Tears streamed down your face as you clung to him. “I’m so sorry, Jake. I saw you with that girl, and I thought…”

Jake pulled back slightly to look at you, his expression filled with pain. “I’m so sorry you had to go through that. I swear, I had no idea they were planning anything. I was just talking to her. I promise.”

You nodded, sniffling as you wiped your tears. “I know. Sunoo told me everything. I’m just so glad it was all a misunderstanding.”

Jake hugged you tightly again, his relief palpable. “I would never do anything to hurt you, Y/N. You mean everything to me.”

You pulled back slightly from Jake's embrace, looking up into his eyes with a mix of relief and lingering confusion. "Jake, who was that girl?" you asked softly, your voice trembling a bit.

Jake sighed, running a hand through his hair as he met your gaze. "That was my cousin, Sophie," he explained. "She just moved here for college and I was trying to help her get settled in. I never imagined it would be turned into something to hurt you."

A flood of relief washed over you, but there was still a tinge of anger at the situation. "I can't believe they did that," you murmured, shaking your head. "I really thought…"

Jake gently cupped your face, his thumb brushing away a tear. "I know, and I'm so sorry, Y/N. I should have been more aware. I should have seen what they were trying to do."

You leaned into his touch, the warmth of his hand soothing your frayed nerves. "It's not your fault, Jake. I'm just glad it was a misunderstanding."

He nodded, his expression serious. "I love you, Y/N. I want you to know that. And I'll make sure nothing like this ever happens again."

A small smile tugged at your lips. "I love you too, Jake."

He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Let's get out of here. We need to talk and just be together, away from all this drama."

You agreed, and together you left the Enhypen house, walking hand in hand back to your place.

Once inside, you both kicked off your shoes and Jake wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close as you walked to your bed.

As you both sat on the edge of the bed, Jake looked at you with a mix of apology and love. "I'm really sorry you had to go through that, Y/N. I promise I'll be more careful from now on."

You shook your head, placing a hand on his cheek. "It's okay, Jake. I trust you. Just, let's be more open with each other, okay? No more misunderstandings."

He nodded, leaning in to kiss you softly. "Agreed."

You stood up and stretched, feeling the tension of the past few days slowly melt away. "Do you want to watch a movie?" you suggested, hoping to lighten the mood.

Jake smiled, his eyes brightening. "I'd love that."

You picked a movie and settled back on the bed, pulling the covers over both of you. Jake snuggled in beside you, his arm around your shoulders, holding you close.

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Ji-yeong's face was twisted with rage as he towered over the cowering sorority girls. "The plan was perfect! But no, you lot just had to gossip so loudly about how brilliant the plan was! Everything I built up is ruined!" he shouted, his voice echoing off the walls.

The girls shrank back, their eyes wide with fear. "But…" one of them started timidly.

"No, I don't wanna hear it! Girls are good for nothing! The only good you bring is pleasure!" he spat, raising his hand and slapping one of them hard across the face. She whimpered, holding her cheek.

"My master plan on breaking up Jake and Y/N is ruined!" Ji-yeong raged, pacing back and forth like a caged animal.

"Um," another girl began hesitantly.

"What?!" Ji-yeong barked, spinning around to face her. He noticed all the girls were staring at the door, their faces pale.

He turned slowly, his blood running cold. Standing in the doorway were Jungwon, Sunghoon, Jay, Heeseung, Sunoo, and two other girls. They all glared at him with a mix of disgust and anger. Sunoo had his phone pointed directly at Ji-yeong, clearly filming the entire scene.

"Oh, hey guys! I was just setting these girls straight," Ji-yeong stammered, a forced smile on his face.

"Don't bother. We heard everything," Jay said, his voice cold.

"You have no respect for our name. You are off the frat," Jungwon declared, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"And when I show this to the dean, you'll be in big trouble," Sunoo added, holding his phone up as proof.

"Guys, no, wait…" Ji-yeong started to plead, but it was too late. They turned and walked away, leaving him standing there, his face drained of all color. The sorority girls quickly scattered, not wanting to be caught in the fallout.

Ji-yeong stood there, alone and defeated, the weight of his actions crashing down on him. The smug confidence he once wore like armor was gone, replaced by a sinking realization of just how badly he had miscalculated. His plan had not only failed but had also destroyed his standing within the frat. There was no coming back from this.

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You and Jake were lying in his bed, ostensibly watching a movie together. However, you had long since lost interest in the film, your attention instead fixed on him. You absentmindedly played with the hem of his shirt, twirling the fabric between your fingers. Unlike you, Jake was clearly engrossed in the movie, his eyes fixed on the screen.

Growing bored with his lack of attention, you whined softly, "Jake."

He hummed in acknowledgment and paused the movie to look at you, "Yes?"

"I'm bored," you told him, a pout forming on your lips.

He raised an eyebrow, "But we are watching a movie? Do you not like it?"

"I would rather focus on something else right now," you replied, a mischievous glint in your eyes.

"Like what?" he asked, genuine curiosity in his voice. Before he could react further, you swung your leg over his lap, straddling him. Jake made a surprised sound from the back of his throat as he looked up at you.

"Like you," you said, smiling down at him.

He adjusted himself beneath you, spreading his legs slightly wider to accommodate you. The shift caused you to gasp softly as his hands found their way to your hips, his touch firm yet gentle. "Oh yeah?" His initial surprise had melted into a smug look.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner, babe?" he said, his voice low and teasing as he began caressing your hips, one of his hands slipping under your hoodie to rest against your bare skin, his touch warm and electrifying.

"I didn't want to disturb you," you mumbled shyly.

"What was that?" he asked, feigning ignorance as he brought his ear closer to your mouth. "Talk louder."

"I didn't want to disturb you," you repeated, louder this time.

Jake's eyes softened as he looked at you, a smirk playing on his lips. "So good for me," he murmured, and you felt your cheeks heat up at his words. "I think you need a reward for your patience," he added, pulling you closer.

With that, he tilted his head up and captured your lips in a deep, lingering kiss. The movie was long forgotten as you melted into him, every touch and caress pulling you further into the moment.

Jake's kiss was all-consuming, his lips moving against yours with a fervor that made your heart race. You could feel his fingers trailing under your hoodie, the warmth of his touch sending shivers down your spine. You deepened the kiss, your hands threading through his hair, tugging gently as you pressed closer to him.

He pulled back slightly, his breath hot against your lips. "You’re so beautiful," he whispered, his eyes dark with desire.

Your cheeks flushed at his words, and you couldn't help but smile. "You know just what to say," you murmured, your voice soft.

Jake chuckled, the sound vibrating through your chest. "Only for you," he said, his hands moving to your back, pulling you even closer.

You shifted in his lap, feeling the heat between you grow. "Jake," you whispered, your voice barely audible.

"Hmm?" he responded, his hands still roaming your body, exploring every inch of skin he could find.

"I need you," you said, your voice trembling with anticipation.

Jake's eyes darkened even more at your words, and he pulled you into another searing kiss. "I've got you," he murmured against your lips, his hands moving to the hem of your hoodie, lifting it slightly.

You broke the kiss long enough to pull the hoodie over your head, tossing it aside. Jake's eyes roamed your body, appreciation and desire evident in his gaze. "You're perfect," he whispered, his hands coming up to cup your face gently.

You leaned into his touch, feeling a rush of affection for the boy in front of you. "So are you," you said, your voice filled with emotion.

You tugged at Jake's shirt, your fingers gripping the fabric as you whispered, "I wanna see you too."

Jake's smirk deepened, and he raised an eyebrow playfully. "Oh, you do, huh?" he teased, his hands still resting on your hips.

You nodded, biting your lower lip as you looked up at him. "Yes, please," you said softly.

Jake's eyes sparkled with mischief as he lifted his shirt over his head, revealing his toned chest and abs. You couldn't help but run your hands over his skin, feeling the warmth and the steady rise and fall of his breath. "Your turn," he said, his voice a low rumble as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear.

You felt a rush of excitement as you reached for the waistband of your sweatpants, your hands trembling slightly. Jake's fingers joined yours, helping you tug them down, his touch sending electric sparks through your skin. Underneath, you wore tight, black shorts that hugged your curves, accentuating your figure and adding an extra layer of anticipation to the moment.

Jake's eyes darkened with desire as he took in the sight, his breath hitching slightly. He ran his hands up your thighs, his touch both gentle and firm, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. "You're driving me crazy," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

You blushed under his intense gaze, feeling a mix of shyness and exhilaration. "Thank you," you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Jake leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before trailing his kisses down your neck and across your collarbone. His hands roamed over your body, exploring every inch with a gentle yet possessive touch. You arched into him, your breath coming in shallow gasps as his lips found a particularly sensitive spot on your neck.

"Jaeyun," you breathed, your fingers tangling in his hair as you pulled him closer.

With your hands trembling slightly from the anticipation, you moved to the waistband of Jake's pants. Your fingers brushed against his skin, sending electric sparks through both of you. Jake's eyes never left yours, dark and intense, as he lifted his hips slightly to help you slide his pants down. You took your time, savoring the moment, feeling the heat radiate from his body.

As you pulled his pants off completely, he was left in just his boxers. Jake's chest rose and fell with his deep breaths, his desire for you evident in every movement.

You leaned in, your lips brushing against his ear. "I can't get enough of you," you whispered, your voice filled with a mix of desire and affection. Jake's hands moved to your waist, pulling you closer until your bodies were pressed together, the heat between you almost unbearable.

He responded with a low groan, his hands gripping your hips as he guided you back onto the bed. You felt the cool sheets against your back, a stark contrast to the heat of Jake's body pressing down on you. His lips never left your skin, trailing kisses down your chest and across your stomach.

With a gentle smile, Jake leaned in, capturing your lips in a slow, passionate kiss. His hands explored your body, every touch igniting a fire within you.

The night passed in a blur of kisses, touches, and whispered words. As the night turned to dawn, you lay in each other's arms, your bodies intertwined.

Jake pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, his fingers tracing gentle patterns along your back. "I love you," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion.

You smiled, feeling your heart swell with love. "I love you too," you replied, your voice barely audible.

With that, you both drifted off to sleep.

(IVE BEEN A NASTY GIRL, NASTY)

Clash Of Love - S.J

P: Gryffindor!Jake x fem!reader

Trope: Sports Romance

Warnings: teasing, angst, confidence issues, hurt/comfort, Fluff.

Synopsis: You never cared for Quidditch until you became your house’s top Seeker and caught the attention of Jake, the new Gryffindor Seeker.

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You never really cared much for Quidditch. Sure, you’d played it growing up—your father made sure of that. As a former Beater during his own Hogwarts days, he always had high hopes that you'd follow in his footsteps, maybe even outshine him on the pitch. But while you could fly circles around other kids and hit a Bludger with unnerving precision, the game just never sparked that fire in you. It was fun, yes, but it wasn’t your dream.

When you finally got your letter to Hogwarts, all you wanted was a normal experience. You imagined spending your time exploring the castle, making friends, and learning magic—without the pressure of Quidditch hanging over your head. No dodging Bludgers, no chasing Quaffles, no frantic races after the Golden Snitch. Just a regular student life, something your father didn’t quite understand.

But as soon as your teachers saw you on a broom, any hope of staying out of Quidditch vanished. Your speed, your natural talent—it didn’t go unnoticed. They didn’t just ask you to join the team; they practically insisted. And not as a Beater like your dad, but as a Seeker.

When you came home that winter break and told your father the news, you could practically see the stars in his eyes. He beamed with pride, his excitement so infectious. The Firebolt he gave you the next day was the final touch, a gesture that said everything you couldn't: that you were in this now, whether you wanted to be or not.

And there were so many moments when you wanted to quit. The pressure, the expectation, the weight of it all—it nearly crushed you. But every time you thought about walking away, something held you back. Maybe it was the look of pride in your dad’s eyes. Maybe it was the teammates who’d started counting on you. Maybe it was something in you that couldn’t bear to let it all go.

Whatever it was, you stayed.

As the weeks passed, you started winning match after match, your broom slicing through the air with precision and speed that shocked even the most seasoned players. It didn’t take long before people began to notice—really notice. With every match, your name was whispered a little louder in the corridors, echoing through common rooms and the Great Hall. None of the teams stood a chance when you were on the pitch.

Your team celebrated, of course. Your captain clapped you on the back, your teammates threw their arms around your shoulders, chanting your name after every victory. And yet, there was something strange about it all, something you couldn't quite shake. It wasn’t just your house that knew who you were anymore. People you’d never spoken to started calling your name in the hallways. You’d catch bits of conversations as you passed: “That’s her! The Seeker from the last match, remember?” or “I heard she caught the Snitch in under ten minutes.”

At first, it seemed harmless—just excited students sharing in the school’s newfound pride in your victories. But soon, it became more than that. People you didn’t know were stopping you on your way to class, congratulating you, or worse—asking for tips, advice, even autographs. You’d never been the kind of person to seek out attention, and now it was coming from every direction, like a tidal wave you hadn’t expected.

You tried to keep your head down, but it felt impossible. Everywhere you went, you heard your name. In the library, you caught people staring at you from behind piles of books. In the common room, whispers followed you when you walked past. Even in Potions class, you felt eyes burning into the back of your head.

It was… unsettling, to say the least. The fame, the attention—it was all so far from what you'd wanted when you first came to Hogwarts. You wanted to blend in, to have a normal experience, to learn magic like everyone else. Now, you were anything but invisible.

The more matches you won, the louder the buzz around you grew. It became nearly impossible to go anywhere without someone mentioning your name, like you’d somehow become a part of the school’s everyday conversation. Every win cemented your place as the top Seeker of the year. Rival houses hated how unstoppable you were on the pitch; even their Seekers seemed resigned to defeat before the matches even started.

Your victories were all anyone could talk about. "Have you seen her fly? It’s like she's born on a broom," they’d say. Or, "No one’s caught the Snitch that fast in years."

It was overwhelming, and though you tried to ignore it, the fame clung to you like a second skin. You started timing your walks to class to avoid the busiest corridors, taking the long way around the castle just to get some peace. But even that didn’t help much. People still recognized you. Some would smile or nod in respect, while others were bolder, stopping you mid-stride with wide eyes and questions about your technique, as if you were some sort of Quidditch oracle.

One afternoon, you were rushing to Herbology when a group of second-years ran up, their robes flapping as they tried to keep pace with you.

"You're the Seeker, right?" one of them asked breathlessly, like they'd been working up the courage to approach you all day.

You nodded, giving a tight-lipped smile, hoping they'd move on. They didn’t.

“Can you show us how you do that dive? The one you used in the last match?” another chimed in, eyes wide with awe.

You managed to mutter something about practice and waved them off as politely as you could, but as they scampered away, you felt an unease settle in your chest. You weren’t used to this kind of attention. Being recognized in passing was one thing, but now people were acting like you were some kind of Quidditch legend—and you weren’t even halfway through the season.

The weight of their expectations began to creep in. Every match you played, every Snitch you caught, you felt it growing, pressing down on you. People expected you to be perfect. To win. Every. Single. Time.

And the truth was, you were good—really good. But what if that changed? What if, in one match, you didn’t catch the Snitch? What if you made a mistake?

The fear of letting people down was starting to feel heavier than the broom you flew. And no one seemed to notice the way your shoulders sagged under it all, not even your friends. To them, you were thriving—so why would they think otherwise?

Even your father couldn’t stop talking about you. When you wrote home, all he wanted to know was how many matches you’d won and what the other teams were like. He’d send letters full of praise, bursting with pride at your accomplishments, never realizing that every word only tightened the knot in your chest.

One evening after practice, you sat by the Black Lake, the still water reflecting the darkening sky. For the first time in weeks, you felt like you could breathe. Away from the crowds, away from the questions and the eyes following your every move, you were just you again. No Quidditch star. No Seeker. Just… you.

But even then, a thought gnawed at the back of your mind. How long could you keep this up? How much longer could you carry the weight of everyone else’s dreams on your shoulders when it was never really your dream to begin with?

The pressure built, but instead of backing down, you threw yourself into Quidditch even harder. It wasn’t enough just to be good anymore—you had to be better. Better than the other Seekers. Better than the expectations people had placed on you. Better than the doubt that gnawed at you every time you felt the weight of a hundred eyes on you, waiting for you to catch the Snitch like it was your destiny.

Practice became your escape. Out on the pitch, you weren’t the person everyone whispered about in the hallways; you were just a player, one among a team of friends who didn’t treat you like some Quidditch prodigy. They were focused on their own roles, their own goals. No one stared at you or asked for advice. No one analyzed your every move. They just let you be. It was freeing in a way that nothing else was.

And so, you pushed yourself. Harder. Faster. Each practice, you flew like your life depended on it, the wind howling in your ears as you whipped through the air. The faster you went, the more the tears would prick at the corners of your eyes, but you blinked them away, telling yourself it was only the wind, nothing more. You needed to be faster. You needed to be stronger.

You would be the best.

It wasn’t enough to just catch the Snitch anymore. Now, you had to catch it quicker, cleaner. Every dive had to be sharper, every turn more precise. With each lap around the pitch, you forced yourself to go faster, to fly closer to the ground, to flirt with danger in a way that left your heart pounding against your ribs.

There was no time to second-guess, no room for mistakes. You chased perfection with a single-minded focus, and when your muscles screamed from the effort, when your lungs burned, you pushed through it. You had to. Anything less felt like failure.

Sometimes, after practice, you’d find yourself sitting on your broom long after the others had left, staring out over the empty pitch as the sun dipped below the horizon. Your teammates, who were also your friends, didn’t question it. They didn’t ask if you were okay or wonder why you stayed behind. They gave you space, and for that, you were grateful. They didn’t treat you like the school’s golden Seeker, didn’t put you on a pedestal. To them, you were just you, and that small freedom meant more than they could know.

In those moments, you could breathe. There were no expectations, no pressure. Just you and the broom, hovering above the ground in the fading light. You would close your eyes, feel the wind cool against your skin, and for a brief moment, everything else disappeared.

But the moment always ended. And when it did, the weight of it all came crashing back. You’d grip the handle of your Firebolt a little tighter, the reminder sinking in: you weren’t just doing this for yourself anymore. You couldn’t afford to slip, to falter.

You had to be perfect. Because in a world where everyone already saw you that way, anything less wasn’t good enough.

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The news came on a cold Friday afternoon, whispered through the corridors of Hogwarts like wildfire. Gryffindor had found a new Seeker. You had heard it first from some Ravenclaws in your Charms class, who were chatting excitedly as you passed by. At first, you hadn’t paid it much attention—every house was always talking up their players, hoping their team would be the one to dethrone the reigning champion. But then, as you overheard more and more conversations, your curiosity piqued.

It wasn’t just any new Seeker. This one had apparently caught the Snitch in a time scarily close to your own record—one you had held for years.

At first, you felt a flicker of intrigue. Could it be true? Someone as fast as you? It was hard to believe, but there was a small part of you that wanted to see for yourself. Someone who could give you a real challenge, a test worthy of your skills. You didn’t mind the thought—competition was normal, after all. Maybe even welcome.

But then the unease crept in. The more you heard, the more you realized this wasn’t just hype. People were really talking about this Gryffindor Seeker. They were comparing him to you. And suddenly, that flicker of intrigue twisted into something colder, something heavier.

Fear.

You didn’t let it show, though. You kept your face neutral, acting as though the news didn’t faze you in the slightest. But inside, your heart was pounding. After all the time and effort you’d spent, all the pressure to stay on top—now, there was someone else. Someone who could take that from you.

When Gryffindor’s next match came around, you knew you had to see him for yourself. You arrived early, blending into the sea of students in the stands, hoping no one would notice you. But as the teams took the field and the match began, all your focus honed in on the new Seeker.

The first time you saw him in action, your stomach twisted. He flew with a kind of reckless grace, weaving between players, eyes locked on the sky. And when he took off in a burst of speed to chase after the Snitch, you felt a chill crawl up your spine.

He was fast.

Too fast.

It was almost like watching yourself out there, but from the outside. The way he flew—the sharp turns, the sudden bursts of speed—it was disturbingly familiar. And when he finally closed in on the Snitch, catching it just before the other Seeker even realized it was in play, you felt something cold settle deep in your chest.

This couldn’t be happening.

For the first time in a long while, doubt began to creep in. What if you weren’t the best anymore? What if this new Seeker was faster, sharper, better than you?

You tried to shake it off as the crowd erupted in cheers, Gryffindor celebrating their victory. But no matter how hard you tried to push the thoughts away, the image of that Seeker—flying at speeds that almost rivaled yours—stuck in your mind.

The cold feeling lingered, gnawing at the edges of your confidence.

This couldn’t be. You had worked too hard, pushed yourself too far. You weren’t about to let someone take your place.

Not now. Not ever.

Gryffindor’s win was explosive, their cheers carrying across the pitch as their team gathered in celebration. But you barely heard it over the sound of your own thoughts. The new Seeker had been good—too good. And now, with the match over and your curiosity far from satisfied, you found yourself walking toward the players’ tent, driven by a need to see him up close, to size up the competition for yourself.

The other players, still buzzing with adrenaline from the game, spotted you as you approached, and a ripple of excitement passed through them. One good thing about being you—respected, almost revered by your peers—was that they always welcomed you, no matter the house. The Gryffindor team, flushed from their victory, greeted you with open arms, grins wide and unguarded.

“Hey! Y/N!” one of them called, clapping you on the back like an old friend.

They let you pass easily, no one questioning why you were there or what you wanted. But you weren’t there for them. You were there for him.

As you made your way deeper into the tent, you spotted him almost immediately. He had his back turned to you, his posture relaxed as he spoke animatedly with two other Gryffindors. You paused for a moment, taking him in from a distance. Taller than you, broader too, though not intimidatingly so. Something about the way he carried himself seemed effortless, like flying had always come easy to him.

You took a breath, then approached. “Excuse me,” you said, your voice steady, though your pulse quickened.

The two guys he was talking to noticed you first, their faces lighting up in recognition. “Y/N!” one of them exclaimed, “Hey, come meet our new Seeker!”

At that, the Gryffindor Seeker—Sim Jaeyun, you reminded yourself—turned around, and for a split second, you felt your breath catch.

Shit.

Up close, he was even more striking than you had expected. His black hair fell into loose curls that framed a face almost annoyingly perfect. Sharp eyes, high cheekbones, and a smile so wide and genuine it made you feel, for just a heartbeat, completely disarmed. It was the kind of smile that hit you like a bludger—out of nowhere and hard.

“So, you’re the new Seeker of Gryffindor,” you said, forcing yourself to remain composed, though your eyes couldn’t help but quickly glance him up and down. He was tall, athletic, and clearly skilled—he had proven that on the pitch—but now, standing in front of you, there was something more to him. Something that made you both intrigued and annoyed at the same time.

“You’ve already made quite a name for yourself,” you added, trying to sound casual, though your mind was racing.

Jaeyun’s grin only widened, and it was the biggest, warmest smile you had ever been given by anyone. His whole face lit up with it, and suddenly, he didn’t seem like a rival Seeker. He just seemed… charming.

“Yeah, that’s me! Pleasure to meet you!” His voice had a lively, easygoing tone, and it threw you off balance for a moment.

“Y/N, this is Sim Jaeyun!” one of the other guys said, slinging an arm around Jaeyun’s shoulder with a grin. “But—oh, please! Call me Jake,” Jaeyun—or Jake—chimed in with a laugh, shaking his head at his friend’s formality.

You blinked, trying to collect yourself. His energy was so different from what you had imagined—a fierce, competitive rival on the pitch, but off it, he was almost… friendly? “Pleasure to be acquainted with you, Jake,” you said, though it came out a bit more formal than you had intended.

Jake laughed again, and you couldn’t help but notice how his smile seemed to make everyone around him more relaxed. “Likewise, Y/N. I’ve heard a lot about you,” he added, his sharp eyes sparkling with genuine admiration.

For a moment, you were caught off guard. It wasn’t often you met someone who could match your skill and still be so disarmingly kind. You weren’t sure how to feel about it. You had come here expecting to face a rival, someone to challenge—but instead, you found someone with a charm and warmth that made it impossible to feel threatened.

But still, beneath the surface of his friendly exterior, you knew. He was fast. He was talented. And if you weren’t careful, he’d be gunning for your spot as the best Seeker in no time.

Not if I can help it, you thought, shaking off the brief spell his charisma had cast over you. You weren’t going to let anyone take your place—not even Jake.

The moment stretched on longer than you had expected, Jake's easygoing grin still lighting up his face as if this whole interaction was nothing more than two friends meeting after a match. You knew better. He wasn’t just any Seeker—he was the one who had come dangerously close to your record, and the look in his eyes told you that he was very aware of it, even if he wasn’t saying it out loud.

But despite the friendly atmosphere, that cold feeling from earlier began to creep back. This wasn’t just a casual meeting for you. You could feel the quiet tension lingering beneath the surface. You were sizing him up, and if Jake was smart, he was doing the same to you.

“Yeah, I’ve heard a lot about you too,” you finally said, your voice smooth, though your pulse quickened. “Your reputation’s spreading fast, especially after today’s match. Almost as fast as you.”

Jake chuckled at that, running a hand through his curls, clearly unfazed by the hint of competition in your words. “I’ll take that as a compliment,” he said with a wink. “Though, to be honest, I’ve got a lot of catching up to do if I’m going to reach your level.”

The way he said it—so nonchalant, so effortless—it almost sounded like he wasn’t worried about whether he’d catch up. Like he knew he would.

That unsettled you.

One of the other Gryffindor players chimed in, clapping Jake on the back. “Jake’s a natural, isn’t he? First year on the team and already flying like he’s been doing it for ages. Honestly, Y/N, you’ve got some real competition now!”

You forced a smile, though the words hit harder than you’d like to admit. Real competition. You weren’t used to hearing that. For years, you’d been the best, the Seeker everyone feared on the pitch. And now, here he was—Sim Jaeyun, or Jake, as he insisted—taking away the certainty that you’d built your reputation on.

But you weren’t about to let that show. You gave Jake a once-over again, trying to push aside the nagging feeling in your gut. “I guess we’ll see about that in the next match,” you said, your tone calm but with an edge, a challenge hidden just beneath the surface.

Jake’s smile didn’t waver. In fact, it grew. “Looking forward to it,” he said with a glint of excitement in his eyes. He wasn’t backing down. If anything, he seemed even more eager now that he had your attention.

You didn’t quite know how to respond to that—he was disarming in a way that threw you off balance, his energy infectious but his confidence quietly unnerving. You could already feel the weight of the next match looming over you, the pressure to not just win, but to prove you were still the best.

The conversation shifted, the Gryffindor players talking about the match and making plans for the evening, but you remained quiet, your mind buzzing with thoughts of Jake’s flying, of the way he had zipped through the air like a blur, almost matching your own speed.

Soon enough, Jake turned back to you, his smile still easy but his gaze sharper now, as if he sensed your inner conflict. “I’ll be keeping an eye on you, Y/N,” he said, his voice light but carrying a weight beneath the playful tone. “I think we’re going to have some fun this season.”

There was that competitive gleam again, the unspoken promise that he wasn’t just here to be a friendly face—he was here to win, to challenge you.

You met his gaze head-on, your resolve hardening. “You’d better,” you replied, your voice even. “Because I’m not slowing down.”

Jake’s grin widened, but there was a spark of respect in his eyes now, like he knew this wasn’t going to be easy for either of you. And maybe, somewhere deep down, you knew that too.

As you finally turned to leave, your thoughts were racing faster than any broom could carry you. You had come to see who this new Seeker was, and now that you had, the reality was far more complicated than you had anticipated. Jake wasn’t just fast or skilled—he was good. He had the talent, the confidence, and, worst of all, the kind of charisma that made people want to root for him.

But you weren’t about to let that stop you. If anything, it fueled the fire inside you. You’d push yourself harder, faster—just like you had always done. The cold feeling from before was still there, but now it was mixed with something else: determination.

Because one thing was clear—you were going to show Jake, and everyone else, that you weren’t just the best Seeker. You were untouchable.

☆

The gossip spread through the school like wildfire. At first, it was the usual chatter—students making bets on who would be faster, who would catch the Snitch first in the inevitable showdown between you and Jake. Some people swore you’d remain untouchable, while others were eager to see the new Seeker take you down. But then, somewhere along the way, the talk shifted.

Suddenly, it wasn’t just about Quidditch. People started to whisper about you and Jake—not as rivals, but as something else.

“Did you hear? I bet they end up together,” you overheard one Hufflepuff girl whisper as you walked past in the corridor.

“Yeah, they’re totally going to be a couple. It’s obvious,” her friend replied.

You had almost tripped over your own feet when you heard that. A couple? You and Jake? The thought repulsed you. The idea of being linked to him—no matter how talented he was on the pitch—was absurd. Sure, he was good-looking, you couldn't deny that. And yeah, he had a killer smile, one that made people gravitate toward him, but that didn’t mean anything.

Right?

But the rumors didn’t stop. In fact, they got worse. Students from every house seemed to be talking about you and Jake as if it were some kind of inevitable future. Gryffindor girls teased you whenever they saw you, smirking knowingly as they passed. Slytherins, gave you sly looks whenever Jake’s name came up.

It was infuriating. You were rivals, not some star-crossed lovers from a romance novel. You would never, ever, be a couple with Jake. No matter how handsome he was, with his curls falling perfectly around his face. Or how funny he could be, always able to crack a joke and light up a room with that easygoing laugh of his. Or how humble he acted, even when people praised him endlessly for his skills. Or how smart—

Bloody hell.

You found yourself staring at him again during class. Jake was sitting a few seats ahead of you, casually taking notes, completely unaware that half the school had decided you two were destined to be Hogwarts’ next “it” couple. His brows were furrowed slightly as he focused on the lesson, his quill gliding smoothly across the parchment. He caught something funny that one of his friends had whispered to him, and for a moment, that grin spread across his face again, lighting up his features like the sun breaking through the clouds.

You quickly looked away, feeling your face flush.

Okay, maybe it wouldn’t be that bad to be with Jake, you found yourself thinking, much to your horror. You shook your head, trying to clear the thought. No. Absolutely not.

But no matter how much you tried to ignore it, the idea lingered in the back of your mind, gnawing at you. You hated it. You weren’t supposed to be thinking about Jake like that. He was your competition, not your… whatever the hell your brain was trying to make him.

It didn’t help that every time you crossed paths, Jake seemed completely oblivious to the rumors. He treated you exactly the same as he always had—friendly, easygoing, with just enough competitive fire to keep you on edge. It was maddening how unaffected he was by it all, as if the idea of you two being together hadn’t even crossed his mind.

But then again, why would it? You were his rival, after all. Nothing more.

Right?

Still, as the whispers grew louder and the school buzzed with anticipation for the next Quidditch match, you couldn’t shake the feeling that things were changing—both on and off the pitch. Jake was everywhere now, not just in your thoughts, but in the eyes of everyone around you.

And as much as you tried to fight it, part of you was starting to wonder what it would be like if—just if—those whispers turned out to be true.

☆

The day of the Gryffindor versus your house match loomed closer, and with it, the tension between you and Jake shifted in a way that you hadn’t expected. The usual competitive energy was still there, but now, it came with something else—something lighter, sharper, and far more confusing.

It started with small things. During Quidditch practice, when you’d see Jake flying laps around the pitch, you’d catch him looking your way. Not with the intense, focused gaze of a rival, but with a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. Every time your eyes met, he’d give a little wave or throw in a wink, as if daring you to react.

You ignored it at first, brushing it off as Jake just being his usual, annoyingly charming self. But then, during one particularly windy afternoon, as you were heading off the pitch after practice, he caught up to you.

“Hey, Y/N,” Jake called, jogging lightly to match your stride. You could feel him watching you out of the corner of your eye, but you didn’t slow down.

“What do you want, Sim?” you asked, keeping your tone neutral.

He just laughed, his voice light and teasing. “Sim? Ouch. No more ‘Jake’? I thought we were getting past formalities.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the small smile pulling at your lips. “What’s the matter? Worried I’m not going to give you a nickname during the match when I beat you?”

“Oh, if you beat me, I’ll be sure to remember that,” he shot back, stepping in front of you to block your path, that signature grin of his firmly in place. There was a playful glint in his eyes now, something far more mischievous than you’d seen before. He wasn’t backing down, and for some reason, that sent a thrill through you.

“You know,” Jake continued, leaning in just slightly, “I’ve been thinking… We should make this match a bit more interesting.”

You raised an eyebrow, trying to ignore the flutter in your chest. “Interesting how?”

He grinned wider, his eyes twinkling. “How about a bet?”

“A bet?” You crossed your arms, skeptical but curious. “What kind of bet?”

Jake shrugged, casually tossing his broom over his shoulder, all smooth confidence. “If I catch the Snitch before you, you have to buy me butterbeer at The Three Broomsticks. If you win, I’ll buy for you.”

You blinked at him, your brain scrambling to catch up with his sudden challenge. He wasn’t even trying to hide the flirtatious edge to his voice anymore, and for a moment, you wondered if this was all just part of his game—an attempt to throw you off before the match. But the warmth in his gaze made it hard to believe he had any ulterior motives.

“And what happens if neither of us catches it?” you asked, playing along despite yourself.

Jake tilted his head, pretending to think for a moment before flashing you another one of his disarming smiles. “Well, I guess we’ll both have to buy each other butterbeer then. Double the fun, right?”

You snorted, shaking your head but smiling despite yourself. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Maybe,” Jake said with a shrug, “but you’re smiling.”

He was right, and that annoyed you. You weren’t supposed to be getting swept up in his charm. But there was something about the way Jake acted—confident but not cocky, playful but never disrespectful—that made it hard to stay distant. He was more than just competition. He was fun, and that made him dangerous in a way you hadn’t expected.

As the days passed and the match approached, the tension between you two only intensified—but not in the usual way. It wasn’t the fierce, almost icy rivalry you were used to. Instead, it became a back-and-forth exchange of smirks, teasing glances, and playful banter. You’d pass each other in the halls, and he’d nudge your shoulder just enough to get your attention.

“Better watch out, Y/N,” he’d whisper as you brushed past each other. “I’m coming for that Snitch.”

“Good luck catching it from behind me,” you’d retort, not missing a beat, though you could feel your heart race a little faster each time you saw that knowing grin on his face.

Even your friends started to notice. “What’s up with you and Jake?” one of your teammates asked one day after practice. “It’s like you’re flirting more than you’re actually preparing for the match.”

You scoffed, but there was no denying it now. Something had changed between you and Jake, and it wasn’t just competition anymore. It was the way he’d linger near you in the corridors, the way his smile seemed to linger in your thoughts long after you’d parted ways.

As the night before the match arrived, you found yourself lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, your thoughts circling back to him. The tension between you had shifted into something neither of you seemed willing to acknowledge fully, but it was there—thrumming beneath the surface like a secret only the two of you shared.

Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad, you thought to yourself, your heart beating just a little faster at the memory of his smile. Maybe it wouldn’t be bad at all.

The next morning, the air around the school buzzed with a palpable energy. Everyone was talking about the match, students from every house excitedly debating who would win—your team or Gryffindor. The anticipation had reached a fever pitch, and the whispers that had been trailing you and Jake only fueled the hype.

But unlike everyone else, you were calm. Strangely so. While your teammates were buzzing with nervous energy, checking and re-checking their gear, you felt a quiet confidence settle over you. It wasn’t arrogance, it was just a feeling deep in your gut. Today, you were going to win. You didn’t know why you felt so sure, but something in you was certain of it.

As you made your way to breakfast, the hallways were packed with students already wearing their house colors, chanting and hyping each other up. “Y/N, you’ve got this!” a group of first-years called out as you passed, their faces lit up with excitement.

You waved them off with a small smile, though inside, the quiet confidence remained. You knew what you had to do. All that was left was to get through the day.

The hours in class crawled by. You barely registered the lessons, your mind already on the pitch. And you weren’t alone. Every time you looked around, your classmates were whispering about the match, scribbling notes to each other instead of paying attention to the professors.

At one point, you overheard some students talking about how a few of the more ambitious witches and wizards had tried to speed up time. Of course, they had failed—or so the rumors went. Some were said to have gotten caught by the professors, earning themselves detentions for their impatience. Others claimed that someone had actually managed to slow down time instead, making the wait for the match feel even longer.

You chuckled to yourself at the absurdity of it all. As if magic could bend time just because a few students were too eager to see a Quidditch match. Then again, it was Hogwarts. Stranger things had happened.

By the time your last class of the day rolled around, you could feel the collective restlessness in the air. Even the professors seemed to have given up on trying to get anyone to focus. They were just as eager for the match, though they kept a better poker face than the students. You tapped your fingers against the desk, trying to keep your cool, while around you, classmates fidgeted impatiently.

It didn’t help that Jake sat a few rows ahead of you, completely unfazed by the chaos. Every now and then, he’d glance back over his shoulder, his eyes finding yours with that same playful glint they always held. He gave you a small nod, his lips twitching into a half-smile as if to say, Ready?

You just raised an eyebrow in response. You weren’t about to let him see how his presence still unnerved you, even if just a little.

As the final bell rang, the halls erupted with noise, students rushing out to claim their seats at the Quidditch pitch. Your teammates were already gathering, the excitement palpable as they met in the common room to head down together. But you hung back for a moment, feeling that strange calm wash over you again.

“Y/N, you coming?” one of your teammates called out, already halfway to the door.

“Yeah,” you replied, shaking yourself out of your thoughts. “Let’s go.”

The walk to the pitch was surreal, a sea of students flowing toward the stands, their voices a mix of excitement and nervous energy. The sky above was a perfect, crisp blue—ideal flying conditions. As you approached the pitch, your eyes swept across the expanse, the stands packed with students wearing their house colors, banners waving, chants growing louder by the second.

Your teammates huddled up in the locker room, each of them vibrating with a mix of anxiety and anticipation. But you, once again, felt steady. Sure. The game plan ran through your mind like clockwork, and every instinct told you that today was your day.

As you grabbed your broom and headed toward the field, a Gryffindor player brushed past you on their way out. “Hope you’re ready, Y/N,” they said with a grin. “Jake’s been talking all week about how he’s going to beat you.”

You smirked, giving a casual shrug. “We’ll see about that.”

When you finally stepped out onto the pitch, the roar of the crowd hit you like a wave. The noise was deafening, chants from all four houses echoing in the air as they cheered for their teams. Your eyes immediately sought out Jake across the field. There he was, standing tall with his broom in hand, his Gryffindor teammates huddled around him.

He caught your gaze and, even from a distance, gave you that familiar smile—one that was far too confident for your liking. But instead of feeling rattled, you felt… excited. You were ready.

The two of you would face off soon, and no matter what people were saying, no matter how much they wanted to pit you two against each other in more ways than one, this was still about Quidditch. It was still about winning. And today, you were going to prove, once and for all, who the best Seeker was.

The whistle blew, and you mounted your broom, ready for whatever came next.

The roar of the crowd surged as the whistle echoed across the pitch. You felt the vibration of the noise in your chest, but your heart remained steady, your mind focused. You gripped your broom, the familiar feel of the handle beneath your fingers grounding you as you kicked off the ground and shot into the sky.

The wind whipped past your face as you climbed higher, scanning the pitch for the glint of gold. Below, the game had already begun, the Chasers from both teams darting back and forth, the Bludgers zipping through the air, but your focus was elsewhere. The Snitch. That was all that mattered.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Jake rise up beside you, his broom slicing through the air with practiced ease. He glanced over, flashing you that same confident grin he always wore. “Ready for this?” he shouted over the wind.

“Always,” you called back, smirking despite yourself. You weren’t about to let him get inside your head—not today.

The game below intensified, but up here, it was just you and Jake. The crowd's cheers faded into background noise, replaced by the steady beat of your heart and the hum of your broom. You could feel the tension between you two, not just the competitive edge but that other kind of tension—the one that had been building ever since the rumors started.

But none of that mattered right now. Not when you were both hunting for the Snitch, eyes sharp and hands steady.

Suddenly, a flash of gold appeared near the Gryffindor goalposts, darting in and out of sight. Without thinking, you leaned forward, your broom responding instantly as you shot toward it. Jake was right beside you, moving just as fast, his focus as intense as yours.

The two of you raced through the air, neck and neck, weaving through the other players like they weren’t even there. Your speed increased, the wind biting at your face, but you blinked away the tears forming in the corners of your eyes. You could see the Snitch now, clear as day, hovering just ahead, and you pushed yourself harder, faster.

Jake was right beside you, his presence impossible to ignore. He was fast, maybe even faster than you’d expected, but you weren’t about to let him beat you. Not today.

The Snitch zigzagged in front of you, leading you on a dizzying chase, but you kept your eyes locked on it, blocking out everything else. Jake’s broom edged closer to yours, the two of you flying so close you could almost feel the heat of his body next to yours.

“Not bad, Y/N,” Jake called out, his voice laced with amusement. “But I’ve got this.”

You clenched your jaw, refusing to be distracted. “We’ll see about that.”

In that split second, the Snitch made a sharp turn, darting toward the opposite end of the pitch. You reacted instantly, pulling your broom into a steep dive. Jake followed, the two of you plummeting toward the ground at breakneck speed. The crowd gasped, but you didn’t hear it. All you could hear was the wind rushing past your ears and the pounding of your heart in your chest.

The Snitch was just out of reach now, taunting you as it danced in the air. You reached out, fingers brushing against the cold metal wings, but just as you were about to close your hand around it, Jake’s broom nudged yours, ever so slightly. It wasn’t enough to throw you off completely, but it was enough to make you miss.

“Dammit!” you hissed under your breath, shooting Jake a glare as he grinned at you.

“Gotta be quicker than that,” he teased, his voice light and playful.

You didn’t respond, your focus already back on the Snitch. It darted up again, back toward the clouds, and you followed, Jake right on your tail. This time, though, you didn’t hold back. You pushed yourself harder, faster, the familiar burn of effort spreading through your muscles as you leaned into the speed.

Jake was good—maybe even as good as you—but this was your game, your win. You weren’t going to let him take this from you.

The Snitch hovered just ahead, and with one final burst of speed, you reached out, your fingers closing around the cool, fluttering metal.

The whistle blew, signaling the end of the match, and the roar of the crowd hit you all at once, louder than ever. You barely registered it, your chest heaving as you clutched the Snitch in your hand, the golden wings still fluttering feebly against your palm.

You won.

As you landed, your teammates swarmed you, cheering and shouting in celebration. You barely had time to catch your breath before someone threw their arms around you, congratulating you on another victory. But through the chaos, your eyes found Jake, still hovering in the air, watching you with a mixture of disappointment and… admiration?

He flew down to meet you, dismounting his broom with that same easy grace he always had. Despite the loss, there was no malice in his eyes. In fact, he looked impressed.

“Well played, Y/N,” Jake said as he approached, his tone light, but there was a hint of something else in his voice—respect, maybe. Or something more.

“You weren’t so bad yourself,” you replied, unable to resist the smile pulling at your lips.

Jake grinned, his dark eyes glinting with that familiar playful edge. “Guess I owe you a butterbeer then, huh?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Guess so.”

For a moment, the world around you seemed to fade. The crowd, the cheers, the match—it all became background noise as you stood there with Jake, the tension between you no longer just competitive but something else entirely.

“Next time, though,” Jake said, stepping closer, “I’m not going easy on you.”

Your heart skipped a beat at the closeness, the subtle challenge in his voice. “You think today was easy?” you shot back, raising an eyebrow.

Jake’s grin widened. “Maybe a little.” Then, with a wink, he turned and walked away, leaving you standing there, the Snitch still in your hand and your heart racing in a way that had nothing to do with the match.

Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad after all, you thought, watching him disappear into the crowd.

☆

In the days following the match, the chatter around the school only intensified. The usual post-game buzz had, of course, shifted—sure, people still talked about how you caught the Snitch in record time, securing the win for your house, but more and more of the gossip was about you and Jake.

It was as if your rivalry had evolved into something far more entertaining for everyone. The whispers were relentless: Y/N and Jake? Power couple of the year! Did you see how he was looking at her? I bet they're together already!

At first, you brushed it off. You had no intention of letting a few baseless rumors bother you. You and Jake were just… well, rivals. Nothing more. But the more you ignored it, the bolder Jake seemed to become. And soon, it was impossible to deny that he was aware of the gossip, and what’s worse—he was leaning into it.

Jake was everywhere. Between classes, in the corridors, during meals in the Great Hall, and even after Quidditch practice, he found a way to insert himself into your day. At first, it was subtle—catching your eye from across the room, a quick smirk, or a teasing comment thrown your way as he walked past. But it quickly escalated. He was more flirty, more playful, and bolder with each passing day.

One afternoon, you were sitting in the library, attempting to study for your next Transfiguration exam. The room was quiet, students scattered at various tables, all hunched over books and parchment. You were deep in your notes when, out of nowhere, a familiar voice broke the silence.

“Studying hard, I see.”

You didn’t even have to look up to know who it was. Jake slid into the chair across from you, his usual easy grin plastered on his face, like he had all the time in the world.

“Do you mind?” you asked, half-annoyed but unable to hide the faint smile tugging at your lips. “Some of us actually have exams to prepare for.”

Jake leaned back in his chair, completely unbothered. “You’re always so focused. Thought I’d give you a break.” He glanced at your open textbook, then back at you. “You could use one.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the way your heart sped up just a little. He was getting too comfortable around you, and the worst part was that you didn’t entirely hate it. “I don’t need a break, Jake. I need to pass this exam.”

“C’mon,” he said, leaning forward on his elbows, his gaze locking with yours. “Even the best need a breather now and then.”

It wasn’t just his words—it was the way he was looking at you, his eyes sharp yet playful, like he knew exactly what he was doing. He was more than just friendly now. There was a boldness in his tone, a clear intent behind his actions, and you were starting to see it for what it was: he was trying to fit into your life, little by little.

“Jake…” you began, but he cut you off with a grin.

“Don’t tell me you haven’t heard the rumors,” he said, his voice low, as if sharing a secret. “About us.”

You blinked, momentarily thrown off by his directness. “Of course I’ve heard them,” you muttered, pretending to go back to your notes. “It’s all anyone talks about.”

“And?” he pressed, leaning in even closer now, his face inches from yours. “What do you think?”

You didn’t want to admit that you had thought about it. That his constant presence had started to get under your skin in a way that wasn’t entirely unwelcome. But admitting that to Jake? No chance.

“I think people are bored and have nothing better to do,” you said, trying to sound nonchalant, but the warmth in your cheeks betrayed you.

Jake chuckled, clearly not buying your dismissal. “You sure? Because I’ve got to say, I think we’d make a pretty great power couple. I mean, we’ve already got the whole rivalry thing going. We’d keep it interesting.”

You shook your head, but you were smiling now. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Maybe,” he said, grinning wider, “but you’re still smiling.”

It was hard to ignore how much effort he was putting into this—into you. He wasn’t just teasing for the sake of it anymore. He was showing up, paying attention, and it felt like he was pushing his way into your already busy, complicated life. At first, it unnerved you, but the more he did it, the harder it became to deny that a part of you didn’t mind the attention. Maybe, just maybe, you even liked it.

Everywhere you went, Jake was there—whether it was to walk you to class, offer you a cheeky remark about the rumors, or even just sit beside you during meals, stealing your food off your plate like it was the most natural thing in the world.

The thing was, he wasn’t just some overconfident Quidditch player trying to get under your skin. He was genuinely fun to be around, and despite your best efforts to keep things professional and competitive, you found yourself laughing more around him, smiling without even realizing it.

One evening after practice, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the sky turned a brilliant shade of orange and pink, Jake caught up with you again, jogging lightly to match your pace as you walked back toward the castle.

“You know,” he said, his voice casual, “I could help you with that Transfiguration exam. I’m pretty good with theory.”

You gave him a sidelong glance, raising an eyebrow. “You? Study?”

“Don’t act so surprised,” he teased, grinning. “I’m not just a pretty face, you know.”

You snorted. “Yeah, okay. What’s the catch?”

Jake paused for a moment, pretending to think before flashing you a charming smile. “No catch. Just thought it might be fun to spend more time together. You know, if we’re going to be Hogwarts’ favorite couple, we should probably get used to each other.”

There it was again—bold, playful, and completely unafraid of pushing the boundary between friendly banter and something more. And as much as you wanted to push him away, to keep things strictly about Quidditch and school, you found yourself softening toward him.

“Alright, Sim,” you said, shaking your head but smiling despite yourself. “You want to help me study? Let’s see what you’ve got.”

Jake’s smile grew wider, and as you walked side by side toward the castle.

☆

The day of the next match arrived, but this time, you weren’t nervous. In fact, you were almost bored by the prospect. The other team had a seeker you’d gone up against more than once before. He was good, decent even, but he had one glaring weakness: his ridiculous crush on you.

You didn’t mind using it to your advantage. Quidditch wasn’t about feelings; it was about strategy, speed, and focus. And it wasn’t your fault if their seeker couldn’t keep his eyes on the Snitch instead of on you.

The morning was crisp as you made your way to the pitch, your Firebolt slung over your shoulder. Your teammates were buzzing with excitement, as usual, but you were unusually calm. Victory felt like a foregone conclusion.

As you arrived on the pitch, you saw him across the field, already in his gear, stealing glances at you when he thought you weren’t looking. You suppressed an eye roll. He was hopeless. He’d never even worked up the courage to ask you out, not that it would’ve mattered. You weren’t interested. He wasn’t your type at all—too much of a show-off, too self-absorbed in his image. You couldn’t stand the way he talked big but couldn’t back it up.

Jake, on the other hand… well, that was a different story. But now wasn’t the time to get distracted.

As you mounted your broom, you locked eyes with the other seeker. His face immediately turned red, and he looked away, fiddling nervously with his gloves. You smirked. This was going to be easier than you thought.

The whistle blew, and you shot into the air, the wind rushing past your face. The familiar feeling of freedom took over as you soared higher, scanning the sky for any sign of the Snitch. Below, the Chasers were already battling it out for the Quaffle, but you paid them no mind. Your eyes darted around the pitch, searching for that telltale glint of gold.

From the corner of your eye, you could see the other seeker trailing behind you, his focus split between you and the Snitch. You smirked to yourself. He was already distracted, and the game had barely started.

Moments passed, and your team had already secured an early lead. You weren’t even concerned about the score, though. Your only focus was the Snitch, and you knew the rest would fall into place.

It wasn’t long before you spotted it—a flash of gold hovering just below the goalposts. You leaned forward, your Firebolt responding instantly as you sped toward it. The other seeker noticed you moving and hurried to follow, but you could tell his heart wasn’t fully in it. He was already hesitating, probably wondering what you were thinking, whether you’d noticed him looking at you earlier.

Typical.

You made a sharp dive, pulling him with you, then shot upward at the last second. He followed, but slower, distracted by the proximity. As he closed in, you glanced back, locking eyes with him for just a second. It was all the distraction you needed.

He slowed, his focus slipping for just a moment as he looked at you, probably trying to figure out what you were about to do. You saw the doubt flicker in his eyes, and that was all it took.

With a sharp turn, you dove again, this time for real. The Snitch was right there, dancing just out of reach, but your hand was steady as you reached out, fingers closing around the cool metal. The crowd erupted in cheers, but you barely heard them. The win was as certain as you’d expected.

You descended back to the pitch, the Snitch clenched in your fist as your teammates swarmed around you, congratulating you on yet another victory. You hardly broke a sweat.

As you dismounted your broom, you glanced back at the seeker. He was still hovering in the air, looking sheepish, as if he knew exactly how badly he’d been played. He didn’t even bother to come down to shake hands with you. Not that you cared—he was the type to hide behind his bravado, all talk and no substance. He wasn’t the kind of guy you’d ever be interested in.

You were about to leave the pitch when you felt a presence beside you. Jake, of course. He grinned, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he glanced up at the seeker. “You’ve really got that guy wrapped around your finger, don’t you?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “It’s not my fault he can’t focus.”

Jake raised an eyebrow, his expression playful. “I don’t know. Something tells me you enjoy it a little too much.”

“Maybe,” you admitted, smirking. “But a win’s a win.”

Jake chuckled, his gaze lingering on you for just a moment longer than usual. “Remind me never to fall for one of your tricks, then.”

You shot him a sideways glance. “Who says you haven’t already?”

The words slipped out before you could stop them, and for a moment, Jake looked genuinely caught off guard. Then, he grinned that familiar, cocky grin of his. “Touché,” he said, giving you a wink before walking off toward his teammates.

You watched him go, a strange warmth blooming in your chest. Maybe you had a point. Jake was smart—he wouldn’t get distracted the way the seeker did. But you couldn’t help wondering if, in some way, he was already playing the same game you were.

And just maybe, you were starting to enjoy it.

The next day, as you made your way through the crowded corridors of Hogwarts, the last thing you expected was to be stopped by the seeker from the previous match. He stepped right in front of you, forcing you to halt abruptly.

"Can I help you?" you asked, already annoyed by his presence.

"Yeah, you can," he said, a smug grin spreading across his face. "With going out with me tomorrow." His tone wasn’t one of polite suggestion—it was a command.

You rolled your eyes, not bothering to hide your disgust. "I'm not interested."

His grin faltered, and you could see the beginnings of anger flash across his face. "What are you talking about? Who would reject me?" His voice was rising, drawing more attention from the surrounding students.

"I would," you said flatly, folding your arms across your chest. "In a million lifetimes."

His face twisted in disbelief. "You can't reject me! Look at me! I'm the best seeker there is!" His voice was now loud enough to echo through the hall.

You were about to fire back when, suddenly, someone wrapped their arms around your waist from behind, pulling you close. Instinctively, you tensed, ready to push them off, until you heard the familiar voice.

"Didn't you hear, you oaf? She said no. Now piss off," Jake said, his tone casual but edged with a sharpness that made the surrounding crowd quiet down.

You relaxed slightly, realizing it was Jake who had pulled you into this unexpected embrace. His arms were secure around you, his chin resting just above your head as he glared at the seeker from over your shoulder. His hold on you felt possessive, but protective at the same time, a sharp contrast to the arrogant and demanding tone of the guy in front of you.

The seeker blinked, seemingly unable to process what was happening. "Huh?"

"Are you deaf?" Jake said, louder this time. "The lady said no. Now back off."

You could hear the whispers from the students gathered around. All eyes were on the three of you. It was impossible not to notice how the situation had escalated into a full-on spectacle. Part of you was growing more irritated by the attention. Where were the teachers when you needed them? You’d even take Filch showing up right now, just to diffuse this ridiculous situation.

Just as it seemed like the seeker was about to snap, you heard the clipped, authoritative voice of Professor McGonagall approaching from behind the crowd. "What is going on here?" she demanded.

Jake’s arms didn’t loosen around you as he answered smoothly. "Allow me to explain, Professor. We were all on our way to class when this student decided it would be appropriate to bother Y/N, despite her repeatedly saying no."

McGonagall’s stern gaze flicked to the seeker, who looked as if he was about to argue. "That’s not—"

But before he could defend himself, a chorus of voices from the gathered students confirmed Jake’s version of events. McGonagall didn’t need any more convincing.

"Twenty points from your house Mr. Cogsworth for improper behavior," she snapped, her eyes narrowing at the boy. "And detention, I think, would be appropriate. Now, to your classes, all of you!"

The crowd quickly dispersed, leaving you standing there with Jake still holding you. You let out a deep breath, the tension slowly draining from your body now that it was over. You glanced up at Jake, who finally loosened his grip, though his arm lingered around your waist.

"Thank you," you said, looking up at him. There was a mixture of relief and genuine gratitude in your voice.

Jake smiled down at you, the sharpness in his expression softening. "No problem," he replied casually, but his eyes held something else—something more than just friendliness.

You stood there for a moment, the two of you alone as the hallway emptied out, the echoes of whispers still faint in the distance. The rumors about you and Jake were only going to get worse after this, and somehow, you didn’t care as much as you thought you would.

Jake finally let go, but not before shooting you a playful smirk. "Seems like I keep showing up just in time, don’t I?"

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your lips. "Maybe, but you didn’t have to be so dramatic about it."

He shrugged, stepping back slightly. "What can I say? I’m just trying to protect my favorite rival."

With that, he turned and started walking away, throwing you one last glance over his shoulder. "See you later, Y/N."

As you watched him go, you couldn’t help but shake your head, a mixture of exasperation and something else you didn’t want to admit filling your chest. Maybe Jake Sim was becoming more than just your rival.

☆

You were browsing through the shelves of the little bookshop in Hogsmeade, your arms full of books. A couple of Quidditch guides and strategy manuals were stacked in your arms, but hidden beneath them, tucked away, was a muggle romance novel. You felt a little embarrassed by the thought of anyone catching you with it.

Your eyes landed on a book at the very top shelf that you really wanted. It was out of reach, but you weren’t one to back down from a challenge. You were just about to climb the shelf or grab your wand when a hand appeared from behind you and plucked the book from its place.

"Here you go," the guy said, handing it to you. You turned, surprised.

"Thank you," you muttered, taking the book and preparing to move on.

"No problem, Y/N," he replied, and you stilled. Great, another one who knew you from Quidditch. "I saw your latest match. You were so fast, I could barely keep my eyes on you!"

You forced a polite smile. "Thanks."

But he wasn’t finished. "How did you get so good?" he asked, leaning an arm against the shelf and looking down at you with a smirk that made your skin crawl.

Red flags were already popping up. His posture was way too close, his voice far too familiar for your liking.

"Practice," you answered shortly, hoping he’d take the hint and leave.

Instead, he kept talking, throwing more questions at you, trying to get you to open up. But the way he loomed over you, the casual smirk, the way he moved closer with every word—it all set off alarm bells in your head. You weren’t digging this. At all.

Then, with a sleazy grin, he leaned in even closer and asked, "Hey, you aren’t really dating Sim Jaeyun, are you? ‘Cause I can give you a much better ride."

The comment sent a wave of disgust through you.

You glared at him, stepping back. "I think you better back up now."

"Come on, dollface," he said, his tone greasy, as he reached for your arm.

Before you could react, he grabbed your wrist with a force that made you drop all the books in your hands, scattering them across the floor. His grip was too tight, almost painful, and you tugged at your wrist, trying to break free. "Let me go!" you snapped, slapping him hard across the face.

The slap worked—he released you and grabbed at his face, shocked. You quickly stepped backward, your heart racing, only to bump into something solid behind you.

“What the fuck is going on here?” a familiar voice said, cold and sharp. You turned and saw Jake standing right behind you, holding a box of candy in one hand, his face twisted into a look of pure fury.

The guy who had grabbed you looked stunned, but Jake wasn’t giving him an inch. Without saying a word, Jake stepped in front of you, placing himself between you and the creep. His body language was all protective, his usual playful demeanor replaced by a deadly seriousness.

"Nothing. Nothing," the guy stammered, raising his hands defensively.

Jake’s eyes narrowed, his voice dripping with disdain. "Didn’t seem like nothing to me."

The tension in the air was palpable, and you didn’t wait for the situation to escalate further. You knew Jake could handle himself—and handle him—so without another word, you fled out of the shop, your heart pounding.

Once outside, you took in a deep breath, trying to calm yourself. You had never been in a situation like that before, and the reality of how easily it could have gone worse made your hands tremble slightly.

After a few minutes of pacing outside the shop, you saw Jake emerge, his expression calm but his eyes still stormy. He caught sight of you and immediately walked over.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice softer now, his concern genuine.

You nodded, swallowing hard. "Yeah. Thanks for stepping in."

"Anytime," Jake said, his anger melting into a more familiar, reassuring smile. "Though I have to say, you did a pretty good job of handling him on your own."

You managed a weak laugh, the adrenaline still running through your veins. "Yeah, thanks,"

You noticed how Jake was carrying your stack of books in his arms, as he casually held them out to you. "Here," he said, his voice laced with a teasing undertone. "All taken care of. You don't owe a thing."

You blinked in surprise, reaching out to take the books from him. "Wait—what do you mean 'taken care of'?"

Jake's grin only widened. "I paid for them. You looked like you had enough to deal with already, so I figured I’d save you the trouble."

You opened your mouth to protest, but before you could say anything, his eyes dropped to the bottom of the stack, where your muggle romance novel was now in plain view. "Oh, and this," he said, tapping the cover of the book with a playful smirk, "is interesting. Didn’t think you were the type."

You flushed, "Jake," you warned, narrowing your eyes.

"What? I’m not judging!" he said, laughing. "In fact, I think it’s great. A little break from Quidditch and all the pressure, right?"

"Yeah, well, I didn’t exactly want everyone to know I’m reading stuff like this."

Jake tilted his head, giving you an easy smile. "Everyone? Nah, just me. And like I said, your secret’s safe."

You couldn’t help but smile back, even though you were still a little mortified. "Thanks. Really, though, you didn’t have to pay for the books. I could’ve handled it."

Jake shrugged casually. "I know, but consider it a thank you. For not letting that guy get away with being a complete prat." He winked, and his teasing tone faded into something a little softer. "And for letting me help."

"Well," you said, shifting the weight of the books in your arms, "thanks for that too. I’m glad you were there."

Jake’s grin returned, lighter this time. "Anytime. Though next time, maybe we’ll run into each other under less dramatic circumstances."

"Yeah, maybe," you said, chuckling.

He gave you a playful salute before stepping back. "See you later, Y/N."

As you watched him walk away, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself. Maybe this whole "Jake inserting himself into your life" thing wasn’t as bad as you once thought.

☆

Another match against Gryffindor was electric. The tension had been building for weeks, whispers of the rematch filling the halls of Hogwarts. You and Jake had exchanged some playful banter leading up to it, but today, all that was out the window. You were focused, adrenaline pumping through your veins as you soared through the sky, scanning for the Golden Snitch.

Jake was right beside you, keeping pace as you both zoomed across the pitch. He was good—really good—but you had the edge. You always did. Your broom, your trusty Firebolt, had never let you down. It had carried you to victory time and time again, and today would be no different.

Or so you thought.

Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted the Snitch glinting in the sunlight. Jake saw it at the same time, and the two of you surged forward, neck and neck. The wind whipped around you, and the crowd was roaring, but all you could hear was the sound of your heartbeat, faster and faster, as you reached out—

And then, everything went wrong.

Your broom, the one that had never failed you before, suddenly jolted beneath you, veering sharply to the side. You tried to correct it, but it was like the broom had a mind of its own, pulling you upward in a violent arc. Panic shot through you as you fought to regain control, but nothing worked. The broom spasmed wildly, throwing you off balance.

You looked ahead just in time to see Jake catch the Snitch. His face lit up in victory for a split second, but then you saw it—his expression twisted into shock and horror as he realized what was happening to you.

You barely had time to process it before the broom slung you upward and then threw you off, hard and fast. The world became a blur of colors as you plummeted, the wind tearing at your skin, the ground rushing up to meet you. You heard the distant screams of the crowd, but they felt muted, like they were coming from underwater.

Jake’s voice called out to you, but you couldn’t make out the words. You saw him dive toward you, his face full of panic and worry, but he was too far away. Your broom was still flailing wildly in the air, useless now, just a blur of dark wood against the sky.

What the fuck? you thought as the ground got closer and closer.

Then everything went black.

The last thing you saw was Jake, desperately trying to reach you, his eyes wide with fear.

And then, nothing.

☆

When you regained consciousness, the familiar scent of herbs and antiseptics filled your nostrils, grounding you in a reality that felt both comforting and suffocating. Your head throbbed with a relentless ache, and as you blinked against the harsh light of the hospital wing, the room came into focus slowly. There were beds lined up against the walls, the usual sight of students recovering from various injuries, but it all felt distant, like a dream you couldn't quite grasp.

"You're finally awake, darling," Madam Pomfrey exclaimed, rushing toward you with an air of both relief and urgency.

You attempted to sit up, but the hammering pain in your head forced you to reconsider. “How long was I out?” you managed to ask, your voice hoarse.

"Always straight to business. You've been here for three days," she replied, her brow furrowed with concern.

Three whole days. The weight of those words settled heavily on your chest. You nodded slowly, the reality of your situation crashing down on you like a tidal wave. Three days of unconsciousness—three days during which you had lost your first match.

The thought twisted in your gut. You had never experienced loss like this before. Not just a defeat, but the crushing weight of disappointment and failure. You could almost hear the whispers of your classmates echoing in your mind, the pitying glances that would follow you, the questions that would hang in the air like an unwanted specter.

When Madam Pomfrey finally left you alone, the stillness of the room felt oppressive. You knew what had happened, and the shame stung like a physical blow. You had let everyone down. Your father’s dreams for you, your mother’s unwavering support—now you could only imagine their disappointment. You had worked so hard to prove yourself, only to come crashing down like your broom.

As soon as you were released from the hospital wing, you pulled your hood up to hide your face, a futile attempt to shield yourself from the world as you made your way back to your dorm. Luckily, none of your roommates were around. The silence of the empty room was deafening.

Standing there, the reality of it all settled in, and an overwhelming surge of anger bubbled to the surface. Your eyes fell on your Firebolt, lying innocently by your bed, and you felt a rush of heat flood your chest. With a growl of frustration, you charged at it, fists flying. You didn’t stop until the broom lay in shattered pieces on the floor, splintered wood and bristles scattered around you. You didn’t even notice the tears streaming down your face, blurring your vision as you destroyed what had once been your most trusted companion.

Once the adrenaline faded and you stood surrounded by the wreckage, an icy emptiness filled the space where your fury had been. You felt hollow, as if all the light had been sucked out of you. Nothing mattered anymore. You didn’t matter.

Your perfect streak was done, and you were left with the aching void of your loss. A part of you craved the comfort of knowing you had once been a top Seeker, the recognition that came with it. But that part was overshadowed by the deep sense of shame that gnawed at your insides.

You sank to the floor amidst the wreckage of your Firebolt, the weight of your emotions crashing down on you. You were lost, and no matter how hard you tried to shake off the defeat, it lingered like a shadow, refusing to let you forget.

The days that followed were a blur of isolation and despair. You remained locked in your dorm room, cocooned in your bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. The world outside continued on, but inside, you felt like time had stopped.

When your friends had found you in a wreck, hair unkempt and eyes hollow, they didn’t hesitate to rush to your side, enveloping you in warmth and reassurance.

“It’s okay, Y/N,” one of them whispered, brushing your hair back from your forehead. “We’re here for you.”

You let them fuss over you for a while, grateful for their kindness. They brought you food and work, insisting you wouldn’t fall behind, but the offerings went untouched. You kept repeating that you weren’t hungry, ignoring the insistent rumble in your stomach until it finally fell silent, mirroring the emptiness you felt inside.

Your thoughts spiraled, a black cloud forming that consumed every rational thought, every flicker of happiness. The weight of your failure pressed down on you like a heavy blanket, suffocating and relentless. You lay in bed, staring into the dark corners of your mind, haunted by the faces of your teammates, your friends, your parents. The letters from your father piled up on your desk, one of them a howler you had the instinct to burn. You didn’t dare touch them, couldn’t bear the idea of facing their disappointment.

But what hurt most was Jake.

You learned from your friends that he had tried numerous times to reach you, sending notes and letters either through them or owls that perched patiently on your windowsill, waiting for a response that never came. Each time you saw an owl, your heart twisted painfully in your chest. You couldn't face him now—not after what had happened. You felt so far away from the confident Seeker he knew, so unworthy of his concern.

Even now, in your darkest moments, the thought of Jake stirred something within you—a bittersweet ache that reminded you of all the laughter you had shared, the playful banter that had ignited a spark you couldn’t fully understand. But you had buried it all under layers of guilt and shame, afraid of the emptiness that filled the void where joy used to be.

As the days dragged on, the loneliness became unbearable. You lay there in silence, feeling like a ghost in your own life, memories of flying high above the pitch a distant dream. You longed for the adrenaline of the chase, the thrill of the game, the camaraderie of your teammates—but all of that felt irretrievable now, lost in the wake of your loss.

One particularly heavy night, after a long day of tossing and turning, you finally glanced at the stack of letters. The ache in your heart swelled painfully, and the tears you thought you had dried up began to flow again. You could feel it deep in your bones: something was missing, a connection that had once brought you comfort now overshadowed by your own turmoil.

With a shaking breath, you grabbed one of the letters from the pile and held it in your trembling hands, wondering if perhaps reading it could provide some semblance of clarity. Would it bring you closer to understanding the man who had become such an integral part of your life, or would it drive you further into despair? Either way, you knew you couldn’t keep running from it forever.

With trembling hands, you carefully unfolded the first letter, the familiar scrawl of Jake’s handwriting making your heart flutter unexpectedly. You had avoided these for so long, but now, curiosity and desperation pushed you to read his words.

"Dear Y/N," it began, and you felt a rush of warmth just from those simple words.

He started with a confession: how, before he even joined the Quidditch team, he had watched you from afar during your matches, admiring the way you glided through the air with a confidence that seemed untouchable. “You probably didn’t even notice me,” he wrote, “but I noticed everything. The way you would tuck your hair behind your ear when you were focused, how you always managed to smile even after a tough practice. It was like you carried this light with you that drew everyone in, including me.”

You felt a small smile tug at your lips, the memory of those moments flickering in your mind. You had always thought of yourself as just another player, but Jake’s words painted a picture of someone extraordinary, someone worth looking up to.

As you continued reading, you found a list of all the things he loved about you—your determination, your laughter, the way you cared for your teammates, and even the silly little quirks you thought no one noticed. “I was so proud of you every time you won a match,” he wrote. “You were incredible out there, and I’d feel like the luckiest guy alive just to share the same pitch with you.”

A laugh escaped your lips, mingling with the tears that began to fall. Each line felt like a balm to your aching heart. He described how elated he felt when you acknowledged him, when you teased him back during practice or shared a joke. “It’s the little moments with you that make my heart race,” he admitted. “You bring so much joy into my life.”

Then, he turned to the day you met in the tent. As you read his recollection of that moment, your heart swelled. “Seeing you up close was surreal. You were so beautiful and strong, and I couldn’t help but feel like I was in the presence of someone untouchable,” he wrote. “I wanted to be there for you, to protect you, to make you smile.”

His words deepened the ache within you, and you wiped your eyes, unable to suppress a smile at how vulnerable he had been, pouring his heart onto the page. You could almost hear his voice in your mind, the way he always managed to lighten the mood even when things were tough.

And then came the heart-stopping confession. “I’ve fallen in love with you,” he wrote, plain and simple, yet each word carried the weight of a thousand emotions. “Everything about you captivates me. I want to hold you close, to listen to your worries, to be your safe space. I want to kiss you and tell you that you’re not alone. I want to be yours, and I want you to be mine—now and always.”

You gasped, your breath hitching in your throat as the tears streamed down your cheeks. Each word felt like a ray of light piercing through the dark cloud that had consumed you for so long. You hadn’t realized just how deeply you had longed for his affection, for the acknowledgment that you were loved not just for your skills but for who you truly were.

The more you read, the more you felt that heavy weight lifting, the suffocating darkness that had surrounded you beginning to dissolve with every heartfelt sentence. He spoke of dreams, of a future where you would support each other, and your heart swelled at the thought of being with him.

“Wouldn’t it be amazing to share everything together? To laugh, to explore, to just be?” he wrote. “You inspire me every single day, and I can’t help but hope you feel the same way about me.”

By the time you reached the final lines of the last letter, you were full-on crying, but it was a different kind of sorrow—one filled with hope and healing. Jake’s words wrapped around you like a comforting embrace, pushing away the shadows that had lingered for too long.

You carefully placed the letters down, your heart racing. In that moment, you realized that despite the pain of the last few days, there was a light at the end of the tunnel.

Your cries echoed softly in the quiet of your dorm room, breaking the silence of the night. It didn’t take long for your roommates to stir, their sleepy voices filled with concern.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” one of them called out, their voice laced with worry.

You quickly wiped your tears, feeling a mix of embarrassment and gratitude. “I—I’m fine,” you stammered, but the tremor in your voice gave you away.

The sound of shuffling feet and rustling blankets filled the room as your dormmates rushed to your side. Before you could protest, they enveloped you in a tight hug, their warmth wrapping around you like a protective cocoon. “You’re not fine,” another friend said softly. “You don’t have to go through this alone.”

The comfort of their presence broke through the walls you had built around yourself. You felt the weight of your emotions pouring out again, and the hugs grew tighter, reassuring. “We’re here for you, no matter what,” one of them whispered, gently rubbing your back as you finally let go, tears flowing freely.

After a while, they pulled back, exchanging glances that spoke of solidarity and understanding. “We need a sleepover,” one of your friends declared, a determined glint in her eyes. “Let’s put the mattresses on the floor!”

The idea sparked a flicker of joy within you, and you managed a small smile as they sprang into action. Within moments, the room was transformed; mattresses were dragged from beds and tossed onto the floor, creating a cozy nest of blankets and pillows.

Once settled, your friends nestled around you, forming a protective circle. Laughter bubbled up as they shared stories and silly jokes, their lightheartedness gradually lifting the heaviness in the air.

As the night deepened, you felt safe enough to share what you had read in Jake’s letters. Your friends listened intently, gasping at the sweet things he had said and offering support and encouragement. “He sounds amazing!” one of them exclaimed. “You deserve to be with someone who admires you like that!”

As time went on, the laughter faded into soft murmurs and sleepy giggles, and eventually, the room fell quiet. You nestled in among your friends, feeling a profound sense of belonging.

And as you drifted off to sleep, you felt a sense of clarity emerging from the shadows.

☆

The morning light filtered through the grand hall as you entered with your friends, a protective circle surrounding you. You could feel the stares and whispers prickling against your skin like static electricity. It was a strange sensation, having once been the center of attention for your accomplishments, only to now be the subject of hushed conversations about your recent loss.

You kept your chin up, forcing yourself to focus on the tables lined with food rather than the scrutinizing gazes. It was then that you spotted Jake at the Gryffindor table. His usual aura of energy was dimmed, replaced by a look of sadness that tugged at your heart. You didn’t want him to feel guilty for something that was beyond his control.

But as if sensing your gaze, he looked up, and the moment his eyes met yours, his face transformed. The shadow of despair faded away, replaced by the familiar brightness that made your heart flutter. He practically leaped to his feet, stumbling slightly as he rushed toward you.

Your friends parted to make way, allowing him to reach you with ease. He skidded to a halt, concern etched on his features. “Y/N? Are you… are you okay?” His voice was laced with genuine worry, and you couldn’t help but soften at the sight of him.

You offered a small, reassuring smile. “Getting better,” you replied, hoping to ease his fears.

But then you noticed a flicker of guilt cross his face, and he spoke quickly. “I’m sorry… I didn’t… I thought you would get the Snitch before me, but—”

Before he could finish, you stepped forward and wrapped your arms around him, feeling the warmth radiate from his body. To your surprise, he embraced you tightly, grounding you both in the moment. “I read your letters,” you whispered in his ear, and you could feel him stiffen slightly at your admission.

When you pulled back, you saw shock reflected in his eyes, but also something deeper—relief, perhaps. “Meet me at the pitch after school,” you told him, your heart racing at the prospect.

Jake nodded, his expression softening as you turned to head toward the table where your friends were already dishing up breakfast.

As you filled your plate, thoughts of the previous match flickered through your mind. You had learned that your broom had been bewitched to ensure your loss, a cruel trick played by those who had been jealous of your success. The news had spread quickly, and while you felt relieved to know it hadn’t been your fault, the image of your shattered Firebolt lingered in your mind, a painful reminder of your previous frustration.

You glanced around the hall, catching snippets of conversations. Some students were already arguing over the validity of the match. “It was a foul! They should give them a rematch!” one voice exclaimed from across the hall. Another chimed in, “A loss is a loss. Get over it!”

But in that moment, you realized something profound: you didn’t really care about the opinions swirling around you. Not right now.

Instead, your focus remained on Jake.

After the final class of the day, anticipation coursed through you as you made your way down to the Quidditch pitch. The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden hue across the grass and making the stands look almost ethereal. As you approached, you spotted Jake standing by the edge of the pitch, his hands shoved deep in his pockets, gazing off into the distance.

He turned at the sound of your footsteps, and a bright smile broke across his face, illuminating the waning daylight. “Y/N!” he called out, a rush of energy infusing his voice. You couldn’t help but smile back, feeling the warmth spread in your chest as you closed the distance between you.

“Hey,” you replied, your voice softer than usual. You were suddenly acutely aware of how close he was, the way the fading sunlight highlighted the contours of his face, the way his dark hair fell slightly over his forehead.

“I was worried you wouldn’t come,” he admitted, scratching the back of his neck, a hint of vulnerability slipping through his bravado. “I thought maybe after everything, you’d want to avoid me.”

You shook your head, stepping closer. “Never. I needed to talk to you.”

His expression shifted, curiosity flashing in his eyes. “About what?”

You took a deep breath, the words suddenly feeling heavy on your tongue. “About us… and everything that’s happened.”

Jake’s gaze softened, and he nodded. “Okay. Let’s talk.”

You both settled down on the grass, the cool blades tickling your fingers as you fidgeted with them. “I’ve been thinking a lot about what you wrote in your letters,” you began, your voice steady despite the nervous flutter in your stomach. “About how you’ve admired me from afar… how you’ve always been there for me.”

Jake leaned closer, his expression earnest. “It’s true. I never thought I could feel so strongly for someone. You inspire me, Y/N. Watching you play, seeing your determination—it’s incredible. You’re incredible.”

Your heart raced at his words, each one wrapping around you like a warm embrace. “I didn’t realize how much I needed that support until you were there,” you admitted. “When I lost that match, it felt like everything I’d worked for had crumbled. But reading your letters… it brought me back to life.”

Jake’s eyes held yours, full of understanding. “I just wanted you to know that you’re not alone in this. You don’t have to be perfect. You’re allowed to fall and feel weak sometimes. But I’ll always be here to catch you.”

A lump formed in your throat, and you took a moment to collect yourself. “And I want to be there for you too. You mean so much to me, Jake. More than I ever thought I’d allow myself to feel for anyone.”

His smile widened, and the tension between you seemed to melt away. “So… what are we? I mean, I don’t want to assume, but I want you to know that I’m all in, if you are.”

Your heart raced, a rush of warmth flooding your cheeks. “I’m all in too,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve felt this connection between us for a while now, but I was too afraid to acknowledge it. But now… I want to explore this with you, to see where it can lead.”

Jake’s expression turned serious, the playful glimmer in his eyes replaced by deep sincerity. “Then let’s be honest with each other, no more hiding our feelings. I really like you, Y/N. Like, a lot. You’ve become such an important part of my life.”

Before you could respond, Jake leaned in closer, brushing his lips against yours softly, almost hesitantly, as if testing the waters. You melted into the kiss, feeling a rush of warmth that spread throughout your entire body. It was sweet and gentle, filled with a promise of more to come.

When you both pulled back, breathless and smiling, Jake took a moment to admire you, his eyes sparkling with affection. “Can I kiss you again?” he asked, his voice low.

You nodded, feeling emboldened. This time, he leaned in deeper, his lips moving against yours with a more confident rhythm. You responded eagerly, losing yourself in the sensation of his touch, the way he held you gently yet firmly. It was as if the world around you faded away, leaving just the two of you in your own little universe.

When you finally broke apart again, you rested your forehead against his, both of you gasping for air. “Wow,” you murmured, your heart racing.

“Wow indeed,” Jake replied, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. “I could get used to this.”

You laughed, the sound bubbling up from your chest, feeling lighter than you had in days. “Me too.”

“Then let’s make a deal,” he said, his voice suddenly serious again. “No more holding back. We face everything together, starting from now. Whether it’s Quidditch, school, or whatever else life throws at us. Deal?”

“Deal,” you agreed, your heart swelling with affection and excitement.

Jake stood up, extending his hand to help you rise from the grass. You took it, feeling the warmth of his grip envelop your fingers, and he pulled you to your feet with a gentle tug. “I still think I owe you a Butterbeer, don’t I?” he said, a playful glint in his eyes as he started walking alongside you.

“You do,” you replied, smiling back at him, warmth flooding your cheeks as you felt the lingering thrill of your earlier conversation.

As you walked back toward the castle, the setting sun painted the sky in hues of orange and pink, casting a golden glow over everything. Jake leaned closer, planting a soft kiss on the top of your head. The gesture was sweet and tender, and you couldn’t help but lean into him slightly, relishing the warmth of his presence.

“So, what’s next for you, Quidditch superstar?” he asked, his tone teasing yet sincere.

You chuckled, shaking your head. “I still have to get back to practicing. I need to make sure I’m ready for the next match, no matter what broom I’m on.”

Jake nodded, his expression shifting to one of seriousness. “You know I’ll be there to support you, right? And I’ll help you however I can. If you need a practice partner or someone to distract you while you train, I’m your guy.”

“Yeah, I know,” you said, feeling a rush of gratitude. “It means a lot to me that you’re so supportive.”

“Of course! You’re not just a teammate; you’re my… well, I guess you’re my girlfriend now?” He looked at you, a hint of uncertainty in his eyes.

You beamed at him, feeling your heart flutter. “Yeah, I guess I am.”

“Perfect,” he replied, a broad smile breaking across his face. “Then let’s celebrate with that Butterbeer!”

As you and Jake made your way back to the castle, hand in hand, you couldn’t help but notice the mixed reactions from your fellow students. Some people smiled warmly at you, while others congratulated Jake with slaps on the back. A few even slipped coins to each other, clearly settling bets about the two of you ending up together. The sight made you chuckle inwardly; the school was always buzzing with gossip, but this felt oddly charming.

Just then, a chorus of voices began to rise up from the crowd. “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” they chanted, and your heart raced at the unexpected attention. You glanced at Jake, who looked equally amused and a bit bashful.

“Should we?” you asked, a teasing smile playing on your lips.

Jake shrugged, a playful glint in his eyes. “Why not? Let’s give them a show.”

With a sudden burst of confidence, you pulled him down by his tie, closing the distance between you. You pressed your lips against his, and he didn’t hesitate to kiss you back, his hands finding your waist. The warmth of the moment enveloped you both, and the crowd erupted into cheers, whoops, and whistles.

“Only befitting the two fastest seekers ended up together!” someone shouted, and the laughter and applause filled the air around you.

You pulled back slightly, breathless and grinning, your cheeks flushed. Jake’s eyes sparkled with delight, and you could see the pride in his expression. “I think we just gave them what they wanted,” he said, his tone light and teasing.

“Guess we did!” you replied, still feeling the electricity of the kiss.

☆

You had never truly cared for Quidditch. It was just a sport to you. But now, sitting with your fingers intertwined with Jake’s, you began to rethink your earlier stance.

Cause it had brought you Jake.

The way he had defended you in the hallway, how he had always been there for you during your darkest moments, and the way his smile lit up a room had all stemmed from the Quidditch pitch.

“Hey,” Jake said, nudging you with his shoulder, pulling you from your thoughts. “You okay? You look lost in thought.”

You smiled at him, warmth flooding your chest. “I was just thinking about how I never really cared for Quidditch until now.”

His brow furrowed slightly, a playful smirk creeping onto his lips. “Oh really? And what brought about this epiphany?”

“Quidditch is the reason I found you,” you replied softly, your gaze locking onto his.

Jake’s expression softened, and you could see the genuine surprise in his eyes. “You mean that?”

“Yeah,” you admitted, feeling a blush rise to your cheeks. “I never realized how much it connected us, how much it means to me now because of you.”

His smile widened, and you felt your heart flutter as he squeezed your hand tighter. “You’re the best thing to come out of this whole Quidditch mess. I wouldn’t trade it for anything.”

“Let’s make a deal,” Jake said, his eyes sparkling mischievously. “I’ll teach you to love the game if you promise to be there for me every match.”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “Deal."

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𝐅𝐓. OT7 … 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 : none , not proof read , rest undercut

𝐖𝐂. 0.6k … 𝐆. FLUFF

𝐀𝐍. school has rlly taken me for granted, also to ppl who understand arabic I hope you see the lil arabic i used 😔( not me being excited over my broken arabic🧍🏻‍♂️), anyways enjoy. would be rlly appreciated if you can reblog with some feedback and like

i…𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆 : brushes your stray hair behind your ears while you talk to him, hee is a gentleman but don’t let that confuse you, he would do anything to see you all red, a sense of pride? yes most certainly. he noticed that doing so just leaves starstruck and in awe so he does that, honestly to you he seems like a prince doing that even though his motives are not necessarily princely “you look beautiful” also throws his signature smile for extra effect. 

ii…𝐉𝐀𝐘 : wears your initial around his neck so whenever it flashes it leaves you giddy, I mean who wouldn’t be giddy when you have THE jay park wearing your initial and calling himself as your property, he knows what effect it has on you he purposely plays with it when he is around you “how is it?” “it’s pretty jay” makes you compliment the necklace at least 100 times a day.

iii…𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄 : cooks. that’s it, a man who can cook for you is the biggest green flag, husband him up in a heartbeat, his main agenda is cooking for you but also learns cooking so he can impress your family aka getting easy access as son in law “you know you should hurry up and propose to me” he said while serving you his ‘special meal’ he cooked for you “I plan on wifing you up real soon don’t worry” he is shocked but you don’t if its from proposing him real soon or calling him your wife lol.

iv…𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍 : stretches in front of you, makes sure he flexes his biceps, his abs, and then winks at you thinking himself as irresistible, he is but you mostly give him a deadpan look even though you feel you heart beating 120km/h but you try not to inflate his already inflated ego “like what you see” “not really” looks at you in disbelief “yeah keep lying but you can’t deny my handsomeness” “yeah that I can’t” you said because it looked like he would cry any moment 

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♠️off limits: sim jaeyun

part one of the off limits trilogy

pairing: jake x afab!reader word count: 19.6k

synopsis: your older brother has always told you “no boys” and his friends “sister is off limits”, which always worked…until everyone comes back home from college and you see how grown up his best friend has become…

genre: friends to lovers, older brothers best friend!au, forbidden love, eventual smut.

warnings: swearing, masturbating, fingering, reader being called a “bad girl” once, alcohol, blood mentions, sex in a hot tub, unprotective sex, oral (m. receiving), dom!jake, hair pulling, cum eating, MINORS DNI! lemme know if i skipped anything ♡

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a/n: jake is so older brother best friend coded I couldn’t help myself

✰ this is part one to this series, please see the masterlist under the title for parts two-three. ✰

The last thing you expected was your older asking if you were planning to head home during the last bit of your winter break. 

You raised your brow at the texts from your brother, thumbs hovering over the keyboard debating how to let him down easily in the nicest way possible that you rather lounge around in your dorm room in your PJs for the last two weeks.

You sighed and fell back on your bed, “Guess I should start packing then.” 

You knew Jay was right, it’s been roughly a year since the two of you were back at home at the same time. And even when both were at home, one was always going out and never really stayed home. 

Maybe spending the next two weeks at home wasn't such a bad idea. Spend some quality time with your family. 

Or so you thought until you walked into your parents' house with your duffle bag and backpack in your hands staring into the living room and seeing not just your brother, but his three best friends. 

The same three best friends he grew up with who all followed him to the same college after high school graduation. Ones you haven’t seen in like four years. 

You’re only a year younger than your brother and two of the friends while two years younger than the oldest one in their little circle. 

You basically grew up with them as well, since you were just a grade below them. 

They haven’t even noticed you arrived yet. Your parents weren’t even home from their jobs yet. 

The four boys sat on the couch, their hands going a hundred miles per hour on the Nintendo Switch controllers going head to head in smash bros. 

They all started screaming as one took the rest out. 

You dropped your bags to the floor, clearing your throat to show your presence. 

Jay was the first to turn around, his smile growing all the more wider seeing you. Jay dropped the controller onto the coffee table, stepped on the couch, and jumped over the back of it, “Hey stink!” 

You cringe at the nickname he continues to call you even as an adult. He wraps his arms tightly around you, squeezing you. 

You hug your brother back, tapping his back, “Jay, you can let go now.” 

As Jay steps to the side, his three friends fully come into your view, all their eyes on you. 

You tried hard to not drop your jaw at the three of them. 

“Hey, Y/N!” all three of them said in sync. 

Heeseung fully turned his body around, leaning on the back of the couch, “You’ve sure grown up a lot since the last time I saw you.” 

Heeseung stood up, stepping over the couch the same way your brother did, rushing up to you and squeezing you just as tightly. 

Sunghoon was next at your side, pulling you into a small hug, “It’s been what? Like four years?” 

You nodded, “It has been a while, hasn’t it guys?” 

“Jake, what are you doing?” Jay called him, “Come say hi too, don’t be rude.” 

Jake stood from the couch, his eyes locking with yours, and didn’t leave them until he was in front of you, arms stretched out, “Was just saving the best hug for last.” 

You rolled your eyes, wrapping your arms around his waist, “Haven’t changed at all, have ya Jake?” 

He chuckled, his heart beating loudly in your ears as you rested your head on his chest. 

Jake pulled away from you, taking a step back, “I’ve changed!”

Jay scoffed, “Right. We’ll say that.” 

“Most that has changed is your grades are a bit better than high school.” Sunghoon teased, placing a hand on his best friend. 

“Bro,” Jake playfully shoved him, “I’ve grown up a lot!” 

Oh yes, that he did. 

All of them have. It’s only been four years, but each of them has grown up. They went from those nerdy boys you would scrunch your nose at saying they have cooties while holding your index fingers into an x, to the most good-looking men you’ve ever seen. 

Four years feels like it’s been a long time, mostly with how they are in front of you right now. 

You’re brought out of your thoughts, as Jay sets a hand on your shoulder, “Let’s get back to playing Smash Bros and let Y/N rest, she drove longer than we did.”

It was true, you drove three hours to get back home while they only had an hour. You were overdue for a nap. 

Jake waited for you to glance over at Jay before eyeing you up and down. You’ve sure grown up a lot too in the last four years. He was expecting the same girl from all those years ago, oh but he was wrong. 

Jake eyeing you down didn’t go unnoticed by his friends, mostly Jay who was shooting darts into Jake’s soul. 

“Oh also!” You said as you picked up your bags, “How long are you three staying here today?” 

Sunghoon wrapped his arms around Heeseung and Jake’s necks and pulled them in, “We are here the whole two weeks.”

You raised a brow, confused. Of course, they are going to be in town the whole time, “I meant here at the house,” you said pointing your index finger to the floor, “Aren’t you staying with your families while you’re in town?”

Heeseung chuckled, “Nah, we are staying here, that’s what Hoon meant by being here.” 

You glanced at your brother, a smirk on his face, “Nice to know I was told.” You glared at him. 

Jay shrugged, “It was last minute.” 

“We will go see our families, don’t worry,” Sunghoon smiled, “I have to see my little sister, or else she’ll kill me for not coming back home.” 

You glanced between the four of them before deciding it wasn’t worth thinking about at the moment, you needed a nap, “Whatever, I am taking my nap.” 

The three boys turned around heading back to the couch, Jake took one last look at you as you headed for the stairs, Jay catching him once again looking, Jake quickly turned back around and placed himself back on the couch. 

Jay quickly caught your arm before you were too far up the stairs. You turned and looked at him, giving him your nastiest side eye, “What corn lover?” 

“The rule still stands.” 

You raised a brow, “What rule?” 

Jay tilted his head at you, “Really?” 

You gave him a confused look, trying to read his mind. The gears in your brain turned until it finally clicked. 

“You mean the rule from when we were kids?” 

He nodded, “No boys.” 

You rolled your eyes, “As if, they still have just as many cooties as they did four years ago.” 

Jay nodded, “Good. Keep it that way. Get rest, I’ll come to wake you when mom and dad get home. We are barbecuing tonight. I’m grilling.” 

Your mouth was already watering thinking about your big brother's cooking. The one major con of going to a college further away was missing his cooking.

You continued your journey up the stairs and into your childhood room, seeing that your parents left everything the same as it was when you left it. Dropping into your bed, face first into the pillow, sleep finds you quickly. 

Jay dropped himself back on the couch, picking up the switch controller, “Alright douche bags, let’s get this party back in motion.” 

Everyone grabbed their controllers except Jake, who had his nose in his phone and searched for your Instagram account from Jay’s account, curiously stalking through your account. 

It didn’t go unnoticed by Jay, who glanced over at Jake’s phone, catching him staring at the recent selfie you posted a week ago. 

“Sim Jaeyun.” Jake jumped at his government name being called so sternly by his hyung. 

“Jesus Christ, what?” Jake breathed out, his hand flying to his chest, his heart rate increasing, “You scared the shit out of me.” 

Jay glanced back down at his phone, bringing realization to Jake causing him to quickly lock his phone. 

Heeseung and Sunghoon also had their eyes on Jake. He looked between the three of them, raising a brow, and glared at them, “What?” 

Heeseung slowly faced back to the TV, “I ain’t saying anything.” 

“I am,” Sunghoon chimed in, “We all saw how you eyed her.” 

Jake quickly shook his head, realizing the situation he got put in, “It’s not like that! She just grew up a lot more than I was expecting.” 

That wasn’t helping Jake’s case. Jay was just getting more pissed. 

“Dude,” Jay narrowed his eyes, “That’s my little sister.”

“Who is also like a little sister to us,” Heeseung added in. 

“Who passed you the baton?” Jake groaned, finger pointing at Heeseung and eyes looking between all his best friends, “Why are you all on my ass?” 

“Off limits.” Jay said, bringing in the old rule from childhood, “Nothing has changed.” 

Jake rolled his eyes, slouching into the couch, “Obviously! Trust me, I am not interested, like a little sister, remember?” 

“Good. Goes for all three of you, she’s off limits.” 

The conversation ended there. The last thing Jay needed was having to pull any of his friends off you. He was way too protective of you and knew his friends way too well, mostly after the sex demons they became after graduating. It was already bad enough in high school, but with the freedom college gave the four of them along with the parties and of course, females…

Jay had to protect you at all costs. And he would always stand by it. 

—

Jake’s hands trembled as he stood in front of your bedroom door. He’s stood by your door many times as a child growing up, always kicking your door open and running away with Jay, Heeseung, and Sunghoon, before you could shout at them for annoying you. 

But obviously, you all weren’t children anymore. So why was Jake so scared to simply knock on your door?

Jay decided to start grilling before your parents got home so that it would be ready or almost ready by the time they walked in. 

Your parents arrived just at the right time as the steak was almost done grilling. 

The three boys sat at the picnic table outside by the portal heater and set up the plates while Jay stood by the grill, grilling away. 

Your parents hugged each of the boys, welcoming them into their home like old times. 

“Oh, where is Y/N? Jongseong?” your mother asked sweetly, placing a kiss on his cheek, “I saw her car outside.” 

“She’s napping,” Jay said, turning over the steaks, “Everything is ready, so someone should go wake her.” 

Heeseung and Sunghoon were already way too busy talking to your dad to notice what Jay said, your mother ultimately decided she’ll go wake you.

“Mom! No no no!” Jay quickly spat, “Go sit down, you just got off work, I’ll make one of the boys do it.” 

Your mother sweetly smiled, “Are you sure? I can do it.” 

Jake quickly stood from the table, placing a hand on her shoulder, “I’ll go get her, Mrs. Park, please sit.” 

She quickly pulled Jake into another hug, “Such a sweet boy like always!” 

And that’s how he found himself at your door. The sounds of the laughter of his friends and basically his second family echo from the background as he continues to hover his trembling fist at your door. 

“Come on, Sim…” he whispered, trying to hype himself up, “She’s the same girl you grew up with.” 

Jake’s knuckles made contact with the wooden door, leaning himself closer to listen for any movements. 

Nothing. 

He knocked again but a bit louder, “Y/N?” silence. Another knock, “Hey, Y/N?” 

There was shuffling on the other side, the door opening too quickly. You and Jake were now face to face, barely inches apart. 

Oh lord was Jake’s heart racing. 

You were in your favorite pair of sweatpants and an old tee shirt back from high school with the school's logo on it. Your hair was slightly messy from sleeping and had on the same pair of glasses you wore growing up. 

Jake was weak. He always loved your glasses growing up. Thinking they shaped your face nicely and made you look really cute. Of course, he’d never tell you this, he just always made fun of you like the other boys did. 

Jake quickly stepped back, giving you space. 

You yawned and did a small stretch, “What’s up?” 

“Umm,” Jake quickly looked away from you, too scared you’d see how his heart was practically bursting through his chest, “Your parents are home, and dinner is ready.” 

Whatever tiredness you once felt was out the window at the mention of Jay’s dinner. 

“Okay! Let me change and I’ll be downstairs.” You closed the door quickly, not wanting to miss a second away from the delicious dinner. 

Jake made his way back down the stairs and outside, shoving his hands into his jacket pocket as he sat back down. 

Jay raised a brow, “My sister?” 

Jake shrugged, “She’s coming. Said she was going to change.” 

As if on cue, you slid open the glass door, quickly embracing your mother. 

You wrap your arms around her from behind, surprising her. 

“Hello, mom!” 

She quickly turned around to hug you properly, “Oh my sweet girl! I’ve missed you!” 

You smile, the familiar smell of her rose perfume fills your nose, “I’ve missed you too momma.” 

“Jongseong, come over here too!” your mother waved your brother over, pulling the both of you into a tight hug, “It’s been so long since I have had both my children home. I’m so happy you’re here:” 

Jake and the others smiled at you three.

Once your mother released you from her arms, Jay sat down across from Jake, leaving you a spot between him and your mother. 

Before sitting down you hugged your father and gave a wave to Heeseung and Sunghoon. 

“Good to see you back to the land of the living,” Heeseung teased, “We thought you’d died.” 

You roll your eyes, “Haha, very funny.” 

Jake took a moment to take in your new outfit. Hair was nicely brushed, tight skinny jeans with rips at the knees, and a baby blue long-sleeve shirt that hugged your torso snug, perfectly shaping your breasts. His eyes not leaving you until you sit down, and then his eyes go to his plate of food. 

Jay glances at his best friend, eyes shifting to you, then back at him.

“We can finally eat now that Y/N decided to grace us with her presence,” Jake teased, finally digging into his food. God he was blessed to have Jay as one of his best friends. 

You reached under the table and kicked Jake’s shin, him only laughing more than before. 

“Just like old times! You kids never change!” your father smiled, lifting his beer for a cheer. 

—

Jake tossed and turned, eventually ending up on his back staring up at the ceiling. 

The thoughts of the outfit you wore earlier tainted his mind. The way your clothes perfectly shaped your body. 

Jake quietly covered his face with his hands, rubbing his eyes in hopes it would take the thoughts out of his head. “She’s your best friend's younger sister, what are you doing?” 

He sat up in bed, throwing the blankets off him, and carefully crawled out from the bottom bunk of the bed, trying to not make too much movement to disturb the sleeping Sunghoon above him. 

Heeseung was fast asleep on the twin-sized bed across from him, small snores escaping his lips. 

Jake took one last look around the room before carefully tip-toeing out. 

Jake remembers when Jay announced to them that his parents were buying a bunk bed to add into the spare room so that each of them had a proper place to sleep besides sharing the twin-sized bed or having an air mattress. 

Mostly after the four of them got into middle school, no one wanted to share a bed anymore. 

It was a blessing, even more of a blessing that the Park’s kept the spare room just the same after all these years. 

Jake opened and closed the door with such grace praying to be quiet enough to not wake anyone. Carefully walking down the hallway, stopping at the foot of the stairs, swearing he heard something, looking up them. 

The moonlight gave enough light to show how empty the upstairs was, Jake shrugged off the noise he heard and went to the kitchen. 

You quietly opened your door, making sure to not disturb any sleeping body, specifically your parents since they needed to be up early for another full day of work. 

The nap you took earlier in the day completely messed up your night's rest. You tossed and turned in your bed hoping for sleep to find you but never did. Hoping for a few bites of the leftover barbecue and some water will help you chase the sheep. 

You tip-toed to the stairs, carefully and slowly making your way down them, eyeing down the hallway as you made your way to the kitchen, making sure no one else was awake. 

You turned the corner of the kitchen, fingers flipping the light switch on. Once the lights came on, your heart nearly dropped to your stomach. 

You swore you jumped ten feet in the air, “Oh sweet god, what the fuck Jake?!?” you whispered loudly. 

What the fuck indeed. 

Jake was pressed against the counter, the water bottle he once held in his hand was now on the floor and the liquid completely covered him. 

He took a few deep breaths, hand clenching his now wet shirt, feeling his heartbeat. 

“You scared the shit out of me, Y/N.” 

You raised a brow at him, “I scared you? I nearly had a heart attack!” 

Jake relaxed against the counter, his hands now gripping the counter behind him, “That makes two of us.” 

You ran your hands down your face, taking a deep breath in, before dropping your arms back at your side, “Why are you even up?” 

Jake’s face was glued to you, his eyes turning dark. 

You just looked at him, “What?” It wasn’t until you crossed your arms that you realized what he was staring at. 

You remembered what you were wearing. Sweatpants that hung loosely at your hips and a black sports bra. 

Jake didn’t notice it at first, mostly not after the surprise of you scaring him half to death, but after he finally looked at you is when he noticed. 

The way your breasts were exposed and practically spilling out of the top of your sports bra, how loosely your sweatpants hang. Oh, the thoughts running through his head. 

The way all he would have to do is barely slip his fingers at the fabric of your pants to remove them from your hips. The access his lips would have to your tits as he slid his against your heat. 

Jake didn’t even realize how hard he was staring at you, looking like a meal he could easily eat up. 

Normally you’d run out of the kitchen and back up the stairs full of embarrassment, but something about the way Jake was looking at you made your knees weak. 

Your body moved on its own, walking closer to him. His hands gripped the counter, knuckles turning white and his heart rate accelerating. It wasn’t until you were a couple of inches away from him that he realized what was happening. 

You could easily see the tint in his shorts growing. All it took for him to see you like this to get so hard?

Jake watched as your eyes dropped to his crotch, and slowly made eye contact with him. 

Oh how hard it was for him to keep his hands to himself. 

“Jake,” you whispered. You, yourself, want to put your hands on him. 

From the moment you saw him, Sunghoon, and Heeseung in the living room earlier this afternoon, you’ve had to admit you were attracted to them, especially Jake. He was no longer the icky boy you grew up with. He’s a man, looking at you like a woman, not the little girl you once were. 

You whisper his name again, moving your hand to touch his bicep, but stopping halfway. 

“Y/N, touch me and I can’t promise to behave myself.” His Aussie came out thicker in that moment, filled with lust and want. 

You wanted to test his boundaries and see if he would actually misbehave. 

Your cold fingers brushed his bicep, and that’s all it took for his hands to fly to your hips, switching positions and pinning you against the counter, his hard length now pressed to your aching core, hands gripping your hips. 

Jake felt as if he was on autopilot, moving against you as if it were second nature to him. 

Jake’s mind has been going wild since the moment you walked through the front door. 

He wasn’t expecting the woman he had pressed to his body. 

Jake was still expecting the little girl he used to tease. The little girl he would gang up on with his friends. The little girl he would scrunch his nose at when he’d see you in the halls at school as you’d pass by him. The little girl Jay would rant about if another boy looked at you in a romantic way. The little nerdy girl who got straight A’s and never skipped a day of school in your life even if you were sick. 

Jake never expected to see you so grown. To see how your body changed and filled in. The way you style your hair and the taste of fashion you have now. How your tits naturally fall and how your ass fits so perfectly in any pants you’ve worn today. 

Oh, Jake was a mess. And oh how badly he wanted to make a mess out of you. 

You kept your eyes locked with Jake’s, honestly loving how seen you felt by him right now. 

“Thought you were going to behave?” you whispered, your hands now gripping the counter behind you. 

“I told you the consequences of your actions if you’d touch me, and here we are.” 

You let a small laugh leave your lips, rolling your hips against him. 

Jake groaned, resting his forehead against yours, grinding himself back onto you, “What are you trying to do here, Y/N?” 

You bit your lips, trying to hold back the sounds threatening to escape your mouth from the pleasure of his dick just rubbing against you. 

“Are you trying to get me in trouble with your brother? Huh?” Jake whispered, dropping his head to the side of yours, lips brushing against your ear, rolling his hips a bit harder than the last, “He’s already on my ass from the way I’ve been eye fucking you today.” 

Your knees buckled, Jake not letting your weight drop with the grip he has on your hips. 

“You’re being such a bad girl right now, Y/N, disobeying your brother's wishes so easily just to get a feel of my dick.”

Your brain was going fuzzy at his words, trying to focus on the sound of his breathing to keep you in reality. 

Jake’s hands drop down to your ass, squeezing the fat as he thrust his hips against you. Your breath hitched at his touch, knees buckling again. 

You wanted to feel his hands everywhere, to feel his lips on yours and against your skin. 

You turn your head towards him, wanting to find his lips, only to be met with his hands leaving your ass, body no longer pressed against yours and him taking a couple of steps away from you. 

Jake’s chest raised and fell with each deep breath he took, eyes glued to the floor as he ran his fingers through his dark hair. 

“We can’t be doing this,” he finally said between deep breaths.

No matter how badly Jake wanted to lead you up those stairs and push you face down into your pillows, he couldn’t betray his best friend like that. Couldn’t betray that trust. 

You nodded in agreement, taking your own deep breaths to steady out your heart rate, “You’re right, we can’t be.” 

You relaxed your body, pushing yourself off the counter, eyes darting to the fridge. 

You grabbed a water bottle, walking past Jake as you exited the kitchen, stopping right past him. 

“Jake,” you whispered, looking back at him. Jake stared back at you with lustful eyes, praying you’d jump his bones right here, right now, “Make sure you pick up that bottle and clean any water that got anywhere, mom will kill you if you don’t clean your mess.” 

And with that, you left him alone in the kitchen. 

Jake didn’t realize he was holding his breath until he heard your footsteps going up the stairs. He quickly cleaned up the spill and threw away the bottle.

Jake made his way back to the hallway, stopping at the door of the spare room, and seeing the bulge in his shorts. 

“Fuck,” he whispered, eyes going straight to the bathroom door. 

He locked himself in, pulling his shirt over his head and to the floor, quickly dropping his shorts and boxers down to his ankles. 

His cock pulsating and red, precum leaking from the tip. 

Jake took himself into his hand, pumping himself slowly. Head leaning back against the wall, mouth slightly open. 

Jake stared at himself in the mirror, watching as stroked himself, hand picking up speed. 

His hand wasn’t enough, and as guilty as he already felt, he imagined his hand was yours. Imagine how your hand would be wrapped around his thick cock, thumb spreading his precum around the tip. He imagined how it’d feel to how your lips on his neck, kissing down his chest and torso until your lips wrapped around his cock, tongue licking up and down his shaft. 

Jake had to bite down on his lips to keep his moans quiet, whining at the sensation of the twitch his dick made, so close to release. 

He whispered, “I’m cumming Y/N…I’m cum-“ 

Before he could finish his words, his cum was dripping down his hand. 

Jake slowed his hand movement, chasing his high. 

He looked down at his mess, taking deep breaths and relaxing against the wall. 

“Fuck…oh fuck…” 

Jake knew thinking of you while he got himself off would only make this sexual frustration worse. How was he going to survive the next two weeks? He barely survived the first day. 

—

If you weren’t awkward around Jake before, you sure are now. 

You barely slept at all last night because of the hard-boiled embarrassment you felt. 

You came onto your older brother's best friend?! What were you even thinking? You can already see how pissed off Jay would be if he found out what happened last night. 

You knew what happened was just a one-time thing. Some weird thing that happened because of your choices. 

But the way Jake looked at you…how his eyes spoke for him…it clouded your mind. 

When you walked into the kitchen that morning, Jake, Sunghoon, and Heeseung sat at the kitchen table yelling and pushing each other while your brother stood at the stove flipping pancakes. 

Jay was the first to notice you, “Aye, good morning stinks.” 

Three other pairs of eyes fell onto you, feeling Jake’s gaze specifically. 

You walked to your brother, taking a glance at the pancakes, “When will they be ready?” Your mouth was practically watering just by looking at them. Maybe it was a good idea to come back home, all for Jay’s cooking. 

“Soon, go sit down with everyone else, impatient.” 

You stuck your tongue out at him, crossing your arms, “How can I not be impatient when I don’t get to have your cooking anymore?” 

Jay rolled his eyes, “Maybe if you came home more often-“

“Okay, whatever corn lover.” You scoff, “You win.” 

Jay chuckled at his victory, telling you once again to sit down. 

You grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, eyes landing back at the spot Jake had you pressed against just the night before. 

Jake took notice of your stare on the spot. Covering his mouth with his fingers, eyes staring down at your legs and how your ass is barely covered by your shorts. 

It’s like you were trying to tempt him. 

Sunghoon also noticed your stare at the counter, raising a brow in concern, “You good over there Y/N?” 

The thoughts of last night faded from your mind as you turned around to face him, smiling with a “Mmhmm! Just lost in thought!” 

Oh, Jake couldn’t help but tease you, “What’s up with that spot to get so lost in thought about?” 

He did not. 

You narrow your eyes at him, the shit-eating grin that spread across his face pissed you off. 

While the others giggled and went back to their normal business, you kept your eyes on Jake. Fully watching as his eyes traveled down your body. 

If he wants to play games, you’ll play back. 

You walked back over to Jay, leaning yourself onto the counter, knowing full well your shorts will ride up, showing off your ass cheeks. 

Jake clenched his fist in his lap, biting down on his fingers at his mouth, feeling his dick start to harden. 

The way your shorts lifted to show the small amount of fat from your ass, basically showing off to Jake that you were either wearing a thong or…nothing at all underneath. 

You slightly shifted your weight between your legs, the small jiggle of your ass made him clench his fist tighter, having to completely cover his arm over his bulge. 

Jake knew he couldn’t get up and walk out of the kitchen, not with his raging boner on full display. Everyone would clown him. 

This was the consequence of pushing his luck. Now he’s got to suffer with it. 

You turned your head back to look at him, seeing the way he twitched in his seat and how his jaw was clenched tightly. The look he was giving you, the same hungry look from last night, but worse. 

It was enough to dampen your shorts. 

Jake knew he had to turn the situation around, to drop it entirely, “Hey Jay!” 

You quickly twisted yourself around, looping your fingers at the back of your shorts to pull them down, seeing the smug look that now played on Jake’s face. 

It was a powerful move to get your brother's attention, knowing Jay would turn around along with Sunghoon and Heeseung's attention being brought in this direction. 

Checkmate. 

—

You nearly jumped for joy when you found out all the boys would be leaving the house for the day to see their families, Jay going along with them. 

You decided since now the house was empty and you’d be alone means the massive TV in the living room finally being free. 

You pulled Netflix on the TV and skipped your way into the kitchen, pushing a bag of popcorn into the microwave, watching the timer go down as you grabbed a bowl for the popcorn, fingers barely holding the bag to drop them into the bowl. 

You dropped onto the couch, popping the corn into your mouth, free hand searching for something to watch. 

There was a show your best friend from college told you about not too long ago, but you couldn’t for the life of you remember the name of it. 

You looked on the coffee table, searched the couch, and couldn’t find your phone anywhere. 

“Where could it be…” 

You set the popcorn bowl on the coffee table, rushing upstairs into your room, and finding the device sitting on your bed. You snatched it up quickly, shooting your friend a quick text as you made your way back down the stairs, the sound of the spare bathroom door opening nearly sent your soul into orbit. 

You found yourself standing across the hall from Jake, him shooting the same confused look back at you. 

“What?” he raised a brow, “Why are you looking at me like that?” 

You pointed a finger at him, “Why aren’t you with the boys?” 

Jake got more confused, “Why would I be?” 

“Don’t you need to see your family? Ya know while you’re back home?” you retort.

Jake chuckled, “Honey, how can I visit my family if they’re on vacation in Australia?”

You…didn’t think of that. You just assumed his family would be here in town too. 

You fidgeted with your shorts, suddenly embarrassed for thinking you’d be home alone. 

Jake looked down at your legs, the thoughts from earlier in the morning coming back to his head. 

You caught him looking, a smirk playing on your face, “You sure have a staring problem, Sim Jaeyun.” 

His eyes whipped up to yours, the corners of his lips curving, “You really want to play this game right now, Park Y/N? When there’s no one else here?” 

You came back to the realization that the two of you were alone. 

Jake walked over to you, arms stretched out at his sides, corning you between himself and the railing of the staircase. 

Jake knew this was wrong, but the stunt you pulled this morning had him taking a thirty-minute shower after breakfast just to beat himself off to release that tension. 

“I’m asking you this again, what are you trying to pull, Y/N?” 

You were at a loss for words because you weren’t sure what you were trying to pull. You want to respect your brother's “off limits” wishes towards his friends, but god damn at the same time, you were so attracted to Jake. 

He has always been a good-looking kid, you always found him so adorable, but once middle and high school came around and he started to finally fill into his body properly, the more attractive he became and the girls around school knew it too. The last time you saw him was his high school graduation, and boy did those years make him one of the sexiest men you’ve ever seen. 

“Turning me on in front of my friends and your brother? So dirty.” 

You clenched your thighs together, trying to hide the arousal you were feeling, except nothing could get past Jake. 

“You want me,” he whispered with a smirk, leaning his body closer to yours, “You want me so bad.” 

Jake had to admit seeing you like this was such a turn-on. The way he’s got you clenching your thighs and hasn't even laid a hand on you. 

God he wanted to touch you again, have your body pressed close against his, feeling your tits squish to his chest and hands grasping your ass. 

Him being alone in this house with you was dangerous. 

Day two and still basically a full two weeks left to go. 

But he can’t fold, no matter what. 

You saw how quickly Jake’s face changed, how the lust left his eyes and was replaced with the soft puppy dog eyes he normally has. 

And you knew why. 

Jay. 

“Maybe we need to stay clear from each other,” you said, slipping under his arm and up a few steps on the stairs, “Like you said last night, we can’t be doing this.” 

Jake knew it was the right thing to do. Besides, once these two weeks are over and he goes back to college, things will go back to normal, right? No thoughts of his best friend's little sister fucking him into oblivion. 

He nodded, pushing himself off the stairs, “But unfortunately we can’t completely ignore each other, that’ll be more suspicious than anything.” 

“Right,” you knew the moment your brother caught onto the two of you ignoring each other he’d known something was up. Thankfully for you, nothing has really happened between you and Jake, just some dry humping, dirty talk on Jake’s end, and him grabbing your ass in the kitchen on top of you teasing him this morning. No big deal! “We just need to act like how we used to do, like when we were kids.” 

Jake softly smiled at you, “That’ll be an easy thing to do, right, stinks?” 

You rolled your eyes and stomped up the stairs, “I’m so sick of that name.” 

Jake couldn’t hold back his laugh, seeing the popcorn bowl you left on the table, “I’m stealing your popcorn!” he yelled, shoving some of the buttery goodness into his mouth. But the only response he got was the sound of your door slamming. 

—

What Jake thought would be easy ended up being the hardest thing. 

He couldn’t look at you without the thought of laying face first into your bed running across his mind. 

Talking to you was a small challenge in itself. Mostly because Jay, Sunghoon, and Heeseung were always right there. Jake felt like their eyes were secretly judging him, watching his every move when probably in reality there was nothing but elevator music going on in their heads the entire time. But he still couldn’t help but feel like an ant under a microscope and had to watch how he looked at you or spoke to you. 

The four of them grew up teasing you, calling you silly names, spitting their watermelon speeds at you during the hot summers while you all played outside, and even when they would throw snow at you when you five would play outside in the cold. You were really like a little sister to them, basically family. So why was staying clear from you so hard? It was easy as kids. What was so different now besides how grown up you were now?

It was now Monday, four days into the small vacation at your parents and still all this week and a full week after that to be here. The last couple of days have been…somewhat of a struggle for you and Jake. 

You acted normal when everyone was around, but still couldn’t help but steal glances at Jake, sometimes already catching him looking at you. 

After that day you were both alone, you stayed in your room at night, already having some snacks and water up on your nightstand so you wouldn’t have to carefully sneak yourself back downstairs and run into Jake again. 

There’s only been a few times where walking past him was a challenge, mostly in the living room trying to find a seat to sit down or in the kitchen when everyone is putting food on their plates at dinner time. 

Small touches of your hands grazing from reaching for cups or when you walk past each other in the crowded kitchen and living room. Nothing too big that anyone would really notice…or so you hoped. 

Jay nudged your shoulder with his, “What’s up Stink?” 

You looked up at your brother, “Huh?” 

Jay raised a brow at you, “Y/N, you’ve been twirling your spoon around your cereal for like five minutes now.”

You thinned your lips into a line, looking back down at your cereal that is more than likely soggy now, “I was, wasn’t I?” 

You dropped the spoon in the bowl, excusing yourself from the breakfast table and walking the bowl to the sink.

Jay crossed his arms and slid back into his chair, “You not going to tell me what is going on?” 

Your heart dropped, does he know? Does he know you and Jake have been acting not completely normal? 

“I’m just really tired today is all,” you decided to play it off, hoping your worst fear wasn’t happening. Dumping out your wasted cereal and washing the bowl and spoon, “I also didn’t sleep much last night, could hear your snoring from next door.” 

Jay, who now appeared at your side, chuckled, taking the bowl from your hands and a towel from the cabinet, “Was I really snoring that loud last night? I was exhausted. Heeseung spam called me saying they all could hear it from the guest room downstairs.” 

Score! He doesn’t know. 

You watched as he placed the now clean bowl back into its home in the cabinet and placed the towel over the rack to dry, “Damn, even Heeseung heard it? How is your throat not dry as hell?” 

Jay flicked his finger against your forehead, laughing as you winced and one hand went to your head while the other balled into a fist and reached across to punch your brother in the chest. 

His bright smile was enough to completely change your mood, taking whatever negative energy that was balling up to release and escape back to wherever it came from. Jay always had this effect on you, it was one of his best sibling traits. 

But that didn’t stop you from still trying to square up with him. 

And you failed…horribly. 

Heeseung and Sunghoon walked into the kitchen at the perfect time for Jay to put you into a headlock between his biceps, “Say you're sorry,” he said in a teasing tone, “And I’ll let you go.” 

Even with the laughing fit you were in, you still didn’t give up. Hands gripping his arms in attempts to get yourself free, “Never!” You chanted, “You snore like an old man!” 

Heeseung and Sunghoon shared glances before walking around the two of you wrestling to grab their own bowls of cereal and sitting at the table. 

Jake was the last to pile into the kitchen, stopping abruptly at the fight in the kitchen. 

“Just walk around them,” Sunghoon mentioned, “We did.” 

Jake carefully walked around the two of you who now sat on the floor. 

You had your arms and legs wrapped around your brother, his back to your chest. But he had your back pressed against the island, his shoes digging into the floor to help him use all his weight towards his chest to keep you against the island. 

Jake carefully made his way to the table, sitting down beside his other two friends, “Have they been fighting long?” Jake asked, too scared to even prepare himself his own bowl of sugar. 

Heeseung shrugged, “We found them like this when we got here.” 

Sunghoon groaned, “Should we break it up now? Probably been going on for long enough.” 

“Hey!” Heeseung shouted. You and Jay stop wiggling around, eyes now set on the table at the three friends staring back at you, “Some of us would like to eat our breakfast in peace.” 

“That sucks,” you joked, tightening your grip on your brother. Jay pushing his weight back onto you. 

While Heeseung and Sunghoon seemed to completely discard the two siblings, Jake couldn’t help but smile fondly at you two. 

He dropped his jaw into his palm, his smile only growing wider. This moment felt like old times when you were all children. 

But that happy feeling soon faded and was replaced with fear when your mother walked into the kitchen. Jake never sat up straight so fast. Even Heeseung and Sunghoon stopped slouching. 

“Park Jongseong! Park Y/N! What are you doing?!” 

You and Jay got up from the floor, standing side by side in front of your mother. 

“Aren’t you supposed to be at work?” Jay quickly asked with his, sorry for wrestling my baby sister on your clean kitchen floor mom, it won’t happen again, awkward smile. 

Your mother placed her hands on her hips, “Am I not allowed to have a day off from work?” 

Heeseung scooted his chair closer to the table, leaning against it in a way to get as close as possible to the conversation, him eating his cereal as if it were popcorn, and you guys were the movie. 

Sunghoon followed Heeseung, him pulling at Jake’s hoodie to pull him close too. 

“I think what Jay means mom, is that we weren’t expecting you to have the day off.” You elbowed your brother's ribs, a small oof leaving his lips from the pain. 

Your mother relaxed, looking between the two of you, “Your father has a company party tonight up at that new fancy hotel a couple of towns over, we are leaving now to get there at a decent time. We are packing as we speak.” 

“Wait, you're not coming home tonight?” Jay asked with a hint of shenanigans in his tone. 

Oh boy…

She shook her head, “The party is ending too late, so we are staying at the hotel and coming home tomorrow morning.” 

Jay didn’t even hide the fact that he had some kind of bullshit cooking up in his head as he turned and faced his friends, a smirk forming. 

You leaned back, glancing at his friends, trying to decipher whatever secret language they were using to communicate with their eyes.

Before your mother could protest whatever shenanigans your brother was planning, your father stumbled into the kitchen. 

“Boys, I need your help. The mail just came.” your father said, pointing his index finger at each of the three boys one by one, “It’s a big one.” 

“Are we building something, Mr. Park?” Heeseung asked, already standing up from the table. 

Your father nodded with a big smile, “We bought a hot tub for the back porch.” 

—

You sat at the picnic table, cold hands shoving into your hoodie pocket, watching as the three boys hovered around Sunghoon who held the directions to the hot tub. 

“When your dad said he got a hot tub that he needed help setting up, I thought he meant he was going to be a part of helping…” Jake sighed, shoving his hands into his jean pockets. 

Jay also sighed, “Yeah, trust me. He put his whole faith into us with this one. Not to mention one person is just watching while we struggle.” 

The three boys looked at you. You sat up straighter, smiling at them, and waved, “Dad never told me to help.” 

Each of them glared at you before going back to the instruction booklet. 

You were surprised your parents even bought the hot tub. Mostly since it would only be the two of them using it up until the spring came when it got too hot for it. Plus you and the boys would only be able to use it while you were visiting. But it’s their money, not yours. They can do what they please. 

“Wait,” Heeseung said, picking up one of the hard plastic pieces, “I figured it out.” 

The boys, sooner than later, had the hot tub built. It was a beautiful oak brown wood color with six seats and came with massaging capabilities with cool lights at the bottom for when it was dark out. It was small, and everyone’s legs would get all tangled up, but beautiful nevertheless. 

The next step was setting up the pumps. Which racked the boy's brains too hard, causing them to sit at the picnic table with you. 

“My brain hurts,” Heeseung said rubbing his temples, “I need a break.” 

Sunghoon’s eyes lit up quickly, he sat up on the bench, hands slapping onto the table, “Tell us your plan, Jay!” 

Jake’s attention also drew in, curious as well, “Yeah what’s the plan?” 

Heeseung looked up at his friends, also waiting. 

You looked at your brother, “Are you talking about whatever hidden language you three stooges had while in the kitchen earlier?” 

“How dare you compare us to the three stooges!” Sunghoon snapped, reaching over to flick your forehead, but you were too quick, swatting his hand away. 

“Can’t tell me I am wrong?” you retort, “Anyways, spill the beans.” 

Jay looked between his two friends, “Might as well tell her,” Jake shrugged, “She’s already onto us.” 

You shook your brother’s shoulder, “SPILL!” 

“Party,” he sighed, shrugging you off, “We are going out tonight.” 

You raised a brow, switching glances between the three idiots, “And you were trying to keep that a secret…why?”

“We couldn’t go to parties when we lived here?” Jay sassed. 

“That didn’t stop you from sneaking out your window and jumping into Heeseung’s car?” you threw back, “You’re adults now, you think our parents can stop you?” 

Jake released a giggle, “Your mother actually called Jay on the drive here telling him no drinking while we are here.” 

You shrugged, your mother was always against drinking and going to parties. It’s what caused Jay and yourself to sneak out half of your high school lives. Your dad caught Jay sneaking in through the front door once and that’s all it took for him to start using his bedroom window and bribing you to keep your mouth shut until the first time you snuck out and couldn’t get back inside due to your window closing while you were out having no choice but to call him to let you inside. 

“Anyways, yeah we are going out to a club, possibly bar hop. Just depends.” Jay shrugged it off as if it were no big deal. 

“Cool, when are we leaving?” You asked, fully invested in going. 

Jay scoffed, “Who said you can come?” 

You scrunch your nose at your brother, “I am an adult, if you tell me no I could always drive myself and follow you guys.” 

Heeseung chuckled, “She’s got a point, might as well let her come.”

You gave your brother a smug look, “See?”

“Fine, jeez!” he groaned. 

“Plus, maybe you’ll get lucky and someone else can take me off your hands.” you wiggled your eyebrows, hoping they picked up what you were putting down. 

Jake was the first one that pick it up. Chills being sent down his body. Eyes darting between you and Jay, then it finally clicked in his head. 

“No!” Jay snapped, “Not happening, keeping you in my sight.” 

You rolled your eyes, knowing damn well once you all get to the club or bar and get some alcohol in your system Jay can’t stop anything. 

Heeseung slapped his hands on the table, “Anyways, enough of that! Let’s get these pumps on the hot tub working so we can get ready to leave, there’s five of us that have to get ready and lord knows we will need that time.” 

Sure enough, the boys got the hot tub up and running smoothly in no time. 

—

“Wear the fucking jacket Y/N!” Jay snapped, yelling over the loud music from the club, shoving his jacket in your face.

“I said no!” you snapped back at your brother, shoving his jacket out of the way. 

“Dude,” Heeseung rolled his eyes, “did you not notice her outfit when we got in the car?!” 

Jay sent daggers shooting at the older, “I was in the driver's seat dumbass! We were running late on leaving!” 

You crossed your arms, looking down at your outfit. It wasn’t even bad? You had on your favorite faded blue ripped skinny jeans with fishnet tights underneath. You had on a long-sleeved crop top that was just above your belly button and in a v-neck style, shoving off your breasts, and your long hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail. 

“Besides, it looks like a completely normal outfit!” Jay once again tried shoving the jacket at you. 

“Dude!” you pushed his hands away once again, “There isn’t anything wrong with my outfit!” 

Jay looked at each of his friends to help convince you, his eyes landing on Jake last. Jake just shrugged his shoulders, “Your sister man.” 

Jake on the one hand had no problem with your outfit, it was cute, it was sexy, and it showed off all your curves, not to mention it made your tits and ass look GREAT. On the other hand, he can see Jay’s frustration. The moment any of the guys would take their eyes off you, another man would make his move. 

“Jesus Christ I’m ordering us shots I can’t take this bickering,” Sunghoon said with a roll of his eyes as he pushed past everyone making his way to the bar. 

Jay pleaded with you with his eyes, “Y/N.” 

“Jongseong.” 

Sunghoon returned quickly with five shots, handing everyone theirs, “Let’s get fucked up tonight!” 

“Amen to that brother!” Heeseung shouted, “CHEERS!” 

Everyone clacked the shot glasses together and then drank down the shot. 

It’s been a while since you drank last, already making a promise to yourself to not go overboard. 

Sunghoon collected the glasses and set them on the table next to you all. 

Jay wouldn’t take his eyes off you and you shot darts into his soul. 

He opened his mouth to say something, his eyes looking away from you for a second, his mouth hanging open at whatever sight he saw behind you. 

You raised a brow, turning behind you to see what he was staring at, “Wow, and you want ME to cover up?” 

Granted, the female your brother was going heart eye for was beautiful, she just happened to be showing off a lot more skin than you. She had a matching black crop top and skirt with black boots. It was a cute outfit, no wonder it got Jay’s attention. 

She was also staring back at your brother, even giving him a little wave. 

“Oh shit man,” Sunghoon nudged his arm, “Go get her.” 

Jay ran a hand through his dyed hair, walking in her direction, “Put this on, I’ll be right back,” he dropped the jacket on the top of your head and disappeared into the crowd towards the female. 

You pulled the jacket off you, dropping it down onto the table, “I need more alcohol.” 

You walked away from the boys, only for the three of them to follow directly behind you to the counter of the bar, “Don’t you guys have girls to be going after?” 

Heeseung chuckled, wrapping an arm around your shoulders while he leaned against the counter, “We came here to drink, Y/N, and that’s exactly what we are doing.” 

You pulled Heeseung off you, “Can’t you do that somewhere else?” 

Sunghoon leaned closer to you, “You trying to get rid of us?” he gave you his famous smirk, and oh man did you want to punch him. 

“Duh?” you said matter of fact, “Isn’t it obvious?” 

“Yeah, Sunghoon,” Heeseung said, slinging his arm back around you, “She wants to get laid tonight, she can’t be seen with three other guys hovering around her.” 

Jake didn’t like this conversation nor did he want to hear it. In hopes of changing the vibes, he called the bartender over. “Can we get a couple of rounds of shots please?”

The bartender nodded, “Coming right up!” 

You once again removed Heeseung from you, getting more irritated by the second. You didn’t know what was more annoying, your brother, or his friends. 

The eight shots were placed in front of you all, everyone taking one into their hands.

“Cheers!” Jake calmly said, once again clacking the glasses together before slurping down the liquid. 

You set the glass down and then dropped your head into your hand, this wasn’t how you wanted the night to go. You expected to drink with the boys, yeah, but you weren’t expecting them to be up your ass. 

“Is that who I think it is?” Heeseung asked, pointing a finger down the bar. 

Everyone shifted their gaze looking in the direction Heeseung was pointing at. 

“No way!” you gasped, leaning your head more into your hand, “Is that Choi Yeonjun?!” 

As if hearing his name being called from across the bar, he turned and faced your direction, his eyes wandering between the four of you. He gave a small wave, his eyes lingering on you. Way too long for Jake’s liking. 

The more shots Jake ordered, and the more the liquid courage went down your throat, the more you wanted to walk over to Yeonjun. 

“Are you going to keep giving him heart eyes or are you gonna actually go talk to him?” Sunghoon said with a roll of his eyes, taking another shot down. 

You tucked your lip between your teeth, slightly pulling at your ponytail while making eye contact with Yeonjun, him giving you a few winks and his own lip bite to flirt back. 

It was driving Jake up a wall. 

“Should I?” you asked, “Haven’t seen him since he graduated a few years before you guys.” 

Yeonjun used to be in band class along with the boys and even lived the next street over from you and Jay before he moved away after graduation. He wasn’t close with the boys since he had his friend group, but they all hung out a few times from what you could remember. 

“Y/N, maybe you shouldn’t,” Jake said, taking a small step closer to you as he eyed Yeonjun. 

“Why not?” you stood from the bar, causing Jake to bring his eyes back to you. You adjusted your shirt, pulling it slightly down to reveal your tits a bit more. 

Jake clenched his jaw at the sight, seeing how your tits slightly jiggled from you adjusting your shirt, and the fact Yeonjun was about to see it up close and personal wasn’t sitting right with him. 

“How do I look?” you asked, turning and looking at each of them for their opinions. 

“You look hot, now go talk to him before some other girl beats you to it!” Heeseung said, quickly pushing you away from them, which gave you no other choice but to walk over to him. 

Once you were far enough away, Jake glared at Heeseung. 

“Dude what?” he scoffed, “She came here for this reason. Jay ain’t even around, relax.” 

That’s not the point.

“Come on, let’s go back to the table, I’m tired of standing,” Sunghoon said, collecting the leftover full shots, “Hee, Jake, order us some beer or something.” 

“Well, hello there,” Yeonjun said, pulling you into a hug, “It’s been what? three-four years?” 

You nodded into his shoulder, “It’s really been a while hasn’t it?” 

Yeonjun sat back on his bar stool, pulling the one beside him out, “Please sit.” 

Now that you are closer to him, you can see how grown-up he has gotten. Damn, what is with everyone you knew getting hit with puberty like a fucking truck? 

“Are you still friends with Soobin, Beomgyu Taehyun, and…?” 

“Huening kai?” he smiled, “Of course!” he glances around the club then looks back at you, “They are around here somewhere.” 

You came over here specifically to flirt and hopefully get dragged out of this club by him, yet you’ve found yourself at a loss for words. He’s too beautiful and sexy with how he smiles, it’s throwing you for a loop. Plus you barely knew him back in school, only the basics really. 

Yeonjun leans closer to you, placing his hand on your forearm, thumb rubbing circles, “How is your brother?” he asked, glancing behind you, “I saw you are here with Lee, Sim, and the other Park.” 

You sighed, “Jay is around here somewhere,” you said, taking a quick look around the club, just to find your eyes back on Yeonjun. 

Yeonjun sucked on his bottom lip as he stared you up and down, his eyes always landing back down onto your tits. 

Yeonjun remembers perfectly well how overprotective Jay was over his sister, so if Yeonjun wanted to get you out of your clothes, he needed to act fast before Jay caught eyes on the two of you. 

Yeonjun was so attracted to you right now. He found you cute back in school, but damn did you grow up to be such a fine woman. And with the way your friends were eyeballing him, he knew they too found you just as sexy, making him need to act even faster before one of them decided to ruin everything. 

Jake took notice of how Yeonjun was eye fucking you without a care in the world. His hand was on your arm as you two talked. Oh, it was setting him off. 

“Damn,” Heeseung said, putting his beer bottle to his lips, “You’re going to burn a hole in the guy if you keep staring at him like that.”

“Are we just going to let him touch her like that?” Jake spat out, taking his eyes off Yeonjun to look at his friends, “You both are staring at them too!!”

Sunghoon shrugged, “I am only watching to see if he can actually bag her.” 

“Dude,” Heeseung quickly said, “One hundred bucks that he fucks up somehow.” 

Jake furrowed his eyes, “What the actual fuck?” 

“What?” Sunghoon snapped, “You’re acting like Jay right now. What is up with the two of you? Huh?” 

Jake didn’t know how to answer that. He can’t tell them the sexual frustration he’s been feeling knowing one of them will let it slip to Jay either by accident or purposely.

“I am just worried about her, that's all,” Jake said, looking back over to you. 

In the time Jake had his eyes off you, Yeonjun had his stool pulled closer to you, his legs found their way between yours, his knees touching yours and hand resting on your thigh, his fingers slowly slipping between the tears of your jeans. 

Jake’s jaw locked, his hands forming into fists. 

“Jake,” Heeseung said calmly, noticing his friend's behavior, “Let’s think smart about this, ya?” 

“She is basically our family and you’re just going to stand by and let some random dude touch her like that?!” Jake snapped. 

“Jake, he isn’t some random dude, we went to school with him,” Heeseung tried to play damage control, but it wasn’t working. 

“He also had a reputation for the females he pulled into his bed!” Jake spat. 

Sunghoon let out a whistle and with a tilt of his head said, “You’re so into her.” 

Jake whipped his head around, “Would you let Yeji be in Y/N position right now?” 

Sunghoon scoffed, “Fuck no! She wouldn’t be anywhere near here!” 

“Then what’s the difference of letting the girl we grew up with be in that position right now?” 

Heeseung sighed, “Jake, what is really going on with you? You’d never bat an eye at her before.” 

I want her all to myself. Don’t want another man touching her. 

Jake looked away from his friends. Heeseung was right, he’d never thought twice about you before now, he should be supporting your choices to get laid. 

Except he wasn’t. 

Yeonjun’s hand completely slipped between the tear of your jeans, squeezing your thigh as he continued to eye fuck the shit out of you. 

And that’s all it took. 

Jake shot from the chair, his brain on autopilot. 

“JAKE!!” Both his friends called after him. Jake ignored them. 

Jake approached the two of you quickly, Yeonjun locked eyes with Jake and slid his hand out of your jeans with a disgusted look on his face clearly showing his irritation towards Jake. 

“Hey,” Jake said, his hand finding your lower back, his fingers twisting into your belt loop and slightly pulling, “Let’s go find your brother and leave, ya? We still have a few other places to check out.” 

Oh here we go, Yeonjun thought. 

“Wow, no hey Yeonjun! Long time no see! How ya been?” Yeonjun sassed, his thumb still making soft figure eights on your forearm. 

Jake burnt holes into him, “Sup, Choi, long time no see. How have you been? Cool. Bye.” 

“Jake!” you snapped at his rudeness. 

Jake’s hand found your waist, slightly pulling you again in an attempt to remove you from the stool. 

“I don’t think Y/N wants to leave,” Yeonjun glared at him.

Jake scoffed, reaching over to remove his hand from your arm, then completely wrapping around you, lifting you from the seat. 

Yeonjun clicked his tongue, “Is there a problem, Sim?” 

Jake chuckled, “Nah man,” he looked around behind Yeonjun, “Where is the rest of your rat pack huh?” 

“Jake!!” you snapped at him again. What the fuck was his problem? 

Yeonjun chuckled back, his tongue digging into the side of his cheek, standing up from the stool, “Why don’t you let miss pretty thing go and head back over to Mr. Ace and Ice Prince, ya?” 

Yeonjun reached for you, only for Jake to whip you behind him, “Don’t you fucking touch her.” 

“Come on man, trying to get my dick wet, stop gatekeeping her pussy for yourself.” 

Oh, man. 

“The fuck did you just say?!” Jake lost it, letting his grip on you go and stepping into Yeonjun’s face. 

This can’t be good, “Jake!” you gripped onto his arm, trying to yank him back, “Jake come on, let’s just go!” 

He wouldn’t budge, so you did the next best thing. Whipping your head around to find Heeseung and Sunghoon. Waving your hands to get their attention to look in your direction, eyes pleading with them. They got up immediately. 

“You heard me, Sim,” Yeonjun said, “I saw the way you’ve been staring her down all night.” 

Jake clicked his tongue, “Man, fuck off!” and Jake shoved him. 

Yeonjun shoved him back harder.  

Before Jake could swing, Heeseung wrapped his hands around Jake, “Woah woah woah!! Hoon get Y/N out of here!” Heeseung yelled as he fought to keep Jake still. 

Sunghoon wrapped his arm around your waist, trying to pull you away from the situation, “Y/N, let’s go please,” but you fought against him, “I need you safe! Please!” You stopped struggling against Sunghoon’s hold, slowly letting him back you away. 

“Jake, man listen to me,” Heeseung whipped himself in front of Jake, “Let’s just go okay? Think about Y/N, we need to get her somewhere safe, ya?” 

Jake took his eyes off Yeonjun and over to Heeseung, his body relaxing and nodding. The last thing he wants is to put you in danger or see him start a fight. 

Jake nodded, letting Heeseung push him back and turn him around. 

The moment Heeseung’s hands were off Jake and he was now at his side, Yeonjun scoffed, “Pussy shit.” 

Pussy shit?

Heeseung wasn’t fast enough to get ahold of Jake, because now his fists were balled and made contact with Yeonjun’s cheek. 

Yeonjun hunched to the side, his left hand touching the area Jake just punched him, only to quickly whip around and land a punch right on the corner of the left side of Jake’s mouth. 

“Find my brother!” You yelled, fighting against Sunghoon’s hold on you, “Find Jay!!” 

Heeseung ran into the crowd, pushing past the dancing bodies on the floor. 

Jake licked the blood that dripped down his lip, letting out an evil laugh before gripping Yeonjun’s collar of his shirt, Yeonjun took his fist full of Jake’s shirt and gave him a shove. 

“You’re fucking dead!” Jake spat, getting himself ready to throw another punch. 

Before the next moves could be made, Heeseung and Jay were at Jake’s side with Soobin and Taehyun at Yeonjun’s. 

“Hey! Hey! Hey!” Jay yelled, pushing Yeonjun off his friend and then wrapping his hands around Jake’s biceps, Heeseung doing the same in hopes of holding him back. 

Soobin and Taehyun also hand their own death grips on their older. 

“What the actual fuck is wrong with you two?!” Jay snapped, eyes darting between him and Jun, “Fighting in a club? Jesus fucking Christ.” 

Sunghoon let you go to run to his friend's side, placing his hands on Jake’s shoulders to help pull him back. 

“Let’s fucking go!” Heeseung growled, “NOW!” 

You made your way over to Jake, eyes landing on the cut on his lip. You whipped your head back around and looked at Yeonjun, seeing the bruise already starting to form on his cheek. 

Much deserved. 

Jake’s hands found your waist as he pulled you to him, giving Yeonjun one last fuck you look as he backed away. Jay also places a hand on your back, giving Yeonjun a stare himself. 

Yeonjun chuckled, taking a step forward but his friends stopped him, “Yeah! Learn to get your dog and bitch of a sister under control!” 

Yeonjun was now on the floor on his knees, spitting blood onto the tile, and blood dripping from Jay’s fist. 

You quickly ran over to your brother, pulling him away, watching as Soobin and Taehyun pulled Yeonjun up. 

“Let’s just go hyung,” Taehyun said, “You’ve drank way too much tonight.” 

With a nod from Yeonjun, he let Taehyun pull him away, Beomgyu taking Soobin’s spot as he quickly apologized to us for Yeonjun then followed behind his four friends. 

Heeseung drove home while Sunghoon sat in the passenger seat. 

You sat between Jay and Jake, your hands examining your brothers, napkins, and a bag of ice you guys got from the bar laid onto his hand. 

“I can’t believe you punched him that hard,” you said, squeezing his wrist tightly. 

“I wasn’t going to let him talk about you and Jake like that,” your brother mumbled, “couldn’t let Jake get hit again either.” he teased

“Fuck man,” Jake said, leaning his head back and tilting it to look at Jay, “I had him!” 

Everyone laughed. 

“Oh!!” Heeseung finally spoke up, pointing a finger at Sunghoon, “You owe me one hundred dollars!!” 

“Huh?” Jay questioned. 

“They made a stupid ass bet,” Jake said, rolling his eyes, “Sunghoon lost.” 

“I wouldn’t have if someone didn’t storm off.” Sunghoon snapped, whipping around in the seat to look at Jake, earning a middle finger from Jake. 

“Wasn’t going to let him continue touching Y/N like that.” 

“Thank you,” Jay said, “For watching after my sister.” 

Jake nodded, “Someone had to.” 

You rolled your eyes and sent your elbow flying into his ribs. 

Turning your attention back to Jay, you shifted the ice and napkin up to take a look at the cuts on his hand, “It’ll be bruised for awhile, you hit him pretty hard.” 

Jay just nodded, eyes getting heavy. 

“Hey,” you tap his leg, “You okay?” 

Jay smiled with a laugh, “I’m so fucking hammered, surprised I sobered up enough to stop that fight.” 

You smiled sweetly at your brother, “Let’s get you to sleep once home.” 

—

After the night you had, all you wanted was to try out the hot tub. 

Once you and the guys got Jay into bed, you watched as they made their way into the spare room, the door closing. 

You did get into bed, but the jitters from the fight still haunted you. And what better way to get those jitters away than to try out the brand-new hot tub? 

You quickly changed into your dark blue bikini, slipping sweatpants and a sweatshirt over your body, and quickly but quietly made your way down the stairs, into the laundry closet to grab a towel and into the kitchen, carefully unlocking and sliding the glass door open and shut. 

Turning the hot tub and pulled the cover off and the lights lit up the porch, and watched the bubbles start to form. You dropped the towel onto the table and slid out of your sweats, the cold immediately touching your skin. 

You tied your hair back into a tight bun and quickly jumped over the steps and slid your body into the warmth. 

You released a soft ahhh as the water warmed your body. 

You laid your head back onto the pillow at your seat, closing your eyes and moving your arms back and forth. 

No wonder your parents wanted a hot tub, this shit was relaxing as hell. 

The sound of the sliding glass door opening scared you, making you quickly sit up and whip around. Your eyes nearly rolled out of your sockets from how hard you rolled them. 

“Hello to you too,” Jake said snarkly, “What are you even doing up?” 

You turned back around, “Can say the same about you.” 

Jake wasn’t expecting anyone to be in the hot tub, he wanted to be alone and get out of the spare room for a few hours. After tonight a relaxing time in the hot tub sounded amazing. 

He was probably the last person you wanted to be around, yet he also couldn’t help but feel happy knowing you were also here. 

“Am I allowed to get in or??” 

You looked back over at him, giving a small nod, “Yeah, that’s fine. You’re already out here.” 

The corner of Jake’s lips curled, dropping the towel next to yours. 

His hands found the ends of his sweatshirt, pulling it up and over his body. 

You felt your face flush. Feeling as if you just saw the work of a God. 

You knew he worked out, his whole physique was proof of that. But seeing shirtless was a whole new level. 

Your eyes wandered from his chest down to his abs. Yeah, he was sculpted by the gods. 

Jake looped his fingers in his sweatpants, giving a small smirk at you staring, “Staring problem?” 

You quickly made eye contact with him, then shifted yourself back around, “No.” 

He softly laughed, dropping his sweatpants to the ground and climbing into the hot tub. 

“I am so glad I brought my swimming shorts.” 

You watched as he sat across from you, his legs sliding down beside yours. 

“Did you just, randomly pack swimming shorts?” you asked, raising an eyebrow. 

Jake laid his arms out against the top of the tub, sinking himself lower in, “Yeah. Always have to be prepared.” 

You narrowed your eyes, “It’s the middle of winter.” 

Jake chuckled, “Heeseung’s family has a heated pool. Figured we would go use it at some point during this trip.” 

All you could do was nod. You’ve only ever been to the Lee household during birthday parties for Heeseung as kids. Guess the heated pool came around after you stopped hanging around them. 

Everything went silent. It was awkward, both of you knew that. You both went from staying clear of each other the best you could to sitting across from each other alone. 

“I’m sorry.” 

Huh. 

You looked at him with confusion, “Why?” 

Jake sat up, leaning forward, and wrapped his arms around himself, “For starting a fight with Yeonjun in front of you. For him talking about you the way he did.” 

“Jake,” you also leaned forward, placing your hand on his knee, “You were just defending me, there’s nothing wrong with that. My brother would beat the shit out of you for even apologizing for it.” 

Jake scoffed, “The fight wouldn’t have happened in the first place if I didn’t lose my cool.” 

“You aren’t…wrong…” You studied him. You’ve known Jake basically his whole life, you know his mannerisms and tell by his body language that he was truly deeply sorry, that’s one thing that has never changed about him, “Just don’t be sorry. You were defending me.” 

Jake nodded, his eyes finding a corner of the tub, watching as the bubbles pop, then softly laughed, “Sorry I cock blocked you, that wasn’t cool of me.” 

You let out a small giggle, “Yeah, you really did cock block me,” you let out a sigh, “Too bad he ended up being an asshole, really wanted to have a good fuck.” 

“Fuck me then,” Jake said softly. 

All you could do was look at him, not being able to tell if he was serious or not. 

“Funny joke.” 

“I’m not joking, Y/N.” 

The whole reason you wanted to go out and gain a hookup was to release the sexual frustration that you had for the man sitting in front of you. But now that said man is straight up asking you to fuck him. 

“You said we can’t be doing this, my brother—“

“I don’t care,” Jake moved forward, reaching his hand out and grabbing your waist, pulling you back over to him and in his lap. 

His hands squeezed your thighs on either side of him, his forehead connecting to yours, “I can’t take it anymore. The way you’ve been teasing me…After seeing the way Yeonjun was undressing you with his eyes…the way he was touching you.” 

His length grew hard underneath you, his hands sliding up to the strings of your bikini bottoms, gripping them tightly. 

Jake thought he could survive these two weeks, thought he was stronger, and that the respect and bond he had with Jay was strong enough to keep him away. Unfortunately, your hold on him was stronger. 

“I want you, so bad,” he whispered, his hot breath hitting your lips. 

You placed your hands on his shoulders, “I want you too…” 

You did. Oh god did you want him badly. But how could you betray your brother's rules? He’d kill you both. 

Jake pulled at the strings of your bottoms slightly, “Just give me the word, and I’ll fuck you so good I swear it.” 

Oh, fuck it.

You nodded, “Jaeyun, please.” 

And that line got crossed. 

Jake’s lips connected to yours, kissing you with such passion and need, like he’s been wanting for this his entire life. 

His fingers pulled at both sides of strings, your bottoms completely coming undone and him pulling them away from your body to float off somewhere in the hot tub. 

His tongue invades your mouth, twisting the muscle around yours letting soft and quiet moans release into your mouth. 

You rolled your hips against him, sliding your folds against his clothed length as your fingers got tangled up in his hair. 

Jake squeezed your hips, pushing you down harder onto him, bucking his hips up in motion with yours. 

You released your mouth from his, a string of saliva connected to your mouths, “I need you, Jake, please.” 

His hands left your hips and flew to his shorts, his fingers pulling at the strings. You, being impatient, looped your fingers into his shorts, helping him pull them down. 

“Fuck baby, that needy for my cock?” 

You nodded, watching as his shorts went down at his thighs, his thick length now resting against his abdomen. 

Taking his cock in your hands, you slowly pumped him. 

Jake’s hand went back to your waist, biting his lips. Fuck your hand feels so good against his cock, it was everything he ever imagined and more. 

Jake lifted you, letting you adjust him to your fuck hole, lining him up perfectly. 

“You ready, baby?” Jake asked, wanting one last form of permission from you before crossing the line even further behind the return. 

You nodded, slowly sliding yourself down onto him. 

You both groan out at the feeling of him bottoming out, the sensation already sending Jake over the edge. He could cum right now just from bottoming out. 

You rolled your hips slowly to help get adjusted to his size, hands gripping his broad shoulders as you slowly picked up your pace. 

Jake’s mouth connected back to yours as you rode him. bucking his hips up at the same motion as you. 

“Fucckkkk, you’re so tight, baby. Taking my dick so good, oh fuck.” 

You picked up the pace, his dick hitting your g-spot perfectly. 

Jake’s brain was going fuzzy, the sensation of his dick buried deep in your cunt was sending him to another world. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…” Jake slid his hands up to the string of your top, fingers gripping them tightly along with your skin, fingers digging in as he slid them back down your back, his hips bucking up harder into you. 

You moaned out a little too loud, Jake’s lips reattaching to your lips, “Shhh, baby, you need to stay quiet.” 

You nodded, biting down on your lips to suppress your sounds as you continued to slide his dick in and out of you…in and out, in and out. 

Jake knew he would cum soon, that knot in his stomach threatening to snap and the twitch of his dick. 

Then your pussy tightened around him, your own high approaching. 

“I’m…cumming soon,” you whispered, digging your nails into his shoulders. 

“Yeah, baby?” He slid his hand down to your heat, thumb rubbing circles on your clit, “Wanna cum?” 

“Please.” You begged, throwing your head back as your legs got weaker, biting down on your tongue as the knot snapped. 

“That’s it, pretty girl, make a mess all over my cock.” 

You fell forward, resting your head against his, his hands squeezing your hips tightly as he fucked into you, the overstimulation making you dizzy along with the heat from the water. 

“Jake…” 

“I know baby girl,” he whispered, locking his jaw at the knot and getting close to releasing, “Fuck, I’m cumming, I’m cumming.” 

With a groan, he pumped his seed against your walls riding out his high. 

Jake wrapped his arms around you, resting his forehead against your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses on your skin. 

You tangled your fingers in his hair and let out a sigh, “Jay is going to kill us both.” 

Jake chuckled, “Yeah, but only if he finds out.” 

You both took a moment to catch your breaths, your hands releasing from his hair and sliding down his neck, your fingers stopping at the chain of his necklace. A beautiful large double link pendant.

Jake noticed your eyes at his neck, “It’s pretty, right?” he said between deep breaths.

You nodded, twisting the metal between your fingers.

He lifted his hands from your sides, reaching behind him and unattaching the clasp, removing it from his body and moving it to yours, the double links dropping at your collar bones.

“Jake, no, I can’t take this!” you went to take the necklace off, “This was probably very expensive!”

Jake grabbed your hands, sliding them back around his neck, “It’s yours now, a beautiful necklace for a very beautiful woman. Keep it.”

Your heart was racing, your stomach filled with butterflies at the way he smiled and looked at you.

“It looks better on you anyway baby,” Jake wraps one arm back around you, his free hand cupping your jaw and pulling you in for a kiss.

—

Jake had to admit, that seeing you walking around with his necklace around your neck drove him insane. 

It was like his own way of marking you without physically having to do it. 

You plopped down onto the couch next to Heeseung, the necklace sitting beautifully against your collarbones. 

Oh, did Jake want his lips on your neck right now. 

“Damnit!” Sunghoon shouted, tossing the Nintendo Controller onto the coffee, “Why are you so damn good?!” 

Heeseung raised a brow, “It’s Mario Kart??? It doesn’t take skill??” 

Jay patted his back, “At least you aren’t last place, like someone sitting in the corner over there,” 

And then all eyes went to Jake.

“Oh, fuck off!” he snapped, “I don’t play Mario Kart!” 

You smiled at your friends, eyes connecting with Jake’s. 

He gave you his flirty smile, eyes leaving yours, and went back to the TV as the next race started. 

You couldn’t take your eyes off him. Last night in the hot tub replayed in your mind on a loop. The way his hands felt against your skin, how his lips fit perfectly to yours. How his cock felt…You couldn’t help but wonder if he went to bed last night too with his brain flooding of you. 

And he did. 

Having sex with you was everything Jake imagined it to be. It was actually BETTER than he imagined it. To finally feel you wrapped around his cock and hear your pretty moans in his ears. Oh, it was heaven. 

The only issue now is…well…he wants more. So much more. 

He spent most of his time last night after the hot tub sex thinking the next moment he’d be able to fuck you. Thinking how he’d be able to get you alone long enough or even have the opportunity to get you alone. 

Another problem is, that those chances are slim. 

You lifted the collar of your hoodie over your neck, not wanting to chance your brother, or really anyone, seeing Jake’s necklace. 

You both crossed a line and now have to deal with the secret of it. 

The sound of the washing machine went off, telling you your laundry was finished. 

You quickly jumped from the couch. 

“What are we doing for lunch?” Jay finally said, “Y/N? What do you think?

You stopped halfway out of the living room, turning back to look at your brother, “Why not just order takeout?” 

Jay shrugged, “Guys?” 

As the boys discussed lunch, you finished your walk back to the laundry room. 

By the time you transferred your wet clothes into the dryer, Jake walked in, “Is the washer open now?” 

You gave him a nod, closing the dryer door and turning it on. 

“What did you decide for lunch?” you asked, leaning against the dryer. 

Jake shoved his dirty clothes into the washing machine, “We decided on takeout like you suggested.” 

You nodded, “Nice, I’ll go tell Jay what I want.” 

You barely were out of the room when Jake’s hand wrapped around your wrist. 

He pulled you back, leaning you back against the dryer, “Stay, please.” 

Jake’s free hand gripped the door, barely leaving it open a crack. 

Before you could ask him anything else, his hands cupped your face, his lips crashing to yours. 

You kissed him back, your hands pulling at his jacket, bringing him closer to you. 

Jake has been waiting since watching you walk up those stairs last night to kiss you again. To feel you pressed to him again. 

With one last passionate kiss, he rests his forehead against yours, “Jay already knows your order, no need to leave.” 

It was true your brother knew your food orders, which was all you needed to stay in place even after Jake removed himself from you to finish starting his laundry. 

Once the washer was started, he leaned against it beside you, crossing his arms, “Can I ask you something?” 

You nudged his arm, “Yes, of course! We’ve known each other for our whole lives, you can ask me anything.” 

“Can I sneak up to your room tonight?” 

It was a simple question, yet it was enough to make your heart stop. He bit the inside of his mouth, anxiously waiting for your answer. 

His question was proof that last night wasn’t a one-time thing. And honestly, you wouldn’t mind it. If Jay’s bedroom wasn’t right beside yours. 

“Jake,” you whispered, peeking your eyes between the cracked door, “You know his bedroom is right beside mine, right? And my parents' room down the hall?” 

Jake shrugged, “And? That’s the point of sneaking into your room like we are teenagers.” 

You tried to not laugh, looking away from him and his goofy grin. 

“Come onnnn baby,” he teased, pulling you to his chest, “Let me shove that pretty face of yours face down into your pillows while I fuck you so good from behind.” 

He slid his hands down to your ass, squeezing the fat while he pressed his hard length against you, his lips finding your neck, “Wanna fuck you so hard and watch my necklace bounce against your pretty collarbones.”

You were melting under his touch. Folding so hard for him. He makes your heart race faster than anyone else ever has. 

“Please…” you softly moaned, hoping he heard you over the sounds of the machines. 

He did. Hearing you beg for him to fold you like an omelet later tonight was turning him on so badly. He thrust his cock harder against you. 

“Get on your knees, baby,” Jake whispered into your ear, sending chills down your spine. 

You dropped down with no hesitation, hands already reaching for the buttons of his jeans, helping him slide them down along with his boxers in one motion. 

Your mouth watered at the sight of his hard cock resting against his abdomen. 

Jake stroked himself, watching how undone you’re already becoming for him, “Such a good girl for me. Put your hands on my thighs, and stick that pretty tongue out.” 

You did what you were told, hands resting against his toned thighs, tongue sliding out of your mouth. 

“Fuck…” 

He placed the tip onto your tongue, immediately wrapping the muscle around him, taking him completely in your mouth. 

Jake groaned, his hands gripping the edges of the washing machine and praying his knees wouldn't fail him now. 

You bobbed your head, tongue licking up his shaft all the way to the top, spreading his precum and mixing it with your saliva. 

Lifting your hand from his thigh, you wrapped it around his length, following the motions as your mouth. 

Fuck you were sucking him off so good. His mind went cloudy, the only thing he focused on was how fucking good your mouth felt. 

Jake pulled your long hair into a ponytail, wrapping the locks between his fingers and giving it a tight pull. 

You moaned against him, the vibrations sending gasping out of his mouth, his hips fucking forward, “Oh, fuck…Y/N, fuck.” 

Jake pulled your hair slightly harder, not wanting to hurt you, his dick hitting the back of your throat as he fucked your mouth. 

Your hands found his thighs again, fingers digging into his skin. You were losing yourself against his cock, knowing full well your panties were soaked. 

You looked up at him, seeing how much of a mess he was. Pupils were blown out, mouth opened, chest heaving. 

Who knew you could make such a mess of him? 

“Sucking me off so good, Y/N. I’m…fuck I’m, I’m gonna cum.” 

You stuck your tongue out further, giving him more access to the back of your throat as he continued to face fuck you until his warm load shot down your throat. 

“Clench your lips,” he whispered between breaths. You did as you were told, him slowly sliding his dick from your lips, “Swallow and show me.” 

You gulped it down, opening your mouth wide with your tongue sticking out, showing him the proof. 

Jake smirked, using your hair that was still wrapped around his hands to pull you back up to your feet, “Such a dirty girl, only for me, ya?” 

You nodded, licking the side of your lips.

He gave you one final kiss, then pulled his boxers and jeans back over his hips. 

The laughter from your brother and friends from the living room filled the house while they cheered over their video games. 

Jake’s fingers adjusted his necklace on your neck, fingers rubbing up to your jaw, his heart did flips seeing how you stared back at him with your fucked out lips. 

“Let’s go back, can’t let them get too suspicious.” 

Jake watched as you left, carrying your laundry basket quickly up the stairs to your room. 

He leaned back against the washing machine, hand clenching his shirt, feeling the rush of his heartbeat. 

Oh, he’s in deep trouble. 

—

Jake’s promise to fuck you face down ass up was fulfilled. Yours and his clothes scattered all over the floor of your room. Your moans being muffled out by your pillows and Jake’s hand at the back of your head shoving your face deeper into the fabric. It was the best you’ve ever been fucked. 

Your bed felt empty after Jake snuck right back out your door and went back downstairs. 

You were scared tonight would be the last, but fortunately for you, it wasn’t. 

The following night he quietly knocked on your door before quickly slipping in and crawling into bed with you. 

This went on for the rest of the week. The two of you finding time throughout the day to have a quick make-out session just for him to crawl into your bed at night. 

But it wasn’t always the rough sex you’d have. One night Jake cuddled you until you fell asleep before quietly exiting your bedroom. One night he held you in his arms listening to you talk about your classes back at college and the friends you had. One night he laid his head against your chest, listening to the sweet sound of your breathing and heartbeat. And then, oh god that night, it wasn’t rough sex or even a good fuck. He made love to you. 

He hovered over you, one hand gently cupping your face as he squeezed your leg that was wrapped around his waist. Soft and slow thrusts were completely turned on just from being with each other and the feeling of skin-to-skin contact. How softly he’d kiss you and tell you how pretty you are. How lucky he was to have you in his life. 

That’s the night you completely folded. You fell in love with him. It wasn’t about the sex anymore. It was about him. About the man you’ve known your whole life, that you grew with and watched him become who he is today. 

Your feelings for him ran deep. 

The secret meet-ups during the day turned into playful kisses, him wrapping you up in his arms and hugging you tightly. 

You were really screwed. 

The final week of vacation was half over and Jake was dreading the finale. He wasn’t ready to leave you yet. Wasn’t ready to let you go. Knowing damn well the minute you go your separate ways he would lose his goddamn mind. 

All because of Jay’s rules. All because of the fucking “off limits”. 

You and Sunghoon made lunch for everyone, giving your brother a day off from cooking. 

Since you weren’t the best cook, ramen was on the menu. 

You prepared the noodles and broth while Sunghoon prepared the meat. 

“You guys both know that if this ramen turns out like shit it won’t be me beating your asses right?” your brother teased, his eyes looking between Jake and Heeseung. 

“Yeah yeah fuck off,” Sunghoon rolled his eyes, “We know the ramen lovers will lose their shits. They’ll survive.” 

“Hey now,” Jake snipped, turning around to face his friend, “I am so serious about my ramen!” 

Heeseung agreed, high-fiving Jake, “We don’t fuck around when it comes to our ramen.” 

You finished up two bowls, rolling your eyes as you set the first fresh bowls in front of the ramyeonz, “You both are so annoying!” 

“They are, aren’t…they.” Jay’s eyes fixated on the necklace around your neck. He barely noticed it with the way your sweatshirt covered it. But when you bent down just right to put the bowls in front of Heeseung and Jake, it became noticeable. 

If it weren’t for Heeseung sitting to his left, and Jake sitting in front of him, Jay wouldn’t have clocked the necklace as suspicious and went on about his day. 

But the necklace looked familiar, and all it took was Jay’s eyes to wander to his best friend, no longer seeing the silver chain sitting against his neck. 

“Can’t believe I’ve spent my whole life stuck with annoying boys like you!” You teased them, earning a middle finger from Heeseung and Jake scoffing out an “whatever” trying to shove you playfully but missing as you were too quick to back away. 

“We are men! And you totally love us!” Heeseung said with a mouthful of ramen, “Doesn’t she Jake? We are the extra brothers you didn’t ask for.” 

Jay clocked the look on Jake’s face, the awkward smile he had, and the way he was hesitant to answer, “Y-yeah. Of course.” 

“We are stuck with you just as much as you’re stuck with us,” Sunghoon added, “Get over it.” 

You elbowed him, “Whatever Hoon!” his smile and laugh causing your own to form. These boys were truly dear to your heart, and it took years of being away from all four of them to realize how deeply you did miss them. Especially your brother. 

Jay kept quiet most of lunch, his eyes wandering back and forth between you and Jake. Taking mental notes of everything in the small details. 

How you look at him, how he looks at you. How you sat beside him at the table when you usually sit beside Jay or Sunghoon. The little graze of Jake’s hand ran across your ass as he walked past you while you and Heeseung cleaned the dishes, causing you to scrunch your nose at him, thinking no one noticed. 

You all went grocery shopping to refill the food in your parent's cabinets and fridge, Jay taking notes on how Jake was always right behind you or straying not too far from you. Jay was hoping he was overthinking, that maybe the two of you got closer after the bar fight last week, but something didn’t sit right with Jay. 

He lay in his bed staring up at the ceiling that night, the sight of Jake’s necklace suddenly appearing around your neck. 

Jay shoved his face into his pillow, trying to chase after the sleep he deeply needed and wanted, wanting to forget everything and give his best friend the benefit of the doubt, to trust the bond they had and the rules that were set. 

That was until he heard your bedroom door opening and quickly shutting right after. 

Jake spreads your legs and wraps them around his waist as he bottoms out, one hand flying to cover your mouth as he fucks into you fast and deep. 

Both of you became a cumming mess. 

You pulled your shorts over your hips and Jake’s tee shirt that you stole from his clean laundry over your head. 

After Jake had his boxers over his hips, he playfully pulled you down onto your bed, his face cuddling up into your neck, “I don’t think I ever could get enough of your pussy.” 

You wrap your arms around his bare back, drawing small infinity eights, “And I don’t think I ever could get enough of your dick.” 

You felt him smile against your skin, “At least we are on the same page.” 

Jake could get so high off the sex you have, it was addicting, his own personal drug. 

His heartbeat fastened due to the thought of being away from you. Deciding now was a better time than any to bring up the topic. 

Jake sat up, his hand resting at your hip, “Y/N, can-“ 

Before Jake could get another word out, your worst fear came to fruition. 

The door opened with such force, your brother standing in the doorway, jaw locked tightly and fists clenched. 

“I fucking knew it!” 

Your heart stopped, quickly sitting up, trying to find the right words. 

Jake sat up behind you, “Jay, bro, listen to me,” 

“There isn’t a DAMN thing to listen to!” Jay yelled, turning on his heels.

“JAY!!” Jake yelled back, jumping from your bed and quickly sliding back into his sweatpants, pulling his shirt over his head as he followed your brother down the stairs, “Man stop we need to talk!!” 

You finally found the will to move, climbing out of your bed and rushing down the stairs at the right moment of Sunghoon and Heeseung running from the spare bedroom, confused looks piled onto their faces. 

“Will you listen to me!” Jake grabbed his friend's shoulder, Jay quickly whipped around and threw his hand off him. 

“Listen to you? Give me one goddamn reason why I should be listening to you right now?!” Jay snapped, getting into Jake’s face. 

“Woah! Woah!” Heeseung rushed over, pushing himself between them. 

“Because I am your best friend man!” Jake snapped back. 

“Yeah? My best friend?” Jay moved forward, Sunghoon now had to step in, pushing Jay back as Heeseung handled Jake, “My best friend wouldn’t be dicking down my little sister!!” 

Everyone in the room froze, Sunghoon and Heeseung making glances between each other, and then between Jay and Jake. 

Jake’s jaw locked, not wanting to say the wrong thing right now. 

You stood at the last step of the stairs, too scared to move. 

“I gave you one, ONE, rule. That she was off limits,” Jay’s eyes found you, “And you! I said no boys!” 

“Nah, man!” Jake finally spoke up, stepping in front of Jay’s line of sight, “This is between you and me. Leave her out of it.” 

“She betrayed me just as much as you did!” Jay scoffed, “How could you do this to me, man?” 

Jay relaxed his body as he leaned against the couch, Jake also relaxed, “Bro it just…it just happened.” 

That wasn’t the right thing to say, “How does it just “happen” Sim Jaeyun?! Huh?!” 

shit. 

Jake rolled his eyes, “Dude, I don’t know!” he threw his arms into the air, “It just did!”

“Stop lying!” Jay stood back up, “Stop fucking lying to me!” 

“Oh good FUCKING god! Why are you so protective over her?! She’s a grown-ass adult!” Jake ran his hand through his hair, “We aren’t kids anymore man!” 

“That doesn’t change the fact that she’s my everything!! From the moment she was born, I promised I was going to protect her from everyone! including you.” 

Jake chuckled, “Protect her from what?!” 

“From her getting hurt!” 

“I wouldn’t do that!” 

“What’s so different with her then huh?” Jay stepped forward, Sunghoon placing his hand on his chest, “What’s so different dicking down the girls in chem class and my sister, hmm? You’re such a play—“

“I am in love with her.” Jake spat out. 

The room fell silent, confusion not only on Jay’s face but your own. 

“What?” 

“I’m in love with her, man,” Jake sighed with a shake of his head, “I’ve always been in love with her. Even as kids, I…I always had this ache in my heart, never understanding what it was, and because of your stupid ass rule…I was never able to figure it out.” 

Jay relaxed himself back against the couch, eyes staring holes into the floor. 

Jake continued, “Yeah I might have been a stupid ass playboy and completely forgot about your sister and what she meant to me but good god, the minute she stepped foot into this house…” Jake turned and looked at you, “Everything I felt all those years ago became clear.”

Jay looks up at you, the hardness that once sat in his eyes a second ago was gone, nothing sat there except soft sadness. 

“Yes, I’ll admit, I had sex with your sister at first to release the sexual frustration, but the moment it happened…I was done for.” 

Jake placed his hands on your face, his forehead touching yours, “She’s everything to me too, Jay.” 

Jay let out a sigh, “What about you, stink? What’s your side?” 

You remove yourself from Jake, walking around him and standing in front of your older brother, “I love him,” Jay rolled his eyes, staring back down at the floor, “But I love you too!! Jongseong, you’re my everything too. You’re the best big brother I could have ever asked for, you’ve done your job protecting me.” 

Jay looked at you with glossed-over eyes, “Why him? Why out of everyone, one of my best friends?” 

You shrugged, “It just happened that way.” 

You stepped closer to him, pulling him into a hug, he gave in and hugged you tightly back. 

“I am deeply and truly sorry that everything happened this way. I didn’t want to hurt you.” 

Jay knew that, deep down he knew this wasn’t what either you or Jake wanted. That this was something that just kinda happened. And he has to accept it. 

Jake appears at your side, having you step away, pulling Jay into another hug, “I won’t hurt her. I promise. I’d die first before I’d ever do that.” 

Jay sighed, also giving into Jake and hugging him back, “Hurt her and it’s your funeral I am planning.” 

Jake chuckled, slapping his best friend on the back, “No problem there buddy.” 

Jay pushed Jake away, “Okay, let’s all go back to bed. I am sure we already disturbed my parents enough.” 

You let out a yawn, exhaustion sweeping over you. 

Heeseung and Sunghoon walked towards the spare room and you up the stairs, Jake following behind you. 

“Uhhh nah,” Jay snapped his fingers, pushing Jake towards the spare room, “You ain’t going back up there.” 

“Come on dude.” Jake groaned. 

“No, I’m sleeping in front of her door.” Jay pointed at the two others, “Make sure he doesn’t leave the room.”’

You rolled your eyes and continued up the stairs, “You all are really actually annoying.” 

—

You sat at the kitchen table, peeling the potatoes for tonight's dinner, watching as the four boys and your dad stood outside in the cold grilling the meats. 

Your mom stood behind you at the island, tossing the salad. Her careful eyes studied you, “Want to talk about it, my sweet daughter?”

You turned and faced her, “Talk about what?” 

She gives you a soft smile, “About the reason your brother was screaming last night.” 

You sighed, turning back around to continue peeling the potatoes, “You and dad heard everything?” 

Your mother sat down beside you, taking the peeler and potato out of your hands, forcing you to face her. 

“Honey, your brother is a very vocal person when he’s upset. It scared us half to death.” 

She held your hands, her thumbs circling your palms, “Why didn’t you come and stop the fight?” 

She sighs, looking outside at your father, “We wanted to, but your father said it was best for you guys to handle it. It was a matter we couldn’t step into.” 

You understood that, everyone here is grown adults, your parents stepping in probably more than likely wouldn’t have helped anyway. 

You followed your mother's gaze outside, watching as your brother flipped over the steak with dad right beside him. Jake sorted the raw meat into separate plates, handing them off to Jay to be grilled while Heeseung and Sunghoon helped cut the cooked meat into pieces. 

Your eyes lingered on Jake, watching as he said something to Jay, your brother smiling wide and shoving Jake. That made you happy at least, knowing that your betrayal didn’t completely shatter their friendship. 

“Y/N, you love him, don’t you sweetheart?” 

You nodded, the tears swelling up in your eyes, “Momma I love him so much. But the fact Jay caught us the way he did is eating me alive. The last thing I wanted to do was see that betrayal and hurt in my brother's eyes.” 

“Y/N, can I tell you a little story?” 

You nodded, looking back at her. She wiped the tears off your face and squeezed your hand, “You want to know why your brother started that rule in the first place?” 

You nodded again. 

“It was Jongseong’s tenth birthday party, and Jaeyun just returned from visiting Australia, you remember that?” 

You slightly nodded, trying to recall the memory. Jake would disappear to the land of kangaroos at least once or twice a year growing up. Narrowing down specifically when this is in this situation would be hard to pinpoint. 

“Well, Jaeyun brought back gifts, not just for you know, your brother, Heeseung and Sunghoon, but one for you.” 

The memory completely came back to you. Jake brought you back a small keychain with a baby joey and your name on it. You had that keychain on your school backpack for a couple of years until you lost it. 

“I remember, Jay was irritated with me that day and I couldn’t figure out why, I was only nine.”

Your mother nodded, “It was the first, and last time may I add, that Jaeyun ever brought you back a gift.” she softly laughed at the memory, “Little Jaeyun handed your brother his birthday gift and souvenir, giving Heeseung and Sunghoon theirs, then he rushed away from the picnic table looking for you. That little keychain was in his hands until it was placed into your hands. Oh, was your brother upset.” 

“So he was jealous that I also got a gift?” You raised your brow, glancing back outside at your brother, jealousy was never something he had or even showed. 

“That’s what we thought it was at first, just Jongseong being jealous that his baby sister also got a gift on his birthday. Your dad tried calming him down for a good twenty minutes.” 

Jay and Jake started to play fighting outside, running further into the yard as your dad just laughed and took a sip of his beer bottle. 

“After your dad got him calmed down, we were finally able to talk to him about why it upset him, and you know what he said?” 

You looked back at your mom, waiting for the answer. 

“That you were too young for a boyfriend,” you rolled your eyes, of course he said that. Even as a child at the age of ten, he wanted you nowhere near other boys, “We had to explain to him that just because Jaeyun brought you back a gift, didn’t mean he likes you. But your brother wasn’t having any of it, kept saying over and over that the look Jaeyun gave you said otherwise. Then he told your father no one would be good enough for his little sister, that you were a prize that could never be won. So he came up with his rules. His friends were told you were now off limits, specifically to Jaeyun. And then he told you no boys.” 

Your heart melted, knowing that Jay’s rules were always just a way to protect you, that he held you on such a high pedestal to the point no male would ever be good enough for you in his eyes. That you did indeed deserve so much. 

“Obviously, your brother didn’t want you dating his friends, it would have been weird, mostly with how close the five of you were growing up. But your father and I figured he would have eventually let it go.” 

You shrugged, making eye contact with Jay, he gave you a small smile before returning back to the grill after his play fight with Jake, “But you know, mom, I am grateful for his rules. He has helped me get out of so many terrible relationships and helped me see my worth.” 

Your mom pulled you into a hug, “He loves you so much. You two are truly blessed to have each other as siblings.” 

You agreed, no one will ever compare to your brother. 

Your mom pulled back, rubbing your shoulders before standing up and going back to the island, “I always secretly wanted you to get with one of them.” 

“Mother!” you snapped, “Huh?!”

“What?” She smiled, “Heeseung, Jake, and Sunghoon have always been good kids. I practically raised them! If any boy would be good enough for my daughter it would be one of them. Just funny how the person who created the whole reason the rules came into place is the same one who took your heart.” 

You had to admit, it was funny. No wonder Jay literally lost his bonkers last night, questioning you on why Jake. 

“Treat him well, Y/N. And give your brother some time to get over it. He’s strong, and he will get over it. Don’t beat yourself up or let it affect your relationship with Jake.” 

Your mother was right. But you still can’t help but feel a bit guilty. Jay deserved the truth from the beginning. 

—

The rest of the week went by in a flash. And turns out you really had nothing to worry about with Jake and Jay. 

The two boys moved on like it didn’t happen, that their friendship was never on the line to begin with. 

Jay even was being his normal self to you. 

Dinner last night Jake sat beside you and even put his arm around you, and Jay didn’t even bat an eye. 

It felt…different. You and Jake went from secretly hiding around to holding hands, hugging you any moment he could, and weren’t afraid to sit close to you. The only thing he secretly did was when he wanted to kiss you. Which you understood. 

Jake still snuck into your room as well. That didn’t change. But the final night at the house, Jay straight up told him to spend any final moments with you. 

Unfortunately, the night went by too quickly. You woke up in Jake’s arms, the only thing that could be heard was the sounds of his soft breathing and his heartbeat in your ear. 

Jay’s alarms went off in his room, then the sound of his feet shuffling against the floor. You knew it was time to get up. 

You got Jake up, sending him downstairs to pack and get ready. 

Time was flying too fast, and soon enough your parents stood on the front porch, hugging each of you goodbye. 

“Please come back home soon!” Your mother whined, tears staining her face, “I miss you both already!” She pulled you and Jay into a hug. 

You fought back your tears, and you could tell your brother was too. 

Your parents hugged the other boys as well, telling them to not be strangers and stop by anytime they come home or to even come back when Jay does. 

But then the moment you wanted to shove away came, saying goodbye to Jake. 

You hugged Heeseung, “Keep in touch kiddo!” he said with a pat on your head, “Stay out of trouble.” 

“I think you’re the one who needs to stay out of trouble, Hee.” You pinched his arm, then moved on to Sunghoon, “You too! I heard all about your party shenanigans!” 

Sunghoon playfully shoved you, “As if!” and then pulled you into a hug. 

Jay was next. 

“C'mere stinks.” Jay pulled you into a tight hug, “Thank you for agreeing to spend the rest of your time with us.” 

You nodded against his shoulder, “I’m so glad you convinced me.” 

Jay gave you one last tight squeeze before releasing you, “Love ya, please stay safe and talk often, ya?” 

“Of course.” 

He gave you one last smile, before his eyes lifted over behind you, “And keep him in check, ya? I can’t do it on my own.”

You turned behind you just in time to see Jake roll his eyes, “Dude, I keep myself in check.” 

You patted his arm, “Sure you do babe, it’s okay.”

Everyone had their laughs except for Jake who rolled his eyes once again. “I hate you all.” 

“Whatever, go say your goodbyes so we can leave,” Jay said, shooing you away. 

Jake followed you to your car, his hands settling on your waist as he pulled your body to his, leaving no space in between. “I’m not ready to leave you yet.” 

“I don’t want to leave you either, Jake.” 

He really wasn’t ready to leave you yet, wasn’t ready to be apart, “Why did you choose a college so far away?” 

You gigged, “Because at the time it’s where I wanted to be.” 

“Transfer. Come be with me.” 

You smiled at him, cupping his face, “I’ll think about it.” 

Jake shook his head, sticking his tongue out at you, “Don’t tease me.” 

You touched his forehead to yours, “I’ll miss you, so much.” 

Oh, now Jake wanted to cry, “God knows how badly I’ll miss you too.” 

He pulled you even closer, lips connecting to yours. 

Jake kissed you like you were about to disappear from his grasp. Like the universe was going to rip you away from him. 

Your cherry chapstick filled his senses and made his head spin, oh the things he’d do and the crimes he’d commit to always get a taste of your lips. 

“Hey!!” Jay shouted from his car, his head hanging out the driver's side window, Heeseung and Sunghoon also peeking out their windows, “You gonna keep making out with my little sister or we gonna hit the road? She’s got a longer drive than us!” 

Jake laughed against your lips, head turning to his friend, “If you’re going to give me a choice then…” 

“Hurry up!” Jay snapped with a laugh. 

“Go,” you said, “You’ll see me soon.” 

Jake placed one final kiss on your lips, pulling away as he walked backward towards Jay’s car. 

“I love you!” Jake shouted freely, finally happy to say those three words he’d been holding back. 

“I love you too!!” You shouted back. 

“Call me when you’re back in your dorm!” 

You nodded, climbing into your car. Jake got into the back of Jay’s car, letting out a sigh. 

“Missing your girlfriend already?” Heeseung teased. 

“Man,” Jake shook his head, “Shut up.” 

Jay took off down the street, slouching down into the seat, “Don’t worry, man.” 

Jake slung his head back onto the seat, staring out the window, “How can I not?” 

Jay looked into the rearview mirror, “I already have a plan to convince her to transfer.” Jake smiled, “If I can convince her to come home for two weeks, I can convince her to transfer. It’s already in motion.” 

Jake sat up, slapping his friend on the shoulder, “My man!” 

Jay knew he had to get used to seeing Jake with you, and he already could imagine the pain you both would feel being apart. Plus, having you around more often wouldn’t be a bad idea. It would be just like when you were all kids. 

Jake sat back down in the seat, his smile never fading with thoughts of you.

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Love!

the devil wears prada (sjy)

pairing: idol!jake x afab!reader

synopsis: As Sim Jaeyun stepped out of Prada’s after party, everyone ignored his goodbyes to the sea of paparazzis, because the buzz was about the lucky person who got to disheveled his hair. Jake’s honest answer for that was: the devil. And she for sure wears Prada.

my's note: i love how everyone saw Jake’s after-party photos and thought the same thing (i'm everyone). disheveled hair jake after-party prada that’s all. and i just realized i don’t know how to write a quickie lol enjoy <3 (please take into consideration this is a work of fiction, this doesn't represents the artist's image)

warnings: SMUT - so minors DO NOT interact!, protected sex, oral (f. receiving), cum eating, quickie but not really, public (?) bathroom sex, mirror sex, reader is quite dom with jake (i can't help myself), mention of alcohol. lmk if i missed something!

wc: 5.4k

NOT PROOFREAD.

taglist 💖: @yvnempire

The air was thick with the scent of luxury – champagne and expensive perfumes mingling with the buzz of the conversations in every corner of the room.

You had your back leaning against the marble counter of the bar, fingers nonchalantly tracing the edge of your vibrant drink and eyes drifting through the sea of people. Everyone was dressed to impress, each guest showcasing their creativity through Prada’s clothes, accessories and shoes.

Working in the fashion industry came with perks, and being invited to exclusive after-parties was undoubtedly the best one. So you weren’t a stranger to this world. The glamourist atmosphere, the music playing as a soft background, the dim lights casting a perfect blend of elegance and casualness over the place.

It made your body shiver with joy, fulfillment at its most filling your chest, as the surroundings seemed to confirm what you already knew: you were in the right place – your place.

Earlier, at the main event, you watched the showcase with sparkling eyes, recording specific moments to use later as inspiration for your own creativity process. You loved how free you could be with your ideas while doing your work, not to mention the possibility of adding tons of yourself to it. Some might call it an egoistic behavior, as if your job existed solely for your own satisfaction. But the creation was yours, so why shouldn’t the outcome be about you too?

You took another sip of your drink, your sharp gaze scanning the room.

As soon as you stepped at the after-party, many other designers and some artists approached to compliment both your visual and your work, and you confidently talked with them. Yet, coming not from one, but from a few of them, there was an underlying tone; their praises were not solely aimed at your outfit or your impeccable creations, but rather an attempt to carve a path to your heart – or, perhaps, under your dress.

You never denied you had a good appearance. Together with your sense of style and your fearless demeanor, you enchanted anyone who crossed your way. The badass woman aura you exhaled was almost palpable and extremely hot for those who watched – with heart and lustful eyes – as you passed by.

Despite the usual lingering intense gazes on you, far from feeling intimidated or even shy by them, there was one pair of eyes burning deeper, piquing your curiosity as you kept on searching for its owner. 

It was like you every motion was being captured by them, following you across the room, and no matter how many conversations you effortlessly maneuvered through, all you could feel was the constant, intense weight of the said gaze.

After one more drink and some uninterested noddings at the guy who took place near you at the bar, you finally found him.

Sitting on the middle sofas of the main room, drink in hand, together with his group, devil eyes staring at you shamelessly, biting his lip and looking extremely hot as doing so.

You quirked an eyebrow in his direction, not even bothering to follow the bla-bla-bla coming from the random guy anymore, his words sounding like nothing to you at that point.

Especially because the attractive man looking at you didn’t even flinch after getting caught, as if it was the purpose from the beginning. If anything, he deepened eye contact in a daring, cocky manner, almost challenging you to react over the tension that started to hang in the air between you two.

Unlucky to him, you weren’t the type to follow anyone’s lead but yours, so you simply let out a soft scoff, a smirk tugging at your lips as you deliberately took another sip of your drink without breaking the new unspoken game – the one you were sure you would win.

You observed closely how he drifted his gaze away from yours just to blatantly check you out, stopping on your bare thighs for a moment before doing the same on your exposed chest, the neckline of your dress giving the perfect bait for men like him.

He shifted on his seat, gulping and then assaulting his lower lip with his teeth once more, as if trying to contain himself from running all the way to you, just to undress you properly instead of keep on doing that with his glare. 

You would be lying if you said that his demeanor wasn’t helping to ignite the fire from your core to your entire body, skin heating with a hint of desire. Even so, you waited patiently.

The random designer talking to you was long gone already, though you barely noticed, unnecessarily engrossed in your little game.

With a subtle, innocent tilt of your chin, you motioned your head slowly as a signal, beckoning him to come closer, without breaking eye contact. The simple gesture caught him off guard; his confident atmosphere stumbling to keep itself up, eyes growing wide in surprise, and you found it irresistibly adorable.

The corner of your lips curled when he stood up after whispering something to one of his friends, who quickly glanced at you and then showed a small smile. You finished your drink as he made his way over, his steps relaxed, but his eyes avoiding yours. You almost chuckled at the endearing scene.

As he approached, you noticed how young he seemed to be, perhaps even younger than you. Not to mention his incredible inebriating fragrance and self beauty – the plump pink lips and the high bridge nose perfectly sculpted doing things to you.

“Hey,” he greeted, eyes straightaway dropping to your exposed neckline, lingering on the curve of your chest.

You leaned in just slightly, making sure he got a better view, batting your lashes with a sly smile. “Hey.”

Without asking for your preference, he ordered two drinks. You decided to let it slide for now – being surprised could be fun every now and then, and maybe accepting his drinks could be one of the keys to get something more.

“You’ve been turning heads all night.” He finally said after a while, the hot, aussie accent didn’t go unnoticed by you. Your body heat increased as an immediate response. 

As you tilted your head slightly, letting a small smile play on your lips, you smoothly replied with faux innocence. “Have I?”

“Mhm,” he nodded, thanking the bartender for the drink as he handed you one, oblivious of the rhetorical question. Your smile widened. “Can I know your name?”

“Y/N,” you politically extended your hand, eyes sharp on his face. His grip was hesitant, and the moment your fingers touched, an unexpected jolt of electricity shot through your body. You suppressed a slight shiver.

“Jake,” he introduced himself, caring little to nothing about showing how affected he got just by feeling your soft palm on his.

His breath hitched, getting caught on his throat as his eyes darkened. He couldn’t help but think about how your touch would feel elsewhere on his body.

The excitement flooded your chest instantly, you had to hold back yourself because you realized that if you wanted – and you so did – those perfect lips would be attached to yours in no time, and if you were lucky enough, they would be exploring other parts of your body as well.

“Nice meeting you, Jake.” You murmured, pronouncing his name with your most velvety voice, slowly pulling your hand away to grab your drink from the counter, sipping it.

Jake tracked your deliberate movements, wetting his slightly parted lips when he saw your red lipstick staining on the glass edge, utterly in disbelief he simply discovered someone who definitely came out from his wettest dreams, who would turn the smallest, innocent gesture into something sensual.

Even the simple act of blinking in his direction seemed meticulously calculated to make it hard to resist your advances, fueling the growing tightness inside his pants.

Not to mention how sexy his name rolled out of your beautifully tinted lips. 

Jake leaned his arms on the marble counter, turning his head to keep on watching you, as if your presence were an alluring, tempting show, happening right in front of his eyes just to damage his weak heart.

“I couldn’t stop looking at you.” He blurted out shamelessly, shattering the ‘cool’ facade he was trying to maintain under your intense gaze.

There was something about how sincere, seductive, and yet, desperate he sounded, as if his greatest longing in life was to have you right away. You were enjoying that guy so much so far. 

“I’ve noticed,” you chuckled with your eyes brimming with flirtation, shifting between his plush, kissable lips and his desire-filled orbs. “And are you planning to keep just looking?”

Jake blinked, momentarily taken aback with your quick and direct response. Although you had an obvious confident aura radiating through your pores, he definitely didn't expect you to be so straight to the point, thinking he would have to ease things a bit more.

And honestly? He found your vibe more exciting than he would like to admit. 

“I guess that depends on what you want,” he answered, voice dropping a tone, trying to match the energy you exuded.

Ignoring the chills running through your spine by his low murmur, you softly chuckled and leaned back against the bar, gaze still locked with his.

“Oh, Jake,” you teasingly cooed, grinning, with your voice dripping with amusement, “I always get what I want.”

It was visibly apparent how your words ignited something on his body, perking up in anticipation while his eyes deepened and his jaw clenched; if you looked close enough, you would see the slight bulge in his crotch area. 

Jake straightened his posture, finishing his drink in one go without breaking eye contact, hooded eyelids offering you the most magnetic sight you saw that night until that moment.

Then he leaned in closer, the tension between you two increasing with every heartbeat. “Meet me in the bathroom,” he whispered in your ear, a cocky smirk creeping onto his face.

As he walked towards the restroom area, his confident stride only added to the thrill. Men would be promising you the best night of your life just to leave you hanging and dealing with your situation alone. However, Jake seemed to exude an air of boldness blended perfectly with devotion, making a rush of anticipation bubbling in your core.

You let out a small laugh, not even caring about finishing your drink. The thrilling game had just started and you were so ready to play.

Jake’s lips tasted like heaven. And fancy liquor.

His hands were everywhere, but mainly on your ass and neck, his desperation evident by the way he pressed your back into the cold wall, sucking your lips as if his life depended on it.  

After following his traces, feigning indifference as best as you could to the open public, it took mere seconds before you felt his strong grasp on your hips guiding you into the bathroom – fortunately, they had private, separated spaces, making it easier for the two of you to steal as much privacy as the party allowed.

You could hear the muffled hum of the songs playing as a background, merging with the lewd sounds from the messy, hungry kiss you both shared and the soft groans rumbling from Jake’s throat as well.

Just minutes ago your plans were completely different; just some kisses and calling it a night, definitely not imagining things going further than that. However, the way Jake’s mouth skilfully moved against yours made you wonder how good it would feel in other places of your body, like in between your legs, and you just had to give it a chance.

“You taste so good,” he murmured, barely breaking the contact, lips already swollen and reddened due to your lipstick and your not so gentle bites. 

You hummed in response, unable to form proper words about how amazing of a job he was doing just by kissing you. 

Your fingers tangled in his silky brown hair, tugging without restraint because you quickly realized how much Jake liked it. He moaned, lips parting against yours with the intensity of the pull, your hazed gaze catching a quick glimpse of his eyes rolling back – an extremely devilish view.

Although stumbling a bit, Jake managed to easily place you at the edge of the sink’s counter by lifting you firmly gripping your thighs, the feeling alone making you wince as your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist for support.

The room seemed to shrink as your breaths quickened, the boiling sensation bubbling in your stomach as you anticipated for more of his intense, heated, passionate touches. 

Jake, just as breathless, decided to assault the flesh of your neck and exposed collarbone, getting drunk on your scent and softness as he did so, loving how you tilted your head just enough to give him some more access to explore.

A soft moan escaped your lips and your fingers tightened on his hair when he nibbled your sensitive spot, close to your earlobe, sending jolts of electricity directly to your pussy.

You could feel a smirk creeping into his mouth, right before he questioned teasingly, slowly sucking the area. “Do you like that?”

You fought to keep your composure, a soft smile threatening to break through as the heat blossomed in your core. His breath tickled your skin, deliberately waiting for your answer while igniting every inch of you by keeping on playing on that spot. 

The first reaction you gave was another moan together with your nails digging on his shoulders and scratching his scalp. Then you admitted, still struggling to hold yourself back. “Fuck, yes. I do.” 

Jake cooed at you, gently pulling away from the curve of your neck to study your dazed expression; lips agape releasing heavy breaths, cheeks flushed with a delicate pink and eyes half-lidded, fluttering slowly, still dripping in the same confidence you once carried, as if even under his lead you were the one commanding.

“You look hot and messy, and I haven’t even started yet.” Jake teased, a playful smile gracing his lips as he pressed them against yours again.

“Do you always talk that much?” You murmured, not quite intending to judge his demeanor, but a bit annoyed and amused by how he appeared to need to hear you frequently while savoring you. 

“Only when I'm nervous.” Jake answered honestly with an awkward chuckle, helping you to remove his jacket, which landed straight on the ground and he couldn’t care less.  

“Oh, do I make you nervous Jakey?” You smirked, thirsting over his now exposed veiny arms. 

Watching Jake’s cheeks being painted with a faint blush while he swallowed hard under your sharp gaze, clearly getting flustered, brought back the control you thought was lost. 

“Maybe a little,” Jake tried to play it cool, but his voice came out smaller than he expected, and he tried to avoid facing you by leaning to kiss you again.

A glint of mischief sparkled in your eyes when you noticed he was losing his composure. You kindly held his head still, forcing him to keep his gaze on you. “Aw, come on, Jakey. Don’t shy away now,” you said, a smooth voice layered with playfulness and a sultry, almost mocking undertone. “You haven’t even started yet, isn’t that right?” 

Jake nearly moaned when he heard your words, not because of them itself but by how hot you sounded. His cock throbbed painfully inside his pants, his underwear probably stained with his leaking precum at that point. 

Jake got fooled at some moment by thinking he was the one in charge, even provoking you while exploring your desires initially, but the reality was that he had been following your lead like a lost puppy all along. 

There was something about how confident and dominant you seemed to be since the beginning, not faltering a single moment to his boldness, and somehow you carried that still, assuming the control gracefully, as if it was your job. And Jake was very grateful for you doing so.

His eyes softened and his breath hitched. 

“Tell me, what do you want from me?” The question slipped from his plush, beautiful lips, laced with desire and a touch of vulnerability without much cohesive thinking, clouded mind craving to satisfy you, because that meant his own fulfillment. “I wanna give you everything.”

Devoting to a devilish goddess like you was a tempting surrender he was eager to embrace.

You felt a pulse straight in your clit and your cheeks heating, the weight of his desperate words triggering your following behavior.

Jake saw the way your face brightened up, realizing he had opened the hell’s gate and he was eager to enter – if you were the personification of the devil, he was more than willing to drown into your lustful, tempting sea of sins. 

“What do I want from you?” You echoed, an amused grin curling the corner of your lips as your eyes traced Jake’s attractive features, pausing on his perfectly sculpted high-bridged nose, accompanied just below by his tasteful lips. You smiled, caressing it with your thumb. “I want them. Eat me out.” 

Jake’s breath got caught on his throat and his eyes grew in a slight surprise, not only due to your bold, straightforward request, but mainly because the idea of having your pussy in full display for him to play sounded too dreamy.

“Are you sure?” He asked in a low, contained voice, struggling to keep down his excitement, biting his lower lip, aiming to confirm he wasn’t going insane.

“I know what I want, Jake.” You cocked your head with a raised eyebrow. “And you?”

Jake’s eyes immediately dropped to your chest and then your bare thighs. The dress had ridden up due to the position so he was able to see a hint of your laced, black panties. He wet his lips, mouth watering while he lowered enough to bend comfortably and be eye level with your cunt.

You watched, fascinated by how in trance he seemed to be, as though your final word was the cue for him to dive into you completely. 

Your stomach fluttered in anticipation as you propped yourself up to help Jake slide your panties down your legs, gentle hands caressing your smooth skin as he did so. Then he grabbed your ass and pulled you forward, shooting you a quick glance and smile before burying his face between your legs, the smell of your pussy intoxicating his senses. 

He first gave it a small, slow kitty-lick, testing the waters, then frowned in pleasure, groaning with your delicious taste dissolving on his tongue.

A soft gasp slipped from your lips and you quickly pursed them to stifle the sounds threatening to escape, fighting the urge of allowing yourself to let go so easily. One of your hands searched for support on the edge of the counter and the other held on tight to Jake’s hair.

Jake gave a long, savoring lick, finishing with a delectable, lewd sucking noise in your clit, as if he was starting to make out with your pussy. Your mouth fell open and your eyes fluttered shut, your limbs feeling like jelly as a wave of weakness coursed through you.

His hot muscle started to work faster, steadier and precise in between your folds, your entrance and your sensitive bundle of nerves, giving each of them the right amount of attention.

“Holy shit, Jake,” you moaned shakily, unable to keep it low. “You’re so fucking good at this,” you threw your head back, unconsciously waving your body towards his face, practically griding on it.

Jake moaned with your praise, skilfully shaking his head whenever he flickered his tongue in your hole, just to rub your clit with his nose, before moving back to suck on it, entirely immersed on his duty to please you.

He was on cloud nine. 

Your taste flooding his senses, your body reacting to his stimulus, heating up and shivering under his precise touch, your pretty moans filling up the space straight into his ears, like angels singing – though he was sure you were a devil in disguise. 

Every noise coming from your throat was sending a rush of electricity directly into his dick, not to mention how your cunt became wetter and wetter with the lewd mixture of his own saliva and your arousal. Jake could die that moment and would be happy with it.

Reading the way your breathing grew heavy and feeling how you clenched around the tip of his tongue, Jake deduced you were near to the edge.

“I’m close–” You whispered, confirming his theory.

The knot on your stomach tightened when Jake began to focus mainly on your clit, sucking and flicking his tongue on it, eager for your release – perhaps more than you. “I’m really close, Jak–”

Your arms nearly failed to keep yourself up as your orgasm hit, a long moan falling from your mouth interrupting your warning, your spine arching with the euphoria wave and your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your juices coated Jake’s tongue, who took all of it proudly; you hissed feeling his mouth still working on your sensitive cunt, and you pulled him away by his hair.

Without a word Jake brought his lips to yours, making you taste yourself still hazy minded after your strucking climax. You groaned, slowly starting to move your hips to get down from the counter, Jake unconsciously helping you through it by supporting your weight until your heels landed on the floor. 

You lightly pushed Jake’s chest to move him away, meeting his dazed expression, one that had nothing to do with the alcohol in his veins. You grabbed the hem of his black shirt, quietly asking for him to remove it. And he did without hesitation.

"Fuck me," you demanded, taking a glimpse of his beautiful toned abs, a bit out of breath and even needier now. "Fuck me and watch you doing it through this mirror."

Jake flashed a quick grin, still recovering from the smothering and delightful feeling of being in between your legs, before fumbling with his belt, hands frantic undoing the button of his pants to slide them down.

You took your sweet time to thirst over the outline of his covered, extremely hard length, interrupting his actions by gripping his wrist, savoring the moment as you licked your lips, mouth watering.

“It’s a shame we cannot take much longer,” you started, fauxing innocence as you stepped closer just enough to touch him over his white boxers. A small, provocative chuckle coming from your throat before you murmured. “Really wanted to feel you in my mouth.” And then you kissed the corner of his parted lips.

Jake whimpered when you softly squeezed his neglected dick, leaning closer to you instinctively, holding onto the edge of the counter behind you while resting his sweaty forehead on your shoulder. His breath was heavy against your skin, where he pressed his lips a few times until reaching your earlobe, nibbling. 

Your sneaky hands entered the hem of his clothing piece to jerk him off; your teasing, deliberate moves were driving him insane. The way your warm palm rubbed his sensitive tip made his groans increase just as much as his pulse, and he moaned a bit louder when you finally freed his aching dick out of his boxers by pushing them down, allowing your hand to pump his shaft easier. 

With closed eyes, you enjoyed the waves of pleasure going down, directly to your cunt, making you wet again by hearing Jake’s sultry noises and hot breath brushing against your ear.

Your lips grazed along his jawline at the same time you threatened your fingers through his slightly dampened hair, disheveling it even more before pulling it away from the curve of your neck, so you could capture his mouth in a slow, passionate kiss.

"Condom?" You asked under breath after parting away from his mouth, slowing your hand on his dick. You noticed his body tensing right after your question, eyes growing wide in panic, which piqued your curiosity.

There’s no way he…

"Shit, I didn't bring–"

You let out a soft scoff, part laughter, part disbelief. Without missing a beat, your hands resumed their movement, this time teasing him by randomly stopping, repeating the motion a few times. His moans grew louder, hips bucking desperately against your hand as if seeking more, his mouth agape and eyes glistening with despair.

"What a naughty boy," you cooed, slowly shaking your head in a false disappointment. "Were you planning on going raw with me, Jakey?" You questioned, voice low, layered with playfulness. 

Jake winced, desperation growing inside his chest, fearing you to leave him now, when he needed you the most.

"N-No..." He shook his head, “I wasn’t– I forgot, I’m sorr–” 

"Unluckily we just met.” You interrupted. “I don't know you well enough to let you do that. Right?" 

Jake nodded, though he wasn't sure if he was truly following your words. You were loving to see him falling apart so easily, almost begging for you not to leave him through his messy moans. 

His breath hitched and he almost grabbed your hand in place when you let go from his hard, red and needy cock. "P–please…" He finally pleaded, holding your waist as his eyes searched for yours in complete despair.

You quirked an eyebrow, smirking at his endearing demeanor. "Aw, you really wanna fuck me, don't you?" You caressed his cheek with your clean hand, smiling.

“I really do,” Jake whispered, moving his head just enough to kiss your palm. “Please, let me–”

“Not without protection, Jakey,” you said firmly, although with a hint of teasing, because you had a way out of that situation without harming your health.

And the said solution was inside your purse, which got tossed on the ground at some point of your initial make out session with Jake. 

Jake's puppy sad eyes followed your every motion when you moved his hands off of your waist, thinking he had messed up completely. But then he saw you grabbing your bag and taking a condom off of it, showing to him with a playful grin.

"And lucky to us, I'm always prepared, Jakey.”

You slowly approached him again, his gaze catching the alluring sight of you gently opening the packaging using your teeth, while your eyes confidently remained locked onto his, loving to see his bewildered expression.

Without a word, you slid the condom on his length, stroking it a few times before turning your back to him, bending over the counter and lifting your dress, revealing the beautiful view of your bare ass.

Jake’s firm hands instinctively gripped your hips and he positioned himself behind you while biting his lip in anticipation, the thrilling excitement boiling stronger in his cock.

He searched for your eyes in the mirror in front of you two, and of course you were already looking at him through your hungry orbs, savoring the image of Jake’s craving your body.

"Now fuck me as desperate as you seem to be."

Your words hung in the air for seconds before Jake’s mind snapped away from your tempting view in the mirror; your boobs nearly jumping out of your neckline, lips swollen but carrying the same confidence, and your eyes. Your fucking eyes. Your devilish eyes. 

“Your desire is my pleasure, Y/N.” It was all Jake managed to say with his low, husky voice, before pushing deep into you.

Your mouth fell open with the breathtaking sensation of being filled up, and Jake began to slowly pump into you, giving you a little time to adjust. Or you thought so.

You still had no idea that he was already stepping near the edge of his own release, that being the reason for his deliberate hip rolls – there was no way in hell he was going to let the opportunity of enjoying your delicious squeezes around his dick slip away that easily.

“F–fuck,” his voice cracked as he whispered. “You f–feel amazing...”

You looked at Jake in the mirror after hearing how weakly his words came out, as if he were already lost in a haze of his own pleasure. And he truly was. A soft moan escaped your lips at the sight of his head tilted back, eyes closed, and mouth slightly parted, a faint smile gracing his lips.

When a specific deep thrust hit your g-spot, you almost cried out and Jake quickly paid attention to it. Then he bent you even more on the marble counter with one hand forcing your back, to ease his access to your sensitive area and help with his movements, speeding his hips the right amount to make you roll your eyes.

“T–that’s it...” You moaned. “Fucking me so good.” You praised and Jake groaned, his hands immediately sliding to cup one of your covered breasts, massaging it while keeping his pace, eyes locked at the insanely delightful view in the mirror.

A sequence of moans slipped out of your throat as Jake started fucking you hard and fast, desperately even. How your walls clenched tight around his cock was driving him insane, and he seeked for more of that addicting feeling.

The sound of the distant music did nothing to cover the slams sounds echoing the bathroom at that point, and honestly, neither of you cared anymore, far gone in your own pleasure.

At some point your own body started to encounter his pushes into you, but it wasn’t enough. So you straightened your posture a bit, tugging Jake’s hair while looking at his eyes in the mirror – his fucked up expression sending shivers down your spine. 

“Faster, Jake.” You urged, a bossy tone dripping out of your mouth like a sweet sugar that Jake grew obsessed with. And he instantly obeyed.

Your free hand cupped Jake’s on your boob and your eyes fluttered close while you tilted your head back, lost in the amazing feeling of Jake pounding into your g-spot, a mess of moans and whimpers coming from both of your mouths. 

Since he had his eyes open, Jake watched your body quivering with his thrusts, the fucking Prada logo on your dress shining with the dim light of the bathroom, your makeup slightly smeared due to the mess. It was completely out of this world how good you looked, and the way you were squeezing his dick together with the view, sent him even closer to the edge. 

“I’m gonna cum–” He said in one go, as an eager statement, not a warning, desperate to feel his release. 

Your breath started to quicken with his erratic pace, and you fluttered your eyes open again, catching the sight of Jake’s concentrated frown and mouth agape, letting out the prettiest moans you ever heard.

You said nothing, you just tightly gripped the hand on your chest and leaded it to your clit, inciting him to rub it for you. Jake got your message, and with all the overwhelming stimulus, your second orgasm hit, mouth falling open gasping for air as you supported yourself on the marble counter, your head falling forward while you kept on feeling Jake’s deep thrusts.

You clenched involuntarily around his dick, and that was enough for him to achieve his climax as well, resting his head on your shoulder, holding you close still.

Jake moved back with a hiss, completely dizzy and fulfilled. He removed the condom and tossed it onto the trashcan before dressing himself back again, helping you to recompose since your legs were shaky.

“Thank you,” you said in a hoarse voice when he offered you your purse and your panties, to which you decided not to wear again because, well, it was on the floor.

So you cheekily pushed into Jake’s pocket without saying a word, and he didn’t even noticed, too focused on looking out for you by supporting you to keep steady. 

You turned to the mirror, fixing your messy hair and makeup as best as you could. 

“How do we get out of this bathroom now?” Jake asked after the silence, watching you re-apply your red lipstick. 

You just smiled, placing a sweet kiss on his cheek to purposely leave a mark there. “Like this.” And you simply opened the door, not even caring about the instant stares you received as you did so, Jake following your lead right behind, a small shy smile adorning his lips. 

With a last goodbye look, you parted ways, your confidence evident in your stride, and Jake fumbling to smooth down his disheveled locks, now with the acknowledgment that the devil definitely wears Prada.

GOAL!

in which shy guy jake accidentally cusses out a stranger for making him late to soccer practice, sooner realising that it wasn't just him drenched in the smell of faded coffee beans that morning practice.

STRANGERS TO FRIENDS TO LOVERS! JAKE IS DOWN BAD, WHOLESOME, SLIGHT ANGST, FLUFF! COMEDY, SMAU

contents.

0. JAKE/YN PROFILES

1. LAPS.

2. OH?

3. LOSER?

4. DESERVED

5. LETS BOTH WIN!

6. WE HAVE A GAME TO WIN.

7. JAKEY?

8. PASSENGER PRINCESS

9. PICK ME UP!

10. DEFEND

11. 8 DAYS

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in which shy guy jake accidentally cusses out a stranger for making him late to soccer practice, sooner realising that it wasn't just him drenched in the smell of faded coffee beans that morning practice.

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0. JAKE/YN PROFILES

GOAL!

in which shy guy jake accidentally cusses out a stranger for making him late to soccer practice, sooner realising that it wasn't just him drenched in the smell of faded coffee beans that morning practice.

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1. LAPS

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2. OH?

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2. OH?

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in which shy guy jake accidentally cusses out a stranger for making him late to soccer practice, sooner realising that it wasn't just him drenched in the smell of faded coffee beans that morning practice.

STRANGERS TO FRIENDS TO LOVERS! WHOLESOME, SLIGHT ANGST, FLUFF! COMEDY, SMAU

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3. LOSER?

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GOAL!

in which shy guy jake accidentally cusses out a stranger for making him late to soccer practice, sooner realising that it wasn't just him drenched in the smell of faded coffee beans that morning practice.

STRANGERS TO FRIENDS TO LOVERS! WHOLESOME, SLIGHT ANGST, FLUFF! COMEDY, SMAU

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4. DESERVED

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GOAL!

in which shy guy jake accidentally cusses out a stranger for making him late to soccer practice, sooner realising that it wasn't just him drenched in the smell of faded coffee beans that morning practice.

STRANGERS TO FRIENDS TO LOVERS! WHOLESOME, SLIGHT ANGST, FLUFF! COMEDY, SMAU

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05. LETS BOTH WIN!

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GOAL!

in which shy guy jake accidentally cusses out a stranger for making him late to soccer practice, sooner realising that it wasn't just him drenched in the smell of faded coffee beans that morning practice.

STRANGERS TO FRIENDS TO LOVERS! WHOLESOME, SLIGHT ANGST, FLUFF! COMEDY, SMAU

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06. WE HAVE A GAME TO WIN.

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GOAL!

in which shy guy jake accidentally cusses out a stranger for making him late to soccer practice, sooner realising that it wasn't just him drenched in the smell of faded coffee beans that morning practice.

STRANGERS TO FRIENDS TO LOVERS! JAKE IS DOWN BAD, WHOLESOME, SLIGHT ANGST, FLUFF! COMEDY, SMAU

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07. JAKEY?

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a/n: jake taking his chances rn 🙏 still awkward as hell tho

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