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𝙊𝙪𝙧 𝙇𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙎𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩 𝙎.𝙅

pairing ⇀ professor! sim jaeyun x (f) student! reader

synopsis ⇀ you always knew your professor was attractive, so it wasn’t new when girls would try to gain his attention. what you didn’t know though was that he only had his eyes on you. what comes as a friendly teacher-student relationship takes a turn when you find yourself thinking differently about him with your private lessons together.

genre ⇀ smut, angst

warnings ⇀ MINORS DNI!, lower case intended, four year age gap (jake is 22 and reader is 18), tons of jealousy, cursing, jake is obsessed with oblivious reader, dom! jaeyun x sub! reader, name calling (slut, whore, and etc.), (f) receiving, pussy eating, unprotected sex, cum eating, choking, multiple orgasms

w.c ⇀ 5.4k

a/n ⇀ i don’t know why but this was and on and off fic i was doing cause i didn’t really like but i’m glad i finally finished it. i can’t tell if this was good or not because i was stressing on how to put the ending so bear with me on that. reblog, like, comment, etc.! lmk if i missed any warnings! not proofread.

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the first time you saw professor sim was during the orientation week. you were a freshman, nervous and excited about starting your journey in college. the campus was bustling with activity, and you were trying to find your way to the science building for your first lecture.

as you walked through the crowded hallway, you accidentally bumped into someone, "oh, I'm so sorry!" you exclaimed, looking up to see a tall man with a kind smile.

"no worries at all," he replied, adjusting his glasses. "are you lost?"

"uh, yeah, actually. I'm trying to find the science building," you admitted, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"you're in luck. I'm heading there myself. i’m professor sim, by the way," he said, extending his hand.

you shook his hand, feeling a bit more at ease. "nice to meet you, professor sim. i’m l/n y/n.”

"well, y/n, follow me. i'll show you the way," he said, leading you through the maze of hallways. as you walked, you noticed his broad back through his suit. the suit fitting perfectly on him. you blushed watching him strut confidently past students and teachers watching him walk past.

you definitely won’t lie and say he’s not handsome. his glasses framing his face perfectly. you never knew you would like guys with glasses. he suddenly asked about your interests and what drew you to study science. his genuine interest in your answers made you feel welcome.

fast forward to the present, you were now in your second semester, and professor sim class had quickly become your favorite. his enthusiasm for science was infectious, and he had a knack for making even the most complex topics seem approachable. however, the latest homework assignment was proving to be a real challenge.

as you packed your notebooks and computer you saw a girl bluntly flirting with him. batting her eyelashes at him. it wasn’t new seeing different girls trying to talk to him, purposely saying they need help just to see him up close. you cleared your throat you gathered your courage and approached his desk. "professor sim, could I ask for some help with the homework? i’m really struggling with the concepts."

he looked up at you, a warm smile spreading across his face, completely ignoring the other girl in front of him. he probably knew what she was trying to do, "of course, i'd be happy to help. why don't you come by my office later this afternoon?"

the girl huffed at her non existence and walked away, leaving the both of you alone. you nodded, feeling a wave of relief.

later that day, you found yourself sitting across from him in his office. the room was filled with books and scientific models, and the faint smell of coffee lingered in the air.

"alright," he said, pulling up a chair next to you, "let's take a look at what you're having trouble with."

you pulled out your notebook, showing him the problems that had been giving you headaches. he patiently explained each step, breaking down the complex ideas into simpler terms. his explanations were clear and concise, and he used analogies that made the material more relatable.

"see? you're getting the hang of it," he encouraged, his eyes twinkling with pride. "sometimes all it takes is a different perspective."

as you worked through the problems together, you found yourself gaining a deeper understanding of the subject. you also couldn’t help but look at his side profile, his plump soft lips moving with passion for science was evident in every word he spoke, and it was impossible not to be inspired by his enthusiasm.

"thank you so much, professor jake," you said sincerely as you packed up your things. "i really appreciate your help."

"anytime, y/n. don't hesitate to reach out if you need more assistance," he replied with a smile.

you gave him another smile. you left his office feeling more confident and grateful for his guidance. professor sim had not only made the subject more accessible but had also shown you that with the right support, you could tackle even the toughest challenges.

over the next few weeks, you continued to visit his office for help, and each time, you left with a better understanding of the material. his encouragement and patience made all the difference, and you began to see science in a whole new light.

even though you guys only talked about science and just science, you couldn’t help but notice when sim would ask you questions outside of science. like ‘what do you think about your teachers?’ or ‘who’s your favorite teacher so far?’, and each time he’d ask, you would always say him.

one afternoon, as you were wrapping up another productive session, he asked, "so, y/n, have you thought about what you want to do after college?"

you paused, considering his question. it was new for him to ask that, "i'm not entirely sure yet. i know i want to do something in science, but I haven't decided on a specific path."

"that's perfectly fine," he said reassuringly. "you have plenty of time to figure it out. just remember to follow your passion and stay curious. the rest will fall into place."

you smiled, feeling a sense of reassurance, “thank you professor sim. i really appreciate that.”

you watch him push his hair back with a smile. you felt your heart skip a beat and immediately looked away, “i-i think i should get going. it’s getting pretty late.”

“you don’t need a ride do you? it’s pretty dark out since we practiced a bit longer than usual.” he reasoned. you thought for a moment. it is dark out and you don’t know who’s outside at this time. so, you nodded your head.

“great. i’ll tidy up before we go.” he said. you watched him put a few books away and tidying up his desk for tomorrow before grabbing his keys from his drawer. he then walked you to the door.

you both left the college and went to the parking lot. you felt yourself feeling nervous. it was your first time going with sim anywhere but his class. he went to a mercedes car making you hum in acknowledgement.

he chuckled at your reaction, “like it?” he teased. you nodded your head and giggled.

“i don’t really know cars that well, but i just know this one is expensive.” you said. his laugh causing a stir in your stomach.

you both entered the car and buckled up. he backed from the parking lot, “do you live on campus or somewhere else?” he asked.

“i live on campus, but the other one.” you spoke.

“you live pretty far? you walk here?” he murmured. he gazed at you curiously.

you chuckled, “it’s a good walk. i wake up a bit earlier so i’m not late for your class.”

he smiled at you, “if i would’ve known you go that far i’d spare you.” you shook your head and smiled back.

the car ride was silent, you let out a sigh and lay your head on the window. the past few days you haven’t been getting much sleep. you felt your eyes get a bit heavy.

“tired?” sim questioned. you opened your eyes back up and nodded.

“a little. sorry, haven’t really got much sleep. i’ve been so stressed out that i couldn’t sleep.” you joked, but it wasn’t really a joke.

sim hummed, he understood how tiring college could be, “you can take a nap. i mean if you want too. i’ll wake you up when we’re at the campus.” he said.

you smiled gratefully. soon your eyes became heavy and that’s when you fell asleep. your soft breathing soon filling the silence.

jake looked at your sleeping figure. you really were the prettiest student he’s ever seen. he knows it’s wrong to think of you like that. you’re supposed to be just a student to him, but he can’t help but think of something more.

your smile that makes him feel a type of way inside. your pretty laugh that he can’t help but adore. those thoughts were just something he thought weren’t bad, but his other thoughts were a bit more mature.

the way your outfits fit your body perfectly. your breast sitting perfectly in your bra, jiggling when you walk towards him. it’s hard for him not to get rock hard and stare. your fingers so pretty to him that he wonders if they're just as pretty inside your pussy. your glossy lips so pretty when they pout, he wonders what they would feel like around his dick. he just knows they’d stretch so pretty.

he soon parks the car in front of the campus. he shakes you softly, “y/n. we’re here.”

you groaned and turned away from him. he tried shaking you awake again, but you didn’t budge. he sighed and looked around. maybe he could just pick you up and take you to your dorm. that wouldn’t be weird right?

he got off his car and went to your side, opening the car door. he grabbed your backpack and slung it over his shoulder. he unbuckled your seatbelt and picked you up swiftly. he was hoping no one was awake at this time. he opened the door with his free hand and entered the building.

as soon as he unlocked your door he set you down on your bed with your bag on the chair. he couldn’t help but curiously look around. your room filled with collage photos of you and your friends. there was a photo of you and your parents. he slowly picked up the photo and smiled. you looked happy unlike the times you were in the halls.

he set it back down and was about to head out until he heard you making a noise, “sim please. down there.” you moaned out.

jake paused his walking and looked back at you. you were still sleeping, but your breathing started to become uneven and heavy. wait, were you having a dream about him?

he slowly prodded towards you and slightly shook you. you really were a deep sleeper. just then you let out another noise. it sounded like a whimper.

“fuck me sim.” you whispered.

what. the. fuck.

jake nearly choked on his spit. there was no way you talk this clearly in your sleep. were you joking with him? his breathing became unsteady with the uncomfortable feeling between his legs. he cursed at himself for still standing here and quickly left. locking the door on the way out.

he would just pretend he never heard you.

he couldn’t pretend. the whole day he was thinking about what you said last night. with him having to solve his little problem himself. you acted normally the way you did. you remembered he took you back to your campus cause you thanked him first thing when you saw him. if only he didn’t make it seem awkward.

you on the other hand was confused why professor sim was acting strange. were you snoring really loud in his car? you really hoped you didn’t.

as class came to an end, you packed your stuff. as you were packing you couldn’t help but look over at professor sim. your eyes went wide when you saw him talking to another female teacher. you didn’t even notice she came in.

they seem to be chatting about something funny cause sim was laughing a lot to what she was saying. you felt a weird feeling in your chest that you couldn’t describes. was it jealousy?

you sighed and put your bag over your shoulder and left the class without sparing another look. as you were walking you suddenly heard your name being called. you turn around expecting a specific person, but you saw that it was riki.

you gave him a fake smile, “hey riki.” you said. riki smiled once he caught up to you.

“are you okay? i tried texting you last night but you didn’t answer.” he asked. you pushed your hair behind your ear suddenly remembering last night again.

“o-oh i came home pretty early and fell asleep. did you need to talk about something?” you spoke.

riki nodded, “actually i was gonna talk to you about the project-“ “y/n.”

your eyebrows furrowed and looked behind riki, only to see none other than professor sim. he came closer to you guys, “you guys should head to class or you’ll be late, especially you mr. nishimura.”

the tone in professor sim kinda intimidated you. his voice bitter and sharp towards riki. riki nervously nodded his head and gave you a tight smile before walking past you. you looked at professor sim only to see him looking at you.

“did you need something professor sim?” you mumbled, feeling small under his strong gaze.

“don’t waste your time talking to guys and focus on your classes.” he suddenly said. his voice coming more harsh than he intended. your eyebrows furrowed felling a bit offended.

“excuse me?” you said “you should know i don’t waste my time on guys. riki isn’t just any guy, he’s my friend.”

before jake could say something you walked away. jake sighed and pushed his hair back. he didn’t mean to come out like that. he couldn’t shake that feeling of jealousy when he saw how close riki was to you. he’d have to apologize later.

you sighed when your last class finally finished. you were supposed to have your tutoring lesson with sim, but after that incident you don’t think you could go. you’ll just email him saying you’re sick. you left the college and walked to your campus.

you listened to a few playlists while walking. the cool breeze with the sunny sky made you feel relaxed. once you came to your campus you said hi to the lady up front and went to your room. you set your bag on the floor and sighed. a shower sounds good. before you went in the shower you emailed sim about your canc and shut your computer.

you took a quick shower and finished up. you wrapped a robe around your body and dried your hair with a towel, but before you could grab your phone you heard a knock at your door. you frowned, nobody barely knocks on your door, so who could it be. you opened the door and your eyes widened in surprise. it was sim.

“professor sim? what are you-“ “are you that mad at me?” he cut you off. you closed your mouth. is that why he came all the way here?

“professor sim im not mad-“ “so why are you ignoring me?” he said. you didn’t know it mattered that much to him.

“i-i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to cancel last minute.” you said. maybe that’s why he was upset. he doesn’t like when people cancel stuff last minute. he shook his head.

“i’m not mad if that’s what you’re thinking. i’m asking if you’re mad about what i did earlier.” he admitted. oh. that’s what he was talking about. to be honest you don’t know if you were really mad anymore. so, you shook your head.

“it’s okay. i’m sorry for being rude.” you muttered.

“i should say sorry too. i know you don’t do any of those things. i was just in a bad mood.” he said. was he really in a bad mood if he was talking to that female teacher happily?

you gave him a fake smile, “it’s okay professor sim. was that all you came here for.”

just as he was about to say something, he averted his gaze down and noticed you were in a robe. he felt his face burning and looked back up at you, “o-oh i’m sorry. did i interrupt your bathing time?” he stuttered.

“huh?”

you looked down and also noticed you were still in your robe. you gasped and moved the door in front of you, “i’m sorry!”

he tried shaking his head, but you just kept apologizing, “no it’s fine really! it’s my fault.”

you stopped apologizing and stared at him, awkwardness filling the air. he cleared his throat and looked back at you, “i-i’ll get going-“

“wait. i know this might sound weird, but do you wanna come in for a moment? we can do the lesson here if you're still up for it.” you thought. jake pondered for a moment before nodding.

you got done getting dress in your bathroom and came out. you saw sim sitting on the floor with textbooks on the wooden table you had in the middle of your room. he was looking around your room before staring at you.

you smiled at him and sat next to him, “we can start where we left off yesterday if that’s fine.” you said. he nodded and flipped the page to where you guys left off.

as you he taught you easy ways to get the answer, you felt yourself getting distracted once again by his visuals. you didn’t know what you were feeling at this point, it was a feeling you hated, but wanted to know more about. all of a sudden sim looked at you. you felt your breath get caught in your throat. he was staring at you with a questionable linger in his eyes. you felt his breath against your face. you guys were so close that if you moved a step your lips would touch.

“sim-“ “push me away if you don’t want this.” was all he said when you suddenly felt lips on yours.

you gasped and held tightly on his shirt. his lips molding against yours perfectly. you moaned when you felt his hand grip your ass, making him have access to enter his tongue. you felt your room getting hot as you lay on the ground with sim on top of you.

you took off his jacket while he helped you take it off without breaking the kiss. the dim lighting of your fairy lights making it seem darker than usual. he took off your shorts, only leaving your underwear on. he kissed and sucked along your jawline to your chest, kissing it gently. the sexual tension you guys had finally snapping in him. he lifted your shirt up and unclasped your bra. you felt the cold air hit your nipples and made a noise.

he smirked against your chest before gripping one breast and sucking the other. you let out a moan and gripped his locks. he groaned and pinched your nipple making you jerk.

“sim.” you whimpered. he looked up at you and departed from your breast.

he started unbuttoning his long sleeve button up, “call me jake.” he said. you bit your lip when you finally saw his toned body. god if you would’ve known he had that body under his suit you would’ve made a move sooner.

he leaned back down and kissed you gently, biting your lip making you sigh. you felt his right hand slowly going down until it made contact with your cloth pussy. you threw your head back when you suddenly felt him rub your folds up and down.

he dipped his hand in a second later and confused rubbing your folds, “fuck you’re so wet.” he murmured.

you nodded and kissed him again. both of your lips swollen. you wouldn’t want it any other way though. he took his fingers away and put them in his mouth. you watched intensely as he smirked at you. he got up and lifted you up bridal style before putting you on your bed. he unbuckled his pants and pulled them down revealing his boxers.

you gasp at the outline of his dick. you know it’s big. he got on top of you again and slid down your underwear. you felt yourself blushing with how he stared. you felt the urge to close your legs but before you could jake dipped his head down to your pussy.

“j-jake wait.” you moaned when you suddenly felt his hot tongue lick your folds.

he groaned as you gripped his hair again. he licked your folds again but this time he sucked on your clit. you thrash around at the new feeling as your eyes rolled back.

the sound of wet slurping noises was the only thing heard in your room. jake couldn’t get enough of your pussy. he was a completely pussy drunk man at this moment. your sweet juices leaking out, he knows you love it just as much as he does.

you felt a tight feeling in your pussy and patted his head, “j-jake m’gonna cum!” you cried out. he didn’t stop making you feel your climax coming. you let out one last moan before your orgasm finally hit. your legs shaking on the side of his head. he drummed up your cum like he was a dehydrated man.

you panted harshly and whined when he finally pulled away. he licked the rest on his chin, “fuck, you taste so good.” he says. he pulls his boxers down and that’s when you finally saw his dick. it was veiny and hard, precum at the tip.

“do you need to be prepped?” he said. you shook your head. you needed his dick in you now.

he positioned himself at your entrance before slowly pushing in. he groaned while you whimpered and held him tightly. he hissed when he felt you scratching at his back. slowly, he backed up and pushed back in so you could get used to the feeling.

a few minutes later you felt a pleasure tingling in your body, “j-jake faster. please.”

he didn’t need to be told twice. he started going at a faster pace and that’s when you were out of it. his tip hitting your g-spot.

“yes! right there! oh fuck!” you cried out. the sound of skin slapping, panting, and bed creaking was heard. you had a feeling people could hear you, but you could care less. especially with the way jake was fucking you.

he gripped your neck with a free hand, “such a little whore for dick. gonna be a good bitch for me?” he rasped out. you nodded your head frantically.

he felt you squeeze his dick and moaned. your pussy was a match made in heaven just for him.

you felt another orgasm coming and arched your back. he gripped your hips and snapped his hips harder. your orgasm hit you hard and you saw white. jake snapped his hips three more times before pulling his dick out, stroking himself on your stomach before cumming.

both of you panted uneven and hard. he got off your bed and grabbed the towel you used for your hair and wiped your stomach and wiped your pussy. you whined from sensitivity.

he grabbed another pair of pajamas for you and helped your put them on.

he put the towel in your dirty basket and went back to you, pushing your hair back, “i should get going.” he said.

you pouted, “do you have to leave?”

jake hated that he did, but he can’t get caught with his own student, “it’s for the better. you’ll see me tomorrow.”

you finally nodded your head. he covered you with your blanket and kissed your head, “goodnight beautiful.” he whispered. you soon dozed off into dreamland.

jake got dressed and looked at you one last time before shutting your door with a soft click.

you groaned feeling an ach in your body. you got up and went to your bathroom. you looked at yourself in the mirror and gasped. your neck was covered in hickeys from your neck to your chest. you traced your fingers along them and slowly smiled.

you took another shower and got dressed for the day. you out on a crew neck to cover your hickeys. good thing it was cold out today.

you soon got to the campus and entered your class to see jake already there typing on his computer. he didn’t notice you so you decided to sit down at your seat. once the bell ring he looked up from his computer and spotted you. he gave you a knowing grin before standing up, getting ready for the lecture.

“alright guys, did you finish the homework from yesterday?” he chimed. students began taking out their notes and handed them in. you turned yours in too. jake continued his lecture until the bell rang. students left the class while you waited until everyone left.

you went up to his desk and gave him a smile. he got up and gave you a hug. you giggled and stuffed your face in his neck.

“your not hurt anywhere are you?” he asked. you shook your head. he sighed in relief before letting you go.

“same time at my place?” you said. jake chuckled and quickly pecked your lips.

“i can’t today. i have a meeting to attend.” he spoke. you pouted, but understood.

“okay. i’ll see you later though right?” you said. he chuckled at your urgent question and nodded.

“of course you will beautiful.” he replied. you smiled cheerfully before leaving his class so he could attend his meeting.

over the next few days it would be the same. jake would come over to your dorm and would spend time with you, either having loving sex or just spending time together. everything was going just the way you wanted it too. until an incident happened.

rumors started to spread around campus. whispers of favoritism and inappropriate relationships between you and professor sim filled the halls. despite your best efforts to ignore them, the pressure was mounting.

one evening, after a particularly stressful day, jake asked to meet you in his office.

you opened the door to his office to see him already there in deep thought. you let out a gulp before going towards him, “jake?”

he looked up at you, but it wasn’t with the same loving look he usually gave you. “y/n, we need to talk," he began, his voice heavy with emotion. "i think we should stop what we’re doing. what we had was nothing but satisfaction we wanted to get off our chests.”

your heart sank, where was he coming from with this? satisfaction? getting it off our chest? you couldn’t help but feel tears pricking your eyes, “w-what do you mean? don’t you love me?”

jake stared at you as if you were just a regular person to him, “y/n, what we had wasn’t love. you were just a way to relive my stress. whatever you thought we had ends here. you may be dismissed.”

the lack of emotions in his voice finally made your tears fall freely.

you let out a sob, “i hate you! don’t ever talk to me again!” you screamed out before leaving his room, slamming the door shut.

weeks went by, and the pain of the breakup lingered. you threw yourself into your studies, trying to keep your mind off jake. even though you had him first period and he was your professor, you made a good route on ignoring him. none of it was easy, but you found solace in your friend, riki, who had always been there for you. his presence was comforting, and slowly, you began to smile again.

“are you gonna have that?” riki asked. you rolled your eyes at him before smiling. you gave him your cookie which he happily accepted.

you both were currently waiting at a bus station. after riki found out you walk a long way to the college, he insisted on paying for your bus rides as long as he gets to go with you.

“it’s way too cold out today.” you commented. riki nodded his head as he munched on the cookie. you shivered when a gust of wind blew at you guys. riki noticed your freezing state.

“come closer to me.” he said. you scooted a bit closer to him and lay your head on his shoulder. you sighed at somewhat of a closer warm feeling. as you guys continued waiting you saw a familiar car stopping in front of you guys. your eyes widened when the driver door suddenly opened revealing jake.

before you could think, jake yanked your wrist and pulled you away from riki. you yelped and tried taking your wrist away from him.

“what the hell are you doing?” you snapped at him. riki got up and tried to help you but jake stopped him.

“get the hell away or you’ll regret it.” he gritted his teeth. riki stopped and looked at you worriedly. you shook your head at him not to come any further. jake took you to his car, opening the passenger door and setting you inside. he slammed it shut before going to the drivers seat and entering.

you silently watched him start the car, leaving riki in the cold. you felt guilty and angry and looked at jake, “let me go jake! i wanna be with riki!” you yelled.

jake ignored you. you scoffed, “jake seriously. let me go!”

“stop talking or i’ll find a way to make you.” he said. you immediately stopped ranting and stared at him. you decided to stay silent. you knew you couldn’t fight him when it came to this.

in all honesty jake never felt so jealous before until now. you were so close to riki that something inside him snapped. at first he was gonna let it go since he’s the one that initiated the end to your relationship, but he saw a spark in your eyes that he hadn't seen in a while.

a pang of regret hit him hard. he realized that letting you go was a mistake. the rumors and the pressure seemed insignificant compared to the happiness he saw in your eyes.

you arrived at a building. you assumed it was an apartment building. jake opened your door when he came out. you stepped out when he grabbed your wrist and took you inside.

when you finally got to a room he unlocked it with a pin and entered it. the first thing you saw was shelves lined with scientific journals and textbooks, a whiteboard covered in equations and diagrams, but amidst all the science, there was also a comfy reading nook with a big, plush armchair and a collection of classic novels. you noticed how he had a nice window view of the city night. now that you thought of it, it was your first time at his place.

“you can take your jacket off.” he said. slowly, you took off your jacket. he grabbed it and settled it on a rack.

you stood there awkwardly and waited for his next move. he extended his hand out for you to grab. you took it as he walked you to the couch, “i’ll go get us some drinks.”

you sat down on the couch and waited. you didn’t know what to talk about to him. he came back with a drink and handed it to you. you grabbed it and took a small sip. he sat down next to you and that’s when he made he contact with you, but this time he had that same old look he gave you back then.

"y/n, I made a mistake," he confessed. "seeing you with riki made me realize how much i miss you. i thought i was protecting you, but all I did was hurt you. can you ever forgive me?"

you took a deep breath, the memories of your time together flooding back. you wanted to just drop everything and forgive him, but you knew it’s best to face reality.

“professor sim-“ “jake.” he cut you off.

you sighed, “jake, i forgive you, but i don’t think we can go back to the way it was. what you said really did hurt me that i couldn’t even eat or sleep. i don’t wanna go that same route again.”

jake looked at you regretfully. you just wanted to hug him and hold him forever. he stared down, “i understand. i don’t blame you at all. i really did fuck it up cause i was a coward.” he admitted.

“you’re not a coward jake. you just didn’t wanna lose your job.”

“but i lost you instead.” he said. now it was your turn to stare down. jake slowly lifted your head up with his hand under your chin.

"I promise y/n, i’ll do anything to get you back." he promised.

you gave him a smile. you know it’ll take time to work things out, but you knew if you did it together, nothing would stop you guys from being with each other. so, you cupped your hand on his and gave him a reassuring smile.

“i’m counting you on that sim jake. and if you do get me back, it can be our little secret.”

𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃!𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝟒 ❤︎

boyfriend!jake x female reader (messages)

warnings: suggestive !! minors dni!!, cursing, can u guess what else? they’re both insane for eachother and so in love, being high is mentioned once

an: jake is the boyfriendest boyfriend to ever exist argue with the wall I’M SICKKKK @karinasbaby & @alvojake i love u pookies this one is for YOU 🫶🏻🫶🏻

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cast: enha hyung line x f!reader

genres: fluff!﹒feel-good﹒romantic﹒a tiny bit angsty

warnings: mature language, spoilers!!, suggestive themes (tkb, abmm), noah flynn!sunghoon x elle evans!reader, best friend’s brother trope, peter kavinsky!heeseung x lara jean covey!reader, fake dating trope, hinode kento!jay x sasaki miyo/muge!reader, tbh idk what trope awa is, sasha tran!jake x marcus kim!reader, childhood lovers to strangers to lovers trope, sorry if all of that was confusing basically reader is in her main character era 😻, more warnings per individual fic

status: coming soon!

started: tba

— i’m a hopeless romantic. most people who read fanfiction on tumblr are hopeless romantics. so what’s better than a series of fics based off of netflix original movies, featuring the enhypen hyung line, to satisfy the longing? <3

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THANK YOU, JAKE ✦ S.JY

pairing tasp!jake x news intern!fem reader

summary when you told your friend about the challenge that your boss put you on in order to work on the company, which was taking a picture of the amazing Spider Man, Jake makes it come true.

genre fluff

warnings both of them like each other, cameo of Jay and Ri-Ki, everything is NYC and I tried to make it short for the other one that I'm planning to make it in the future <3

a/n I can finally get this one up here, I'll do the second part with smut, but Jake's fluff is already needed in this profile. Shout out to the editor of THIS Jake Spider-Man, my jupi @glitterjay and also to my lovely moot @ja3yun, this is the spidey!jake I was preparing ;) [PART TWO: 🕸]

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It was one of those days where everything seemed to conspire against you. As you trudged through the bustling streets of New York City, your camera bag heavy on your shoulder, you couldn't shake off the feeling of exhaustion that clung to you like a stubborn shadow. The sweltering heat of the summer sun only added to your irritation as you made your way to the Daily Bugle, where you were interning as a photographer.

Your future boss, Mr. Jameson, was notorious for his gruff demeanor and demanding nature. Today seemed to be no exception, as he barked orders at the staff, his voice reverberating through the newsroom like thunder. Your friend, Jay, was massaging his forehead, and you couldn't help but go there first. He looked up to see you and gave you a tired smile.

"Rough already?"

"And it's not even 9 a.m." Jay spat in anger, and you opened your bag to give him some of the jelly you always carry around. He took them slightly happier, opening as he started talking again. "He's putting stupid challenges on everyone here. Rumor has it that he's getting jealous of the other newspaper company since they took the #1 place from us."

"Well, wish me luck." You braced yourself for another onslaught of criticism as you approached his desk, hoping to avoid his wrath.

"Ah, there you are," Mr. Jameson said, his tone dripping with impatience. "I've got a special assignment for you."

You felt your heart sink at his words, knowing that whatever task he had in store would likely be arduous and thankless, just like Jay said. But you nodded, steeling yourself for whatever was to come.

"I want you to get me a picture of Spider-Man," he said bluntly, his eyes narrowing in a challenging glare.

Your jaw nearly hit the floor at his request. Spider-Man? The elusive vigilante who swung through the city was a hero to some and a menace to others. Getting a photo of him in action was no small feat, and you knew it.

"But how am I supposed to…" you began, but Mr. Jameson cut you off with a dismissive wave of his hand.

"I don't care how you do it; just get it done," he said firmly. "And make it front-page material, or you'll be out of your ear."

With that ominous warning hanging in the air, you felt a wave of panic wash over you. How were you supposed to capture a photo of Spider-Man when you could barely catch a break in your own life? Desperation clawed at your chest as you racked your brain for a solution. He looked at Jay, and he was with his mouth open. She was simply screwed.

The hours passed slowly, and 7 o'clock of the night finally reached, which made you fly to the only place you find comfort at the moment. Shim Jake's place. Feeling all the weight on your shoulders, you sigh as you knock on the door. His aunt opens before your knuckles can touch the door.

"Hey darling… Oh no, bad day?" like a button, your eyes got watery, and she hugged you. You hold your tears as she loses you in the warm hug. "I'm going to buy food. Jake and Ni-Ki are in the room. I know what you like."

"You are truly the best, May."

"I know, darling. Go." She left you, and you entered the house, going directly to the Australian boy's room. You knocked, and you heard things falling.

"Who's it?"

"Who else, Ni-Ki? Come on, I had a bad day, and I need you guys."

"Hold on a second!" A few seconds passed, and Jake was the one who opened the door, his messy hair, sweat pant and big white shirt and hsi big glasses that made him look more handsome than usual in front of you. "Hey lensgirl, what's wrong?"

You went for a hug, this time with tears going down and your crying getting noticeable.

Jake was taken aback by your sudden display of emotion, immediately wrapping his arms around you in a comforting embrace. "Hey, hey, it's okay," he murmured softly, rubbing your back soothingly. "What happened? Why are you crying?"

You sniffled, trying to compose yourself as you pulled away slightly. "It's just… work," you managed to choke out between sobs. "Mr. Jameson… He wants me to get a photo of Spider-Man for the front page, and I- I don't know how to do it. I'm so screwed, Jake."

Jake's expression softened with understanding, though you had no idea just how much he truly understood. "Hey, it's okay," he repeated, guiding you to sit on his bed. "We'll figure it out, okay? You're not alone in this."

Ni-Ki, hearing the commotion, poked his head out from behind the doorframe. "Jake can help," he said, and you could feel Jake getting tense. You looked up to Ni-Ki.

"What?"

"Jake knows Spider-Man. You could get the picture." You open your eyes as your eyes travel again to Jake's.

"Since when?!" You practically shouted at him, and he gave a shy smile, which you loved, but the thought of him being friends with the hero and not telling you was in your mind.

"I'll tell you right after you clean and calm yourself. You know what? Go to the bathroom." As you were protesting, Jake obligated you to go inside. The boys went straight to the room and locked it, Jake basically punching Ni-Ki for opening his mouth.

"Are you being serious?! Why did you say that?"

"You know I'm fond of her, and I can't stand her crying. And also, I'm doing you a favor; you've liked her since forever, and with this, you can make a move. And you know that she loves Spider-Man. I consider this a win."

Jake's heart raced as he processed Ni-Ki's words. He couldn't deny the truth about them. He had harbored feelings for you for what felt like forever, but he never found the courage to act on them, and because of the sudden powers he got after being bite by a spider, the dangers were too much to the point he would rather die with the secret in order to keep you save. That's how much he loved you.

But at the same time, he couldn't help but feel the weight of responsibility settling on his shoulders. Keeping his identity as Spider-Man a secret was crucial, and now, with you unknowingly on the brink of discovering the truth, he felt the pressure mounting.

Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, Jake turned to Ni-Ki. "Okay, okay," he muttered, running a hand through his hair in agitation. "But we have to be careful. She can't know about this, Ni-Ki. It's too risky."

Ni-Ki nodded solemnly, understanding the gravity of the situation. "I won't say anything else, I promise. Only you have to stay cool, you get to nervous around her. I'm surprise you're not right now" he assured Jake.

"Because someone open his mouth"

"Stop crying and be grateful. I pulled a move that you couldn't make for the past 4 years."

It has already been two days since that weird conversation and the explanation of Jake being friends with Spider-Man. It was so odd to you, but the most odd thing was when he told you by text, "I will send you the address where he's going to be."

And here you were, going into the alley for him to arrive. It was getting late, and you could feel your heart beating fast when you saw a few guys in there, cigars in their hands, their auras as bad as how they looked.

"Hey, sweetheart," one of them said, which you ignored completely.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you ignored the leering comments from the men in the alley. You clutched your camera bag tightly, feeling a surge of unease as you realized just how vulnerable you were in this dimly lit space.

Just as panic threatened to overtake you, a familiar sound cut through the tension—a whoosh of air followed by the distinct thud of impact. Before you could even process what was happening, Spider-Man descended from the shadows, landing gracefully in front of you with his trademark agility.

"Hey there, fellas," Spider-Man said, his voice tinged with a hint of amusement. "I don't think the lady appreciates your company."

The men scoffed, eyeing Spider-Man with a mixture of defiance and uncertainty. "And who are you supposed to be, huh?" One of them sneered, taking a step forward. You started taking your camera out of your bag, setting it up for a good shot, and to make it take as many photos as you could as both men focused on the hero.

Spider-Man's demeanor shifted subtly, his stance becoming more assertive as he addressed the group. "Let's just say I'm the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, and I'm not too keen on seeing people hassle innocent bystanders, especially this pretty girl," he replied, his tone firm.

The men hesitated, sizing up the masked vigilante before them. But before they could make another move, Spider-Man sprang into action, his movements a blur of speed and precision. With calculated strikes and well-timed dodges, he swiftly incapacitated the would-be troublemakers, leaving them groaning on the ground in defeat.

You watched in awe as Spider-Man effortlessly dispatched the thugs, a surge of gratitude welling up inside you. Once the immediate threat had been neutralized, Spider-Man turned to you, his masked eyes meeting yours with a sense of warmth and reassurance. You took your camera and looked at the pictures, so many good enough to be front page material.

"Are you okay there?" he asked, his concern evident even behind the mask.

You nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over you in his presence. "Yeah, I'm okay," you stammered, still trying to process the whirlwind of events that had just unfolded before you. You felt some drops of water falling on your face, looking up at the sky and wondering if more drops were falling. "Damn it, it's raining."

"Then let me take you out of here." without a warning, his hand wrapped around your waist, both of your bodies covering the camera. "Hold on tight lensgirl," you frown at the nicknmae. There's only one person that could call you like that, but you couldn't think much of it as you held dear life to him as he swang you around places.

You ended up on your apartment building—in your balcony, to be more exact—and the roof kept both of you off the water, you went inside for a moment to leave the camera in your bed and return. He was hanging from the ceiling as you watched him, forcing you to believe that everything that happened in the past ten minutes was not a dream.

"Don't you want to stand up? So you don't get dizzy."

"I like it this way. Don't worry. Are you okay?"

"Yes, I am. Thank you."

"No problem, that's my job."

"Because you're a hero," the masked guy sighs in front of you. making you feel slighty sad for it.

"Some people don't think so." and it was true, all the fake rumors to paint him as a bad guy made you think about how much free time all this people have to just tear the life of someone who really wants to help.

"But you are, at least I think that."

"It's nice to have a fan as pretty as you."

"Let me say thank you."

"But you already did."

"I meant the trip, not you saving me." You approached him more, and the sound of the rain at the back made the scene more lovely. Then slowly took the mask, only showing his lips. You were surprised by the familiar shape, making your mind go wild. No wonder Ni-Ki and Jake got nervous; no wonder Jake was the only one that could help you with the hero; and there's no wonder why he called you "Lensgirl."

Jake was Spider-Man.

Leaving your thoughts behind, you place your lips on his. The kiss was electrifying, a rush of emotions coursing through both of you as your lips met in a tender embrace. Raindrops fell softly around you, adding to the surreal moment as you shared this intimate connection with the masked hero who had just swept you off your feet—literally.

As the kiss deepened, you felt a sense of clarity wash over you. Everything suddenly made sense—the mysterious conversations, the unspoken tension between you and Jake, even the strange nickname he had given you. It was all because he was Spider-Man, the hero you had admired from afar, and now he was the man whose lips were pressed against yours.

Time seemed to stand still as you lost yourself in the kiss, the world fading away until it was just the two of you tangled together on that rooftop balcony.

"Thank you, Jake," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the sound of the rain.

"Wait… how?"

"You let out "Lensgirl," and I've stared at your lips too much to actually know the shape," he finally dropped himself, taking off his mask completely, revealing his red cheeks and normal shy demeanor.

He actually searched your face for any sign of rejection. "I know it's a lot to take in," he said softly, his thumb brushing against your cheek. "But I wanted to tell you, not in this way; I've got to learn to also shut my mouth up. I… I care about you more than you'll ever know."

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you reached up to cup his face in your hands, the weight of everything finally sinking in. "I care about you too, Jake," you admitted, your voice trembling with emotion. "I just… I never imagined…"

Before you could finish your sentence, Jake leaned in to capture your lips in another kiss, sealing the unspoken words between you with a promise of something more. 

With a smile on your lips and love in your heart, you leaned into Jake's embrace, letting the warmth of his touch chase away the chill of the night as you watched the city skyline glitter in the rain.

"Please write a good news about me."

"Trust me, you'll sure have it, Spidey."

"I just realized that I've to thank Ri-Ki, damn it."

(💢⪖ ⩋⪕) ⠀ ── ⠀ SENDING A SIGNAL !

SYNOPSIS! yn is so desperately crushing on her best friend, jake, but he just can’t seem to get it, despite all of their friends knowing! so little by little, she sends him a sign — a signal, if you will. but he never seems to get it, oblivious to everything. maybe one day he’ll get it, but for now yn is trying to let him know!

PAIRING. sim jaeyun x fem ! reader

GENRE. socmed au , nonidol , college , friends2lovers , fluff .

FEATURING. ENHYPEN , GAEUL of IVE , YUNA of ITZY , JAEHYUN of BOYNEXTDOOR , TAEHYUN of TOMORROW X TOGETHER .

STATUS + SCHEDULE. ongoing ! started 16/07/2024 . updates every tues + thurs , 4:00pm est.

WARNINGS. im yeojin as faceclaim , foul language , kms / kys jokes , rlly bad humor honestly ( im unfunny ) , ignore dates lols !

PENNY’S COMMENTARY! inspired by twice’s signal ! first smau guys omg im so excited !

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PROFILES. #fedupwithyn | #jakegetaclue

CHAPTERS. ( titles subject to change )

O1. yn wanted some 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

O2. gentle parenting

O3. it’s party time ! ( written )

O4. audible sigh

O5. down bad

O6. delusion or manifestation?

O7. in lesbian

O8. he knows

O9. damage control

1O. tba

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© kissofhoon, 2024

this time- epilogue

synopsis: a short glimpse of your marriage with the love of your life.

pairing: husband!jake x reader

genre: fluff, established relationship, married life, suggestive

warning: suggestive scene in the kitchen, implied smut

word count: 1381 words

note: read this time first to understand the story.

after two years of getting married, you and jake finally settled where you first started—at daebom. it is a small and quiet town for you to settle with your family.

before finding a house of your own, your parents were willing to let you stay with them. they were happy that they’re finally having time with aera and your husband. oh how they loved your husband. they were happy that they finally had a son in the family. and jake was happy to be part of your family.

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this time

synopsis: you confessed to jake sim in your senior year of high school but got rejected. now you’re a single mom in need of a math tutor to help your daughter pass math class. you happen to stumble upon jake’s profile and end up hiring him.

pairing: math tutor!jake x single mom!reader

genre: childhood acquaintances to lovers, single parent au, fluff, little bit of angst but happy ending

warnings: unrequited love (only at the beginning), mentions of early pregnancy, abandonment, fear of being in a relationship, one suggestive scene, short argument about career

word count: 11,359 words

note: THIS WHOLE STORY IS RUSHED AND NOT HEAVILY PROOFREAD, SORRY :((((

the first day you saw jake sim was at your school’s library. you were reading “anne of green gables” while he was reading a physics textbook. a freakin’ physics textbook. who reads a physics textbook at eight years old? apparently, jake sim does.

he looked so invested in reading formulas and his glasses were thick black-framed ones. you thought it was cute when he was sticking his tongue out as he was reading probably some formulas and terms. you forgot about gilbert blythe because that day, jake sim became number one in your “the cutest boys i’ve ever seen” list.

word was sent out that you had a huge, massive crush on jake sim. who wouldn’t know when you shout his name every time he passes by your way? you’d give him love notes saying how cute he looked with his glasses and how he has the cutest smile. every cringey, embarrassing thing a girl can do and call her crush just for him to notice her. yes, you’ve done it all.

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[00:30am] Hard thought ໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১

Currently thinking about Best Friend!Jake who could only stare at you for a couple seconds , trying to register what you had just said — you wanted to learn how to ride a dick ? He was more than happy to offer himself , he wouldn't miss out on the chance of getting his dick wet by his very own best friend.

"Fuck... roll your hips a little more...", Jake hissed , his hands firmly grabbing your waist , one hand moving up to your chest to give your right tit a firm squeeze — his eyes focused on the way your lower lips stretched around the base of his cock , your clit rubbing against his pelvis as you rolled your hips slowly. "Fuck you and your s-stupidly huge cock Jake...", you whimpered out , the sheer size and girth of his length making it difficult for you to move , the veins of his cock pulsating against your tight velvety walls that were almost suffocating his cock. His left hand moved down to your hip and grabbed it a bit more firmly, slowly guiding and helping you with moving your hips before you were bouncing on it — the bulbous head of his cock kissing your cervix with each thrust , knocking the air out of your lungs. "I think you'll need more than one lesson on how to ride a cock", Jake's heavy Australian accent sent shocks of electricity through your body , the wet and lewd squelching sounds your cunt made rang embarrassingly loud in your ears — cheeks growing even hotter as lewd , shameless moans spilled past your lips. This certainly won't be the first or last time you'd ride his cock now that you've gotten a taste of it , neither will it be his now that he knows that your cunt feels so much better on his cock than he imagined.

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───〃★❛❛Helping Hand❞│S.JY

⌞Synopsis ⌝ You and your childhood best friend never had any issues talking about your sex life , be it embarrassing moments or humbling experiences , but you were curious — the way Jake was talking about how good it felt to have someone ride his dick made it seem like some mind blowing experience , an experience you've never had. Before you knew , your little "secret" slipped past your lips , wide puppy like eyes staring at you in surprise. Surely it wouldn't hurt for him to give you some help with that.

⌞Contains ⌝ nsfw (mdni),Childhood best friend!Jake , Big dick!Jake , cervix fucking , pet names, praising , Soft Dom!Jake , nipple play , Oral (F!rec), pussy drunk!Jake , a hint of possessiveness and obsession, unprotected sex , dirty talk , Hair pulling , dacryphilia, creampie

⌞Wordcount ⌝ 2.5k

⌞Disclaimer ⌝ Reminder that this is all Fiction and no true representation of the member ! Also , this fic is inspired/based off of my hard thought

"God that's horrible , did he at least make you cum?", Jake chuckled , leaning back into his couch after he had set his can of soda down on the coffee table. The two of you were currently talking about the hook up you had a couple days ago with some guy you met on a house party. "No , he didn't. I had to fake it. Look , he actually did a decent job with getting me close to coming but when I told him I was close , he suddenly switched up the pace to much faster and obviously that ruined my orgasm", you huffed a little , still feeling salty about it — you were greedy when it came to sex and pleasure , if the other participant was allowed to cum , why weren't you allowed to?

"Nah , that's the worst. He was probably one of those Frat boy jocks ,wasn't he?", your best friend could only laugh when he saw the expression you had on your face , your lips pursed in a thin line as you just stared back at him — that was all he needed to confirm he was right. "That reminds me , I had a hook up yesterday with a girl from Tinder — she rode me like a beast , it was crazy", you turned your head to look at him , your curiosity piping up — you've never ridden someone before , not because you didn't want to , but rather because you didn't know how. You were used to being the one always laying underneath , not on Top , so you lacked the experience of riding dick.

"Does it really feel that good for guys?", Jake hummed when he heard your question , running a hand through his hair to brush his bangs out of his face. "Not only for guys but for the ladies as well , they can control the pace and depth and can angle their hips in the right position to get their g spot stimulated", he reached his hand out to grab his can of soda again and before you knew it , your lips moved faster than you can think about what to reply. "I've never rode a dick before , I don't know how it feels", his hand froze for a second , staying in the air before he snapped out of it and grabbed his can. "Why? Did the guys you were with never let you?", You shook your head slightly , leaning back into the couch and pulling your knees up to your chest, resting your chin on top of your knees.

"I'm too embarrassed to try it out , I lack experience of riding dick. I'm so used to being underneath that I've never tried it out , like , being on top?", he made a small "ahh" sound before taking a huge gulp from his soda , his eyes glancing at you for a second before he looked away again. "I suppose you don't really trust the guys with that? Like , that you'd rather try it out with someone you trust and know since you're embarrassed to try it out with one of your hook ups, not wanting to make an embarrassment out of yourself?", you nodded as he practically concluded how you felt. His hand reached out to rest on your shoulder , avoiding eye contact with you as you looked at him. "I could teach you..?"

His lips were slowly moving against yours , not rushing into it since this was an intimate moment after all — his hands roaming your sides as you were perched up on his lap. His lips were just as soft and kissable as they looked , like two soft pillows interlocked with yours , moving so sensually and gently like as if you were a fine piece of porcelain. Your shirt was long discarded on his bedroom floor along with his own, his right calloused hand slowly sliding up your back — the tips of his fingers gliding along your spine before they came to a stop at the back of your bra. His nimble fingers experimentally unclasping your bra as he skillfully opened it with one hand , breaking the kiss with small heavy pants , his eyes watching the way the straps of your bra slowly slid down your shoulders — almost teasing him in a way.

His breath hitched as he hooked his fingers under the straps , pulling them completely down and letting your bra drop down between your bodies — your tits were so pretty , so soft looking with pretty nipples that just begged to get sucked on. "So pretty...", Jake was almost in a trance with the way his head was slowly inching down to your chest , his hand pressing against the small of your back to push you closer to him. "Can I..?", even if the two of you agreed to it and even if he did had your consent already , he was still going to ask — he wanted to make sure that you still 100% wanted this , he wouldn't get mad or disappointed if you were to change your mind , your body your choice. Upon seeing you nodding , he licked his lips because of how dry they've gotten before his plump lips latched onto one of your nipples, his left hand groping and playing with your other lump of fat he wasn't occupied with — his tongue sensually swirling around the nub that was starting to harden in his mouth , flicking the tip of his tongue against it before gently sucking on it.

He knew that everyone nipples had different levels of sensitivity , so he started slow and gentle to see how sensitives yours were to not cause you any pain — what a gentleman your best friend was. Your right hand moved from the back of his nap up to his hair , fingers tangled in the thick dark strands as you subconsciously pushed his head closer to your chest — his mouth switching to the other nipple , the cool air against your wet nipple causing a shiver to run down your spine. His right hand started to dance across your bare skin again , moving from the small of your back to your hips , teasingly slipping his fingers past the waistband of your sweatpants — toying with the elastic band of your panties.

"Jake....", you breathed out , your nipple starting to feel a little sore from the attention he was giving it , releasing the hard nub with a quiet "Pop" before pressing a soft kiss against it and mumbling a small apology. "(Y/n), I want you to sit on my face. I need to get you all nice and wet for my cock. I don't want to come off as bragging... but trust me, you'll need that prep , I don't want to hurt you", his words made you giggle a little , was he serious? Did he think that you couldn't handle cock? "You're making it sound like as if you're really huge", he just sheepishly smiled at you , obviously , you wouldn't know what a monster of a cock was hiding underneath his pants. "You'll see for yourself soon.... I still need you to sit on my face though, so chop chop", Jake ushered , slapping your ass gently to get you to lift your hips up — his hands moving to help you take off your sweatpants along with your panties.

Your face started to feel hot — it wasn't like as if this was the first time a guy undressed you or saw you naked, but for gods sake , this was your childhood best friend who grew up with you. This was a little embarrassing. "You're already so wet from just getting your cute little nipples played with... how cute", he mused , seeing the sticky strings of arousal going from your pussy to your panties as he pulled them down — a visibly wet patch soiling the fabric. "Oh shut it..", you huffed , slapping the back of his head gently which just made him laugh softly. He motioned for you to keep hovering over his lap , scooting down slightly to lay down flat on his back , grabbing ahold of your hips to move you closer to his face.

He clicked his tongue slightly when he saw the way you were hesitating to sit down on his face , his eyes focused on your glistening cunt. "Just sit your pretty ass down on my face , Jesus , I'm not going to suffocate", he joked , his hands moving from your hips to your thighs , gently caressing the soft flesh and giving them a gentle squeeze. You pondered a little before a small yelp escaped your lips as he pushed your thighs down , making you lower yourself on his face — his hot breath fanning your wet folds. "Such a pretty pussy.. can't believe you hid that from me", Jake murmured , his tongue slipping past his lips and between your folds — licking a stripe between them before placing a little kiss on your clit. He glanced up to you one more time just to watch your expression as he pressed his tongue flat against your clit , giving it a firm lick before he closed his eyes — ready to devour and enjoy his meal.

And god was making his tongue make you go crazy , pathetic little moans and pants escaping your lips — your hips desperately bucking up against his face , his nose bumping and rubbing against your clit as he slid his tongue into your drooling hole. Your hands were grasping onto his hair , pulling on the strands while he ate your sweet little cunt out like a starved men. He was skilled with his tongue , way more than just skilled — he was making you see stars. "Fuck... you taste so fucking sweet , such a sweet little pussy holy shit..", Jake mumbled , latching his plump lips around your clit against — sucking and swirling his tongue around it , flicking against it again as well before going back to flattening his tongue against it before drawing random shapes with the tip of his tongue on the bundle of nerves.

Your climax was approaching quickly , your brain left in such a daze that you couldn't even warm him — a loud cry of his name followed by a curse word falling from your lips , your slick covering his chin as he greedily licked every single drop you gave him. "Think you can still keep going..?", Jake asked between small pants , his cheeks flushed from the lack of his air , his lust filled eyes gazing up to you — following the way your body moved as you scooted back down to sit on his lap , amusement spreading on his face when he saw the way you froze. Something hard and long was pressing against your ass , turning your head a little to look back just to confirm what it was — Jake's hard cock was straining against the fabric of his sweatpants , he really wasn't lying when he said you'd need the prep. "Jesus fuck... what the fuck Jake..?", you mumbled , clearly intimidated yet impressed with his size — also , who would have thought that he'd get so hard just from eating you out.

"I warned you..", Jake replied, lifting his hips a little to slide his sweatpants along with his boxer shorts down to his ankles , using his feet to get at least one leg completely free — his hard cock springing free and slapping against your ass , his pre cum smearing against your skin from the contact. His cock was not only blessed in length , but also in girth — pretty veins running along the shaft, the bulbous head drooling with pre cum. Jake's hand moved to your hips again , lifting you up a little and moving you a little back before sitting you back down on his lap — his cock between your wet folds, your sensitive clit rubbing against his length as he subtly moved your hips back and forth. "You can still back out (Y/n) , if you feel too scared or don't want to anymore, I won't get mad or disappointed and completely understand", Jake reassured , rubbing his thumb into the skin of your hips — he knew his size scared a lot of girls , it was understandable , he was above average after all.

"Just a little more... fuck you're tight", Jake hissed , his fingers digging into your hips — his cock felt like as if it was getting suffocated , your velvet hugging his length so tightly. He was only half way in , your thighs trembling as you tried to keep yourself up. "The fuck you mean just a little more!", You huffed , a strangled moan escaping your lips as you lowered yourself down his length — the stretch burned but in such a good way , your body shivering and trembling as you finally had all of him inside you. You could feel him in your guts with how deep he was inside , his bulbous head pressing against your cervix. Jake wasn't doing any better , your pussy may just be the best one he was going to fuck — no scratch that , it was the best one.

"Take it easy pretty girl.. just go slow , I'll help you", Jake reassured , making sure your poor little cunt had adjusted to his cock — guiding your hands to grab onto the headboard of his bed so you had better balance as you slowly rolled your hips down against his. Fuck did you feel so full , full from just his cock alone — moans and whimpers falling from your lips as you slowly moved your hips. "Such a good girl .. taking me so well , like as if you were made for me", Jake praised , pressing little kisses against your neck as he helped you bounce on his cock. Your thighs were already starting to burn , your moans getting more whiny and desperate — he knew you were getting tired so he decided to take over , planting his feet flat on his bed as he angled his legs. With every thrust of his, the tip of his cock kissed your cervix , making you see stars once again and knocking the air out of your lungs.

At this point , the pleasure was so overwhelming that tears started to run down your cheeks — your hands gripping onto the headboard for dear life as he was quite literally rearranging your guts. "Fuck , your pussy feels so good. I'm going to ruin it for any other guy so you can only fuck me. No guy is ever going to give you the same pleasure like I do , I'll mold your sweet little cunt into the shape of my cock", Jake babbled , his words slurred as he was in a pussy drunk daze — moving his hand from your hip to your thigh , rubbing his thumb against your clit as he felt the way your walls tightened around him.

A loud cry left your lips as you came all over his cock , making him groan loudly as his thrust started to lose their rhythm — more tears spilling from your eyes as he pushed your hips completely down . He knew he was safe , he knew you were safe so he didn't worry about std's and he also knew that you were on birth control so the chances of knocking you up were low — but with the way his bulbous head pressed against your cervix , he wasn't sure anymore. Thick ropes of cum filled your poor little cunt up , an almost whiny moan leaving his lips as he filled you up to the brim — a white ring forming around the base of his cock as he thrusted a couple more times before letting you rest against him.

"Don't look at me like that..", Jake chuckled as he looked at you , your arms crossed over your chest as you glared at him. "Fuck yourself Jake", you huffed and pulled the blanket over yourself — yes , the sex was more than just good but who would've thought that you'd now have to stay at his place for the next couple days because he quite literally took the ability to walk away from you. "You and your stupidly huge fucking cock.."

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“but it made you feel better right?”

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pairing: loving bf! jake x uterus-having! reader ↬ tags: can be idol! or non-idol! au! (both works), jake being such a dear heh :D he carries you PRINCESS STYLE!!, cuddles, MENSTRUATION EEK

summary: being on your time of the month just means that jake gets to love you for who you are word count: 506 words

“say, do you want a cup of...” jake trailed off, stopping behind the couch. you certainly didn’t look like you wanted a cup of whatever cold beverage he found in the fridge. he slowly approached your curled-up form, not wanting to startle you. 

he gazed at your back with a twinge in his heart at the sight before him: you were gently rocking yourself, head laid atop your tucked up legs and arms wrapped around your shin. your homework was long forgotten; the laptop’s screen had gone black. 

gingerly, he placed a hand on your back. you blearily glanced at jake, before pouting and resuming your original position. “do you think you can handle going into the bedroom?” he moved to stand in front of you, crouching down.

a pause, then, “no, you know what? i’m carrying you in.” you hadn’t made a fuss when jake hooked right arm under your legs, left arm cradled securely around your back. 

it must have been heavily affecting you, for the usually bubbly you was now so subdued like that. 

jake placed you down gently on the shared bed, waiting for you patiently to adjust to a comfortable position. squatting down by the bedside, he promised, “i’ll grab your heat pack and a cup of warm tea?” 

“no.” you gripped his index finger, nearly tugging jake onto the bed.

“but then you’re gonna be hurting. i don’t want to see you in pain.” he rested a free hand on your cheek and you instantly leaned into his touch. “i’ll be back before you know it, okay?” jake gave you a quick kiss on your cheek, smiling back at you. 

he made a quick work of heating up the microwavable pack, preparing your favourite honey green tea and coming back all before you started getting lonely. he’s heart skipped a beat when you perked up (or looked like to try to in your discomfort), gesturing for him to join you on the bed.

he obliged, lifting the covers a tad bit. grinning, he peppered kisses over your lower abdomen, “feel better?” you stared at him incredulously, face turning red at his actions. jake burst out laughing when your hands crept up to cover your face, “that’s d-dumb.” “but it made you feel better right?” he teased, handing you the heat pack. 

“of course. but hugs.” you buried your face into his broad chest and jake’s heart was set aflutter. “yes, yes. your hugs.” jake loosely looped his arms around you, lightly caressing your back. “if you let go, i’m making you sleep on the couch tonight.” you peeped open an eye, making the most ‘threatening’ face you could. jake shushed you with a kiss, this time on your lips. satisfied, you closed your eyes, inhaling deeply. 

you surely were a tiny bit whiny and overall pliable, but it was nothing jake couldn’t handle. 

a silly smile tugged on his lips and he couldn’t help but press another kiss on your forehead.

“rest easy my love. i’ll be here with you.” 

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#FFF8F2 | JAKE SIM.

genre | fluff

word count | 1598

warning | implied age gap relationship​

note | inspired by 10 months / wrote this sleepy.

the disappointment that riddled jake’s body when he watched you pick at the fish with your chopsticks, then proceeded to put the meat in his bowl, was a feeling he didn’t think he should feel. but still, he gripped his chopsticks with a faint, clueless smile, and he wondered if his effort to learn how to correctly pick a fish for you, as you mentioned you never had to pick the meat off yourself, went to waste.

as always, you learned how to do things yourself. as always, you never thought to ask him for help.

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꒰ october scheduler below ꒱

will be moved to my notice board end september!

subject to changes/ in the midst of writing

nothing scheduled! -> 1/10/24 the space between us -> 11/10/24 - enhypen s. jake ↬ ""i'm tryna do something here jakey. in a minute, yeah?" you gently pried his sweaty palm off you, totally focused on completing your assignment. you don't catch the way his ears tinge red at the tone of your voice. this feels like love -> 21/10/24 - nct j. jaehyun ↬ you two don't say 'i love you' but more often than not, your actions do. (birthday special) the sweetest choice -> 31/10/24 - svt h. joshua ↬ "your bashful admission cause his heart to skip a beat. even after all this time, you were always so considerate and sweet. pulling you to his side, he pressed a kiss on your forehead, "i don't mind it one bit…”

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i need help!!

ok so i remember months ago i read a jake fic where f!reader was reading a book while jake was sleeping and he had a dream where reader was being flirty with another guy and when he woke up in the middle of the night he told reader about it and it lead to them making love love. i need to find that fic like so bad if this is on your tl and u have an idea of what im talking abt please help me!! 😭

Hey dear, please can I have a Sim Jake x idol!male!reader who is gothic thank u 🖤

༊*·˚ 𝑳𝒆𝒕'𝒔 𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕

ᴾᵃⁱʳⁱⁿᵍˢ: ᴮᵒʸᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈ! ᴶᵃᵏᵉ ˣ ⁸ᵗʰ ᴹᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ! ᴳᵒᵗʰⁱᶜ! ᴹᵃˡᵉ ᴿᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

ᴳᵉⁿʳᵉ: ᶠˡᵘᶠᶠ

ᵂᵒʳᵈ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ: ¹.⁴ᵏ

ᵂᵃʳⁿⁱⁿᵍˢ: ˢᵉᵐⁱ ᵖᵘᵇˡⁱᶜ ᵃᶠᶠᵉᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ, ᵃˡˡ ᴱⁿʰʸᵖᵉⁿ ᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳˢ ᵃʳᵉ ʰᵉᵃᵈ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ʰᵉᵉˡˢ ᶠᵒʳ ʸ/ⁿ, ᵈⁱˢᶜᵘˢˢⁱᵒⁿ ᵒᶠ ˢᵗᵉᵖᵖⁱⁿᵍ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵒᶠ ᶜᵒᵐᶠᵒʳᵗ ᶻᵒⁿᵉ.

ˢʸⁿᵒᵖˢⁱˢ: ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵒ ˢʰᵒᵖᵖⁱⁿᵍ ʷⁱᵗʰ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵇᵒʸᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈ ᵃᶠᵗᵉʳ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˢᶜʰᵉᵈᵘˡᵉˢ, ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵗᵒ ᶠⁱⁿᵈ ʰⁱᵐ ᵃᵗᵗᵉᵐᵖᵗⁱⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵒⁿᵛⁱⁿᶜᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵒ ʷᵉᵃʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵒˡᵒʳˢ ʰᵉ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ˢᵘⁱᵗ ʸᵒᵘ.

ᴬ/ⁿ: ᴵ'ᵐ ˢᵒʳʳʸ ᵃⁿᵒⁿ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗᵃᵏⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵒ ˡᵒⁿᵍ, ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵗᵒᵒᵏ ᵐᵉ ᶠᵒʳᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵃˢ ᴵ ᵈⁱᵈⁿ'ᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʷʰᵃᵗ ᵗᵒ ʷʳⁱᵗᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᶠⁱᶜ. ᴺᵉᵛᵉʳᵗʰᵉˡᵉˢˢ ᴵ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵉⁿʲᵒʸ ⁱᵗ.

“Okay, Y/n you're up next.” A voice said behind you.

It was Jungwon, your leader and main dancer who had debuted in the same group as you.

Before participating in I-Land you had been recruited by the company staff and became a trainee under HYBE Labels. You hadn't been there long before participating in the survival show, and you ended up ranking fairly high, ending at the final rank of 2nd place.

Being a fan favorite and one of the idols with the most fangirls barely mattered to you. You only enjoyed the company of your members and became fond of making music. Particularly enjoying the act of dancing and performing alongside the members of Enhypen.

Today’s schedule was a photoshoot for an upcoming magazine that was particularly aimed towards young adults. But for sure anyone who happened to be a fan of the group and stumbled upon it would for sure purchase it. That was without a doubt.

You came up to the front, the black clothes complimenting the color of your hair.

Niki walked up to you, one of the members you were particularly close with.

“I bet you requested that attire didn't you?” He said teasingly, to which you simply nodded, looking over to the man who would be assisting you in helping your shoot go smoothly.

“It would only make sense wouldn't it?” You smirked, knowing he'd react indifferently to that.

“Right, right. Either way dark colors look good on you. So I'd say your fashion suits you, it's unique after all.” He smiled, catching you to mutter a small ‘thank you’ in response. Not a lot of people complimented you, so you genuinely liked it when someone paid attention to that aspect of yours

“Y/n!!” a loud voice yelled from behind, practically jumping over your shoulders and hugging you from behind.

Oh of course you would know who this was-

“Jake Hyung-! Y/n is about to have his photoshoot, you're going to mess up his hair!” Sunoo yelled from the other room, most definitely having his hair done due to the sound of the hair dryer running.

You turned around and looked at Jake, or in other words: your boyfriend. A bit confused on what he needed you fully turned your body to face him and scratched the side of your cheek.

It hadn't been long since you two had started dating so you were still a bit nervous around him.

“I'm assuming there's something you must have to tell me…?” You muttered in a low voice, chuckling slightly at the sight of your boyfriend smiling brightly at you.

“I wanna take you out for dinner later, it doesn't have to be anything too expensive but we should go shopping for new clothes after this shoot.” He beamed, making you flustered a bit before hearing your name be called from behind.

“Okay, I'll make sure to keep it in mind.” You smiled back, seeing him wave at you before making an encouraging fist.

Sunghoon came out of his room, drying his hair due to the water usage in his pictures and going to sit down with the others at the table, “Finally Y/n’s turn?”

“Yeah, he's handsome.” Heeseung said, leaning his cheek against his fist as he sighed. Ever since I-Land took place Heeseung had always admired you, which was a huge honor. Not only were you in his words ‘one of the most handsome men he'd ever seen,’ but you were also talented. Especially having only had limited time as a trainee in the company, you were a recent yet a threat to most of the others training at the company

Jay stared at you blankly before shaking his head and snapping himself back into reality, “I feel like I get hypnotized every time I look at him. His color scheme is just so unique and creative that you just can't help but space out if you look at him a second too long.”

“Right? He's so pretty.” Sunoo added, crossing his arms and rocking his chair back and forth.

Heeseung turned over to face Jake and teasingly nudged him on the arm, “Tell us your secrets. How do you attract such beautiful men?” He said, winking the moment Jake turned to look at him.

“Pure luck I guess.”

_____

Jake ran through the aisles, picking out every piece of clothing that he thought would look good on you, black or not.

He was particularly insisting on a plain white T-shirt, which he claimed, 'would look good on you.' However, since it wasn't your regular go to, you found yourself rejecting the actual process of trying it on. Let alone buying it.

“Y/n, it won't hurt to put on a white shirt. White compliments black am I right?” He smiled, making you look up at him and cross your arms in a form of an ‘x’

He frowned, looking over and spotting a black leather jacket which would combine with the shirt he had picked out.

“How about you pair it with this?” He said half enthusiastically, half defeated.

Being your boyfriend, he wanted to see you wear more variety of colors, especially those he thought you'd look good with. There had only been two occasions when you wore a color beside black, and that was only because it was a track where the outfits wouldn't match if one was of a darker scheme.

You always requested a full on dark outfit, you liked it that way and of course most stylists tried to respect that desire of yours. After all it was your form of representation, anything dark was considered a trend created by you and your unique sense of fashion.

White was one of the colors he so very badly wanted to see on you. Not only that but he also wished to see you wear the traditional blue jeans, any time you bought a pair they'd be black or gray, that was that and they'd be no-one changing your mind.

But of course, Jake being Jake thought that it was worth a shot.

“Look, I appreciate the consideration but I don't think I want to-”

Jake sighed lightly, not letting you finish your sentence before he silently turned around and walked back to the clothing section

You looked at him, sighing in relief that you finally managed to convince him and he'd be leaving to put the clothes away-

“What if we paired it with these pants?” He yelled enthusiastically.

“What!?”

In the end, you ended up putting on the outfit he picked out for you. You didn't particularly dislike it, however it just felt unusual.

“I don't really know if I like this..” you muttered as he fixed up a couple sides and smiled back at you.

“For me you look great. I'd appreciate it if you wore this to dinner tonight.”

“I don't think I'll be confident if I wore this.” You muttered, looking down at the jacket and pants.

“It's not a bad outfit, but it's just not for me.”

He frowned, looking up at you as he took the basket from his arm and handed it over to you.

“Check over these as well.”

This time, the basket was full of dark clothes, mostly containing hoodies and slightly oversized jeans that could be easily adjusted with a belt, preferably your favorite types of clothing.

You tried them on and there was no need to say that you definitely prefered the new chosen clothes better; however, Jake insisted on buying the previous outfit for you and you just couldn't bring yourself to convince him otherwise.

Back at home, organizing your newly bought clothes and putting them in their designated areas. You turned back to look at the brighter outfit which would look out of place in your normal everyday closet, you couldn't bring yourself to put it on whenever you had been getting ready for your casual dinner date with your boyfriend.

You really wanted to sacrifice all your regular clothing for this new outfit which you would most likely only ever wear once, however…

“Why aren't you wearing the outfit I got you!!??” Jake yelled, immediately catching you off guard as you just stared blankly at your lover.

“I unfortunately couldn't bring myself to put it on, however I did put on a pair of the new hoodie and pants you got me.”

Jake stared at you, he was unable to comprehend what he was seeing. You smiled knowingly as he just stared, sighing and shaking his head in his palms.

“Alright then, if that's what makes you comfortable.” he said, approaching you slowly and leaning in to give you a kiss on the cheek.

“Thank you for understanding.” You smiled, seeing him nod gently as he caressed your shoulders. “I can't force you at the end of the day. You're still my handsome boyfriend no matter what you decide to wear.” He teased, making you chuckle lightly.

“Let's go inside now- I'm hungry.”

could i please request the prompt “Pay attention to me before I kiss you,” “Sorry, did you say something?” for jake 💖💖

i hope you enjoy!

PAIRING | jake x reader

IDOLS FEATURED | sim jake, lee heeseung, nishimura riki

WC | 768

GENRE | fluff, comedy

WARNINGS | explicit language

MASTERLIST | EVENT MASTERLIST

You stared down at the soft, fluffy dog that was laying at your feet, wagging her tail slowly every time you reached down to scratch behind her ears, making small thumping sounds on the bare wooden floor. She opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out and panting happily as you stroked her long white fur, exposing her sharp white teeth and healthy gums. Not that you really noticed anyways; your attention was focused elsewhere, and Layla was well aware of this as she followed your gaze to her owner, who was sat in front of the TV, the tip of his nose only a few inches away from the bright screen. You had already reprimanded him a few times, an annoyed tone poisoning your innocent intentions, but Jake had hardly noticed, muttering a quick affirmative when you asked snarkily if he’d even heard you. He’d barely given you a moment of attention before turning back to his game, shouting directions at Riki and Heeseung, whom you assumed he was playing with. And so, you sat on his bed with Layla at your feet, his two forgotten girls, watching him with an irritated expression on your face, and Layla whining every few minutes in protest of Jake’s distractions.

As another round ended, Jake cheered as his team’s score flashed across the screen in bright yellow font, complimenting Heeseung and Riki, and of course himself, pridefully praising himself for carrying the team and getting the most kills out of anyone in the game. You rolled your eyes at his haughty tone, huffing loudly, perhaps hoping a little that he would notice your annoyance and begin to pay attention to you. After all, it was why you’d even come over to his house. You certainly didn’t come to watch him play games and ignore you the entire time.

“Just one more round, babe!” Jake called, still not taking his eyes off the screen as he shook one hand out, then the other, attempting to shake out his stiff fingers. You hummed boredly, not trusting what he said, as he had claimed the last three rounds would be the last. “Come on, come on,” he muttered to himself, “three wins in a row, we can do it!”

You could hardly make out the muffled voices of Riki and Heeseung from Jake’s headphones, but at this point you hardly cared, and you laid down on his bed, smoothing his wrinkled blue sheets and staring at his ceiling, when a sudden idea popped into your head. “Jake,” you said loudly, hoping that he could hear you through all of the noise in his game, “pay attention to me before I kiss you.” You held your breath as you waited for his response, but it didn’t come, and you sat up angrily, throwing a pillow at the back of his head, making him freeze up.

He removed one ear from under his headphones. “Sorry, did you say something?” he asked, still not even bothering to peek at you. “No, not you Riki!” he complained, “you never shut the fuck up, I can always hear you.”

“Never mind,” you huffed, frustrated, “I’m going home.” You stood up and gave Layla one last scratch behind the ears, sliding your phone into your pocket as you reached for the door knob.

“Wait, wait!” Jake yelled, finally throwing down his headphones, much to Heeseung and Riki’s complaints. “Where are you going?”

“You’re not even paying attention to me,” you grouched, “all you care about is your game.”

“Aw, babe,” Jake said, pushing his full lips into a pink pout, “if you were jealous you should have just said so! I would have given you all the attention you wanted.”

“I’m not jealous!” you denied, but Jake captured you in his arms, rubbing his nose against yours playfully as his long fingers roamed your sides, tickling your ribs and making you giggle. “Fine, fine! Maybe I was a little jealous, but I think it was justified!”

“I’ll only pay attention to you from now on,” he cooed, kissing you gently on the lips, “promise.” But as he tried to kiss you again, his phone started ringing, and he gave you an apologetic look as he picked up the call, one eyebrow raised in confusion at the caller ID. “Hello?”

“Damn it, Jake! We lost because of you!” Heeseung shouted, and Jake quickly turned to look back at his TV, which now showed his deceased character laying face-down in the grass, and he smacked his face with his palm.

“Babe,” he said, clasping your hand in his, “just one more round.”

© sweetrainwrites 2022, all rights reserved

✧ Matchy, matchy ; S.J

Pairing: Bf!Jake x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: To be loved is to be known. And you were. And he was, too. You knew him and he knew you, and neither of you would have it any other way.

Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff, down bad jake, down bad reader, freak: matched (lovingly), abandoned food, kissing, suggestive, gift giving as a love language,

A/n: happy anniversary to my beloved, @karinasbaby . My love for her inspired this, so… comeback?? Possibly. Stay tuned.

In the dimly lit, slightly damp hallway, Jake carefully turned the key in the lock, pushing the door open with the gentlest of nudges to avoid any noise. He slipped inside his apartment, his footsteps silent against the hardwood floor. The soft glow of evening light filtered through the curtains, casting a warmth hue over the room.

He was about to head to your shared bedroom when an enticing aroma caught his attention, causing him to stop mid-step. His heart skipped a beat as he realized the source of the delightful smell was in fact, coming from his kitchen.

Tip-toeing closer, Jake poked his head into the kitchen to the sight of you standing at the stove, your back turned to him. You were humming a soft tune, completely absorbed in your cooking. The sight of you, dressed in one of his old t-shirts, hair loosely tied up, glasses resting on your head, made his heart swell until it almost burst out of his chest. 

Jake’s lips curved into a bright smile as he quietly moved towards you, setting the gift bag down by the wall. Careful not to make a sound, he reached your side and paused for a moment, taking in the scene. The table was set for two, candles ready to be lit, and the counters were adorned with fresh ingredients. Jake recognized the variety on the table and his smile widened. He knew what avocados and limes meant and his stomach rumbled.

Unable to resist any longer, he stepped forward and gently wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close. You let out a small gasp of surprise, dropping the spoon you were holding as you turned your head to look at him, heart beating rapidly and eyes wide.

“Jake! Oh my gosh,” you exhaled, trying to catch your breath. “You scared me.” The smile that had twisted onto your lips and the sparkle in your shiny eyes told him that he had the same affect on you that you had on him. 

Jake kissed your cheek softly, nuzzling his face into your neck. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you, angel.” He did, and she knew it, too. “I just couldn’t resist.” 

You laughed, a sound he was sure the tides pushed towards because you were a celestial being to him, bright and unearthly. If he could bottle your laugh and drink it, have it swim in his veins forever, he would. 

“Well, I missed you and I wanted to surprise you. How was the harbor?” You picked up the spoon once more and stirred the pot of beans and ground meat. Knowing this mood of his, you turned off the stove. 

You wouldn’t be eating anytime soon, anyways. 

“It was okay,” he murmured, tightening his embrace. “Riki fell into the water but it only reached his hips.” He grinned against your skin when you snickered. He could feel your body shake beneath his hands and he pressed himself against you tighter. “I missed you, baby.” 

You turned in his arms, facing him fully. Your eyes met his and you could feel every ounce of stress, every fleeting miscellaneous thought, fade away. His eyes, shiny and sparkling, held yours with nothing but heat and affection. 

Jake swallowed, afraid to blink. He was afraid that if he blinked, you may disappear. It didn’t matter how long he had you, he wanted you for longer. He wanted forever. Eternity, even, if he could ask for it. 

Your eyes glazed over his face, taking him in after not seeing him for a few hours. There was a small smudge of dirt under his right eye and you did the only thing you could do. Holding his chin in place, you licked your thumb and rubbed the dirt off his face. 

Jake stared at you feverishly, eyes on your face; taking in the way you slightly pouted your lips, sticking your tongue out a bit. It was a habit you had learned from him, one he cursed himself for all the time.

“There,” you mumbled to yourself. “All clean.” You dropped your hands to his chest and met his gaze. The warmth in it almost made your legs buckle but his grip held you upright. 

“I love you,” he said. Before you could say anything, he dipped his head towards yours. His lips hovered above your own as he whispered, “I got you something.” 

Your eyes fluttered shut and you tilted your head up, trying to meet his lips but he stayed slightly out of reach, forever teasing you. “Yeah? What’d you get me?”

Jake almost gave in, feeling your warm breath against his lips. He wanted to kiss you until you forgot your name, but he enjoyed this. He enjoyed making you wait, the push and pull.

“It’s a surprise,” he mumbled. “You have to sit on the couch.” His lips briefly, for the lightest of seconds, brushed against yours and you almost whined out his name. 

“Jake,” you exhaled, eyes squeezed shut. Jake loved you like this; all bothered and slightly desperate for him. Usually, he was the one like this, the one on the cusp of begging and asking. When he got you like this, oh, you looked stunning. “Come on,” you tried. “Tell me.” 

Jake simply shook his head, his lips brushing against yours tantalizing. “Gotta wait, angel.” His lips curled upwards at the small noise of frustration you made and he stepped back, hands dropping to his side. He watched with heated eyes as you blinked back into yourself. He loved being the only one to have you like this. 

Before he could take another step back, you grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him towards you, smashing your lips together. You swallow his slight gasp of surprise and smile against his lips as he melts into it, hands cupping the sides of your face as your lips move harshly against each other. 

Unable to help himself, Jake steps forward and pushes you backwards until your back is flush against the counter. The slight dig makes you gasp in pleasurable pain and he slips his tongue inside your mouth, laying claim to what already belongs to him. He grips the counter, caging you in.

You clutch his shirt, lips moving roughly against his. Jake slots his knee between your legs and the new pressure manages to pull a breathy moan out of you. Jake pulls away, eyes still shut as he tries to catch his breath. There’s a string of saliva that connects your bruised lips and he presses his lips against yours softly, licking your lips clean. 

“Fuck,” he exhales. He opens his eyes and almost groans at the sight of you; breathing deeply, lips red and plump, eyes slightly dazed. You looked almost fucked out and he hasn’t even touched you yet. “Fuck, you’re so perfect.” 

You laughed at his words and slid your hands up to the base of his neck. “So, this gift…” 

Grinning, Jake nipped at your lips before stepping back. “Go sit on the couch, pretty.” He simply shook his head when you frowned at him and he watched you reluctantly walk out of the kitchen and into the living room with eyes filled to the brim with adoration. 

He waited until he heard you fall back onto the couch. Even then, you called out and let him know you were sitting. He was sure his heart was going to burst out his ribs and break through his skin with the amount of love and affection he felt for you. 

Grabbing the small gift bag, Jake made his way to you. When you heard his footsteps, you straightened your back and turned to face him, giving him your utmost attention. Jake often gifted you small, minuscule things, and you loved and appreciated every single thing. It was how he loved, and so you always made sure to focus on him and what his gift was telling you. 

Kneeling down in front of you, he looked up at you as you shifted to the edge of the sofa. You spread your legs a bit and he shuffled between them. His lips twisted and you pinched his nose, immediately seeing the flicker of heat and desire that spread through his eyes. “Don’t even think about it,” you warned. 

“Jokes on you,” he smirked. “I’m always thinking about it.” 

You raised an eyebrow at him and traced the outline of his lips. “Freak.” 

“Matched,” he countered, licking your finger when you pressed it down on his bottom lip. 

You both grinned at each other before he cleared his throat and lifted the gift bag, moving it towards you. Gently, like it was made of gold, which to you, it practically was, you grabbed it and set it down on your thigh. 

Jake watched you curiously as you picked the gift wrapping sheets out of the bag. He stopped breathing momentarily when you reached into the bag and pulled out a small, coffee coloured teddy bear plushie. 

His eyes, which could never and would never stray from you, focused on your expression; the way your eyes widened in surprise and then fondness, the way your small smile twisted into a wide grin before your lips parted in content. He watched as your eyebrows raised in surprise, the way your eyes crinkled. 

You looked so happy, so adorable as you gently patted the bear's head. Lost in the gift, you barely noticed Jake’s warm gaze and the way he shuffled forward, resting his cheek against your other thigh. He was more than pleased with staring at you like this forever. 

“Jake,” you whispered, pulling him out of his staring. He blinked and lifted his head, shaking the hair out of his face. With one hand, you held the bear tightly. With the other, you brushed his hair out his face, smiling a little wobbly. “I love him. What’s the special occasion?” 

Jake shrugged, slightly overcome with emotion. He didn’t think he would be, but you had that effect on him. “It’s uh, well,” he licked his lips. “I saw him at the harbor and thought of you. I knew I had to win it for you.” 

You stared at him, eyes widening at his words before you bit your bottom lip. You glanced at the bear in your hands and let out a quiet chuckle. At the sound, Jake looked back at you, eyes sparkling. 

“Jake,” you sighed. You leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his forehead. His eyes shut automatically and he breathed out in content. “This is actually really funny,” you murmured against his skin. 

“Hm?”

Pulling away, you set the bear down beside you and tapped his head twice. He opened his eyes and frowned in confusion when you motioned for him to move. Looking like a kicked puppy, he shuffled backwards and gave you enough space to get up. 

From the carpet, he watched you as you walked to the breakfast table. You pulled a chair back and grabbed something he couldn’t see. Hiding the item from his sight, you turned to face him. There was a twinkle in your eye, one he loved to see but didn’t understand. 

“Sit up on the couch for me, baby.” You motioned him to get up with your head and like the obedient boyfriend he was, he pushed himself off the carpet and fell back onto the sofa. 

Satisfied, you walked towards him, hiding the item behind your back. Jake tried to glance around you but with one look, he sulked into the couch, crossing his arms. Tsking, you sank to your knees and he immediately spread his legs. 

Your eyes traveled from his thighs up to his eyes and his eyes crinkled in amusement, an arrogant smirk ghosting on his lips. “Thinking about it, aren’t you, angel?”

You licked your lips, trying to focus on the present in your hands. “Don’t be freaky right now, Jake. We’re trying to be sentimental.” 

“So you are thinking about it,” he mused, spreading his legs further. You blinked and tried to ignore his tactics. It wasn’t even your fault really, not when his feelings and excitement were practically staring right in the face. 

Clearing your throat, you pinched his thigh to get his mind out of the gutter. Once the lust in his eyes died down a bit, you smiled bashfully at him. 

“What’re you hiding, angel? What’s in your hand?” He tried to hide the curiosity in his voice but you caught it. Because, while he liked to give you things, you also liked to give him things. Despite his calm demeanor, you knew he was always excited. Just like you were. 

Gosh, the stars really did love you both. 

“Well,” you started. “It’s funny that you got me that bear because I…” When your explanation fell short, you brought the bear in your hand towards Jake, handing it to him. He stared at the chocolate covered teddy bear in pure astonishment, almost like it couldn’t be real. 

You shuffled forward, resting your hand on his thigh. Rubbing small circles on his skin, you tried to ground him. Despite getting small gifts from you all the time, he took them each to heart. You wondered when he would accept the love he deserved. 

With a gentleness that made your stomach tingle, he held the bear carefully in his hand. It was small in his hands, but the weight of it felt almost overwhelming. You watched as his eyes glistened with something adoring, the way his lips parted prettily, curving into a smile so bright and beautiful it could have blinded you. 

“Angel,” his voice was hoarse with emotion, “why did you… how?” With soft, featherlike fingers, he caressed the bear as if it was your skin. His eyes were filled with wonder and if you could have captured this moment in its exactness, you would have lived in it. 

“I saw it the other day while I was shopping. It reminded me of you so I bought it.” 

Your words snapped something in him and he set the bear down, eyes ablaze. You barely got enough time to look at him before he scooped you into his arms and set you in his lap. Blinking, you stared at him, dumbfounded. 

With your legs on either side of him, you shuffled a bit closer until you were comfortable. Then, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed yourself against his chest, his hands wrapping around your waist. 

“Hi,” you whispered. 

His lips wobbled and he brushed his nose against yours. “Hi, angel.” 

“So, do you like the bear I got you?” 

Pressing a kiss to your jaw, he nodded. “I love it so much. So, so, much. I can’t believe we got matching plushies accidentally.” 

You laughed and kissed the edge of his smile, wanting to bask in it forever. “We match each other's freaks so well. We’re practically soulmates at this point.” 

Pulling away, he gripped your chin between his thumb and forefinger. “The fuck you mean practically? We are soulmates. I’m marrying you. We’re going to die together and be buried together in one casket.” 

“Oh.” You grinned at him. “Okay, baby. Whatever you say.” 

He tiled your head upwards and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. Then, he grabbed both of the bears and handed you yours while he kept his close to his chest. “What are you naming him?” 

You hummed in thought and stared at the bear in your hand. Naming your plushies was important to you. Names were important, and they had to be meaningful. Jake shouldn’t have been so turned on while watching you think of a name for a plushie, but he was. He knew you could feel it, but, having your priorities straight, you ignored him. 

“I kind of like Buoy.” 

Jake blinked at you before he softly laughed, amazed at your naming ability. “Buoy?” 

“Yeah, Buoy. Named after that slightly orange buoy by the harbor. That, and you’re my anchor. Always keeping me afloat and all.” 

Jake wasn’t a crier, but the amount of times he had almost burst into years tonight had hit a new record. Trying to swallow the emotion that bubbled in his throat, he rested his head against your chest, hiding in your embrace. You laughed at his antics and pressed a kiss to the top of his head. 

“What about you? What are you naming her?” 

Jake lifted his head and the look in his eyes made you hold your breath. You could feel every single vein in your body vibrate and you knew you were in for a long night. 

“I’m naming her Quesadilla.” The seriousness in his voice threw you off and you weren’t sure if you should laugh or clap him on the back. Instead, you simply raised an eyebrow at him. 

“Why Quesadilla?” 

“I’m naming her that in honour of the quesadillas we won’t be eating tonight.” 

“What are you–” You were cut off by Jake tightening his grip on you and flipping you over. A surprised laugh escaped your lips as you found yourself lying beneath him on the couch, his body hovering over yours.

You weren’t sure where your bears had gone, but that was the least of your worries. Jake leaned down, his face inches from yours, eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that made your heart beat in your ears.  “I’m only hungry for you tonight, pretty girl.” His lips hovered above your own and your throat went dry. 

You reached up, your hand cupping his cheek as you smiled up at him. “Have me then, Jake.” 

Jake’s expression softened and he closed the distance between you, pressing a tender kiss to your lips. It was a simple tease, a highlight as to how the night was going to go, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

You would, after all, have your fun after he had his. 

this was so good! <3

₍ 📢 ₎ FROM , JAKE ! SHOUT OUT , EP1

SUMMARY. Jake remembers when he first had to leave South Korea: he was young, attached, and not ready to let go of everything he knew. But eventually, he did. And he was starting to make peace with it — until he had to move back. All of a sudden, the place he thought as his home feels unfamiliar. But you? The girl who reached a hand out to him when he needed one the most? You were… familiar. More than you could ever realise. You reminded him of home.

OR  ;  the one where transfer student!jake looks sad and lonely, so classmate!reader invites him to sit with you at lunch — only for him to end up following you around everywhere like a lost puppy. but, hey — he’s cute.

starring ‣ transfer student!jake x classmate!reader

warnings ‣ minor injury, mentions of parental neglect , divorce, bittersweet ending

word count ‣ ~16k (help this is so long 😭)

notes ‣ wheeeeee so here goes the first official chapter of shout out aka the one that some people have already kinda read before during the tfw series — and is somewhat similar, but also different? idk… but the way it took me so long 😭 sorry for the wait guys — the urge to delete only seconds before posting is unbelievable 😭 perfectionism sucks ☹️ ( divider below by cafekitsune )

• RECORDING STARTED •

“Hi, it’s Jake here…” Looking into the lense of the camera, Jake let out an awkward laugh. “Sorry, was that weird?”

As he was lying on his stomach, the camera positioned at the head of the bed, he repositioned himself so that he was being propped up by his elbows. Jake sighed.

“Anyway, this is kind of awkward because I don’t really know what to do. I don’t think I ever filmed myself talking before… You were always there when I needed someone to talk to…”

Jake bit his lip, his eyes distant for a moment. Seconds passed before he sighed and shook his head, running a hand through his hair.

“But since you can’t be here at the moment, I guess I’ll have to suck it up, huh?” Jake laughed. “If you didn’t know, we’re all filming a short video about all the important moments in our life, after meeting you… All the reasons why we care…”

A tired sigh passed Jake’s lips.

“But if I’m being honest, it’s not really as easy as it sounds. There’s too many things I want to say to you…”

Jake’s room was silent.

“But I guess I should start from the beginning though, right? Hey — do you remember when we first met? I guess it’s kinda different depending on where you start…”

He smiled, his eyes sparkling with mischief. Like he were hiding a secret that he couldn’t wait to share.

“But I guess we should go of our first official meeting, right? So let’s say it was summer…”

IT WAS SUMMER.

The air was humid and the scorching heat of the sun caused everyone to walk around in a constant state of perspiration and chronic cravings for cold ice water. In this heat, the last thing anyone wanted to be doing was running laps around the field — and yet, you found yourself doing exactly that.

Apparently, being late — even if by a mere five minutes — was unforgivable. And while it was only the first day back to school, not even you were spared from the harsh punishment of the teacher on ‘straggler duty’, who caught you trying to enter the school by climbing over the side gate. Not your brightest idea, since it just made your punishment worse. But at the time, it was ingenious.

Rather than kneeling by the gates with your arms up like the rest of the girls, you were given the special treatment: one lap around the field.

So now you were dragging yourself to walk the last stretch of your punishment, your forehead and uniform drenched in sweat, and your carefully styled hair being forced back into a shabby pony tail to keep it from sticking to your forehead. That time spent in the morning trying to make you look presentable, and it had all gone up in flames.

It wasn’t even eight-o’clock yet.

“Oh, sweet mercy!” You almost fell to your knees when you completed your lap, the sudden urge to kiss the earth washing over you like the heat waves emanating from the sun. “Finished!”

You stood there, panting, with your hands on your hips and your head tilted towards the sky. You groaned.

I want to go home… You shook your head. No— it’s only the first day! You checked the watch on your wrist. It hasn’t even been an hour yet!

You sighed in frustration before letting your arms gall to your side. This was it. You couldn’t take it anymore. You were going to collapse at any moment.

You looked towards your bag — which you left at the bleachers before commencing your lap — and immediately caught sight of your water bottle. Your wonderful water bottle, filled to the brim with cold water you took straight out of the refrigerator this morning. Without wasting any more time, you immediately made your way over.

To your surprise, there was someone else already there.

“Oh—“ you stopped on your steps and lifted a hand to shield your eyes, which squinted to get a better look at the figure in the distance. “What’s that?”

From what you observed it was a member of the male species — teenaged, considering he was wearing the boys’ uniform. He was sitting with his elbows propped on his knees, his fingers intertwined as he hung his head. His leg was bouncing as if ants were crawling up his pants. From the looks of it, he wasn’t aware that your bag was under the bench he was on. 

In fact, he didn’t seem aware of much other than his own nerves.

Is he okay? you thought worriedly.

Considering he wasn’t even being forced to do push-ups like the other boys who had been caught late, you didn’t really know why he looked so anxious. You had an unnerving urge to check on him. So you did.

“Excuse me…”

When you got to him, you hesitantly stood the tiniest bit closer to him, in hopes that you could gently break him out of his nervous stump. You didn’t expect you to be the one stunned.

As soon as he lifted his head, you found yourself at a loss for words. Dark brown hair, a pair of wide eyes and a plump pair of lips caught you off guard. As they looked up at you, you unconsciously swallowed — thought you weren’t sure if it was because of the heat. 

Damn, you thought. He’s cute!

You quickly averted your gaze slightly to hide the flusteredness in your actions. You cleared your throat.

“Can I sit here?”

For a moment, there was silence. You stared at him. He stared back. Neither of you said a word, until he suddenly cleared his throat into his fist, a tinge of red appearing beneath his hands that went unseen by you due to the way the sun bounced off his dewy skin.

“Y-yeah, sure,” he stuttered out.

He subtly shifted to leave room for you — even though the entire bench was free.

“Thanks.”

You gratefully took the promised seat. You bent down to grab your bag and pull it out from under your seat, taking your water bottle out from the side. The boy next to you noticed and made a small noise. You turned to him questioningly.

He smiled, the sight of it instantly sending warmth to your cheeks.

“Sorry,” he said, “I didn’t realise your bag was there.”

You laughed. “Don’t worry. It’s not like it was in plain sight, anyway.” You took a sip of your water, savouring the coolness of it as it soothed your parched throat. You gulped the last bit you could swallow before turning to him. “By the way— why are you sitting here? The orientation started a while ago.”

It wasn’t unusual for students to skip out on those, considering it was practically useless formalities anyway. But there were way better places to do that than sitting under the blazing sun.

Also, the guy just didn’t strike you as the type to skip anything. In fact, you’d say he looked like the textbook definition of the ‘loser nerd’ archetype, with his immaculate uniform and neatly parted hair — though you’ve yet to meet anyone who fit in the stereotype so well, and yet manage to still look good in the process the same way he did.

The boy laughed sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Ah, that…” He bit his lip as he lowered his gaze. “I got lost.”

You blinked. “Eh?”

The boy laughed at your confused expression. “I’m new,” he explained. “This is my first day here.”

“Ohhhhhhh…” 

You nodded at his explanation. It made sense. If anything, it would have been more surprising if you found out that he had been here this whole time and you’d never noticed him before — because someone like him would definitely catch attention.

At the same time, though, you felt your heart clench.

So he was sitting here alone all this time… You frowned at the thought of him drowning in his worries by himself. But upon seeing his eyes on you, you quickly fixed your expression. The last thing you wanted was to make him feel like you were pitying him. Guess there’s nothing to it, then.

You smiled.

“Well, in that case, why don’t I show you the way?” The boy blinked as you introduced yourself. “My name is [______].”

The boy’s eyes widened, his lips parting slightly in shock. For a second, you noticed his eyes flickered down to your blazer, where your name badge was sitting, proudly displaying your name: Yu [_____].

“Oh, right…”

To your surprise, the boy didn’t seem all that bothered by the awkwardness in your laugh. He simply smiled.

“I’m Jake,” he said.

You blinked, surprised by the foreign name. Your eyes subconsciously drifted to his name badge. And there it was. His name.

Jake Sim, huh?

A ray of sunlight fell over the two of you.

“What classes do you have?”

You sipped on more of your water as you and Jake walked side by side into the school. The boy opened his school-issued diary to reveal his timetable, before giving it to you to take a look. You let your eyez scan the paper, a feeling of wonder washing over you as you saw the classes he was in.

“Woah,” you said in amazement, “you have almost all the same classes as me!”

Jake’s eyes lit up. “Really?”

You nodded. “Yeah. The only class we don’t share is sports — but that’s because I do general P.E.” You smiled as you handed his timetable back. “So you’re into soccer, huh?”

Jake laughed as he put his timetable back into his back. “Yeah. Been playing it since I was little.”

“Really?” you asked. “You must be good at it, then.”

Jay smiled bashfully. He bit his lip, before shaking his head, as if he was thinking of saying something before ultimately deciding not to go ahead with it.

“How about you?” he asked. “Do you play any sport?”

The two of you fell into easy conversation as you walked down the hall to your first class of the day— homeroom. You found it funny how easily the two of you got along. Despite your first impression of him being someone shy, he had no problem engaging you in small talk. 

“So you moved to Australia a few years ago and now you’re back, huh?” you tilted your head. “How’s it going for you, so far? It must be tough moving away from the place you grew up.”

“It was,” Jake agreed. He nodded before turning to you with a smile. “But… I think it’s good so far.”

You blinked, raising your eyebrows in surprise. Laughing, you turned to face forward, not wanting to give away how flustered you were at that — probably too flustered than you should have been, if the giddy feeling in your chest was nothing to go off.

Damn you for being cute, you thought.

“Anyway!” you cleared your throat as you stopped outside a class. “Here’s our first class of the day.”

You smiled brightly as the two of you made it to the classroom you’d be spending home room in for the rest of the year together. With a small flourish, you presented the door.

“This is probably the most chill class you’ll get. And Mr Boo is a cool teacher.” You opened the door, allowing yourself to turn your back to Jake for the first time. “You’re really lucky, you know?”

Jake smiled.

“I guess I am.”

“I really was a lucky one, huh?” Jake chuckled fondly, smiling as he recalled the memory of your first meeting. A few seconds passed in silence before he let out a defeated sigh. “I wish I could give some of that luck back to you…”

He frowned. “I don’t think you know just how grateful I was to you that day. You were my first friend here in Korea… You don’t know just how happy I was to meet you.”

Jake laughed.

The boy bit his lip to hold back a smile, running a hand through his hair. “Is it weird that I was super happy when when we first had lunch together…”

“WANT TO HAVE LUNCH TOGETHER?”

Jake’s head snapped towards you in shock as you casually packed your things away from next to him. You two had the first two classes of the day together, and for convenience sake, the teacher had paired you up with Jake as deskmate buddies, seeing as you already knew each other.

You had originally planned to find your best friend (whom you had wanted to meet up with as soon as you could), but you felt for the transfer student who had no one.

“Really?” Jake’s eyes widened. 

You knew he hadn’t gotten the chance to familiarise himself with many of his other classmates yet, considering he had been stuck to your side, so it only seemed right that you — as his unofficial guide — hung around to keep him company for now. (You had no doubt that once he met his fellow members of the soccer team, he would have no problem fitting in.)

You hummed in affirmation. “Come on! We should get going — the line has probably calmed down by now. But once the sports teams make it from the field, it won’t be as calm.”

Nodding towards the door, you headed to join the rest of the crowd of students making their way to the cafeteria. Jake smiled as he eagerly followed behind you like a puppy after its favourite person. (You held back a giggle at your analogy — it was a perfect reflection of the boy’s personality from what you knew of him so far.)

On the way to the cafeteria, you couldn’t help but notice the effect he left in his trail – all the admiring looks and girlish giggles from any female student you walked past, and the way they would push and squeal at each other when Jake spared them his handsome smile. You chuckled quietly to yourself when this happened. You didn’t know whether he had subjected your peers to his charms on purpose, or if he was oblivious to his effect on them. But for now, you decided to give him the benefit of the doubt.

Once the two of you arrived at the cafeteria, you got your food and found a table for yourselves in the quiet corner. Just the two of you and your lunch, enjoying each other’s company as you made small conversation.

“You have a dog?” you asked with interest.

Jake nodded as she proudly showed off his lock screen, where the said dog was on display. He looked like a child showing off his favourite toy, and you couldn’t help but smile as he introduced you to his friend.

“Her name is Layla. Isn’t she cute?”

You nodded enthusiastically. “She’s cute.” Jake smiled even brighter at your response watching as you admired his pride and joy. At that moment, you had a sudden realisation. Tilting your head, you said, “Wait– her name is Layla?”

“Yeah,” Jake replied.

You smiled. “I used to have a dog plush named Layla… It was my favourite toy when I was little; I carried it everywhere with me.”

You sighed wistfully.

It had been a while since you held that toy in your hands: When you were little, you had given it away. Ever since then, you never saw it again. To this day, you still wondered what had happened to it, if the child you gave it to cherished it like you had; if it was stored away somewhere safe as a precious memory of their childhood, or if it had already served its purpose and was drowning in a mountain of trash at the landfill by now.

Oh well. Whatever happened to it, it was out of your hands now.

“Really? What a coincidence,” Jake said with a bright smile. For some reason, your little revelation seemed to please him. “Layla’s in Australia at the moment with my mum, but I want to bring her back with me after the next time I visit.”

You stored away the fact that Jake inadvertently revealed he wasn’t living with his mother, and decided not to bring it up out of respect for his privacy. So, instead, you simply said, “If you do, invite me over – I’d love to meet her.”

Of course, you didn’t really expect Jake to do such a thing. After all, the two of you had only just met – it wasn’t as if you would remain close friends just because you were the first to welcome him into the school. He had the makings of someone who would be very popular among your peers. He would have no shortage of people wanting to befriend him.

But to your surprise, Jake agreed. And he was nothing but sincere as he went along with your suggestion.

“Sure, thing!” he replied. “I have a feeling she’ll like you a lot. She’s a good judge of character.”

You let the subtle compliment that Jake gave you warm your insides before promptly brushing over it with a small clear of your throat. You looked down at your tray of food and dug into it with your spoon. However, as you took a bite of it, you found Jake’s eyes on you.

“Aren’t you going to eat?” you asked awkwardly. You never really knew what the proper response was to someone watching you eat...

Jake laughed before shaking his head. He looked down at his tray and followed your example, before letting out a hum of delight. “It’s good!”

You blinked before letting out a laugh. “I’m glad. Eat up.”

For his sake, you decided not to point out the fact that he had only eaten a spoonful of rice.

After eating lunch, it unfortunately came time for the two of you to separate. As you had already pointed out before, the two of you were in different classes for sport – which coincidentally happened to be what you had next. So, as the two of you returned your trays, you got ready to bid Jake good luck as he prepared to meet new people.

“WHAT?!” Your best friend Yunjin screamed as soon as you told her the news. “So you’re telling me that while I was stuck making posters in a hot ass classroom with broken air conditioning, you went and hit it off with some cute new guy AND had lunch with him?!”

You laughed as Yunjin flopped on the bleachers at the basketball court, where you were waiting for your PE teacher to show up for class. It had been almost ten minutes since you had all changed into your sports uniform, obediently sitting under a fan that did nothing but blow hot air into your faces, but no sign of him showed up. So, you made use of the time to tell Yunjin about your eventful morning without her.

“When can I get your luck with guys?” Yunjin whined. “The only guys who approach me today are ones from the student council who have a problem with my hair colour, and Beomgyu–” (You laughed at the disgust with which Yunjin spoke of the boy who she had been having a petty rivalry with since middle school.) “—who kept telling me I look like I have no eyebrows.”

“You know he’s just trying to annoy you, like always,” you reassured. “You look hot. Trust me.”

“Awwwwww.” Yunjin hugged your side and leaned her head on your shoulder. “Thanks, babe. You’re hotter, though.”

You laughed and leaned your head onto hers. The two of you remained like that for a while before Yunjin sighed and sat up straight.

Five minutes later, your PE teacher came rushing into the gymnasium with an apology for having been held up and began your lesson. The time passed by faster than you thought it would, and sooner than later you found yourself walking towards your final class of the day. There, a familiar face was ready to greet you with a wave.

You smiled as you walked up to Jake. “Hey! How was class?”

Jake immediately told you all the good news about his class, causing you to smile. By the time the teacher walked in to begin the next class, you were already too deep in conversation that you didn’t want to stop. Thankfully, class ended just as quickly as PE, and you found yourself walking away with Jake by your side, talking animatedly about all things until you had to part ways.

Unexpectedly, Jake seemed to like you more than you would have guessed. Because before you could say goodbye, he asked you for a way to keep in contact with you personally.

“You just seem really cool, and you’re my first friend here…” Jake shyly rubbed the back of his neck as he looked down at his feet. “Plus, we share the majority of the same classes, so I thought…”

Now, you weren’t usually the type to give away your contact details so easily. But for some reason, you had a strange feeling that you could trust Jake. Maybe it was the purity of his smile, or the way his eyes that were filled with mellowed warmth that could put hot cocoa on a winter day to shame – whatever it was, you were drawn to it.

So, you smiled.

“Okay!” you said.

The affirmation caused a rush of joy to reveal itself on Jake’s face; a child-like happiness, much like a young boy who had met his hero in flesh. And that day, you went to meet Yunjin with the most innocent heartthrob you’ve ever met just a tad bit closer than before.

Jake laughed fondly at the memory. “You really made me nervous. Did you know? My heart was racing so fast when I asked for your number — I was so happy you said yes.”

Jake smiled as he ran a hand through his hair. After a short moment of silence, he began to laugh again, resting his chin on his fist as his eyes became full of mirth.

“Some of my happiest moments were when I was talking to you. Whether it was in person, or on the phone, I always felt so much better. Did you know that?” Jake smiled. “You probably didn’t… You were kinda dense like that. I don’t even know if you knew how I felt about you even after all the hints I dropped.”

Jake started to chuckle quietly at himself at his own little inside joke. “What an idiot… You couldn’t even see that I wanted to be more than friends with you…”

As soon as that sentence left his mouth, Jake suddenly perked up, looking like a puppy that had just caught sight of a new stuffed toy.

“Actually, now that I think about it— I’m curious: After meeting me, when did you first consider me a friend?”

IF ANYONE WERE TO ASK HOW YOU BECAME SUCH GOOD FRIENDS WITH JAKE SIM, your genuine reply would be, “I have no idea.” Because you really didn’t.

It had been a month or so since his first day at school, and just as you thought, he fit in very nicely with the population that it was almost hard to believe he was once a transfer student with no friends. And yet, even so, you were surprised to find that he didn’t lose contact with you. In fact, if anything, you only managed to get closer.

It had started out with a simple series of texts between the two of you after exchanging contact details. Surprisingly enough, he had been the one to reach out first. And after a month of casual texting, it had now become a routine where by the time you had gotten out of the shower, you would find a text notification with his name on it.

Today was one such day.

Jake: Hey, did you get home safely?

Subconsciously smiling to yourself, you found yourself typing back a quick reply. 

You: hey! You: how was training?

You knew that he had after-school soccer practice that afternoon. And judging by the time, it was likely he had just finished. Which was why it was even more surprising that he had texted you: Wouldn’t he have been too tired?

Jake: It was pretty good thanks Jake: Got in a few goals and got complimented by the coach

You giggled. You positioned yourself comfortable on your bed, lying on your stomach and using your pillow to prop you up as you typed back a response.

You: what a humble brag 😆 You: but good job

It didn’t even take a second for Jake to send back a reply.

Jake: Thanks 😁 Jake: How about you? How was practice?

One of the things Jake had gotten to know about you was that you were part of the school’s street dance club. Something which had him in absolute awe when you first told him. You’d never forget the look in his eyes that day, as if the stars themselves made a home in the dark — but clear — depths of his eyes.

You: it was pretty good You: got the choreo down pat and even got a few compliments from my crew members

Your school’s dance club was set to perform at the upcoming school art festival. So, you were all diligently practising your choreography to make sure you were as close to perfect as humanly possible. And you just happened to be very dedicated to your passions.

Jake: What a humble brag

You laughed at Jake’s use of your own words.

You: anyway did you get hurt at all during practice??

You had gotten into the habit of checking if he was okay whenever you got the chance. As a dancer who had to take care of their body, you often had the habit of doing it to others. Since Jake was an athlete (in a contact sport, nonetheless), his chances of injury were higher than the average person. So, you made sure to take special note of his health too, as a good friend would. 

Especially after what happened before.

It was on a seemingly uneventful day that didn’t quite go as planned. Exactly two weeks after Jake’s first day at Hybe High, your PE teacher suddenly had to leave halfway through the lesson. Your poor teacher had been feeling ill and wasn’t in the best condition to teach, leaving his class — including you — in dire circumstances.

Because unfortunately for you, the person left to take care of your class for the remaining half of the lesson was none other than the soccer team’s coach. None other than Coach Son, who was infamous for his high standards, harsh words, and short temper. And who — coincidentally enough — had been the one to punish you with the lap around the field on the first day of the semester.

“Shoot—!”

You ducked behind Yunjin as soon as Coach Son’s intimidating presence made itself known at the indoor basket courts, which suddenly seemed a lot smaller now that he was there.

Thankfully, though, he didn’t even seem to notice you as he started snapping at your classmates to pack your other things. He immediately turned his back as soon as everyone had their bags in hand and led you like a lost herd of sheep towards the soccer field. He didn’t look over his shoulder once. Nor did he say anything to your class other than a curt, “Hurry up!” when you were supposedly too slow for his liking.

“How is someone still walking so fast at his age?” You whispered quietly to Yunjin. (Since the two of you were at the back of the group per your request, you didn’t fear being heard.) “I swear he’s the same age as my great aunt — and she can’t go more than five metres without complaining about the pain in her knees.”

“I know, right?” Yunjin then tilted her head as she pondered something. “But don’t you get back pain sometimes?”

Your head whipped towards Yunjin in offence. “I’m a dancer — back pain is normal!”

Yunjin hummed non-committedly. “Sure thing, old lady.”

You playfully shoved Yunjin as the two of you erupted into boisterous laughter. But apparently, being happy was a crime, because not even a second later, Coach Son snapped, “The ones laughing at the back — keep it up and you’re running two laps around the field.”

You and Yunjin promptly shut up.

When your class arrived at the soccer field, all of you stopped for a moment to admire the players of the soccer team. It seemed that, in his absence, Coach Son had committed them to doing drills while they awaited his return. And while you weren’t sure if they were doing those drills for the entirety of the time Coach Son had been gone, you could say for sure that you were thoroughly impressed by the discipline and organisation in the team.

Some were dribbling a ball around cones set out on the field, some were juggling the ball with their foot, and others were shooting goals with fellow teammates as goalkeepers. None of them were idle — they only stopped a few moments to take breathers and get a drink of water, before getting right back into it.

“Take your stuff and find something to do,” Coach Son instructed, breaking your classmates out of their daze. “I don’t care what it is— just don’t waste time or get in the way of my boys’ training.”

With that, he set off to start yelling orders at his team. And honestly, you weren’t even offended at his lack of attention for you and your classmates— in fact, you welcomed it completely. So, without wasting another second, you and Yunjin made a run for the bleachers, securing the shadiest spots so you wouldn’t have to roast in the sun.

“Wait, isn’t that your best friend?” Yunjin asked, causing you to furrow your eyebrows in confusion.

“Who?”

Yunjin nodded towards the field. “There. Number 5. The one standing there looking hella fine.”

At that exact moment, your eyes landed on an all-too familiar figure. And just like Yunjin said, he was looking far too good to be allowed.

Jake stood there in the sun, the rays illuminating his face in a golden halo of warmth. Beads of sweat dripped down the side of his face, dampening his hair, which he had run a hand through to keep from sticking to his forehead. Your eyes subconsciously followed the movement of his hands as they brushed through the strands, only for your eyes to almost pop out of their sockets with his next move.

Before you could recover from your stupor, Jake lifted his shirt to wipe the sweat off his forehead. And in the process, he had revealed his toned abdominal muscles, which could have only been produced through the shedding of blood, sweat and tears.

You would be lying if you said it wasn’t the most attractive thing you’d ever seen. Anyone with a pair of eyes would agree that Jake Sim was one fine specimen. In fact, you probably would have continued unashamedly staring like an idiot if it weren’t for the loud screams of the girls in your class, who happened to witness the same sight that you did.

Jake jumped in place, his head turning toward the group of girls to your right with wide eyes. He had been so immersed in his own world he hadn’t even noticed your class there — but when he did, he had a look of a startled animal, who had come across humans for the first time. You could briefly make out a, “That startled me!” from the movement of his lips, causing you to bubble with amusement.

You laughed at his reaction, filing it away for later. At that exact moment, when you were smiling at his surprise, his head suddenly turned towards you. You felt your heart skip a beat from the sudden eye contact, and you were unsure of what to do. But before you could even debate it, Jake’s face had broken out into a wide, eager smile, and had lifted one of his hands to greet you in an enthusiastic wave.

From the corner of your eye, you could see the envious stares of the girls beside you for having received his attention so easily. But you ignored them.

You shook your head, laughing. But even so, you waved back. Seeing your wave, Jake became brighter than before — if that was even possible. And anyone with an eye for skill could tell his performance increased triple fold since noticing your presence. You admired the easiness in which he dribbled the ball, and the smoothness at which he glided across the field while dodging obstacles in the way. Not to mention, the wind blowing his hair back from his face, and the way he casually shot a goal as if it were the easiest thing in the world. 

“What a show off…” You mumbled to yourself, watching as Jake looked at you after scoring a goal, before joining his teammates in a congratulatory cheer. But even so, you couldn’t help but smile. “He’s kinda cool, though.”

Yunjin gave you a knowing look. But you missed it.

The two of you eventually decided to do some productive work and got working on the homework you had for the next class. You should have started earlier — but procrastination had been a bane to all students’ existence since the establishment of homework as a concept.

When you had finally finished, you stood to go to the bathroom before the final fifteen minutes of the lesson, where everyone would be rushing in to get changed out of their sports uniform. But unfortunately for you, you needed to pass by the file to get to it — which wouldn’t be the problem if it weren’t for the fact that someone had kicked a stray ball at that exact moment. One that was heading straight towards you.

“Watch out!” Someone yelled out to you.

You couldn’t even register what was happening until it already happened. One second, a ball was flying right towards your face, causing you to bring your sled uo reflexively in defence; the next, you were being pushed out of the way, and then falling to the floor, only to land with an “oomph”.

Only, the “oomph” didn’t come from you. It came from Jake, who had somehow cushioned your fall. It seemed that Jake was the one to push you out of harm’s way to save you from the ball that almost hit you in the face — the one which now lay forgotten a few feet away — and had used himself as a safety mat to ensure you didn’t fall to the ground too harshly.

You didn’t even know what to make of it. You knew he was a nice guy. You witnessed him helping teachers carry boxes, explaining homework to your confused classmates, and even willfully sharing his snacks with whoever was in the vicinity). But not to this extent. Not to the point where he would willingly put himself in harm’s way to keep you safe.

You gasped as you noticed his wince, immediately lifting yourself off of him — only to be stopped by his hand on your wrist. “Are you okay?” he asked, looking up at you with concern written all over his face.

“Am I okay—?!” You couldn’t even form words at the absurdity of his question. “You’re the one who's on the floor— I should be asking you that!”

Jake shook his head as he slowly sat up. “I’m okay— Ah!”

Your eyes widened as Jake winced.

“Hey, are you okay?!” You asked. “What’s wrong? Are you hurt?!”

By now, your voice was shaking with panic, your eyes almost tearing up. You wouldn’t have forgiven yourself if he had gotten an injury because of you. But somehow, Jake didn’t seem bothered in the slightest. He only offered you a warm, reassuring smile.

“I’m okay as long as you’re okay.”

You frowned. How did that make any sense? You barely knew him. Why would he care so much about your safety?

Before you could find anything to say, Jake’s teammates and his coach rushed over to check on him. You watched as the coach gave Jake’s wrist an inspection and shook his head. “It’s okay, just a light sprain from when you landed on it. Go get some ice from the nurse— don’t worry about the rest of practice.”

If Jake had any complaints about missing out on practice, he didn’t voice them.

“You.” You jolted slightly when Coach Son turned his gaze to you. “Since he was trying to help you, the least you can do is take him to the nurse’s office.”

You didn’t even have the heart to argue. You nodded your head obediently. You got to your feet while slowly helping Jake up from the floor by holding onto his arm. You didn’t dare look at him as you led him towards the nurse’s office, overwhelmed by guilt and shame.

Why didn’t I look where I was going? you scolded yourself internally. Idiot…

“We’re here,” you said as you arrived at the door of the nurse’s office. “Excuse me!”

You slowly opened the door, before peeking through the gap, only to find it was completely empty. It seemed the nurse was out on break, leaving the two of you to your own accord. Fortunately, you were quite familiar with the layout of the infirmary considering your own visits to it in the past. So, you quickly ordered Jake to take a seat on one of the beds as you went to the fridge.

You grabbed one of the instant ice packs inside the freezer compartment and wrapped it in a clean towel lying nearby. After breaking it, you held your empty hand out to Jake.

“Here,” you said softly. “Pass me your wrist.”

Jake blinked up at you, his expression unreadable. But he followed your order and handed you his wrist. Your eyebrows furrowed as you observed the red and swollen state of it. Sighing, you gently placed the ice pack on top of it, hoping that the coolness of it would be effective in remedying it.

“I’m sorry.” Your eyes were still trained in Jake’s wrist. “I should have watched where I was going…”

It was one thing if you got hurt. But it was a completely different matter if someone else got hurt in your stead.

Jake shook his head. “Don’t be. I chose to jump in — you couldn’t have known I would do that. If anything, it was my fault for not breaking my fall properly.”

You huffed in indignant. “Seriously— why are you taking responsibility for that?” You asked incredulously. “If I got hurt, it would have been fine. A bleeding nose would heal way faster than your sprained wrist, anyway. Plus, the soccer team has a match next week: What will you do if you can’t play?”

You didn’t mean to scold the boy. After all, he had gotten hurt because of your mistake. But even so, Jake didn’t take any offence to it. In fact, he could only smile that same cheerful smile that had grown on you faster than you could ever have anticipated.

“So you’re saying I should have just done nothing?”

You glared weakly at Jake. “That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

Jake chuckled. “You know— you remind me a lot of someone I knew.”

You raised your eyebrows. “Really?”

“Yeah.” Jake nodded with a fond smile on his face. “When I was little I hurt myself and this little girl I knew at the time told me off.” Jake laughed as he recalled the memory. “I think she called me an ‘idiot’, actually.”

“And she’s right,” you said. “You shouldn’t throw yourself into harm’s way like that. Idiot.”

Jake laughed at your jab.

“Sorry, but no can do. I wouldn’t be much of a friend if I let you get hurt, would I?”

You were silent as you stared at Jake. He looked up at you with sparkling eyes. Despite yourself, you couldn’t help but smile. “What makes you think we’re friends?” you teased.

Jake pouted. “Hey! Even if you didn’t consider us friends before, surely we’re friends now, right?”

You hummed thoughtfully. “Are we? I don’t know…”

“Naurrrrrr,” Jake whined. “Don’t do that.”

You laughed brightly at the sudden English, along with Jake’s obvious Australian accent.

“‘Naurrrrrr,’” you imitated.

Jake burst out into joyous laughter. A small silence fell over the two of you as you stood in the infirmary, surrounded by empty beds and being cooled by the breeze coming from the air conditioning.

But your face had all of a sudden become hotter than when you were outside in the blazing sun, when Jake had suddenly said, with a genuine grin on his face, “That was cute.”

You froze in shock at the sudden compliment, causing Jake’s face to light up with joy.

“Here.” You suddenly shoved the ice packet towards Jake. “You’re fine enough to joke around, so you can ice your own wrist.”

Jake didn’t complain, only smiling at you, his eyes never leaving your figure as you busied yourself with looking around the infirmary to make yourself look busy. Not long after rummaging some draws, you pulled out a sheet of stickers.

Laughing, you walked over to Jake. “Pass me your hand.”

Jake did as you asked without question and held his hand out to you. As soon as he did, you carefully put the star sticker on the back of his hand, ensuring to avoid his injury. Jake laughed.

“Shouldn’t you be wrapping my wrist instead of giving me stickers?” he asked amused.

You shrugged. “I thought it might help.” Giggling, you nodded to his injured wrist. “So? Are you feeling any better?”

Jake hummed as he looked at you.

“Yeah,” he replied softly. “Much better.”

Through the windows, a sudden bright ray of sunshine shone upon the both of you. And all of a sudden, the room was a lot warmer than you remembered it being when you first walked in.

From that day forward (ignoring the part where Jake called you “cute”, because you weren’t ready to think about that), you always inquired about Jake’s health, just like now. There was a few seconds delay before Jake’s next text came through. But when it did, you almost felt like spitting out water that you didn’t even drink.

Jake: If I was hurt does that mean I can see you? Jake: I always feel better when I see your face

This little—!

You immediately sat up on your bed, sitting on your knees as you held your phone in front of your eyes. You blinked repeatedly at the screen, as if wondering if you had misread anything. But you didn’t. Jake’s message was clear as day. And for that, you didn’t know whether you were nervous, scared, or excited.

Judging by the swarm of butterflies that erupted in your stomach, it could very well be all three.

Clearing your throat, you positioned your fingers over the keyboard. You desperately racked your brain for something — anything — to say in response, so you didn’t cause an awkward emptiness in the conversation from your own flustered state. But to your astonishment, you couldn't think of a single thing. Jake had officially rendered you speechless.

You shook your head. Come on.

You: you can see me whenever you want anyway You: so don’t you dare get hurt

You could practically feel Jake’s grin in his reply.

Jake: Would you be sad?

You huffed.

You: very You: so take care of yourself

There was a few seconds delay. You could see the text bubbles on Jake’s end, but no words yet, and you briefly wondered just how long his response would be. But the message you received was far shorter than expected.

Jake: Yes ma’am 🫡

You scoffed. He took that long just to type that?

But to your surprise he didn’t stop there.

Jake: That goes for you too Jake: If you get hurt I’ll be really upset

You let out a small giggle, which had you slapping your mouth a second later. You shook your head to get rid of the giddiness.

You: don’t worry You: i don’t plan on getting hurt anytime soon

You smiled at Jake’s reply.

Jake: Well I owe you for icing my wrist Jake: So if you ever do get hurt I’ll be sure to look after you

“Right… I did say that, didn’t I?” Jake said with a smile as he flicked through texts together on his phone.

He had gone all the way to the beginning of your texts together to reflect on the progression of your friendship from your first meeting until before, but he didn’t expect to come across that particular conversation. That seemed so long ago now…

“I said I’d take care of you if you got hurt… Does that mean I’m keeping my promise?” He asked softly. “Am I looking after you properly?”

Jake then bit his lip, a faraway look in his eye. Only God knew how much time he spent by your bedside, making light conversation and checking on your parents to see if there was anything you needed — all to do what he could for you. And yet…

“But I feel like I’m not doing enough these days…”

There was a solemn silence in the room as Jake stared into the camera lens, eyes glazed over. Like his body was there, but his soul was somewhere far away — searching for yours, wherever it was. 

“All I can do is this… But I don’t even know if it will work, or if you’ll really come back to me… You always said I was the smartest person you knew, but I really don’t know what I’m doing right now…”

Jake let out a heavy sigh as he dropped his head into his hands, rubbing his face as if to wash away the thoughts that plagued him.  His shoulder started to tremble and his breathing was unstable as he tried to take a deep breath.

“I just—“ Jake let out a choked sob. “I miss you,” he said, his voice quivering. “I really miss you…”

YOU MISSED HIM. You were surprised to admit it, but it was true: You missed Jake Sim. You couldn’t even deny it. After so much time spent in each other’s presence — in the classroom, over the phone, and even outside of school hours — Jake’s absence was felt by you very deeply.

It was a hot Saturday afternoon, and you were stuck stacking ramyeon cups at the local convenience store where you worked part-time. But unlike the past few weeks, you didn’t have Jake’s amusing texts to keep you entertained during the tedious breaks you had between restocking shelves, sweeping the floor, and manning the counter while waiting for customers to pass by.

Jake had left for a soccer training camp at the beginning of the week, and returned early in the morning. Not wanting to disturb his much needed rest, you let him be. But even throughout the week, your texting was minimal, as he was often too tired from the day to stay up as late as the two of you usually did — and you would admit that it was getting to you, more than it should.

I wonder if he’s okay, you thought absently. You reflexively reached for your phone in the back pocket of your jeans, only to stop yourself. With a sigh and a shake of your head, you continued to take out instant ramyeon cups from the boxes.

You briefly registered the sound of someone entering the store and gave your standard greeting. “Welcome,” you called out.

You couldn’t see who was at the counter since you were hidden behind one of the shelves and still hunching over the box of ramyeon cups that you needed to stack onto the shelves. You quickly started to stack the cups in your arms so you could get back to the counter, ready to ring up the items for the customer when they were prepared to make their purchase.

You fumbled slightly as you tried to hold all the cups in your arms and one of them managed to slip from your grasp. You cursed as you watched it fall, unable to do anything but let it fall. Before it could hit the ground, however, a familiar-looking hand emerged to catch it.

You gasped as you looked up from the veiny arm to its owner, and was met with the smile you had come to miss so badly the past week.

“Jake!” You exclaimed, all joy and relief at seeing his (handsome) face again causing your voice to rise to a higher pitch than usual.

The said male chuckled. He raised his free hand and ruffled your hair, his eyes dripping with honey. “Miss me much?”

You couldn’t even argue with him. It was obvious to anyone how you greeted him with so much enthusiasm — but of course you couldn’t just admit it that easily. So, you quickly put away the cups of ramyeon that you had in your arms and took the one that Jake was holding.

“Are you hungry?” you asked. “It’s on me.”

You should have expected that Jake would put up some resistance, seeing as he settled for a cup of instant Shin ramyeon. But you, of course, couldn’t let that slide. So, while you claimed to be preparing the food for the two of you, you ordered him to sit at the seats by the window and sneakily added some extra dishes while he wasn’t looking, including spicy tteokbokki and extra cheese. For good measure, you even grabbed some sausage snacks on the side.

“Woah,” Jake said when he opened the lid of his cup. “What’s all this?”

You smiled at the awed look in his eyes. He really did get amazed at the smallest things. “It’s my special recipe,” you replied. “Give it a try and let me know what you think.”

Jake nodded and licked his lips as he prepared his chopsticks. You watching closely as he mixed the ingredients thoroughly, before lifting some of it to his mouth. Not even a second after he put it into his mouth, he hummed in delight at the flavour of the combination of foods, eyes lighting up like Seoul city at nighttime.

“It’s really good!” he praised. “Like really, really good.”

You laughed. “Glad you like it.”

The two of you fell into easy silence as you ate your fill. All of a sudden, you were reminded of the first time you had lunch together. That day, you never would have guessed that the two of you would be right here, right now. It was strange, how one fateful meeting on that first day of school changed everything for the two of you.

It made you wonder: What would have happened if you weren’t late that day? If Coach Son didn’t make you run that lap around the field? If Jake didn’t happen to sit right next to your bag?

Somehow, you couldn’t even imagine things happening any other way. Like something about your meeting was meant to be. It felt familiar; and most of all, it felt right. You didn’t know if you believed in destiny… But now, you were starting to think that perhaps some things did happen for a reason. 

Because otherwise you wouldn’t have met him.

“By the way, why did you come here all of a sudden?” You asked as you took a bite of your sausage snack. “You’re supposed to be resting today — and you don’t even live in this neighbourhood.”

Jake smiled. “Well… I guess I got too impatient. I really wanted to see you.”

You froze. You would have choked if not for the fact that you thankfully swallowed your food before Jake spoke — otherwise you couldn’t guarantee your own dignity. Something about Jake was that he always managed to say things like this without batting an eye, or even so much as a slightest bit of concern for how his words might come off to other people.

The funny thing was, you wouldn’t trade this Jake for the world. And so, even if he always managed to take you off guard and give your heart a jumpstart, you cherished him. Goodness… Who would have known just how badly you came to value his presence in your life without even knowing it? And all so quickly at that.

“What even?”

You gave Jake a nudge on the shoulder, causing him to chuckle as he pretended to fall off his stool. The two of you burst into laughter at his theatrics, easing the atmosphere into something carefree.

“But you know, it’s good to have you back,” you replied honestly. “It felt weird without you here.”

Jake smiled. “I could say the same thing about you.”

You raised your eyebrows and looked Jake in the eyes. The two of you continued to stare at each other, before you both broke out into uncontrollable giggles, as if both of you were under the influence of laughing gas. But as the two of you settled down, Jake’s smile became somewhat sadder than before.

“You know,” he said, “I used to hate instant ramyeon.”

Your eyes widened. “Really?”

Jake nodded. “Yeah.“

You frowned as you looked down at your bowl. Now that you were hearing about Jake’s dislike for instant ramyeon, you didn’t have it in you to enjoy your own food without feeling guilty. “Why didn’t you say so? Otherwise we could have eaten something else, instead…”

“Hey!” Jake laughed as he threw an arm over your shoulder and rested his hand on your head, keeping your eyes on him. “Don’t do that. I said I ‘used to’ hate it. I obviously don’t hate it anymore. In fact, I think it’s one of my favourite foods now.”

You blinked up at him curiously. “Why?”

Jake smiled, eyes dancing across your features like the sunlight streaming in from the windows where you sat. “Maybe because now I have you here to eat it with.”

You noticed that Jake didn’t say ‘a friend like you’ or ‘company’ to share the meal with. He specifically said, ‘you’. As if you alone were the reason the food he once hated so much became bearable. That it could have been anyone else; that you were the only option.

If you could make him even the slightest bit happier, you would be forever grateful. And if there was anything that troubled him, that made him feel sad, you wished you could always be there to make him feel better.

“If you ever have something that’s bothering you, you can tell me,” you said. “I might not be able to give advice, but it always feels better to get it off your chest.”

Jake hummed before gently rubbing the top of your head. You hadn’t even realised his hand was still there — and that only made you feel even more so that it was right. 

One of the things you had come to know about Jake was that he was an affectionate person by nature. That physical contact was a way of him showing his affection to those he cared about, and that you were fortunate to be one of those few people.

“I know,” he said. “Thank you.”

With one last lingering smile, Jake then returned to finishing his food.

You shook your head and continued to eat your ramyeon. But you immediately stopped when you remembered something. Quickly swallowing your remainder of food, you turned to Jake.

“By the way— I know you just came back from the training camp, but I forgot to ask: are you going to the art festival tomorrow?”

The Hybe Art Festival was an annual festival that your school held to celebrate the arts community within the school and their works. Anyone was welcome to join, and as you were performing on that specific day, you were planning to enjoy the stalls and activities after you performed. But you would rather have company to do it with.

Unfortunately, Yunjin had to bail last minute due to her family flying over from America as a surprise. You were upset about it originally, but knew it couldn’t really be helped. However, if Jake was free and eager, then you didn’t see the harm in taking him instead.

Jake hummed thoughtfully. “I don’t know…” You nodded slowly, hiding your disappointment, causing him to eye you with curiosity. “Why? Are you going?”

“Well I have to if I’m gonna perform,” you replied.

Jake’s eyes widened, causing you to realise that you never mentioned that you would be performing. Every time you mentioned dance practice, you didn’t elaborate on what it was for. Assuming Jake knew already, you unintentionally kept him in the dark.

“Why didn’t you mention it before?” he asked incredulously.

You laughed awkwardly as he fiddled with your hands in your lap. “I… kinda forgot?” You sighed. “And I was going to go with Yunjin, but something came up. I wanted to spend the festival with someone, but if you’re not going…” You tilted your head in thought. “Should I ask Sunghoon?”

As soon as that name left your mouth, Jake’s head snapped towards you. “Who?” he asked, his eyebrows furrowed.

Your eyes widened in surprise. You hadn’t seen Jake with such a serious expression except when he was playing soccer or in class — it rarely came up at a moment like this.

“Park Sunghoon,” you elaborated. “You know — in the form class next door to us? The good-looking figure skater.”

“No— I mean, I know him.” Jake frowned. “I’m just wondering when the two of you became close?”

“We’re not really close or anything,” you said, “I just took a few ice skating lessons from him the past few Fridays. Ice skating is kinda similar to dance, too, so I thought it made sense to ask him next.”

Jake hummed absent-mindedly. “Oh, really?”

Jake started to chew on his bottom lip, a habit of his that you’ve picked up on during your time together. It was clear that he was deep in thought about something. You just didn’t know what. Even though you assured him he could speak about whatever was bothering him, it seemed this particular problem was one he didn’t feel like sharing — and you would respect that.

Jake shook his head, as if to clear his head of the thoughts that plagued him. “Okay,” he suddenly said.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. “‘Okay’, what?”

Jake smiled at you. “I’ll go with you.”

You let out an ecstatic giggle and grabbed onto his sleeve, shaking it back and forth in excitement. “Yay!” you exclaimed. “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

Jake chuckled at your eagerness.

“On one condition, though,” he said. You nodded, urging him to continue. Unexpectedly, he simply said, “You owe me a favour.”

Despite your continuous pestering, Jake didn’t answer any questions you had to the so-called ‘favour’. And so, you had no idea about what it could be. Still, you trusted Jake, and knew he wouldn’t do anything nefarious, so you agreed to his terms without a doubt in mind. (Though, of course, there was plenty of curiosity.)

When the two of you finished eating, you were ready to bid Jake goodbye. However, to your surprise, he didn’t budge after throwing away his instant ramyeon cup.

“Here,” he said, as he held out a small packet of candies from his pocket. It was brand new, yet for some reason looked familiar. As if you’d seen it before. “I actually really came here to bring this for you.”

“What is it?” You asked. Your eyes widened as you read the packet candy name. “Oh— this…” An amazed smile crossed your face as you inspected the packaging. Recognition sparked at the name of the candy: Blockbusters. “I used to love this candy when I was little. But then they stopped selling here in the city… Where did you get it from?”

Jake chuckled as he shoved his hands into his pockets. “The place where we had our training camp was pretty remote. They have an old convenience store that sold these — when I saw it, I thought you might like it.”

You let out a sound of amazement. “How did you know?”

Jake shrugged. “Lucky guess.”

“Well, thank you, anyway,” you said, smiling down at the packet in your hand. “I didn’t think I’d ever have one of these again until now.”

“No problem,” Jake replied. “Anyway — what do you usually do when you’re waiting for customers to show up?”

“Well, I either clean up a bit or…” You gestured to the boxes that you left when Jake entered the store. “I restock the shelves. I also have to check the fridge to make sure the refridgerated products are all thrown away.”

Jake nodded. “Okay, then what do you want me to do?”

You blinked. “Huh?”

Jake laughed at your confused expression. “Well you’re busy and I have too much time on my hands. We can work together and then walk home together.”

You couldn’t help the smile that crossed your face. It was so like him to offer to help you for something you were getting paid for just so he had the chance to walk you home. (Which, might you add, was in the opposite direction of his.)

You couldn’t even argue with him over it because you knew he wouldn’t budge. It was one of the few things he never compromised, actually — and you didn’t know whether to be grateful or scared: Grateful, because it meant you had an extra pair of hands. Or scared, because you were getting so used to it.

“Well, if you’re offering… There’s a broom in the storage room over there—”

“On it!”

Before you could finish your sentence, Jake was already making his way to the storage room. You laughed as Jake tripped over the box of ramyeon on the way. “That startled me!” he yelled, before bursting out into laughter.

You followed his example, unable to keep yourself from giggling at his clumsiness. Yeah, you thought fondly to yourself. I really missed him.

You wished, more than anything, that he could always be this way. This carefree and excitable Jake that you came to know and adore — you hoped he could always be this happy. And just as you wished for him to keep his smiles, you wished that you would always be there to witness them.

A sudden noise from the door caused Jake to look up, his eyes still bloodshot and his nose running as he continued to sniffle. He swallowed the lump in his throat and wiped away the dried tears on his cheeks, before a wide smile broke out on his face.

“Hey,” he said to the camera, his voice slightly hoarse. “Look who decided to show up.”

Just as Jake said this, a loud bark came from beside him. Jake clapped his hands as he looked at something out of the camera frame. Not even a second later, a large body of fur suddenly jumped up onto him, covering his face in affectionate licks.

Jake chuckled. “Layla, down!”

Immediately after his order, the said canine immediately sat down in front of Jake, lying down on her paws. Jake rewarded his companion with a stroke of her fur, before turning to the camera with a grin.

“Do you remember the day we first had lunch together? I said I would bring you over to meet Layla, didn’t I?” Jake said. “We never got to go through with that promise… So why not go through with it today?”

Jake leaned down to look at Layla’s eyes. “Layla, say hi to [_____].”

As if understanding Jake’s order, Layla turned to the camera and barked, as if giving a greeting to the receiver of the video. To you. Jake chuckled warmly before looking back at the camera.

“[_____], if you can really hear me… Just know that we both miss you a lot.” Jake smiled softly. “And we miss Layla Senior, too. How is she? I’m curious…”

Jake let out a laugh.

“I still remember that look on your face when I gave her back to you…”

THERE WAS SOMETHING ABOUT SEEING A FAMILIAR FACE IN A CROWD OF STRANGERS. The first time you understood what those movies were talking about — the ones where everything in the background faded as two people made eye contact, the way the world seemed to play in slow motion — was something you didn’t quite fully understand until today. Until you made eye contact with Jake as you made your way to the stage.

As you finished your performance, which you dedicated so much time and effort into, his face was the first one you sought out. And upon meeting your eyes, he lit up like a firefly at night. With a bright smile, he caught your attention and held it. So the only thing you could think about was getting off the stage and running your way towards him.

The Hybe School Art Festival was in full swing, and your club’s performance was one of the first to go on stage, meaning that you could enjoy the rest of the day. So you could have all the fun you wanted with Jake and not have to worry about leaving him behind to get ready for the stage. 

“You did good!” Jake immediately said as he greeted you with a customary head pat. “I’m proud of you.”

You couldn’t help the smile that broke out across your face, so wide that it even made your cheeks hurt from the force of it. “Thanks! Sorry to keep you waiting, though.”

Jake shook his head. “It’s okay. It was worth it.”

Your face started to feel warm, indicating the dangers of a visible blush. You playfully nudged Jake’s shoulder with your own. He pretended to clutch his arm in pain and stagger to the side — and almost right into a couple who was walking past.

“Oh, sorry,” Jake apologised as the pair gave him the stink eye.

“Hey!” You scolded with a laugh. You quickly pulled him towards you by the sleeve, before slapping his shoulder. “Watch where you’re going! That was so embarrassing...”

“Why are you blaming me?” Jake asked with wide eyes. “You’re the one who pushed me.” He rolled his shoulder. “Hey — I think you broke something.”

The two of you burst out into laughter. Shaking your head, you grabbed the edge of Jake’s sleeve and used it to lead him forward. “The poor soccer team,” you said as you weaved through the crowded pathway. “Stuck with such a weak striker.”

Jake’s head whipped towards you at the speed of striking lightning. His eyes were wide and his eyebrows raised in offence to your statement. Despite being a textbook ‘nice guy’, you knew after a while of befriending him that he had his own pride. And when it came to soccer, it showed more than ever.

“‘Weak’?” he asked, his voice slightly strained. “Did you just call me ‘weak’?”

You tilted your head innocently and pointed to yourself. “Me? When? You’re the one who got hurt with a tiny push.”

Jake scoffed. He stared straight forward before running his tongue along the inside of his cheek in annoyance. You subconsciously followed the movement with your eyes, and unwittingly became transfixed on the plumpness of his lips. You stared and stared — and might have stared some more if a slight nudge on your shoulder from another girl passing by caused you to snap out of it.

What the hell? you thought. Stay focused. Come on.

You have a determined nod before forcing your head to turn away. It wouldn’t be the first time that you forced yourself not to notice Jake’s apparent attractiveness — but it seemed to only get harder for you each time. You discretely fanned yourself with your hand to cool your burning face and pretended to look at the stalls to the right, so that Jake wouldn’t be able to see your red face.

From the moment you saw him, you were surprised to see him: He had dressed up in a white tee — that did nothing to hide the outline of his athletic build — and a pair of jeans. There was a gold chain around his neck and his hair was slicked back stylishly, uncovering the forehead that was usually hidden by his fluffy bangs. It wasn’t the first time you’ve seen him in casual clothing. But it was definitely the first time you’d seen him pull off a look that wasn’t so ‘big next door’ as much as it was ‘lady-killer’. 

Seriously, why is it so hot? you asked yourself. Why is he so hot? 

You jumped in place when you suddenly felt Jake’s hand suddenly grab your own, pulling you out of your reverie. Before you could even question him about it, he started tugging you alongside him and started walking with an increased speed of pace.

“Where are you going?” you asked in shock.

“Proving myself,” was Jake’s simple reply, which only caused you to be even more confused. Still, you followed him anyway, letting you lead the two of you through the pathways filled with people, cutting through the crowd as easily as fish swimming in a river. You only knew what he was up to when he suddenly brought you to one of the games that were set up at the end of the pathway.

“What’s this?” you asked curiously.

The game was set up with a large white canvas about four metres wide and tall, with a bunch of balloons hanging along the top of it, all in varying sizes. You noticed that some of the balloons had burst already, and underneath them were splatters of paint in different colours of the rainbow. A few feet in front of the canvas, there was a line of small bean bags. A few feet to the side, there was a wall of various prizes, including hats with the ears that moved when you pressed the pump devices in the paws; stuffed toys, and cute headbands and accessories along the top; followed by stationary and other cool gadgets moving down the board.

One of the girls spotted you and Jake and greeted you with a smile before explaining the rules of the game.

“You have to use the bean bags to pop one of the balloons along the top of the canvas. The smaller the balloon, the more choices of the prize you get,” the girl explained. “You get three chances to hit a balloon.”

“Ooooh.” You nodded in interest and turned to look at Jake. “Are you going to give it a try?”

“Of course,” Jake said confidently. He opened his wallet and gave the fee to the girl who explained the game before picking up one of the bean bags. He smiled as he walked back to the throwing line. “I’m going to go for the small one there.”

Jake pointed at one of the smaller balloons to the right. It would be difficult to aim when the surface area was smaller, so you would have personally gone for one of the larger balloons. But it seemed Jake was intent on “proving himself” as he said before.

You filled quietly as you cheered him on from the side. “You got this!”

You barely had time to react when a loud bang resonated through the air, following the sound of splattering paint, and an explosion of pink dye splattered across the once pure white column of canvas below the balloon that Jake had pointed out to you. You stood there with your mouth agape when you finally realised what had happened. 

“Congratulations!” the stall girl cheered. “You got it on one try!”

Jake, however, was looking straight at you. He raised an eyebrow and licked his lip, flashing his perfect teeth in a cocky grin that had your knees fighting to keep you upright. You let out a laugh of disbelief before shaking your head. With reluctance, you brought your hands together in slow applause.

“How was that?” Jake asked cheekily. “Pretty good for a ‘weak striker’, huh?”

You smiled back. “I guess you’re not that bad.”

Jake chuckled before throwing an arm around your shoulder and leading you toward the prize section. “Come here.” You looked at Jake over your shoulder as he led you, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Seeing your silent question, he simply said, “You lost the bet so now it’s payment time.”

You raised your eyebrows. “Since when was it a bet?”

“Since you said something wrong and I decided to prove it,” Jake replied quickly.

You scoffed. “Naur way…”

Jake laughed and ruffled the top of your head. The girl at the prize wall congratulated Jake before offering him a choice of prize. You watched as he chose a My Melody hat with moving ears. He smiled before looking at you. You eyed him curiously, only to jump away when he suddenly came closer.

“What are you doing?” you asked.

Jake simply smirked and placed the hat right on your head. “There.”

“What even?” You reached up to the ears, immediately trying to take it off. However Jake didn’t let you, and held your hands in your own. “I don’t suit things like this!” you whined. “At least get me the Kuromi one.”

“No,” Jake said firmly, “I think this one suits you just fine.”

He looked you straight in the eyes, his own sparkling with amusement and something akin to the look one would wear when looking at a puppy — full of tenderness.

“You look cute.”

Your face burned brighter than the pink paint that splattered from the balloon Jake had popped. What made it worse was the coping of the girl at the prize stall, who commented on how adorable the two of you were.

“You’re such a cute couple,” she said, “the cutest one so far.”

Your eyes almost popped out of their sockets. “We’re not—“

What took you back even more than the girl’s claim was the fact that instead of refuting it, Jake suddenly laughed and squeezed your hands, which he was still holding in his own. “Thanks.”

You couldn’t take any more embarrassment at that moment. Ripping your hand away from Jake’s, you turned away from him, intent on walking as far away as possible from the delusion girl and the wall of prizes. The last thing you heard was the familiar sound of Jake’s laugh, before he called out to you to wait for him.

You ignored him and continued to speed walk, the ears on your Melody hat flapping erratically as you repeatedly pressed the paws. By the time Jake caught up to you, no amount of silent treatment could get him to stop smiling. And seeing the fierce blush on your face only made it even more difficult.

As the art festival went on, you gave into the bribe of boba that Jake offered to win your favour, and continued as if nothing had happened. The two of yoy went through a plethora of stalls, trying all sorts of games and foods that were offered, until eventually the sky became dark and the day was coming to an end. People were starting to pack away their equipment, and people started making their way down to the sports field where the fireworks show would be held soon.

You and Jake decided to watch it from afar, to avoid getting caught in the foot traffic when the event officially ended and everyone was trying to go home at once. So, the two of you were walking side by side out of the gates of the high school, enjoying the quiet song of night critters and each other’s company. 

“There’s something I’ve been wanting to ask for a while,” Jake suddenly said.

You turned to him, momentarily stopping yourself from playing with the ears on your hat. “What is it?”

Jake smiled as he looked up at the sky. “That day when we first met, why did you help me out?”

You blinked in confusion. 

It had been a while since that day. Sometimes, you still looked back and pondered on it — the fatefulness of it — but not once did you ever consider the possibility of not helping Jake that day. In your mind, it was nothing extraordinary. You had simply helped someone you had the capacity to help: you were no saint, nor did you claim to be. You simply did what you could. 

It never occurred to you that you might need a reason for acting the way you did.

You shrugged your shoulders. “Why not?”

Jake laughed. He lowered his head, a smile on his face as he kept his eyes trained on his shoes. The two of you were walking in perfect sync, neither of you in front or behind of the other, just perfectly in line with one another. The sight of it seemed to amuse him.

“What is it?” you asked.

Jake shook his head. “It’s just… You really haven’t changed.”

You stopped in your tracks at Jake’s words, confused. Furrowing your eyebrows, you tilted your head in thought. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Jake looked down at you, a fond look on his face. “Remember when I said you owe me a favour for coming with you here to the festival?” You nodded. “Well I want to cash it in right now. For my favour… Just wait here for a second.”

You looked around your surroundings. You were still within reach of the school grounds, and there was a convenience store right across the two of you with several people inside. So it wasn’t as if it was unsafe. But you were a little confused as to why Jake was suddenly asking you to stand here.

“I won’t be long,” Jake said. “Promise.”

You opened your mouth and then closed it again. Then after a while of thinking, you nodded. “Okay.”

Jake gave you one last smile before turning around. And without another word, he was jogging off into the distance. You pouted as you stood there awkwardly, flapping the ears of your hat continuously as you watched Jake’s figure disappear into the distance. 

What was he doing? You really had no idea what was running through his mind. And what did he mean by, ‘you really haven’t changed? If it were anyone else, you would be a bit alarmed by his cryptic words. And yet, because of Jake, and this weird sense of safety next to him, you felt nothing but longing to know the truth.

After a few minutes of standing there, Jake’s figure reappeared. You subconsciously went to walk to him, only to stop in your tracks. He was holding a gift bag in his right hand as he jogged back towards you, and you had no idea what it was for.

Was it someone’s birthday? It definitely wasn’t yours. Was it something for you? But then you didn’t really do anything to deserve a gift… So what was it for?

Your mental guessing game came to an end when Jake stopped a few feet away from you, slightly out of breath, and with a few droplets of sweat on his forehead, but not looking any less happy than he was when he left. In fact, you’d say he was even more excited than before.

“Here,” he said, holding the bag out to you. “It’s for you — and before you say anything, no, I won’t take any give backs.”

You promptly shut your mouth. You had no idea what it was inside that bag, but you were curious, and a little touched. “Thank you,” you said while laughing. “Even though I don’t know what it’s for.”

Jake simply grinned, watching eagerly as you opened the top of the bag. You peered inside, unable to see anything due to the darkness outside. But as soon as you realised what it was, you couldn’t help the gasp that left your lips. Your eyes widened as you slowly took the item out of the bag, inspecting every inch of it with your eyes. 

It was a stuffed dog plush — but not just any. You flipped the the dog over and looked at the front right paw. There, you found your initials written in black ink, in what was obviously a child’s handwriting… And underneath it was a plus sign, followed by the three letters: S. J. Y.

“Layla?” you whispered, your voice almost nonexistent in your shocked state.

You looked up at Jake with wide eyes. And all of a sudden, every moment you shared together went flashing through your mind, before you picked out opened that you completely missed before now.

“This is my dog Layla…”

“Wait— her name is Layla? … I used to have a dog plush named Layla… It was my favourite toy when I was little; I carried it everywhere with me.”

“What a coincidence.”

“You know— you remind me a lot of someone I knew.”

“Really?”

“Yeah… When I was little I hurt myself and this little girl I knew at the time told me off.”

“I used to love this candy when I was little. But then they stopped selling here in the city… Where did you get it from?”

“...They have an old convenience store that sold these — when I saw it, I thought you might like it.”

“How did you know?”

“Lucky guess.”

“You really haven’t changed.”

The pieces slowly started to come together, and all of a sudden everything become so much clearer. Jake smiled upon seeing the realisation in your eyes. But you, for your part, couldn’t even believe it.

“Yunie?”

“You were seriously surprised,” Jake said, laughing.

By now, Layla (the dog) had left the room, leaving him alone once again. But unlike before, he hadn’t been consumed by his own grief; rather, he had embraced the happiness of the memories he had with you, letting it dry away the tears that he shed for you.

 “But I won’t lie… I was kind of nervous,” Jake admitted. “There was still a chance that you would have forgotten all about me. And I was scared that you wouldn’t recognise who I was even after I gave you Layla back. So I stalled as long as I could. Just to wait for the ‘right’ moment.”

Jake sighed as he leaned his chin on his fist. “You know what changed my mind?” Jake almost burst out laughing at his next confession. “Park Sunghoon. That guy… Even as a guy, I think he’s handsome. And you even admitted he was good-looking, too. I guess I got threatened. Maybe even jealous.”

Jake suddenly pointed at the screen.

“Sunghoon, if you’re watching this, forget everything I just said: I’m not scared anymore. Remember — I beat you in that arm wrestling match.”

Jake burst out laughing at his own antics. Once he finally settled down, he shook his head and bit his lip.

“I forgot to mention: do you remember that park we went to when we were little? I went there yesterday to visit it… And I couldn’t stop smiling, I’m telling you.” Jake chuckled. “I must have looked so weird laughing all alone like that… But you know what? Even though you weren’t there personally… I felt like I could still feel you right next to me.”

Jake let out a wistful sigh.

“It’s been so long since that day…”

NINE-YEAR-OLD SIM JAEYUN WAS STILL YOUNG. And as someone still young, he never understood the way of adults, or how their minds worked.

Jaeyun didn’t understand why his parents were married, and supposedly loved each other, only to spend all their time arguing. He didn’t understand why he — their only child, who was supposed to be loved unconditionally — was often forgotten in the midst of their dispute.

It was all too complicated, the world of adults. And he didn’t know if he ever wanted to grow up. Eventually, he got tired of it all. And without hesitation, he ran away from it all.

That was why he sat here now, lost and alone, eyes downcast as he sat at a playground bench — ignored and forgotten, just as always.

Until she came along.

“Hey.”

Jaeyun lifted his head to see a girl around his age standing in front of him. She was looking down at him with a pout while holding a dog plushie in her hands. Jaeyun blinked at her as she pointed at the spot next to him.

“Can I sit here? Me and Layla are tired.”

Jaeyun furrowed his eyebrows. Momentarily, he forgot all about what brought him here to this beach in the first place, now focused on the girl in front of him, who appeared out of nowhere.

“Who’s Layla?” he asked.

The girl held up the dog plush in her hands. “This is Layla. She’s my dog.”

“But it’s just a toy,” Jaeyun said factually.

The girl gave him a blank look and sighed. Shaking her head, she took the seat she originally asked permission for, slipping her backpack off and placing it in between the two of them.

Jaeyun looked at her. “I didn’t say you could sit down, though…”

The girl huffed. “I got tired from standing too long.”

Jaeyun went quiet. The two of them sat there in silence, with the girl petting her dog plush as if it were a real puppy. After a while, the girl with the dog plush looked at Jaeyun with curiosity.

“Why are you sitting here alone?” she asked curiously. “Where are you parents?”

Jaeyun hung his head in shame. “They don’t know I’m here,” he confessed quietly. “I ran away…”

The girl tilted her head curiously. “Why did you run away?”

Jaeyun sighed, sounding far too burdened than any nine-year-old should. “They keep shouting at each other, and I don’t like it. So I left.”

The girl hummed. “That doesn’t sound very good.”

Jaeyun didn’t say anything to that. Seeing Jaeyun’s expression, the girl started to rummage through her bag until she found a packet of candy. The girl carefully opened it before holding it out to Jaeyun with her arms.

“Give me your hand.” Jaeyun held out his hand, watching as the girl poured out some of the candy onto his hand. “When I get sad, my mama always buys me this to make me feel better. They’re called Blockbusters. They’re supposed to make you feel happy. So don’t be sad anymore, okay?”

Jaeyun blinked. Then, after a while, he finally smiled. “Thanks!”

The girl smiled back before pouring out some more candy for herself. The two ate their candy in content silence. When they were done, Jaeyun looked at the girl beside him curiously. She was somewhat strange, in his eyes. They didn’t even know each other, but she was giving him company and even sharing candy with him.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” he asked.

The girl looked back at him and shrugged. “Why not?”

Jaeyun didn’t know what to say to that, but in his mind, it sounded really cool. So, using the lessons he learnt from his parents, he introduced himself.

“My name is Sim Jaeyun,” he said. “What’s yours?”

The girl smiled back. “I’m Yu [____].”

Indeed, that girl was you.

Jaeyun broke out into a wide grin. “Do you want to go on the swings together?”

That day, when Jaeyun’s parents finally found them, they were incredibly angry. But at the same time, they were also very sad. Jaeyun watched as they cried and checked over him to see if he was alright — and for the first time in a long time, his parents shared something in common with each other. Their love for their only son.

But all Jaeyun could think about was how he had so much fun. And so, that night, as Jaeyun lay in bed, he wished that he could meet you and Layla again.

And he did.

Day after day, he went to the same park all over again, and played games with you and your favourite plush, Layla.

“Catch me if you can!” you yelled tauntingly, as you sprinted around the playground, with Jaeyun chasing after you. 

Your laughter rang through the park like a chime of bells, filling the air with the song of joy. It continued that way until Jaeyun suddenly cried out in pain, and you turned around to see him on the ground, clutching his knee in pain.

“Yunie, are you okay?!” you asked worriedly.

You immediately got down beside Jaeyun, who was bawling his eyes out. You immediately noticed the graze on his knee and got to work. Pouting, you got out a bandaid inside your backpack and carefully put it on him.

“Be careful next time, idiot,” you said as you patched him up. “That’s why you need to make sure your shoelaces are tied!”

Jaeyun sniffled and nodded. Seeing his dejected  expression, you got out your sheet of stickers from your bag. After some debate, you chose the golden star sticker and peeled it off the sheet.

“Here,” you said, as you placed the sticker on the bandaid. “Have a gold star to make you feel better.”

Jaeyun smiled up at you. “Thanks!”

“You’re welcome, Yunie.” You held out a hand to help him up. “Come on. Let’s go get some ice cream.”

And just like that, the two of you began to play again. Like you did every day before that, and every day after. The two of you became like two peas in a a pod, always seeking each other’s company, and finding refuge in it. And even if it was just for an hour a day, Jaeyun felt like he could escape the confusing world his parents lived in. Because he had a friend who was with him through everything.

But that all changed when one day, Jaeyun brought bad news.

“I have to leave,” Jaeyun said sadly.

“What do you mean, Yunie?” you asked, your head tilted curiously.

“Me and my mum are going to Australia,” Jake said. “So we can’t play together anymore. This is the last time.”

You frowned, your eyes watering. “But I don’t want you to go…” 

The two of you stood dejected in the middle of the park, heads bowed as a cloud of gloom hovered over your heads. Then, the waterworks came, and the two of you couldn’t stop the tears as you let them flow from your eyes. Who knew how long it was before you could speak again without wailing. 

Biting your bottom lip, you looked down at the plush in your hands. And after debate, you finally gathered courage. Taking out a black marker from your bag, you took one of the paws and started to write on it.

“What are you doing?” Jaeyun asked, sniffling. 

“I’m writing something.” You capped the black marker and held the plush out to Jaeyun. “Here. You have this.”

Jaeyun’s eyes widened. “But this is your favourite toy!”

You nodded. “I know. But mama said we give things to other people, it’s like we give a part of ourselves. So you can have it. Then it’s like we both go to Australia together!”

Jaeyun’s eyes widened as he looked down at the plush. Then, he furrowed his eyebrows in determination. “I promise to give it back when I come back,” he said resolutely.

You smiled in return. “Okay. Then I promise to wait for you to come back.”

And all through the plane ride to Australia, Jaeyun couldn’t stop looking at the paw of his plush, where the initials of tei names were written together, signifying the shared ownership of the toy, and the bind that the two owners of the initials shared.

The bond of you and him.

Neither of you knew how long it would take. Jaeyun himself didn’t think it would take ten years for him to finally fulfil the promise he made that day, and he found himself hopeless as he returned to South Korea, the place he once called his home.

Everything had changed. Nothing remained of what he remembered. Sim Jaeyun was now Jake Sim; the home that once house him and his family was now only holding him and his father; and the uniform he wore as a child to school was now long outgrown — even his own mother language was foreign on his tongue. He was a stranger in his own home country.

Jaeyun — or rather, Jake — started to think that maybe he didn’t belong here in the first place. Not with the memories he shared being so far gone in the past. He even started to wonder if, like all the things in his past (all the things that were familiar, that reminded him of home) were all gone.

But that all changed one summer day, when fate brought the two of you together again. And as if history repeated itself, it started with a boy sitting alone on a bench, a girl who walked up to him, and one simple sentence:

“Can I sit here?”

“SO YOU REMEMBER?” 

Jake chuckled at the expression on your face, full of conflicting emotions. 

“How could I forget?” you asked simply.

For so long, you wondered about that kid — Sim Jaeyun — who you befriended one fateful day at the park. The friend you shared your favourite candy with, and shared complaints about adults with. The one that took off with your favourite toy, with no signs of keeping that promise you made.

Every day since he left you sat at that same bench, hoping the boy you once shared candy with would show up once again. And yet, as days turned into months, and months into years, you had finally accepted that perhaps he had forgotten about you after all. That you were holding on to a loose rope. 

You couldn’t have been more wrong.

Jake looked down at his shoes, rubbing the back of his neck. “I don’t really know what to say… I’m really sorry I took so long. I don’t have an excuse. I just—”

Jake didn’t get to finish his sentence before he was tackled in a desperate hug. Jake staggered at the sudden collision between the two of you. And yet, it was painless. He let his arms come around you without hesitation, holding you to him tightly, yet gently. And as he stood there, he thought that he had never felt better.

“Why didn’t you say anything sooner?” You asked, your voice weak. “Seriously… You idiot…”

Jake laughed, gently rubbing your back up and down. You weren’t crying, nor were you smiling like him — you were simply treasuring the moment, letting it engulf you like Jake’s arms. 

You didn’t think it was possible to be affected by something that happened so long ago. That the bond you shared as two children could have carried on for so long. But you supposed that was the strange thing about string of fate: once it tied two people together, it wasn’t so easy to undo.

“I’m sorry,” Jake apologised once again. This time, his hand found its way to the back of your head, stroking it softly. “I took a long time, didn’t I?”

You closed your eyes, breathing in his scent for what felt like the first time. “Yeah… Way too long.” You buried your nose into his chest, clutching Layla the plush behind his back. “If I knew before… I would have hugged you way sooner…”

Jake smiled, his fingers dipping into your hair. By now, the Melody hat he had given you fell around you shoulders, giving giving him access to your soft locks. He weaved his hands through them, massaging your scalp comfortingly.

With a small smile he brought his lips to the crown of your head. 

“I missed you,” he whispered. 

You didn’t move as you felt the soft flesh of his lips find their way to your forehead, placing a tender kiss there. Your cheeks grew warm, your fingers clenching his jacket from behind, as if scared to let go.

“I missed you too…”

Above the two of you, the dark sky erupted into an explosion of bright colours; the crackling fireworks lighting up the night with cause for celebration.

“I’ll be honest: I regret a lot of things. But liking you was never one of them.”

“I WON’T BE LONG.”

In the park where you first met — and first separated — you and Jake found yourself standing side by side in front of the bench where your story first began.

You did your best to keep a smile on your face. But it was hard. You didn’t know why — only that, for some reason, saying goodbye to Jake Sim wasn’t as easy as you hoped it would be. It seemed like it was too soon to part ways again. That you barely had time to spend together… But now that holidays came around, it was about time Jake paid his mother in Australia a visit.

“I’m sorry,” Jake apologised. “I wanted to spend a little more time before I had to go back.”

You shook your head. “No. It’s okay. You can’t keep your family waiting…”

Jake nodded, biting his lip nervously as you continued to avoid eye contact. You sighed, before looking up at him, your eyes holding unspoken emotions.

You smiled, hesitantly but sweetly. “Just make sure not to take another ten years to come back.”

Jake laughed. “Okay, okay…”

You twisted your fingers in your hands. In the distance, you could see Jake’s taxi parked on the side of the road. “You shouldn’t make your taxi driver wait any longer…”

Jake bit his lip and nodded. “You’re right.”

Despite his words, he didn’t move an inch from his place. The two of you continued to stand there, neither of you wanting to make the first move. As if — in some strange way — you had a feeling you needed to make the moment last as long as possible.

The feeling that this goodbye could possibly be the last.

“And if I’m grateful for anything, it would be that I had one last chance to tell you what I wanted to all this time.”

“The last time I had to leave, you gave me something,” Jake suddenly said. “Can I give you something, too?”

You looked into Jake’s eyes, not even knowing what you were searching for. But something was there. Something that you had ignored for so long. Something you knew you couldn’t pretend not to see.

Under the light of the setting sun, his face was a rosy hue, reflecting the oink that was dusted across the evening sky. The light in his eyes was no flickering flame, but one of a thousand burning stars.

Your throat closed up at the heat in his stare that threatened to consume you where you stood, as if his burning gaze had left nothing but smoke in its wake, suffocating your chest.

“What is it?” you somehow managed to whisper.

Jake smiled softly and took a step toward you. Your heart raced inside your chest with the force of a galloping racehorse, threatening to break straight out of your ribcage and right towards the boy in front of you.

Jake’s hand found its way to your chin, tilting it towards him, so that your faces were perfectly aligned. Your lips parted, a slight gasp escaping your lips as his thumb lingered across your lips. His eyes flickered down to your lips, before slowly making their way back up again, as if committing your features to memory — like a camera capturing an image.

Seconds felt like hours, and each one that passed as you remained stuck in time felt like slow torture. Until finally, he leaned down and captured your lips with his own. It was almost as if it hadn’t happened, with how gently he pressed his lips against yours — like the flap of a butterfly’s wings against your skin. But the heat of his mouth spread across your body like a flame, overcoming you with its warmth.

“But if I had to change just one thing…”

And all too soon, it was over. As if someone had to physically pulling him back from you by the collar, Jake reluctantly let you go from his kiss. Your noses brushed, just as your eyelashes did. And when he looked at you, you couldn’t do anything but sigh.

“It’s up to you whether you give that back or not…” The corners of Jake’s lips lifted into that same smile of his. “But if you do… I’ll be back to collect it.”

You couldn’t believe what had happened, only nodding in your dizzied state. Jake smiled and placed one last pat one your head, before he got ready to leave.

“Well then,” he said. “See you when I get back.”

And with that, he walked away, leaving you to watch his figure as it got further and further away.

“I would have stayed.”

If Jake had known what would happen — the kiss he shared with you that day could have been the last —  he knew for a fact that he wouldn’t have left that day. But by the time he learnt what happened to you that day, it was already too late.

Only two weeks into his trip in Australia, he hadn’t received a single message or call from you. A part of him considered that maybe it was your way of rejecting you — and honestly, he would have preferred that. He would have rather known you were safe and hated his guts, than to know what he did that day.

“What did you say?” Jake asked, as he held his phone to his ear with a shaking hand. “What happened to her?”

The voice of your mother over the phone was the epitome of heartache and grief. That day, Jake had learnt what it meant to talk after having one’s heart ripped out of their chest.

“There’s been an accident…”

Jake dropped his phone at the same time as rain started to fall from the sky

Once again, he was late.

“But I can’t change the past. I can only promise you this,” Jake said. “So [____], if you can really hear this, then listen carefully.”

Jake took in a deep breath, steadying himself emotionally.

“I’m sorry I didn’t hold you longer that day. I’m sorry I didn’t hug you more, or tell you sooner how much I missed you. I’m sorry for all of those things — but most of all, I’m sorry that I didn’t stay.”

Jake swallowed the lump in his throat.

“But wherever it is that you are right now, I just want you to know that there’s no rush,” he said. “I don’t care how long it takes. You waited ten years until I came back… Just make sure you come back to me, okay?”

“You waited ten years before — I’ll wait ten more if that’s what it takes…” Jake chuckled and added, “I’m still waiting for that kiss back, after all.”

Jake sighed, trying to lighten the mood with his next statement.

“I have to go, otherwise the others will complain that I’m using too much memory. But don’t worry — I won’t stop visiting you.”

Jake leaned into the camera and gave one lasting smile.

“Love you.”

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“Believe in fate”

Quote by the great Sunghoon Park

Note: I tried writing a little drabble to see how I write or yk to have an update about my skills . It's not the best . I don't like it honestly but I need it for the feedback and constructive criticism so I can get better. Please bear with me during my getting better phase😞🙏

Warning: Not proofread (I'm sorry I was impatient 😭☝️)

I was walking around in the dim lights of the road . The moon shining and glowing like it found someone to spend it's life with.

Ironic isn't it?

We've always been told that moon shines alone in the dark night sky , but have you thought about the stars it's surrounded with? The numerous stars which shine brighter than the moon alone , yet their size makes the moon outshine them.

Oh how lucky the moon is , to be surrounded with stars which shine bright yet it's the only one which stands out the most .

Sometimes I don't want to fine my moon , but rather my star and be the moon.

I was in deep thought . I had face yet another break-up. When will I find my star? It was agonizing really but it's not in my hands. I'll leave it to fate. I hope I'm destined to be with someone who would love me like the stars love the moon.

Deep in thought I didn't notice another presence, making me bump into them .

I stumbled back , didn't fall tho . It would have been more embarrassing. I looked at the person in action . He was tall , blond hair sticking out - falling on his forehead. His plump lips and his long eyelashes : oh just how jealous all of the girls would be of him . His nose sat upright while his dark shade almond shaped eyes stared back at me in amusement.

“oh I'm sorry , I wasn't looking forward” I stated

He chuckled a bit while looking down then brought his eyes back to mine.

“it's fine don't worry , happens to me all the time”

Then suddenly I felt something on my shoes , I looked down only to see this pure fluff of joy looking at me with so much anticipation, wagging it's tail back and forth aggressively, tongue darted out while painting hard.

“looks like I'm not the only one who likes this pretty stranger” the guy winked

Adorable. Both of them were adorable. So I bent down and started to pet the little ball of sunshine and looks like she really did like me . Although I was unaware of his feelings and thoughts , the moment seemed to take my mind of things and made me calm down a bit. It was comforting really.

I didn't remember about my break up , it's thoughts didn't cross my mind even once during this interaction with this cute duo.

“Im jake and that's Layla , my partner in crime” the stranger , who wasn't a stranger now stated.

“aww she's cute , I'm y/n”

“Pretty girl got a pretty name too. Would you like to join us for a walk?”

I thought about it. Should I? Maybe i should. I mean there's no harm is there? Without any other thought I said yes and we proceeded to walk towards the park .

Little did I know , fate brought me to not one but two stars.

Kkeut.

•2:40pm•

jake rubbed his eyes and yawned before letting his head fall down onto the table with a small groan. turning to look at him, you tilted your head to the side with a small sigh, rubbing your hand up and down his back.

it had been a long day for the both of you. shopping for the whole day wasn’t mean to be relaxing.. the last thing jake needed at the end of the day was a large social event with a bunch of loud teenagers.

“ jake? should we go?” you asked him, considering that he hadn’t gotten much sleep the previous night due to a work overload. he lifted his head from the table and nodded. you slipped your hand off his back softly and into his hand.

you gave jake a reassuring smile before standing up from the table you had found in a more quiet room. “ come on baby, you must be so tired..” you cooed, ruffling your free hand through his hair before dragging him out of the house.

jake turned to look at you, stars in his eyes. oh how he loved you. he couldn’t ask for anything more.

you were his everything.

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