Jake As Dohwa Breaks My Heart A Bit Tho - Tumblr Posts
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UNLUCKY GIRL SYNDROME ✦ PSH & SJY | TEASER !
inspired by operation true love
pairing ➻ sunghoon x f! reader x jake
synopsis ➻ if it was possible to see the number of people who would fall in love with you over your lifetime, most people would agree to it in a heartbeat, but some might not. you don't get that choice, labelled by a mysterious system as someone destined to receive no love and threatened to fix this 'error' before it's too late. but who will be your saviour, the social pariah sunghoon, or the school's golden boy sim jaeyun?
genres & tropes ➻ slow burn, love triangle, mystery
content warning ➻ profanity & some more serious themes like neglect and burnout + please be aware that this doesn't contain polyamory so there will be only one of them that you end up with
word count ➻ current 6.2 k, anticipated 15 - 20 k
note ➻ i was very excited to create this and share it with you all, so i sincerely hope you enjoy! it will be my first (enhablr) long fic, to celebrate 100 followers [i hope i finish this before i reach 200]
release date ➻ august!
INTRODUCING THE LOVE INTERESTS !
WELL . . . WHAT DO THEY THINK OF YOU ?
interviewer: what do you think of y/n, sunghoon?
sunghoon: she pisses me off.
interviewer: can you elaborate?
sunghoon: no.
interviewer: what about you, jake?
jake: y/n? y/n... hmmm the name's not familiar. are you sure she goes to decelis?
OH ! THEN, PERHAPS A SCENE FROM THE STORY WILL DO ?
finally. after a long hard day of, well, avoiding pushy fangirls and brown-nosers, jake has glimpsed some freedom.
he finds himself enjoying the breeze on a local park bench instead. it’s close enough to decelis that he still flinches every time he hears a high-pitched noise, but finding peace is not impossible.
especially when the park is full of families having fun and apparent couples lazing on the grass. it’s not often he gets to experience an atmosphere like this. not often that he’s allowed to pause and allow himself to feel the moment long enough to experience anything at all, actually.
it feels as if most of his time is spent in making connections, modelling, events and the time he does get to spend at school is used up dodging people who want to talk about said activities.
it’s downright exhausting, and it’s to the point jake considers dropping modelling several times a week. the issue, of course, is that he loves it. to him, it’s a form of art, especially when he can see all of the incredible content created from him. it’s like a part of him is permanently out there for people to know and experience and that’s just amazing to him.
so yeah. an impasse. but enough rumination, right now was his time to truly feel peace and enjoy the ambiance the fresh air and trees provided.
that is, until someone goes crashing to the ground in front of him, and yeah jake did think that a block of pavement jutting at an angle from the previous would be an issue, but seeing the stray train of thought come to fruition was unfortunate.
what just happened settles in, and jake scrambles off of the bench, mourning his peace only a little bit after taking in the familiar decelis girls’ uniform.
“oh my god, are you okay?” his hands hover unsure, twitching in the air uselessly in response to the girl’s groan filling the surroundings.
when you turn towards the boy to reassure him that ‘yeah, i just got my shit rocked in front of you, but i’m fine!’
you gasp when you notice who is, “it’s you! coffee boy!”
jake is a little astonished, since when was he coffee boy? “hey! i have a name.”
you furrow your brow a bit, and he can’t tell if you’re trying to remember said name or that’s pain on your face.
“jake! right?”
he ignores the odd, new feeling of someone having to confirm his name instead of intuitively knowing it before he even says a word and nods, “and you’re y/n.”
he’s not sure if he would have remembered your name were it not for the way your last encounter with him went.
you nod enthusiastically, before frowning at the sting you feel on your knees. it seemed they were slightly skinned. you frown, contemplating what you should do, still on the floor.
jake clears his throat, “you, uh, should probably do something about that.”
you raise an unimpressed brow, as if to say, ‘what, pray tell, should i do here in the middle of the park?’
but, not one to be discouraged, you reach into your bag, frowning and dumping one of the pockets contents onto the ground in search of what you need. you cheer slightly in triumph, grabbing the handkerchief around your skinned knee for now.
good enough until you get home.
you hear jake chuckle and fix your gaze back on him, confused as to what’s funny in the situation right now.
he smiles, pointing at an item from your backpack, “you’re still carrying a flip-phone around in this day and age?”
the blood evaporates out of your body. you don’t want it to be true, but as you follow his finger with bated breath, your heart stutters as your gaze lands on it.
it, being a bright. pink. flip-phone.
unbeknownst to you, jake frowns in confusion as he notices the drastic change in your demeanour. he remains dumbfounded as you flounder, shoving everything back in your backpack whilst completely ignoring the object.
he doesn’t even have the time to question you before you bolt away, leaving him and the flip phone.
jake’s unable to hold his curiosity back and he picks up the phone. he almost drops it at the message sitting on the home screen that greets him.
hey, you’re not supposed to look at this! (¬_¬)
just what the hell was this? jake shrugs off the unnerving feeling and pockets the cell, deciding he’d give it to you eventually when you spoke again. although with the way you ran off, you didn’t seem too keen about it.
the model is utterly confused, but. oh well. he supposed being strange was one of your character traits.
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