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The One That Got Away

non-idol!jake x f!reader

Started off with fluff in mind but ended up to be drama drama drama. whoops.

You dreaded getting off the subway because that meant you were leaving an air conditioned car and had to walk 2 more blocks on this humid night in September. And in NYC of all places. You were out to meet a friend you haven’t seen in a few months.

“Y/N!!” your friend, Celeste, exclaims when you walk into the bar. You secretly cringe at how loud she is but is grateful because it was extremely dim.

You give her a hug and ask, “is it always humid this time of year!?”

“How was your flight!?” She asks instead of answering your question, you squint to try to take a good look at her face and notice her cheeks are flushed.

“Are you already drunk?” You asked raising an eyebrow.

“It might just be the loud music,” a voice said from behind you. He placed a pitcher of beer in the middle of the table and an empty cup in front of you. “I’m Jay.”

You turn to look at him and before you can tell the stranger off, “I’m Celeste’s boyfriend, I was hoping she’d be able to introduce us since she mentioned you’re a bit protective but I don’t think we’ll have that chance.”

“I’m Y/N,” you offer your hand for him to shake. You glance at Celeste, who was blissfully dancing to the music, before asking him to see some photos of them two.

You don’t realize you’re smiling as you scroll through their photos until you hand his phone back and he’s smiling back at you. You furrow your brows, “What!?”

Jay laughs, “nothing, you were smiling and I thought for a moment we were cool.”

You smirk, “you guys are cute, I will admit, but time will tell if we become cool.”

Celeste found strangers to dance with close by to where you guys were sitting, Jay was texting someone non-stop on his phone and you were starting to get suspicious. When he finally put his phone down he grabbed the pitcher of beer and topped off both your glasses before asking if you were down for another pitcher.

He noticed you glaring and asked, “no? I can also get you something else if you’re not feeling beer anymore?”

You continue to glare. Jay’s face was genuinely confused and he followed your eyes when they dropped to his phone.

“Oh— yeah, I should’ve known that was suspicious.” Jay said as he grabbed his phone with one hand and rubbed the back of his neck with the other. “You’re not the only friend visiting town, my friend is supposed to come out but he’s struggling with the subway. I told him to hail a taxi but at this point traffic would slow him down.”

Your face softens, “I see. Sorry.”

“No! Please don’t be. I’m like that too with my friends. I’m glad Celeste has you.”

You don’t admit it to him yet, but you see you two being cool. Jay left momentarily to get another pitcher of beer. Celeste pops in after every songs and you assure her that you’re fine. You glance at the bar and notice it’s gotten busier.

“Sorry that took a while,” he apologizes. “This is Jake, by the way.”

You turn to the guy who sat down next to you and feel like you’re having deja vu. You immediately get up and speed walk through the crowd to get outside. You wanted to feel the coolness of the night but the air was still and you felt the heat rise up your neck.

Jay stood up but Jake grabbed his shoulder to gesture him to stay, “I’ll go after her.”

It wasn’t deja vu, you actually saw him. The guy you met in Australia 4 years ago. Your Uncle’s brewery needed extra hands and you thought it would be a nice change from Portland, Oregon. You occasionally saw Jake when he’d come in with his friends, then he’d come in more frequently during the day with his laptop and books to “study”.

By the time he had the courage to ask you out, you were leaving back home to the States in 2 weeks. The two of you hung out everyday up until D-day.

“I live closer to the airport, did you want to just stay at my place tonight?” Jake asked cautiously. When you didn’t reply right away he followed up with, “I understand if that’s not your vibe.. we can stick to the plan of me picking you up in the morning to take you to the airport. I’m just happy I got to spend the last two weeks with you.”

You were sitting on the porch steps of your uncle’s vineyard. Jake was standing a few feet in front of you. Your mind temporarily drifted to summers you’d run through the vineyard as a child, then to when your uncles decided making wine wasn’t enough, he wanted to brew beer. Jake knew your mind drifted often, he noticed that about you before you even told him. He never rushed you and you liked that about him.

After a couple minutes you silently got up and went inside the house. The sound of your suitcase caught Jake’s attention and as soon as you opened the door he ran up to take it from you and carried it to his car.

“I’ll stay at your place if that’s okay. I know your selling point was that you’re closer to the airport but I think I’ll regret not being with you tonight.”

You got on the plane the next day, returned to your life in Oregon, took a couple months to forget about Jake, then realized you couldn’t so you didn’t.

Seeing him a couple minutes ago brought back all those feelings from years ago. You didn’t forget him but you managed to move on. Your mind’s going a hundred different directions you didn’t even notice you were crossing the street at a red light until you saw headlights coming at you fast in your peripherals. The car horn made you brace your head with your hands.

“Y/N!!” Jake yells. You stand in the middle of the crosswalk overstimulated and with your eyes shut. You feel hands gently grab your arms and guide you to the sidewalk.

“I got you,” Jake says as he brings you to his chest and wraps his arms around you.

“I need to go back to the bar but I don’t want to,” you manage to say.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“But I don’t know if I want to be here.”

“It’s okay not to know,” he assures you. You finally pull away from him and take a good look at him. He looks the same, but older. He used to have shaggy hair but you can’t tell what it looks like under his hat. You stare at him as if you’ll forget what he looks like if you look away.

“Y/N… it looks like you want to kiss me,” he teases tilting his head.

You break your stare and hit his shoulder enough to free yourself from his hold. “Jay just bought a pitcher of beer, I don’t want it to go to waste so I better get going.”

“I’ll go with you, he got me a glass too so I better help too,” he says playfully.

The two of walk one block in silence before he breaks it, “was that a panic attack back there?”

You bite your lip anxiously when you hear his question.

“I don’t want to sound like a dick.. but I have a feeling it was because of me.” He reluctantly says.

“It was sobering,” you finally say. “..seeing you. I wanted to convince myself that you were a guy who just looked like him but it was you. Then the humidity got to me and I just started to spiral. And yeah… kinda wish I was drunk right now and could deal with this in the morning.”

Jake simply nodded as you talked.

“Can we not tell Jay or Celeste about this?” You ask before you go back into the bar.

“Celeste doesn’t know about me?” Jake asks, you could hear the sliver of hurt in his voice.

“I met her after you, so..”

“I see. Well, Jay’s going to be confused to why you ran off, do you have a story ready?”

“No..” you admit. “Wait, does Jay know?”

Jake takes off his hat to run his fingers through his hair before putting his hat back on. “He knows about a girl from America that I met while I was in college in Australia. He knows her as the girl that got away.”

Your mouth opens only for nothing to come out. Jake looks away from you, tucking his hands into his pockets. “He doesn’t know it’s you though.. look, I don’t want it to be this way but if you want to act like we never met before, I can try to pretend.”

“I don’t know.” is all you can manage to say.

Jake lets out an exhausted laugh, “well, I guess you can bail and catch a flight.”

“Hey, that’s not fair,” you protest. “Have you been holding that against me?”

“No, but I had to fill in the pieces myself because you only gave me your Australian phone number and I have no way of contacting you. Which I imagine is on purpose because you’re the type of person who makes calculated decisions. Which is why I was even more confused when you slept with me the last night you were there, only for you to disappear from my life the next day.”

Jake stops talking when he sees tears start to form in your eyes. He isn’t sure if he should comfort you but he wants to. The both of you stand there for a moment and he watches as you look up to the sky to prevent tears from falling. You manage to compose yourself enough by the time Jay and Celeste walk out of the bar.

“Y/N, what happened!?” Celeste asks concerned, she looks at Jake and furrows her brows, “What did you do!?”

Jake raises his hands pleading innocence.

“I spent some time in Australia about 4 years ago to help out my Uncle at his brewery,” you blurted out, mainly to Jay. “I was only there for about 2-3 months, then I went back home to Portland.”

“Okay?” Jay says in confusion. He tilts his head, makes eye contact with Jake, and then realizes. “Ohhhh..”

“What’s going on!?” Celeste asks again, looking between the 3 of you guys.

“I’m sorry, Celeste, can I call you tomorrow and we can plan another time to catch up,” you ask as you hug her good bye. She nods despite having a concerned look on her face.

You turn to Jay and give him a hug too, “I know I just met you, Jay, but you seem like someone I’d be cool with.”

You look at Jake and he asks, “can I get you a cab at least?”

“I’m actually taking the subway,” you say pointing in the direction you need to walk in.

Jake’s eyes widen, “We don’t have to take the same train, but could you tell me how to get to Hell’s Kitchen?”

You hesitate before saying, “I’m heading there too, I’ll show you.”

You start to walk and Jake looks at Jay before catching up with you.

note: This story had a mind of it’s own and I don’t know if I’m satisfied with how it ended lol. If you want more please let me know and I’ll happily continue!

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Such a Tease

non-idol!heeseung x f!reader; non-idol!ni-ki is a mutual friend

“Noona? Heeseung hyung twisted his ankle on the court and he’s refusing to go to the hospital.” Ni-ki informed you when you picked up his call.

You mouth ‘shit’ to yourself as you get up from the desk and out of the nurses station. “I’m about to get off work, can you manage to get some ice and keep his legs elevated?”

“If he even lets me,” he laughs.

“Tell him he better listen to you or else his personal nurse won’t be any kinder.”

With Ni-ki’s help you were able to drive home and support Heeseung up the stairs and onto the living room couch. You hardly spoke to Heeseung, mostly gathering information from Ni-ki instead. He left after grabbing some snacks from your kitchen, which you invited him to take, and insisted on walking home since he lived close by.

“Did you have to leave work early because of me?” Heeseung asks quietly.

“Hm? No.” You say as you wrap his ankle. “How does that feel?”

“Better now, thanks babe.” His doe eyes follow you after you nod in acknowledgment. You can feel his stare and even know that a pout is forming on his mouth.

Without looking at him you say, “do you need anything before I take a shower?”

“No..” he says, almost pathetically. You take a deep breath and walk over to your sad boyfriend with a sprained ankle.

“Sometimes I think you play recklessly on purpose, because you know that you can avoid a hospital visit and just have me check it. I’m not a doctor, you know.”

Heeseung shakes his head no, maintaining his pout.

You climb over his legs to sit on his lap. His eyes widen and he resists the urge to grab your hips. You look at him intently and place both your hands on his shoulders, you slowly move your hands down to his abs and lean forward til you’re face to face.

Heeseung closes his eyes anticipating a kiss but you whisper in his ear instead, “I’m going to take a shower now, too bad you have a sprained ankle or I would’ve insisted you join me.”

You get up and off him the same time he sighs and lets his head fall back in disbelief. You bite your lip and smile as you walk towards the bathroom.

Heeseung grabs his phone and texts Ni-ki: remind me to not get too cocky on the court again. Y/N is punishing me by being a tease :(

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You're Insane (I love it)

note: mdni; sexual content 18+

Jake and reader are an established couple attending an event at a club. Maybe it was the alcohol or your attraction to your man, but you get extremely horny and need to do something about it.

You freely dance to the music playing while your boyfriend endearingly watches you have a great time. The DJ transitions to a slower song and you find yourself lifting up your arms to wrap them around Jake's neck. He grabs your waist with one hand to hold you against his body and he holds his drink with the other. You gradually position yourself so your cunt is pressed against his thigh, keeping the rhythm of the music.

"Babe, are you horny right now?" Jake asks as he drags his hand down from your waist and places it on your ass. You look up at him with half-lidded eyes and a smile. He laughs and takes a sip of his drink. "You know we're in the middle of the dance floor, you gotta contain yourself."

"Mm, but you're already looking out for me, for us," your smile turns mischievous. "You just look so good in all black, with your shirt unbuttoned nice and low for me. And your slacks feel so good against my cunt."

Jake keeps his eyes up, scanning the room, but you can feel his grip on your ass tighten. "Let's get out of here then."

"No."

Jake stops moving and tries to look at your face clearly. "No?"

"I want to cum right now, I don't want to move from this spot," you run your fingers through the back of his head and pull him down to kiss him. His hand moves from your ass back to your waist to add pressure between you and his thigh. He can feel you smile as you continue to make out.

"You're insane." Jake whispers in your ear after you cum on his thigh.

"You love that about me, though." You reply, kissing his neck. Jake shakes his head while biting his lip. You laugh at his reaction because you know you're right. Jake takes control majority of the time when it comes to your sex life, he loves it and you do too. But sometimes you like to take control in a way that he doesn't need to do anything, you just need his cock and his attention.

Once you get back home, Jake makes himself another drink and sits down on the couch just like you asked him to. You look at him with lust as you slowly walk towards him and place your hands on his chest. You kiss him on the lips before dragging your hands down to his belt, unbuckling it and unbuttoning his pants. He lifts his hips to help you pull down his pants, taking his boxers down with it.

You look up at him and bite your lip before licking the length of his shaft. Jake mouths 'fuck' and let his eyes roll back as he looks up at the ceiling. Once you were content with the spit and saliva on his cock you stood up and let Jake pull your panties to the side as you positioned yourself over his cock.

Jake watched as you slowly lowered yourself until your were fully seated on his cock. Your eyes were closed and you moaned quietly. He loved watching you use his cock to satisfy yourself. He took both of your hands with his and intertwined your fingers. You used the stability to rock back and forth.

"Tell me when you're about to cum, okay, baby?" Jake softly asks.

You open your eyes and let out a laugh, "You always know when I'm about to cum, though."

"Yeah, that's true, but I want to hear it. I want to hear you say it while I watch you become undone on my cock."

"Fuck, keep talking like that," you plead as you quicken your pace. Jake doesn't disappoint and within a minute you're reaching your climax and your boyfriend savors this image of you.

You collapse on his chest and Jake wraps an arm around you while he uses his other hand to aimlessly trace lines and shapes on your back and arm.

Jake finishes his drink and stands up, lifting you up with him. He walks to the bathroom and sits you down on the counter. You whine when he leaves you to turn on the shower. He opens the medicine cabinet and takes out a make up wipe.

"You're insane," you tell him as he removes your makeup.

"Me?"

"Yeah," you laugh. "You're doing my skin care routine."

Jake smirks, "if that's the threshold for being insane, then I'll take it."

You gently grab his wrist to pause what he's doing and you look intently in his eyes. After a beat, "Thank you."

Jake smiles and he leans down to kiss you, "I love you, baby."

"Even though we're insane?" you ask with your eyes closed. You stopped swinging your legs to wraps them around Jake who was standing in between them.

He tilts his head and cups your face in his hands. "Yes. I love that about us, too."

Pleased with his answer, "Good, I love you."

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Your Wish is My Command

Jake x f!reader

note: mdni; sexual content 18+

“Hey there, 2 lagers and a whisky neat, please.”

You were occupied with replenishing the tequila shelf with last night’s shipment when your colleague and friend, Chris, asked you to bring him a new bottle of Jameson.

“Alright, mate. I got your 2 lagers and we’ll get your whisky neat in a sec.”

“Aussie?”

“Yeah bro, Sydney,” Chris replied.

“Brisbane. Jake, by the way,” he said bringing his hand to his chest.

“Whisky, neat.” You say has you place the drink in front of him. While your voice was friendly you didn’t bother to look up. You patted Chris’s shoulder which meant you were heading out for the night.

Jake’s eyes followed you as you left behind the bar with an empty box and disappeared into the back hallway.

“Don’t mind her, she’s going through another round of breakups with the same bloke,” Chris said returning Jake’s card. “Probably just needs to get laid.”

Jake let out a laugh to maintain the light mood. He managed to bring the 3 drinks back to his friends without spilling.

“Start without me, I’m gonna run to the bathroom,” Jake partially lies to his friends. Something about you piqued his interest and he wanted to see more of you.

You were tossing broken down boxes into the dumpster when you heard someone coming out of the building. Without interrupting the little groove you got going, you say, “you missed the turn to the bathroom, babe, unless you meant to come out the alley to take a piss.”

“Do you call everyone ‘babe’?” Jake asks.

Your body halts at the sound of his voice. You finally take a look at him and you hate how your eyes scan him from head to toe, embarrassed how you feel your pussy clench around nothing, and how you had to clear your voice before saying, “2 lagers, whisky neat, right?”

“Yeah, you got that just from my voice? I don’t recall you looking up at me.”

“It’s a bad day, a bad week even, don’t take it personal,” you manage to finish recycling the boxes and realize Jake’s still standing there. “Is the bathroom really occupied? Do you need to piss out here?”

“I honestly just came out here to see you. But I’m still hung up on how smoothly you said ‘babe’”

Seeing him a little flustered made you smirk as you walk right past him. You stop at the doorway to turn back to him and before you can talk yourself out of it you ask, “is there anyone you need to come home to tonight or anything?”

The answer to that question is your back bare on top of the desk in the back office, legs spread open and Jake’s cock making itself home inside your pussy.

“I could literally cum at the sight of you right now, so fucked out and sexy,” Jake confesses as he pushes your knees towards your chest and stands up straight, “that and how your pussy feels fucking tighter in this position.”

You grab hold of both his wrists while his hands hold your knees back. “Please don’t cum yet, your cock feels so good,” you whine.

Jake laughs, “why, baby? You think I won’t keep fucking you after I cum?”

Your eyes are shut and you let out a whimper. Jake stills his motions and you open your eyes to look at him. He brings your legs down so they hang off the table and he leans over to kiss you. “Is that what your ex did? He would just cum and wouldn’t give you what you wanted? Hm? What you deserved?”

Jake peppered kisses on your cheek and along your jaw as he slowly pulled out but aggressively pushed himself inside of you between questions.

“Tell me baby, is that what happened?”

“Mm, mhm” is all you managed to let out. You lick your lips and eventually look into his eyes.

Your hands, which were initially clawing his arms, made their way up to his shoulders and tangled in his hair. You pull his head down so you can whisper in his ear, “You fuck way better than him, baby, your cock fills me up so much I don’t want you to leave, I think my pussy might miss your cock when it’s empty in the morning.”

Jake’s grip at your waist tightened and it made you arch your back. “Fucking hell,” he says as he quickens his pace.

“Just like that. Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum,” you announce. Jake release one of his hands from your waist and rubs your clit. Your eyes widen and you make direct eye contact with Jake.

“C’mon, give it to me,” he repeats multiple times. His voice is out of breath and low, which throws you over the edge.

“Cum with me,” you plead, “cum inside me.”

Jake mouths ‘fuck’ before shaking his head in disbelief, “anything for you baby, anything you want.”

Jake comes down from the high sooner than you do and he continues to slowly fuck you while gently cupping your tits and stroking your curves. Your eyes are shut but he watches as you lick your lips and smile while biting your lip.

He doesn’t rush you. He lets you blindly find his hands, run your fingers up his arms, curve at his shoulders and down his chest until you pull him down from his waist.

You finally open your eyes and find his already looking at you. “Kiss me.”

Jake smiles, “your wish is my command.”

Mischief fills your eyes and you feel bold enough to say, “come home with me tonight, make so I don’t have to miss you in the morning.”

After you two cleaned up and got dressed, Jake pointed to his friends and you grabbed his hand before confidently walk up to them, “sorry boys, I’m stealing him from you tonight.” You wink at them and walk away before they object.

Spoiler alert: they 100% didn’t.

“Hey Chris, their tab’s on me!” You holler out. Chris laughs while shaking his head and gives Jake a salut as you leave the bar.

“She just needed to get laid,” Chris says under his breath.

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I Notice You

non-idol!sunghoon x f!reader

“I’m serious, Jay, give me your fucking keys.”

“Y/N, chill, I’m not going to drive drunk,” Jay replies as he pushes you off of him with one arm, his other hand clutching his keys.

Sunghoon watched you guys bicker for the last 5 minutes and decided that he’s had enough. While Jay was preoccupied with fighting you off, Sunghoon grabs Jay’s keys with ease and walks back into the house party.

You and Jay stand there dumbfounded watching him walk inside. Then you look at each other and immediately start cracking up.

“Y/N, for the record, you know I would never drive drunk.”

“That doesn’t help me from not worrying though.” Jay noticed the softness in your eyes and wrapped his arm around your shoulder guiding you both back into the house.

“You worry about us too much,” he laughs as he shakes his head.

“Thanks for getting Jay’s keys,” you say when you run into Sunghoon in the kitchen. Sunghoon nods in reply. “Can I hold onto them?”

Sunghoon scoffs, pointing to the cup you just poured alcohol in. “I already handed them to Ni-ki, he stopped drinking a hour ago and is playing basketball outside with Jake and Heeseung.”

You open your mouth only to say nothing.

“And there’s no way he’ll hand them to you when he knows you’re still drinking,” Sunghoon smirks before walking away. You lift your cup knowing there’s no one to cheers with, but to acknowledge that Sunghoon’s right.

“Who was in charge of marshmallows!?” Jake yells from the backyard. The word marshmallows catches your attention and you lower yourself into the couch. Sunoo let out a hearty laugh as he watches you hide from the others.

“Y/N, huh?” Jake yells back knowingly. Sunoo was still laughing but managed to nod.

“I’m sorryyy,” you pleaded. Sunghoon walks up to you a minute later and tilts his head towards the door. “What?” You furrowed your brows in confusion.

“You need to get the marshmallows you forgot.”

“I’m not walking to the store right now, it’s cold and—” You cut yourself off when Sunghoon flashed his keys in his hand before putting it back in his pocket. Sunoo’s eyes went back and forth between you two as he sat there quietly. You finally got up when Sunghoon tilted his head towards the door one more time.

“Is the temperature okay,” Sunghoon asks as soon as you reach the main road. You turn your head towards him and nod. Your body was facing away from him as you looked out the window. It was 11pm and there wasn’t much to see but it was comfortable for you.

Sunghoon noticed. He’s more aware than he’d like to admit when it comes to you. You’ve known Jay since you were 3 and you act like siblings, bickering and all. You met Jungwon, Heeseung, Jake, Sunghoon, Sunoo, and Ni-ki when you transferred to where Jay was attending university. Jay lived in the same dorm building as them and you all got along quickly. Aside from Jay, you’re the closest with Jake, frequently able to communicate without saying a single word. And there’s Sunoo, two peas in a pod, sometimes inseparable.

Sunghoon can’t tell if he’s jealous of how affectionate you are with Sunoo, or if he envies how in tuned you and Jake are. He can’t tell because he’s never felt an ounce of jealousy before meeting you.

“You missed the turn,” your voice snapped Sunghoon out his thoughts.

“Shit, sorry.” He makes a u-turn and within a minute you arrive at the store. “I can run in to get the stuff, you can stay here where it’s warm.”

“Mm gonna pass on that offer, I’ll take being cold versus alone in the woods.” You quickly unbuckle your seatbelt and get out. You didn’t notice Sunghoon grabbing something from his backseat until he handed you his sweatshirt.

“Oh! Thanks Sunghoon.” You smile as you put on his sweatshirt. Sunghoon’s face softens and he immediately walks away to find the marshmallows. He was gone by the time you pulled the sweatshirt over your head, so you decided to wander through the aisles.

You picked up drinks and snacks you either know or think the boys would like and by the time you met up with Sunghoon you were getting ready to pay. You were busy bagging your stuff when Sunghoon paid for it. Once you returned your attention to the cashier, she handed you the receipt and Sunghoon grabbed the bags. You were flustered but followed him back to the car.

“Why did you do that?” You asked before getting in the car.

“Hm?”

“You paid for my stuff, I didn’t need you to do that.”

“Oh. I’m sorry” he replied with a neutral face. You feel yourself balling your hand into fists. Sunghoon glances down to them, “I know you’re not going to punch anything so why are you making a fist.

You look at your hands and didn’t even realize you were frustrated. “You’re confusing,” you admit.

Sunghoon wasn’t expecting to have this conversation and he wasn’t comfortable having it right now. “Get in the car, Y/N, before Jake cries about the marshmallows.”

“Jake isn’t going to cry about them,” you raise your voice, “he’d prefer we have this conversation.”

Sunghoon finishes putting the bags in the car and closes the door by the time he processed what you said. “What do you mean?”

“You do things for me without me asking, you notice when I’m about to spiral, but you’re also distant at the same time and the way you talk sometimes is like you’re bossing me around.”

He stares at you, “Y/N. Let’s get back.”

“See!”

“Yes. I see.” Sunghoon says running his hand down his face. “I see when you’re about to cry out of frustration, or from joy, or from laughing too much because of a joke Heeseung made. I see when you and Jake make eye contact when someone says something unhinge. I see you and Ni-ki planning days to volunteer at the children’s center. I see all of that”

Your eyes widen and you feel the heat running up your neck. You fumble with his sweatshirt to take it off so you can relieve some of the heat. Sunghoon walks over to you and cups your face with his hands, you automatically close your eyes and lean into his cold hands and stop struggling. After a couple seconds you lean forward to rest your forehead on his chest, he moves his hands from your face and wraps his arms around you.

“I don’t know what to do with all that information,” you mumble into his shirt. Sunghoon laughs. “did you just laugh?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t know if I’ve ever made you laugh,” you say pulling away from him to look up at him.

“Congratulations, you’ve unlocked a new feature in this friendship.”

“Oh, he’s got jokes,” you tease. Sunghoon looks away but you notice him smile. He opens the passenger door and gestures you to get in. “I think I unlocked chivalry, too.”

“What else did you talk to Jake about?” Sunghoon’s curiousity got the best of him while he was driving.

You smile before confessing, “That I should do something about this crush I’ve had on you since last winter when you helped teach me how to ski while everyone else had fun.”

“I also had fun, did you not?”

“I did, don’t worry,” you assured him.

He reached over to hold your hand that was resting on your lap. “You worry a lot about the other guys, sometimes I think you don’t think about yourself much.”

You think about what he says while looking at yours and Sunghoon’s fingers intertwined.

He continued, “I’m glad you continued to tell me how you felt even though I tried to shut it down… I’m actually calm right now, I thought I’d get that butterfly feeling, but if anything everything feels lighter.”

You turn your body in your seat so that you can face him. You watch him the entire drive back.

Once you arrived at the house, he finally turns to look at you. “You know, this right now, I’ve never seen you look at someone like this. And now I feel foolish for being jealous of the other guys.”

“We can stay like this for as long as you want,” you whisper, “Jake can come out and get the marshmallows if he really wants them.”

Sunghoon lets out a laugh before leaning in close enough that his lips hover yours. You bring your hand up to the back of his neck and kiss him.

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Let Me In (live a little)

PART 2 (here’s: PART 1, working on PART 3)

enhypen!jake x f!reader; enhypen!sunghoon

November 12 // 3:30pm

“I’ll put your name plus 2 people on the guest list,” Jake said as you deplaned, the thought to add you crossed his mind around hour 3 of the flight. He wanted to see you again but also accepted that if you didn’t show up, he was happy to have met you. “No pressure though, seriously, just thought you can have tonight planned out so you don’t have to think much about it.”

“We’ll see,” you replied. “Have a great time in nyc, Jake. Take care!”

You took a seat at the gate while you waited for Danielle and Sarah. You stared off while you recounted the last 5ish hours on the plane.

“Who got you smiling like that!?” Sarah joked when they met up with you.

“What!?” you abruptly said when Sarah pulled you out of your daydream. “Nothing.”

“That’s not a nothing face,” Danielle followed up, “you wear your emotions on your face, boo, so spill.”

“Fine, I sat next to a really cute guy who’s also an amazing listener, his vibe made it easy to talk and I completely forgot about the potential anxiety attack I was about to have and yeah,” you rambled off in one breath. “He’s attending some events with his friends Sunghoon and Ni-ki and he said he’ll add us on the list for tonight and—”

“Shut. Up.”

You look up at Sarah who cut you off. Not sure why she interjected, you try to continue but she starts talking again, “Jake, sunghoon, and ni-ki?”

You nod, still confused. Sarah’s mouth is open and she’s just as confused as you are to why you’re not matching her energy. Danielle stands quietly next to Sarah as her eyes bounce back between her friends.

“Remember when I played “your eyes only” in the car a couple weeks and said you’d like the song because it gives Harry Styles vibes?” Sarah finally asked as she took a seat next to you. You nod slowly. “That’s by ENHYPEN.”

“Yeah I know about ENHYPEN,” you say with slight irritation in your voice. “You said Sunoo would be my bias and you sent me some videos.”

“And who’s my bias?” Sarah asked, eyes wide in anticipation for your answer.

“Ni-ki.”

“And who’s one of Jake’s friends?” Sarah said while nodding her head.

“Okay, it could be a coincidence,” you insisted. Sarah patted your shoulder. “It’s okay, Y/N, you don’t have to understand right away but you just sat next to a k-idol on the flight here.”

You stared at Sarah trying to register what she just said. Sarah had the potential to go from 0 to 100 about this but your dazed state mellowed her out.

“Let’s process this some more on the way to the hotel,” Danielle finally said while laughing and gesturing you all towards baggage claim and the exit.

“Come on, come on, let’s go!” Danielle nagged as you applied lip gloss in the bathroom. “It’s already 9:30pm and I wanna take the ferry to Brooklyn!”

“Nelle, let’s take it tomorrow, yeah?” You suggested when you notice Sarah roll her eyes. Danielle turns to you and exaggerates a pout. “I think it’ll be prettier at sunset.”

“Fine,” Danielle agrees, “you know how much I love a good sunset view.” Sarah mouths ‘thank you’ and you nod in reply. “How about some more shots though!”

“No!” You and Sarah say in unison. There’s a pause before all three of you erupt in laughter. You feel a vibration from your phone in your hand and see an instagram notification.

Sam Moore sent you a message

Danielle’s ex-boyfriend. Why is he messaging you on instagram? Your friend broke up with him nearly 4 months ago, it was a messy breakup that needed intervention so you were the one who stood your ground when Sam refused to leave Danielle’s apartment the day they ended things. There was an intense look in your eyes when you spoke to Sam that night, Danielle was standing close behind you crying. You didn’t hang out with them as a couple, you actually despised Sam given based on what Danielle would tell you about their relationship. But Danielle wanted to be with him and you respected that. On the day that they broke up, you didn’t hold back your disgust. Sam, knowing how you feel about him, didn’t argue when you raised your voice to tell him to leave a second time. You dropped off his stuff a week later because Danielle didn’t want to see him and that was the last time you seen/spoke to him.

Your thumb hovered over the notification. After a few seconds you deleted the notification, you could check the app later if you were still curious to read the message.

“You know what, I’ll take a shot,” you say. Danielle cheers while Sarah pours 3 shots of tequila.

“Whooo first night in NYC!” Sarah exclaims as the three of you toast.

same day // 10:15pm

“Good evening ladies, names please,” the bouncer greets you when you approach them.

“Y/N L/N” you reply. You hear a group of girls screaming and you look up and see a tall man exuding charisma and effortless cool. His visuals? Striking. Wearing an all black, sleek outfit. He walks towards the bouncer in front of you.

“Ah, yes, Ms. L/N, you and 2 guests,” the bouncer finally says while looking at the tablet. “Let me just see IDs— oh, Mr. Park, please come in.”

“No worries, you can help these ladies first,” he replies before turning his attention to you. You try to ignore Sarah’s jaw dropping to the floor as he asks, “so you’re the ‘y/n’ Jake was talking about? I’m Sunghoon.”

Somehow you managed to zone out the screams and flashes as you introduce yourself and your friends to Sunghoon, show your ID without dropping the contents of your bag, and enter the club.

Once inside Sunghoon politely excused himself and disappeared into a different hallway. The three of you entered the crowd and immediately started dancing to the music. All was well until you checked your phone.

Sam Moore sent you a message

Another one? You decide to slip away from the girls and find a less crowded spot before you opened his message.

Sam Moore (9:38pm): hey, this is random but I saw Sarah’s story of you three. How long are you guys in NYC for!?

Sam Moore (10:55pm): are you guys at avant- Gardner??

You lock your phone and look up at the ceiling hoping that a higher power would erase this man from your life, a man your best friend dated but didn’t think to block the same day Danielle did, a man who saw Sarah’s IG story (she should’ve blocked him too).

“Damsel in distress, how can I best help?” Sunghoon’s voice startles you and you open your eyes.

“Please don’t hold this situation against me,” you begin to say. Sunghoon raises his brows with interest and you continue to tell him about Danielle and Sam and how you’d prefer if you didn’t have to deal with him but he’ll likely keep bothering you.

“What’s his name? We can have him turned away at the door.”

“He’s inside already I’m guessing, he’s the one who asked if we were here,” your voice began to shake and your hands were fidgety. Sunghoon noticed but you didn’t notice him send a text on his phone before he placed both hands on your shoulder to gain your attention.

“Show me his picture and a picture of your friends,” he said matter of fact, “I’ll handle it.” You pulled up Sam’s profile to show him and he nodded, then you showed him a mirror pic the three of you took at the hotel before heading out and a candid pic of Danielle you took a long time ago. You were tipsy but you noticed Sunghoon’s face soften when you showed him the last pic. Before you can tease him about it you saw Jake jog towards you two.

“Hey, you came out!” Jake lit up when he saw you.

“She’s fidgety and looks like she’s about to scream at the wall, I’d feel better if you stayed with her while I sort some things out,” Sunghoon said nonchalantly before walking away.

“Does he always talk about people like that?” You asked, slightly insulted but more so grateful for the offer to help you out.

Jake laughs and opts to not answer that question, “are you feeling better? do you want to get some fresh air?”

“If I’m being honest, I don’t want to make any decisions right now but at the same time my friend’s ex is on the hunt for us, which sounds scarier than it seems but honestly it’s still freaking me out and I don’t know how I let Sunghoon into all of this but he is—” Jake stopped you when he cupped your face with his hands. He stared into your eyes and you unconsciously tried to match his breathing according to the rise and fall of his shoulder, which you saw in your peripheral.

“I trust Sunghoon with my life, so I trust he’ll handle the situation with your friend,” Jake moves his hands off your shoulders, down your arms, and holds your hands in his. “If anything this side quest is a nice change in our usual schedule.”

You laugh, a genuine one that releases a portion of your stress. “My friend looped me in on the whole idol gig, I feel like an idiot for not knowing.”

“No, please don’t feel like an idiot, I enjoyed the whole plane interaction. Usually I sit with other members but we stayed in LA a little longer so we changed our flights and took whatever seats were left.”

“Well you almost sat next to a lovely old lady,” you said, remembering switching seats. “I can’t believe that was this morning.”

“Yeah, but I’m glad you decided to come out. I almost asked Sunoo to track you down on social media,” he admitted.

“Really!? He’s my bias according to my friend,” you shared. Jake shut his eyes closed and teasingly grabbed his chest while taking a few steps back. He peeked one eye open and dropped the act when he saw you laughing.

“Sunoo’s an amazing person, he’ll be honored to know he’s your bias.”

“Is it okay if I check on my friend?” You ask hesitantly. Jake immediately nodded and led the way back into the crowd until you grabbed his arm, “wait, is it smart for you to just waltz in? the screams for sunghoon were loud outside and holy shit sunghoon went into the crowd—” You stopped yourself when you noticed Jake silently standing in front of you smiling at you in an endearing way. “What?”

“You care about other people so much,” Jake replied. “Let other people take care of you.. of this situation. Can you do that for me?” You nod in reply.

“But you’re right, we probably shouldn’t go out there together,” he says and you nod in agreement. You start to walk away when he grabs your arm. “I’m going to text sunghoon and see what’s up, please stay with me, I don’t want you to spiral out there where I can’t reach you.”

You let his words sink in for a second and then you find yourself looking up at the ceiling again. “What’s up there?” Jake asks looking up too.

“My sanity,” you say half defeated, half joking. “I’m also trying not to cry.” Jake’s eyes quickly drop from the ceiling to you and you engulfs you in his arms.

“I got you.” he whispered has he held you in his arms. He didn’t promise that everything was going to be okay because you don’t know if everything will be okay. He didn’t tell you not to cry because we’re allowed to cry when we’re overwhelmed. He didn’t pat your back to comfort you, and you appreciated that because the patting only overstimulates you more. He simply embraced you and assured you that he’s got you.

He doesn’t realize it but he did it perfectly. And that overwhelmed you so much you started crying for a different reason.

[big-ooof]

You’re Cute

non-idol!jake x f!reader; non-idol!jungwon mutual friend

It was 1:30am. You’re usually in bed asleep but Jungwon convinced you to go to his fraternity’s block party. You must’ve checked your phone for the time too many times because a voice startled you.

“Expecting a text from a booty call?” The voice belonged to a guy you saw around campus but never had an interaction with.

“What? No?” You say too quickly, sounding defensive. You catch yourself and laugh (more so to yourself), then you take a deep breath before clarifying, “I was just checking the time.”

“Hm, the party must not be to your liking then,” he jokes. You smile then return your eyes to your phone. “I’m Jake, by the way.”

“I’m y/n, nice to meet you” you smile. After a few seconds you invite him to sit down with you on the grass.

“You’re Jungwon’s friend right?” Jake asks cautiously. You turn to him the same time he turns his head the other direction. When you don’t reply right away he turns his head back to you and says, “yeah, he told me that you don’t like small talk.”

You laughed at that fact and Jake’s shoulders loosened up a little. “Yes, to both.”

“Do you want to grab a drink from the cooler?” He offered. You shook your head, “I drove here so I’ve just been chilling after the drink I had when I got here.”

“Tsk, I should’ve approached you earlier then,” Jake said as he ran his fingers through his hair.

“But then you wouldn’t have had the opportunity to ask if I waiting for a booty call text,” you joked.

“Yeah, that wouldn’t have mattered though because I would’ve made it my mission to not have you think about a booty call.”

You smirked at Jake, who wore a pleased yet innocent smile on his face. “You’re bold.”

“I’m an idiot, really” he shook his head. Your smirk fell and you tilted your head in confusion.

“What do you mean?”

Jake laughed, “some people would be like ‘no, Jake, you’re not an idiot’”

“You called yourself an idiot and I want to know why you think that, then if it’s warranted I’ll say that,” you said as you turned your body towards him and placed both hands on your lap in anticipation for his reply.

“You’re cute,” Jake says shaking his head, smiling. When he didn’t answer your questions, you tapped your hands on you lap as you playfully got in his face. He continued, “You’re cute and I’m an idiot for not telling you that when I saw you at the spring rally at the football field a couple months ago. And now that you’re going back to America for the summer I feel like a bigger idiot.”

Your body stills at his confession. “I’m not going home this summer, jungwon didn’t tell you?”

“No, he actually told me that talking to you would’ve been a bad idea and you’d laugh in my face.” Jake admitted.

“He told you that and you still approached me?”

“I don’t really listen to his advice, wait— you didn’t laugh in my face.”

Your face softens and you ask him, “are you hungry? There’s a new 24 hour cafe I wanted to check out but it’s always crowded during the day… unless you—”

“I’ll join you,” he cuts you off as he stands up and extends his hand to help you up.

“Cute” you say under your breath as you accept his hand. He doesn’t let go once you stand up.

“What’s that?” He asks. You look up and tilt your head with a smile, “hm? I said you’re cute.”

Jake turns away to hide his smile and you resist the urge to tease him. Before you start walking towards your car Jake intertwines his fingers with yours and you finally say, “If you’re going to be this charming, you better back it up with real moves.”

“Ohh, I love the challenging tone in your voice,” Jake says confidently as he swings his arm, making you involuntary do the same.

You unlock your car using your key fob and when you free your hand from his you’re startled when he grabs your waist and pulls you in. “I hope you know that while I try to impress you, I’m not doing it as a challenge.”

You look up at him silently and see the genuine look in his eyes. You bring your arms up and wrap them around his neck, he takes that as his cue to lean in to kiss you. The kiss was quick but you two stood there with your lips barely touching a bit longer. “How’s that for big moves?” Jake jokes.

You playful hit his shoulder, “get in the car, idiot, jungwon really didn’t give you any intel huh? I’m not easily impressed Jake.” You pull out your phone to text jungwon that you were leaving and despite him usually crashing at the frat house you’re always available to give him a ride home if he needed it.

“So, I’m an idiot,” Jake sulks once you were in your car.

“No, but if it gets you to look cute like that I might say it more often,” you tease. Jake smiles in acceptance as he leans over to kiss you one more time before you start your car and drive off.

[big-ooof]

Let Me In (live a little)

PART 1 (PART 2 is up, currently working on PART 3)

enhypen!jake x f!reader

Basically… you and your friends are on your way to new york city to celebrate your 24th birthday. Being the loyal person you are in every aspect of your life, you fly frequently on this airline and the morning of the trip you got upgraded to first class. Your neighbor on this flight is a guy named Jake. Conversation came easy, silence was comfortable, and you smiled as you de-planed and waited for your friends to come out.

November 11 // 9:30pm

“I’m surprised you’ve gone the whole day without saying that your mom wanted you to be born on 11/11,” Danielle had a genuine surprised tone in her voice when she said it.

“Probably because she’s said it for the last 6 years and you being the observant friend that you are would point it out,” Sarah chimed in.

It’s true, you say random tidbits or facts here and there, not only pertaining to your birthday. You were born November 13. 13 is your favorite number and was even your jersey number when you played soccer in college. Your mom was the superstitious type so she’s a bit weary about you loving the number 13, especially after hoping you’d be born on 11/11, the set of numbers attracting a more favorable energy. Despite the negative things said about the number 13, you were a good person, followed the rules and loved planning and creating schedules.

Danielle got up from your bed and walked over to your desk where you were hunched over typing away on your laptop. “Y/N, do you really think we need all 5 days planned?”

“Nelle, do you even know me if you need to ask that,” you said with the type of sass that makes your friends smile and shake their heads.

“Okay, let me re-frame it,” she dramatically paces with one hand on her hip and the other tapping her chin. She stops to lean closer to your face and says, “3 hot baddies are going to new york to celebrate a particular baddie’s birthday, let’s leave some room for spontaneity.”

You let out a deep sigh and surprised yourself when you smiled at your friend. Danielle’s eyes widen and takes a step back. “Is that a genuine smile? You didn’t combust when I essentially dissed your livelihood.” You laughed because she’s not far off from the truth. I live for schedules and even considered being an executive assistant, event planner, or producer even, but you couldn’t find it in you to switch and disappoint your parents.

“Okay, aside from a few dinner reservations, everything else is flexible — actually, fuck it, everything is flexible,” you say boldly before quickly following with, “we just need to remember to cancel any reservations in advance because I don’t have the extra cash to pay a cancellation fee.” The three of you laugh and let the excitement sink in. You all decided to stay at your place tonight since you lived the closest to the airport. With a 7am flight, you wanted to eliminate any issues.

“I have a feeling this trip will be good for you Y/N,” Sarah says next to you on the bed, your hear the sleepiness in her voice. “I mean it’ll be a good trip for everyone but I feel like.. for you especially.. if you let it”

“Sarah go to sleep,” Danielle begs from the air mattress. “I know I make fun of Y/N for being such a type A person, but we need her to rest because she’s leading the way for tomorrow’s travel day” You all let out a laugh before humming in agreement.

November 12 // 6:15am

At the gate you hear your name on the speakers, you walk over to talk to the agent who needed to raise his voice a little bit to snap you out of your daze, “Miss L/N, do you want me to print you a new boarding pass with your new seat assignment?”

“Yes, yes, sorry, it takes me a while to fully wake up,” The gate agent smiles at your response and hands you your boarding pass. 13A, first class.

When you go back to your friends you simply show them your boarding pass and Sarah says, “see, told you I had a good feeling about this trip”

“Sure, I’ve also flown a fuck ton on this airlines going to different clinics and hospitals this past year, I knew this would be a perk.”

“Shh, babe,” Danielle whispers, “just accept the good vibes.” You smile at her, and you let the words sink in. You’ve already allowed yourself to smile at your friend’s attempts of letting go and letting the universe guide you.

You look at your boarding pass again as you line up for group one and realize it didn’t sink in that your in row 13. You feel silly for smiling so much in the past 12 hours but only because you spent your whole life appeasing your parents, professors, coaches, etc. But your smile fades when the anxiety takes over body. “Oh shit,” an internal dialogue spews in your head, “I don’t want to have an anxiety attack on the plane. I don’t cope well with change. No. I can do this.” Someone brushes past you, snapping you out of your thoughts. The line started moving and there’s a gap between where you’re standing and the agent. You apologize to the people behind you and move along. “Enjoy your flight, Y/N,” the agent says with a warm smile. You surprise yourself by smiling despite feeling like you were about to spiral moments ago.

As you were approaching your seat an older woman stopped you, “Excuse me, dear, I have a favor to ask,” you took your bag off your shoulder and nodded, “I’m in 15A and my husband is sitting here in 13B, I was wondering if—”

“If I could switch seats with you?” You cut her off but maintained a polite tone. “I can do that, would you like me to let the flight attendant know?”

“You’re an angel, I wanted to plan an amazing trip for my husband’s 70th birthday but I must’ve looked at the seat map all crazy when I chose our seats,” she explained. You asked her, “when’s his birthday? Mine is tomorrow.”

“It was actually the 11th!” The gentleman spoke, glancing up at you from his seat, “I didn’t know about this until she told me at dinner last night. Crazy, I tell you, but I’m surprisingly taking it well, this woman knows me better than I know myself, so I trust that we’ll have an amazing time.” The woman thanks you again and you shuffle 2 rows over.

15B was still empty by the time the last group boarded and for a moment you thought you’d get to live out your introvert dreams of being in first class and have no one sitting next you. That moment ended when 3 more people boarded the plane, all wearing either baseball caps or their hood. One of them sat down next to you and quietly situated themselves.

“Miss L/N, I don’t want to impose if you’re not a fan of attention on your birthday,” the flight attendant began to say, “but we have quite a few of November birthdays on this flight and we wanted to give a little announcement.”

“Oh, when’s your birthday?” the guys next to you excitedly asked. “It’s tomorrow,” you replied. “Oh, what? Mine’s on the 15th.”

“I was just about to ask you as well, Mr. Sim,” the flight attendant said. “Oh, no, please. I’d prefer not. But Miss L/N should,” he said turning to you and tilting his head with a smile.

“You know what, sure, I’m sure my friends would love that for me,” she reply. The flight attendant nods and walks towards the front of the plane. You hear the announcement start as they greet the birthday celebrants, including the gentleman in 13B, your name was last and you could hear Danielle and Sarah clapping and whistling. You sink in a little lower in your seat. “I’m assuming those are the friends who would love the announcement?” Mr. Sim asks.

You purse your lips together and nod slowly. “You know, if they could offer me some cake or ice cream in addition to the unintentional embarrassment that would be amazing.” He let out a laugh, “if they don’t, I’ll get you a cake or something, as long as you feel compensated.”

You glance up at him and he caught you staring a little too long before you could stop yourself. He smiles, hopefully finding it endearing versus creepy, “I’m Jake, by the way,” bringing a hand to his chest.

“Y/N,” you respond. “And thanks for the offer but I think I’ll be fine. I don’t want other’s to feel like they need to do anything for me.” Jake quietly nods while pouting. He glances to the floor before reaching for his phone in his pocket.

You stay still for a moment, feeling the heat creep up your neck. Is this because we’re about to take off? Or because you find the guy sitting next to you attractive? Either way, you unconsciously grip the fabric of your pants at your knee and bunch it in your hand. Jake discreetly glances over to your hand and then your face. You snapped out of it before he could do or say anything. You allow yourself to settle into your seat and focus on breathing as the lights in the cabin begin to dim.

You close your eyes for a bit as you accept all the unexpected things that have happens. You were open to spontaneity during this trip but not to the anxiety you used to suppress so well your entire life. You can’t believe you have to fight a potential anxiety on this plane with your friends in another section of this plane.

You open your eyes 2 hours later and cautiously sit up. “Hey,” Jake said quietly, “the flight attendant and I weren’t sure if we should wake you up for meal service, but I offered to hold onto this cookie for you in case you woke up before they come back around.”

“Thanks,” you reply taking the cookie, “I didn’t even realize I knocked out.”

“Do you have a fear of flying?”

“Me? No, I’ve flown many times.” You struggle with the wrapper a bit before freeing the cookie. “But to be fair, I have lots of other fears.”

Jake watches as you go between taking a few bites of your cookie and looking out the window. He leans his head on his hand. You notice him looking at you and furrow your brows.

“Are you waiting for me to elaborate on my fears?” you ask with partial disbelief, the other part of you willing to share them with a complete stranger. He only smiles in reply. His smile unlocks something in you and you carefully open up to this guy you just met.

It was only when the pilot announced the plane’s decent into La Guardia airport that you asked Jake what his plans were in New York. “I’m here with my friends, Sunghoon and Ni-ki, we have some events to attend and then we have some free time, but I honestly don’t know what we’re doing, I just do what they tell me.”

“My first thought is: I could never. But that actually sounds nice, not all the time, but once in a while I’d like to have someone navigate my day and I could think about other things.”

Jake smiles at you, “that’s progress coming from the girl who had a full schedule 24 hours ago and let go of it piece by piece thanks to your friends.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” you playfully say.

Once the plane landed and it began to taxi to the gate, Jake turned to you, “I noticed you kinda zoning out and clenching your pants before we took off. I didn’t want to bring it up during the flight in case it made you uncomfortable. Basically, I’m glad you were okay.”

“I appreciate that, I think I hide my emotions well though,” you said with a half smile. Jake creased his brows and shook his head, “it’s okay not to be okay, y/n, I know I’m just a stranger but I hope you don’t hide your emotions from your friends.”

He has no idea that talking to a complete stranger was the most vulnerable thing you’ve done in a long time. Your role as a daughter of immigrants, high honor student, your job in the medical field, being the dependable friend, among other things has become your identity and you’re afraid to stray away from that.

This interaction with Jake lit something up within you and you subconsciously plant an idea in your head: you’re allowed to change, you owe it to yourself to live life on your own accord and no one else’s.