#jake ff

[isoobie]

boyfriend ✴︎ (sjy)

fake boyfriend texts with him. gen fluff & crack

© isoobie made this at one am with nothing in my head

[boyfhee]

JAKE BF HEADCANONS

g fluff w kissing if that counts, very slightly suggestive fem reader wc 1.2k note calling my jaketuals requested

rewind to when you guys are just friends, he still has your standards raised to the heaven

your friends ask why you don't have a crush and you're like, i have sim jaeyun, and it has it's own pros and cons because half of the time, people assume you two are dating

the other half, it's you wishing you two were dating

basically, he's prefect!!!! always texts you good morning and good night, reminds you to drink water and take care of yourself. if you're sick or unwell, he's at your door with your favourite snacks before you even know it

AND IT ONLY GETS WORSE WHEN YOU TWO START DATING!!!!! the clingiest boyfriend ever, and he's so sweet, always greets you with kisses and hugs

he PANICS when you get sick like nurse more : on

you have to force him to stop kissing you because you don't want him to get sick as well and he gets so pouty ?? he's sulking at you from a distance

still ends up kissing you and says you two are meant to be when you both get sick together with the most lovesick smile ( insert a sneeze )

BACK HUGS, he always sneaks up and wraps his arms around you from behind, planting kisses on your cheeks, all the way down to your neck

melts when you giggle as he does that :‹ your voice is music to his ears and you laughter is soty ( his words, not mine ) does silly things to make you laugh especially when you're feeling down because if you're sad then he's sad :(

you guys will have to cuddle at least twice a day it's an unwritten rule. he says every second not spent with you poses harm to his health

but in reality, he just likes having you close to him, nuzzling his face in your neck and shoulders, brushing his lips against your skin while his hands are caressing your waist

whispers compliments to you when you both cuddle :›

“you're the prettiest girl i've ever seen,” “i'm so lucky to have to, angel” “god, you're so perfect, i want to kiss you all over”

he's so crazy about you. . .like even jay knows how you like your drinks and your go to order at your favourite cafe :/ basically jake talks about you 24/7 to his members like a madman

LITERALLY SULKS WHEN HE MISSES YOU!!!! like catch him lying lazily on the couch with a frown, looking at his phone screen because he didn't get to talk to your before the stage

but when you face time him, he literally goes :D like the brightest smile ever on his face ㅠㅠ you're his good luck charm!!!!

when you visit their practice, he sneaks out with you to hangout but everyone knows you two are probably making out in a corner or something

hands on your thighs whenever you're sitting next to him, especially when he's driving

you end up on his lap and god, he loves to kiss your neck when you're on his lap

talking about kisses and making out. . .he gets so flustered when his lips get stained by your lipstick

LIKE CATCH HIM BLUSHING??? but also he teases you and tries to play it cool

“aw, look at you jake, you’re blushing,” “so what, huh? you were even redder when i was kissing you,” “pretty sure i can get those reactions out of you again, angel,”

sharing earphones with jake is a love language and you both just smile at each other with your hands intertwined together listening to your shared playlist

one would think he likes searching up new songs out of his profession but actually, it's because he wants to find songs that you would like, would try out new genres especially the one that fit your taste and gets so smiley when you tell him that you liked one of the songs he recommended

like you actually like the song he recommended??? you're adding it to your fav songs playlist??? he's getting on his knees and proposing

sometimes, he even sends you the samples of the group's upcoming songs knowing he's legally not allowed to do so

KISS SELFIES omfg jake has crazy mirror selfies but the kiss selfies especially the mirror ones are the craziest

hates to be away from you so when he's on trip, catching him text you all day

“the sky reminds me of you today,” [ attachment : one image of the sky with silly doodles ] “i miss you, my love,” “next time, you’re coming on the tour with us,”

gets kinda insane. . .like the withdrawal symptoms are getting to him

once again, his members are tired of him talking about you

like sunoo is asking which cap he should get and jake is looking at him with the :o face, holding to bucket hats asking which one would look better on you

their opinion doesn't matter because gets both of them, he just likes buying gifts for you, no matter how big or small they are

you may or may not know this but jake takes so many candid pictures of you, and most of them are when you're snuggling into him while sleeping, or busy cooking something or when you're watching your favourite tv so ever so attentively

has a quarter life crisis every three to five business while picking which pic of yours should go as his wallpaper next because you look gorgeous in all of them

calls you layla's mom and of course he's layla's dad so you both are married and parents, or so he says

jake has his whole life planned with you like that man is more delusional than you think, but it's also because he sees you at every single point in his future, he's more than sure about the two of you

ALSO he wakes you up in the cutest way

like forehead and cheek kisses while he pulls you closer, whispering the sweetest good morning to you ( you are NOT waking up lmfao )

knows cuddling you while trying to wake up is going to make you sleep more but he can't help it, you look too cute for him to not cuddle with you early in the morning

helps you make breakfast, it's like a tradition to cook together, and then he feeds you as an excuse for you to taste his dishes

when he's feeling a little flirty he will cage you between his arms, against the counter and will lean in really close— but he doesn't kiss you. you can feel his warm breath on your lips and you can feel his lips brush ever so softly against yours but he does not kiss you

and when he does, the breakfast is long forgotten— because you're sitting on the counter with him standing between your legs and his hands on your waist, he's kissing you like you're going to disappear the next minute, savouring every single feeling

basically, kisses with jake start as fluttering giggles and soft traces of his lips against yours but they leave you breathless in just a few minutes

sends you random videos and memes, also when you two are watching the same dramas, he texts you his live reactions

“omfg i need them to get together” “they’re so cute . me and who,” “THYE KISSED OHMYGODSDSKJFH IM CROYGIN OTP FR” “now i want to kiss you too im coming over,”

IM TELLING YOU aquarium dates are his favourites

gets so giddy looking at the fishes, but he's mostly staring at you and enjoying your reactions

buys promise rings on your first anniversary and loves staring at your ring when you two are holding hands

also kisses your hands especially above your ring, he just can't believe he gets to call you his

listens to you so attentively and tucks your hair behind your ear because it's distracting, and goes '???' when you get flustered and pause all of a sudden

you have his all his pcs and enhypen's signed albums because gf privileges with jake are real

one time, you were lucky enough to get a fan call with him and boy spend the whole time professing his love to you

overall an outstanding bf, highly recommended

[rsmura]

instagram stories ୨୧ sim jaeyun

( bookshelf ) genre fluff, smau pairing jake x gn reader word count none warnings none

members: jungwon | heeseung | jay | jake | sunghoon | sunoo | riki

a/n none.

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© rsmura

[squoxle]

⛓️Laced with Love ~ Jake ff (18+)

⛓️pairing: Jake!bf x Reader!gf | ⛓️wc: 11.2k | ⛓️summary: You unexpectedly fall for Jake. The sweetest boy you've ever known, or so you thought |⛓️cw: 🔞MDNI!! heavy petting, oral sex f. & m. giving/receiving, unprotected sex, mentions of abuse, swearing, profanity (req by: anon) 𝑆𝑚𝑢𝑡 𝑆𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝐻𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑤／𝐹𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝐸𝑚𝑜𝑗𝑖❤️‍🔥

a.n: link to part 2

"Excuse me, ma'am. This is NOT what I ordered. I want a refund."

Here goes another Karen, complaining about an order they definitely made and just changed their mind after a sip. "Yes, you did Miss. If you have the receipt it should tell you right there," you replied trying to keep your cool. After all, this wasn't the first time someone like her tried to pull a stunt like this.

"I don't keep receipts, but I'm telling you that I most certainly did not order this. So you can either give me what I paid for or refund me my money." God her voice was so fucking annoying and you know she's lying, but you can't risk getting in trouble at work over some entitled middle-aged soccer mom.

"That's alright ma'am. We keep a merchant copy of receipts for situations like this," you proceeded to pull out a thin slip of paper showing the details of her order. "See ma'am. It's on the receipt, right here. A venti skinny matcha latte with almond milk," you pointed to the only item on the receipt.

"No, this can't be right. I asked for a light Caramel Frappuccino with oat milk." "Well that's not on the receipt and you've already finished most of the drink so I honestly don't understand how it took you so long to realize this wasn't your order before you decided to come up here." "You know what? I don't have to explain myself to you. I am not going to stand here and take this disrespect from some Gen Z brat. I'd like to speak to your manager. Where's your manager?" The woman proceeded to shout for the manager until he eventually came back from his smoke break.

Mr. Lee, but you usually called him by his first name. Well, only when you weren't at work. He was pretty cute, but also fairly young to be the manager. However, you couldn't deny the fact that he was the best manager you've ever met. You don't know if it was his big, brown, doe eyes or his perfect smile that seemed to make everything okay.

"What's going on in here?" "Are you the manager?" she panted frantically. "Yes ma'am I am. How can I help you?" "Oh thank god. This young lady is being very disrespectful. I came up here to inform her that my order was incorrect and that I'd like a refund. But she won't do it and I don't know why."

"Probably because you drank more than half of the damn thing before coming up here with that story," you butted in.

"Hold on kid. I got this," he said before walking behind the counter. "I'm sorry ma'am, but I can't refund your money for a drink that you claim to be the wrong order even though you sat there and drank it knowing that it wasn't right--" "I'm allergic to nuts!! Are you trying to kill me? Ahhh!!" "Ma'am you need to calm down. If you were truly allergic you would be having a reaction right now--" "I AM!! I feel like my skin is on fire!! I'M BURNING!!" she screamed before falling to the ground.

This woman was being absolutely ridiculous. Now she was faking an allergic reaction.

"Well then someone should call 911 and have you taken care of, right?" "No!! I'm afraid of hospitals are you insane?!" she shouted. "Ma'am it's obvious that you're faking so can you please get up and leave before I have you escorted by the police?" But she didn't get up, instead, she kept on screaming and hitting the floor. It wasn't long before one of the customers got up from their chair and proceeded to drag her out of the store. "Don't fucking touch me! Help! Somebody help me! This man is trying to assault me!"

"I hate dealing with people like that," you said rubbing your forehead. "Yea, I hate em' too. But look at it this way, that was the last customer for your shift," he smiled patting you on the shoulder. "Yea, I guess you're right," you sighed untying your apron and placing it on the hook.

Instead of taking an Uber home, you decided to walk. You didn't live very far away and you kinda wanted to take this time to clear your mind. Balancing school and work was challenging on its own, you didn't need energy vampires like Karen to stress you out.

You were walking through the city park as a dog ran up to you. "Woah! Down boy...or girl!" the dog tackled you to the ground and licked the left side of your face. "Ugh!"

PHWEEET!!

The ear-piercing whistle caught the attention of the dog hovering over your body.

"Here boy! Come on! Tsk Tsk." the dog bounced over to a dark-haired boy waving a frisbee over his head. "Go get it!" He shouted, flinging the plastic disk far away. You watched as the dog ran after the frisbee.

"Are you okay?" The boy asked, extending a hand towards you. You didn't even notice he was standing that close to you. "Oh, umm...yea. I'm good. Thanks," you replied as he pulled you up to your feet.

"I'm Jake," he smiled. "I'm Y/N," you replied. "Nice to meet you Y/N. Oh and sorry about Jasper," he chuckled. "Is that your dog?" "No, it's that kid's," he said pointing to the little boy that ran behind the dog you now knew as Jasper. "He's actually really sweet. And he likes meeting new people," Jake turned to look at the dog lying on his back while the little boy scratched his belly.

You took the chance to look at Jake. He was really cute and seemed like a nice guy. If you weren't covered in dog droll and walking home from work you'd probably stick around to get to know him a little more. But you were tired, so you decided to just go home.

"Hey, do you wanna go meet him? Well...meet him again?" Jake smiled awkwardly. "Oh, umm I--sure."

*Okay, never mind. I guess sleep can come later* you thought to yourself as you followed behind Jake.

"Bye. See you guys tomorrow," the boy waved as he walked over to his parent's minivan with Jasper. After about an hour--that felt like 10 minutes--passed, you were left alone with Jake. You actually had a lot of fun playing around with Jasper and Colin--that was the name of the little kid who owned the dog.

"You're really good with dogs and kids. Do you have any siblings?" "No, I'm an only child. But I've always managed to surround myself with enough people that it feels like I have one really big family," Jake went on to tell you about a few stories from his childhood. You loved how it was so easy to talk to him. On top of that, he was naturally funny which made him even more attractive.

"Ooh, I just got the biggest craving for ice cream. Do you want some?" "Yea sure," you giggled as you saw the expression on his face. "Awesome. There's a place close by. It's really good." You followed Jake to the small sweet shop around the corner. "There're only a few flavors and some basic toppings. They sell cake too," he beamed as he opened the door for you.

"Hi, Jake!" a girl smiled from behind the counter. "Do you want the same thing as usual?" she asked. "Yes please, thank you," he smiled. "Ok ok, and what would you like ma'am?" you read her name tag: Xoey. "Umm, I'll just take the same thing he got," you smiled awkwardly.

"Are you sure?" "Sorry, this is her first time coming here. Can you get her a menu?" "A menu? No way. She can have this," Xoey said picking up a mini spoon. "This is a newbie scoopy. It's for newcomers who don't know what they want. We have three basic types of ice cream: Strawberry Swirl, Chocolate Fudge, and Simply Vanilla. The toppings are pretty basic too: strawberry, chocolate, and caramel syrups. But--the special part is what you add in. That's how you make your own flavor. We have an array of mix-ins to choose from," Xoey then handed you three mini spoons with each ice cream flavor on it. You tasted them all. Creamy and delicious. "Oh, and we also have a recipe book of possible flavor combinations," Xoey added as she flipped out a colorful book, plastered to a rotating stand.

"Here ya go Jakey," Xoey smiled, handing Jake his ice cream. He watched as you created your ice cream concoction. "Hey, Xo. Just so you know I'm paying for her okay." "Save your money. The first cup is on the house Jakey," she smiled as she handed you your creation. "Enjoy," she smiled. "Thank you," you smiled back.

"Do you like it?" he asked. "I haven't even tried it yet," Jake picked up the spoon and put it in your mouth. "Mmn!" " So, how's it taste?" "Good," you mumbled with a mouthful of ice cream.

Jake giggled a bit after you said that. "What?" you mumbled again, tossing the cold cream around in your mouth, careful to cover your mouth with your hand. "You're just cute that's all," you couldn't help but get that warm feeling in your face at his words.

After finishing your ice cream, the two of you exchanged numbers. "Maybe we can hang out again sometime," Jake smiled as he tucked his phone in his pocket. "Yea, I'd like that," you smiled back. "Hmm. It's getting dark outside and I don't mind walking you home. Just to make sure you get there safely." "Thanks, Jake, I really appreciate it, but that won't be necessary." "Hmm, well I'll send you some money for a car." "You don't have to--" You felt your phone buzz in your back pocket. Jake had sent you $30 on CashApp.

"What the--" "I'll wait with you until it arrives." "You're really not gonna let me go home alone are you?" "Nope. So we're either gonna stand here until the sun comes up or you're gonna call an Uber." "It's just that I don't live far enough from here. An Uber would be useless." "Okay fine, then call me and stay on the phone until you get home alright. Does that work for you?" "Yea, that works," you chuckled.

As you agreed, you stayed on the phone with Jake until you made it home. "Alright, I'm home now." "Great. Well, I guess this is goodbye." "Hmm...yea." "Goodnight, Y/N." "Goodnight, Jake," you smiled before ending the call.

This was not the way you expected your evening to end, but you definitely weren't mad about it.

Weeks went by as you and Jake grew closer together. He loved you and he loved showing you in a number of ways. He really was the sweetest boy you ever met and you were excited to see him every time you'd see each other.

Today, you and Jake were just hanging out at the mall. "Hey, I wanna introduce you to my best friends, Sunghoon and Jay. They're really awesome and I think you'll like them too." "Okay. When do you want me to meet them?" "Today...if that's okay with you," Jake said shyly. "Yea sure that's fine," you smiled.

"Oh oh come on. Let's make a wish at the fountain," Jake laughed as he grabbed your hand dragging you to the mall's giant water fountain. "Okay okay! Jake! Slow down," you giggled behind him. "Alright, you go first," he smiled, handing you a coin. "Hmm, okay. I wish that Jake's friends would like me and I would like them too," You closed your eyes and tossed the coin in the water, opening your eyes after hearing the splash. You turned to see Jake holding the coin to his chest with his eyes closed. You watched as his lips softly mouthed some words before tossing the coin in.

"What'd you wish for?" "Ah ah ah. I can't tell you or else it won't come true." "No fair! I told you what I wished for," you playfully pushed him. "Fine, if you tag me I'll tell you." "Promise?" "Promise," he said before tapping you on the shoulder and running off.

You chased behind him before stopping to catch your breath. "Jake?" you called out, scanning the vast area. "Dammit," you cursed under your breath. "Boo!" Jake shouted from behind you, wrapping you tightly in his arms. "Ahh! Wait...I'm supposed to catch you remember?" "Oops," Jake said. "Tag! I win!" you smiled as you reached to tap Jake's hand with your fingers. "Hehe. Yup, you win. I guess I gotta tell you my wish now huh?" "Yup," you grinned.

"I wished for you to be my girlfriend," Jake said softly still holding you in his arms. You looked up to meet his eyes. "Are you being serious right now?" "Yea, I am. I've liked you for a long time now. I love how I can be myself around you. And I love you," you turned to face Jake who was now blushing a little.

You'd had feelings for Jake for a while now too, but you didn't want to say anything and mess up the little friendship the two of you had. But now, here he was, standing in front of you, confessing his feelings.

"It's okay if you don't like me back. It was just a silly wi--" You cut Jake off by kissing him on the cheek. His eyes widened and he gave you a puppy look before smiling and pulling you in for a kiss.

"I don't want to sound dramatic, but this is literally the best day of my life," Jake smiled before kissing you on the forehead. "Okay now I really gotta introduce my friends to my girlfriend," he giggled before holding your hand and walking out of the mall.

You and Jake were driving in the car on your way to Jake's apartment. You felt like his passenger princess the way he rested his hand on your thigh for most of the ride. This was your first time coming over to Jake's apartment so you didn't know what to expect.

He finally arrived at this beautiful complex that felt more like a gated neighborhood for spoiled, privileged kids living off of their parent's money. You weren't judging Jake, but the other people you saw hanging around the area looked like a bunch of dumb frat boys and preppy girls. Almost like something you'd see in some hyper-unrealistic college movie.

"I just wanted to let you know that Sunghoon and Jay are also my roommates. So, you'll be seeing a lot of them whenever you come over," Jake said as he parked the car. "Oh, that's fine. I don't mind." You felt Jake's eyes staring at you as you reapplied your cotton candy lipgloss. "What?" you asked, snapping him out of a trance-like state. "Oh, nothing. Sorry. You're just so perfect. I still can't believe you said yes," he stammered before getting out of the car and coming around to open your door.

Jake pulled out a keycard covered in stickers and waved it in front of the electronic lock.

*Beep Beep--Click*

"Guys, there's someone I want you to meet," Jake said as he opened the door. "Who? Your mom?" one of the boys joked as he walked in. "It's probably your mom, Jay. Huh Jake?" Jake laughed as he headed to the kitchen with you tailing behind him. "Hey, do you want something to drink?" "Sure I'll take a water," you said as Jake handed you a cold water bottle from the fridge.

"Alright guys, all jokes aside. This is my girlfriend, Y/N," Jake said as he walked into the living room with his hand around your waist. "Right...are you sure you're his girlfriend or did he pay you to come in here and say that?" the boy you now knew as Jay asked. "Ha ha, very funny Jay. She's actually my girlfriend," Jake responded before you could say anything.

"Well, it's just been a while since you had a girlfriend...and I'm sure you remember Becca right?" the other boy you assumed to be Sunghoon added. "Relax, Hoon. I've moved on from her a long time ago. Plus, Y/N is nothing like my ex," Jake replied nonchalantly.

"Okay well, I'm Sunghoon and this is Jay. We literally live here so if you two decide to have sex at any time while we're home, please either change your mind or keep it down. I'm not really a fan of hearing my best friend railing his girlfriend," Jay snickered before laying down his version of the house rules. "My only request is to clean up after yourselves. I don't mind helping out, but I'm not your maid. Also, be careful walking around the neighborhood at night time, they've got some weird ass people out here."

Mental Note to Self: Sex should either be quiet or done somewhere else, don't make a mess, and don't go out alone at night.

You hung around Jake's apartment for a few hours watching them play the game before you fell asleep on Jake's lap. The feeling of him stroking your head was so relaxing, that it was hard to stay awake. When you finally did wake up it was night time and you were alone with Jake.

"Where'd your friends go?" you asked in a sleepy voice. "They went to go order some food. Pizza. I hope you like that," he chuckled softly. "Yea, pizza is good. As long as there's no pineapple." "What?! No pineapple?! But it's so good." "No way. Pineapple and pizza are definitely not a match made in heaven." "Okay well, what is Miss Pizza Connoisseur?" "Pepperoni. It's a classic." "What if it's pepperoni with pineapple?" "Oh god no. That's even worse," you laughed.

"Have you ever even tried pineapple on pizza?" "No, but it sounds like a crime so it probably is." "Ha! You can't knock it until you try it," Jake smirked. "I'm not putting that in my mouth." "Well, what if I do it," Jake said as he grazed your lips with his thumb. "I-umm," you couldn't believe he was getting you all flustered just by touching your lips. "Here I'll even make it a bet. If you don't like it, then I owe you a fondue date. But, if you do like it then you owe me a surprise date. How's that sound?" You were still speechless from earlier, but you managed to mutter out "Yes," which made Jake laugh.

"Honey! I'm home!" Sunghoon said as he barged in holding two boxes of pizza. You and Jake went to the kitchen to grab a slice of pizza. "Hold on! Before anyone gets any pizza, Y/N is going to try pineapple pizza for the very first time," Jake smiled mischievously as he pulled out a cheesy slice of pineapple and ham pizza. Jake caught the end of the cheesy string with his tongue and bit it off.

"Alright. A deal's a deal. Open up," Jake said as you opened your mouth to take the first bite. It actually wasn't as bad as you'd expected. Though you'd probably never order it for yourself. As you were chewing, Jake tilted your face to the side and licked the corner of your mouth. "There was something on your face," he smirked.

"Damn ladies! Get a room," Sunghoon cringed. Jake just leaned against the countertop and laughed at Sunghoon's remark. "While you two enjoy your pizza, I just wanted to let you know that I picked up a liter of Coke," Jay said as he reached to pull down 4 tall glasses. "Oh, thanks. Do you want some too?" Jake asked. "Yea sure," you chuckled awkwardly.

Jake walked over to grab a glass for you and him, filled it with ice, and poured in the dark, fizzy drink.

"Oh and if you want you can stay here for the night," Jake offered as he passed you your soda. "Ehh, that's alright. I have work in the morning," you sighed before sipping your drink. "I can drive you there. You know I don't mind." "That's sweet Jake, but I got it." "Hmm okay, well just let me know when you're ready for me to take you home."

After eating you joined Jake and his friends in the living room to play a few card games. You were on your fifth round of Uno and you were getting a little sleepy, but you didn't want to bother Jake with driving you home. So you planned to just take an Uber.

*Ring Ring*

You're phone rang in your pocket. It was your manager calling. *What could he want at this hour* you thought to yourself. "Hey, Jake." "Yea?" "My manager's calling me. I'm gonna step out and answer this okay. It shouldn't be too long." "Okay, but don't go too far," Jake said as you headed toward the door.

You walked a good little distance away from the apartment. Specifically, you stood next to Jake's car to answer the call.

"Hey Heeseung. Why are you calling me this late? Is everything okay?" "Yea, everything is fine. I just wanted to let you know that I won't be in tomorrow. I have to go to a doctor's appointment with my mom." "Oh my god. Is she okay?" "Well, she said her chest has been hurting a lot and she's been coughing nonstop. So, I just want to get her checked out." "I hope she's okay." "Yea me too," Heeseung was quiet for a bit before continuing.

"You'll be in charge tomorrow. I need you to cover the whole shift as the manager. If it's too much to handle, just let me know and I'll have someone else cover for me." "No, that's alright. I can handle it." "Thanks, you're the best. I owe you big time." "It's no problem, family's important." "Alright well, that's all I needed to talk to you about. Goodnight, Y/N." "Goodnight, Hee," you said before ending the call.

"Meow!" you heard an unfamiliar voice catch your attention. "Excuse me?" you scoffed as you saw a frat boy from earlier walking your way. "Hey, beautiful. Wanna swing by my place for a few drinks?" he asked as he looked you up and down. "No thanks. I'd rather drink bleach." "Aww come on. I just wanna play with you, Kitty," he said flicking your shirt up. "Hey, what the fuck is wrong with you!" You spat pushing him away. "Stop playing hard to get. I know how much kitties love milk," this time the boy pressed his body against you, grinding his hard-on against your pussy through your jeans. "GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME DICKHEAD!!" you shouted as he leaned over to breathe his alcohol-tainted breath into your ear. "Shh baby. Unless you want my friends to come out here and join the party," he proceeded to cover your mouth, pressing your head into the hood of Jake's car. "MMPH!!" you grunted as you tried to push the boy off of you. Tears started to fill your eyes as you felt defeated. The boy struggled to unbutton his jeans while you laid crushed under his body weight. He let out a slight chuckle as you closed your eyes tightly.

You heard a loud smack before feeling the weight of the frat boy fall off of you. Jake had punched him straight in the jaw, knocking him to the ground. Sunghoon trailed behind him and stomped on the boy's head and he laid there with his pants halfway down his legs. Jay came out with a wooden baseball bat as Jake turned around to face you.

"Are you okay?" "Yea, yea I'm fine," you said as he pulled you into his chest. "Let's get you inside," he said as he quickly rushed you into the house.

"I'm gonna fucking kill that guy," Jake spat as he paced around the room. He had taken you to his room for the night. "You're staying here. And I'm taking you to work in the morning." Seeing Jake right now you were in no mood to argue on this one. You felt everything but fine at the moment. You were almost raped and if they hadn't heard you...you don't know what else would've happened.

"We kicked his ass real good and the cops got him," Jay said as he walked into Jake's room. "How's she doing?" Sunghoon asked. "She said she's fine, but I know that's not true," Jake sighed in frustration. "I'm sorry, Y/N." "It's not your fault Jake." "What if I didn't get there in time?" "But you did. All of you did and I really appreciate that."

Jake placed a kiss on your forehead before standing up. "If you want to take a shower and wash that asshole off you can put on my clothes," Jake said as he walked toward the door. "Where are you going?" you asked, sitting on his bed. "I need to cool off, before I do something I regret," he said as he pushed through Sunghoon and Jay.

"Don't worry. He'll be alright. But you really should get yourself cleaned up," Sunghoon sighed. "Yea, and I can wash your clothes to have them ready for the morning," Jay added, flashing a comforting smile.

You went to Jake's dresser to pull out a folded vintage band tee. Then a pair of sweatpants and boxers. Yes, wearing Jake’s boxers felt extremely strange, but in your mind it was better than going commando.

You grabbed a towel from the stack of fresh ones under the bathroom counter and started the shower. You almost didn’t even want to go to work tomorrow, but Heeseung needed you. Plus, your bills aren’t waiting for you to get over this little shake up.

After your shower you wrapped your clothes in the towel you used to dry yourself off with. “Umm, Jay,” you asked awkwardly. “Where do I put my clothes?”

“I’ll take them,” he said walking in your direction. “We have a washer in the laundry room. You can go to sleep in Jake’s bed.” “Okay, thanks. Has Jake come back yet?” “Uhh no, but he’ll be back soon. You should get some rest though. You have work in the morning. But if you’re scared to be alone just let me know. I don’t mind staying in there until you fall asleep,” Jay said in a comforting tone. “That’s okay. I’ll be fine.”

Jay nodded his head before walking away to the laundry room with your clothes. You really appreciated Jay’s kind gesture, but you didn’t want to send him through anymore unnecessary drama. He was right, you needed to get some rest for work in the morning. Since you’ll be managing for the day you have to get there early.

>>4:15 am Friday:

*Beep Beep*

The alarm on your phone woke you up before the sun. You managed to get about 4 hours of sleep, which was hopefully enough to power you through the day. You had slept so well that you didn't even notice that you were in Jake's bed...wearing his clothes. "Jake?" you called sitting up in the bed only to see him sitting across from you fast asleep at his desk. You quietly tiptoed out of the room, careful not to wake him up.

You walked to the bathroom to take care of your hygiene. However, without a toothbrush, mouthwash will have to suffice. You swished the minty liquid around your mouth before spitting it into the sink and washing your face with the white bar of soap that sat on a dish near the sink.

You left the bathroom and headed to the kitchen to get yourself something to eat. You scanned the counter for a fruit bowl. "Sorry, I didn't sleep with you last night." "Oh my god! Jake, you scared me," you jumped turning to see the sleepy boy standing on the other side of the counter rubbing his eyes. He was still wearing the clothes from last night.

"I just didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable...I was going to sleep on the couch, but I wanted to be there if you woke up and needed anything. I'm really sorry, Y/N." "Jake...it's okay. What time did you come in last night?" "Umm, I think it was a little after midnight. I just remember Jay telling me that you had gone to bed not too long ago."

"Did someone call my name?" "Good morning Jay," Jake groaned. "Morning you two. How're you feeling today Y/N? Better?"

"Yea, thanks for everything." "No problem. Oh, and your clothes are on the coffee table," he pointed to the stack of neatly folded clothes that sat on the edge of the coffee table. "Hmm. I didn't even notice them sitting there."

Jay walked to the fridge and pulled out a metal water bottle. "I'm going out for a run. I probably won't see you until after you get off. Well, that is if you come back over," Jay shrugged before walking back to his room to grab a baseball cap.

Jake dropped you off at work at 5:30 am. Heeseung was outside waiting for you to inform you of what to do in case of an emergency and a few other business-related things. "Okay, Hee. I got it. Don't worry. Go take care of your mom," you smiled as Heeseung pouted. "Call me if anything goes wrong okay." "Oookay. I will. Byeee," you giggled as you pushed Heeseung out.

Work was the last place you wanted to be today, but you had to do this for Hee. Plus, work wasn't too bad as long as you didn't have to deal with any...Karens...

"Get your finger out of my face Bitch," you heard a customer shout at a table near the window. *Oh no...here we go again* you thought to yourself.

After dealing with that problem, you prayed that you were done with drama for the day.

"Hey, I think those guys are looking for you," one of your co-workers whispered to you pointing in the direction of the two college-aged boys that just walked in.

"How can I help you, boys?" you asked in your best cheery customer service voice. "Uhh, we'll take two glasses of water." "Okay, anything else?" "No, that's good." You felt obligated to pull out your notepad, but two glasses of water were simple enough to remember. It was still a bit strange to you that two boys come in and order water...at Starbucks. However, you were in no mood to play Nancy Drew. You had about 5 hours left on your shift and this was the last order before you could take another 30-minute break that would most likely be taken up by checking on Heeseung and his mom.

You prepared the two iced glasses of water and placed them on a tray. As you walked back to the main dining area you noticed one of the boys was gone. "Umm, here you go sir," you tried not to seem suspicious, but you couldn't deny the bad vibes this duo radiated.

"Thank you," the other boy surprised you, causing you to bump into the table, knocking the drinks over. "Oh my god. I'm so sorry," you scrambled, grabbing the tissue box from the center of the table using more than half of them to pick up the spill. You slid the cold ice cubes across the table onto the tray you used to carry the glasses. "I'll get you boys another drink." "Take your time," one of them said as you quickly walked off.

You poured them two replacement glasses of water and carried them over to the table. *God that was so embarrassing* you thought to yourself.

You walked outside to take your first break and called to check on Heeseung and his mom. Luckily it was all good news. His mom just had an infection in her lungs that should clear up in a few days.

After your break, you headed back inside to see the boys still sitting where you left them. Most of the ice in their glasses had melted and they'd barely drank more than a few sips. You went over to check on them a few minutes later to see if they needed anything else, but all they said was, "We're just waiting for someone," with the fakest smile you'd ever seen plastered on their face.

It was time for you to close the dining area and shut it down for the night so you went over to tell the boys that they had to leave now. They were the last people to go as you shut off the lights. Most of your night crew stuck around to help you tidy up and left early, as usual.

You decided to walk home. You didn't really want to go back to that neighborhood by Jake...at least not right now.

You left out the back door exit for employees only that led down the trash alley. Turning the corner you saw the same two boys from earlier standing on the corner by a street light. The icky feeling returned almost instantly when you saw them so you decided to walk a different way home.

The sound of footsteps trailing behind you scared you enough, but turning around to see the footsteps came from the two boys made that fear even worse. Out of instinct, you took off running as fast as your feet could carry you. Unfortunately, it wasn't fast enough. The boys caught up to you, one pinned you up in a chokehold while the other pulled out a switchblade.

"You got our boy locked up kitten. I really hope you didn't think we were gonna let you slide did you?" the boy holding the switchblade said as he stepped closer to you driving the tip of his switchblade into your collarbone. You winced at the sharp pain and fought to hold back tears.

The boy who was holding you licked the side of your face, his breath alone was enough to make you queasy. The other boy chuckled at your reaction and cut your cheek in the spot that had been licked. Your scream was muffled by a hand. No way were you just gonna sit here and let yourself be taken advantage of.

You bit down on the boy's hand hard enough to draw blood, causing him to release his grip. You kicked the other boy right between his legs, dropping him to the ground. Immediately you took off running back to the cafe.

You scrambled to quickly unlock the doors and lock yourself in. You didn't hesitate to call Jake and let him know what was going on. "Stay where you are. I'm on my way," Jake said before cutting the call. You could hear the boys pounding on the door and shouting all the horrible things they were gonna do to you once they broke the door down.

The sound of a car screeching diverted their attention. For about 20 minutes, everything was completely silent.

*Knock knock knock*

"It's just me," you heard Jake yell from the other side of the door. Without hesitation, you opened the door and fell into his arms.

This was the second time Jake saved your life. "Where'd those guys go?" you asked as Jake drove you to his house. "I took care of them. Don't worry about it."

Initially, you didn't want to go back to Jake's apartment, but now you didn't want to be alone. Once you arrived at the apartment, you called to tell Heeseung what happened.

"What the fuck? Are you alright?" "Yea, I'm fine now." "Hey, if you want, you can take the week off. Just until everything cools down." "But--" "I'll pay you for your time off. Just think of it as a little vacation okay. And please call me if you ever feel unsafe alright. I don't care what I'm doing, I'll be there for you."

It was comforting to hear those words coming from him. Aside from being your manager Heeseung has been a very reliable friend to you ever since you first met.

"Who was that?" Jake asked. "It was just my manager," you shrugged, tucking your phone away. "What did he want?" "I was just telling him about what happened tonight. He said I can have the week off." "Oh well that's pretty kind of him," Jake said before walking away.

You were very curious about what exactly happened to those two boys that night. Not like you genuinely cared, but nonetheless, you wanted to know.

>>8:47 am, Monday:

You hadn't been back at your apartment in days. Ever since that night, you've been sleeping with Jake because you were too afraid to be alone. What if those guys were still out there? On your way to the kitchen, you walked into the living room to see Sunghoon on the couch sipping a hot cup of coffee while watching the news. "Hey, are these the guys that harassed you the other night?" Sunghoon asked upon meeting your gaze.

You turned to look at the television to see the faces of both boys and came closer to listen.

"The bodies of two college boys, Kenan Lanes, and Parker Ansley, were found this morning with their throats slit in an alley not too far from city park. The cause of death appears to be a loss of blood as well as damage to the brain most likely caused by a devastating blow to the head. We are under the assumption that their death was related to drug and gang violence based off of their previous criminal record."

You felt your stomach turn as you thought of the last time you saw them. *Did Jake do this?* you thought to yourself. *No way. There was no way he was capable of something like this*

Without saying a word you walked back to the room to find Jake still lying in the bed. "Did you kill those boys?" "What are you talking about?" "The boys from that night?" "No, why would you think that?" "Because..." "Because what?" "Nevermind," you couldn't bring yourself to accuse him of something like that.

"But if I did kill them, it would've been because of you. I'd do anything to protect you," He said as you walked away.

After about a couple days, you completely abandoned the idea of Jake doing something like that. Honestly, it felt like everything had returned to normal. You had gone back home, but you still see him almost every day. He had become very protective of you and honestly, the best boyfriend you could ever imagine.

>>2:07pm Thursday:

You and Jake were lying in his bed and out of curiosity you asked about his childhood and...his ex-girlfriend. He explained to you how his dad used to beat him and his mom and that his first relationship ended due to his girlfriend's infidelity. But what made it worse was that the guy she cheated on him with was her ex and every time he'd bring up the fact that she was being unfaithful she'd hit him.

"Hey, guess what I just remembered?" Jake asked as you rested your head on his chest. "What?" "I owe you a fondue date." "Oh, right I had completely forgotten about that." "I think it'll be a good way to take your mind off of things," Jake suggested in an attempt to liven the mood. To be honest, the past few days have been pretty gloomy, but he was right. You were going back to work in three days and some alone time with him would be pretty great.

>>6:50pm Friday:

You and Jake sat on his bedroom floor. "I know this isn't the most romantic setting, but at least we don't have to worry about grossing out my roommates," Jake chuckled as he stirred the hot chocolate with the mini wooden spoon. "Have you ever had fondue before?" He continued.

"Nope, but it seems fairly simple."

"Basically," Jake said, grabbing a metal skewer. "You take a strawberry and put it on the stick," he said, picking up a strawberry and shoving the skewer through it. "After that, you dip it in the chocolate. Be careful, it's hot," he dipped the strawberry, coating it completely with chocolate before blowing in it to cool it down. "There's coconut oil in it. So as it cools, it creates a shell that's the best part," he smiled. "Now open up," he said opening his mouth as he pointed the chocolate-covered berry in your direction.

You bit into the strawberry, causing a little juice to run down the skewer onto his fingers which he sucked off before handing you a stick. "Now you try."

You carefully followed the same steps as Jake and brought the chocolate-coated berry to his mouth. Just like when you bit into it, the juice ran down the skewer onto your fingers. Jake pulled your hand to his lips and sucked the sweet liquid from your fingers. You had no idea how a fondue date could be so sexual.

This process continued for a bit before Jake got creative. He dipped his own finger into the hot chocolate and you sucked it off. You could feel the sexual tension deepening now as the next berry Jake dipped he let some of the hot chocolate drip onto your thigh. He bent down to suck it off, this time leaving a mark behind.

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He pulled your top over your head as he began kissing your neck and breasts. You stroked your fingers through his fluffy dark hair as he pleasured himself between your tits. He then took another berry and dripped more chocolate onto your breasts following the same process as before, sucking and licking the chocolate up. You winced every time the hot chocolate touched your skin but anticipated his lips following after. The sensation of your touch led him to remove his shirt and crawl on top of you.

Jake reached down to tuck his fingers in between your hot wet lips. He inserted two fingers feeling the way your walls pulsated around his fingers as he pushed them in and out. He then took his fingers out and sucked your wetness off. Then he took one of the strawberries and used the tip of it to stimulate your clit. Spreading your lips he watched as your pussy dripped with clear cum which he caught with the strawberry and brought it to his lips.

"You taste better than the fondue," he giggled before leaning in to lap at your pussy. He leaned over to unplug the machine, cover it with a lid, and slide it under his desk. "Here, you try it," he said as he spit on your pussy and mixed your juices with his saliva. He held the strawberry in his mouth as he fed it to you.

Distracted by Jake mouth-feeding you a strawberry, you didn't notice when Jake pulled out his hard throbbing cock until you felt him pushing it through your opening. "Ngh!" you exclaimed at the sudden feeling. His dick was so thick, you could feel it stretching your walls. The pain came with pleasure as he pumped himself inside of you. You two were still exchanging saliva as he tongue fucked your mouth. You couldn't help but grind your hips against his as he pushed his dick deeper into your pussy. You moaned into his mouth causing him to fuck you a little faster.

"Mmm fuck, Jake," you moaned as you felt every inch and every vein coursing through you. You breathlessly moaned his name again, causing him to pound your pussy harder. "Fuck, Baby. I love it when you moan my name." Jake occasionally let out soft little groans which only turned you on more. "You like that?" he asked upon hearing your moans grow louder. "Ugh, fuck! Mhnn, yes," you whined as he continued to thrust himself inside of your throbbing cunt. "Mmm, your moans are so fucking sexy babe," Jake's voice quivered a bit as he said this.

He pushed your thighs back, exposing your pussy to him. You held onto the backs of your knees as he mercilessly pounded your aching pussy. "Ngh! FUCK! Jake, I can't hold it back anymore," you pleaded as you felt your pussy contracting. You arched your back as you felt your climax approaching. "Cum for me baby," Jake groaned in your ear as he fucked you on his bedroom floor. You moaned as you squirted on the floor.

Fortunately for you, Sunghoon and Jay weren't home at the moment. Otherwise, they all would've heard you moaning Jake's name.

Jake lifted you off of the ground. Your legs were still shaking from your orgasm. He walked you to the bathroom and started up the shower for you. You leaned over the bathroom counter to hold yourself up while Jake turned on the water. "Hold on, I'll be right back with some towels okay," Jake said before leaving the bathroom.

You reached between your legs to feel that your pussy was still oozing with cum and the stimulation from your touch made you crave a second round. Though your body was telling you 'no' your mind was saying 'yes.'

Jake returned shortly after with a stack of towels. "Alright, let's get you cleaned up," Jake smiled as he carefully guided you to the shower. He was only wearing sweatpants at the moment. Fortunately, you were able to use the railing and the rim of the tub for support, as your legs were still a bit wobbly.

You sat down and started to wash yourself, but decided to cum at least one more time before cleaning up. Just then you felt a cool wind behind you, it was Jake entering the shower with his rock-hard dick. He immediately saw the way you had your hands tucked between your legs, pleasing yourself. The sight of you sitting in front of him wet, naked, and horny caused his dick to twitch. "Hmm, looks like I'm not the only one in the mood for another round," Jake smiled, stroking his cock.

He approached your face, pulling your hair to tilt your head back as he inserted his dick into your mouth. "Suck it, baby. Suck my dick with those pretty fucking lips," he smirked as you bobbed your head up and down his shaft. He groaned as you pulled back to suck on his pink, fleshy tip that leaked pre cum. You maintained eye contact as you spit on his dick and jerked his cock a few times before putting it back in your mouth. "Ugh hmm," he moaned as you shoved his dick deep down your throat, nearly making you gag.

Seeing the way your eyes rolled back when his dick reached your throat, turned him on more. He grabbed your head and held it close while he grinded your face. You felt him repeatedly jamming his cock in your mouth before shoving it deep and holding it there while he moaned in your mouth. "Ngh, baby. I need your pussy," he whined as he pulled his sticky dick from between your lips.

You braced yourself up against the wall as Jake pounded your pussy from behind. You couldn't even speak at this point, you were letting Jake use you as his personal sex doll. You felt the water hit your back as Jake continued to fuck you harder and deeper, gripping your ass, waist, and tits which made him more excited. You heard him groan as he filled you with his hot, sticky load.

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You and Jake finished up in the shower before crashing, completely naked, in his bed.

A few days later, you returned to work and everything was great for the next month.

"Hey, Y/N. Do you wanna hang out today after your shift?" Heeseung asked as you wiped off the counter. "Yea, sure."

It had been a while since you and Heeseung went out for drinks, primarily due to the fact that you had been so busy with Jake and everything. Not that you were complaining, you loved Jake and Jake loved you. But you did miss spending time with Heeseung. So after your shift, you climbed into his car as he drove you to your favorite club.

You and Heeseung bought a couple drinks and caught each other up on what's been going on since you last spoke. You told him about how you'd been doing since the incident and he told about how his mom was feeling much better.

"Okay let's play a game," Heeseung suggested. "What game?" you asked. "Drink or die," he said. "Drink or die? How do you play that?" "Okay so basically, it's like truth or dare. And if you chicken out you have to take a drink. The game ends when one of us finishes our drink," you were already fairly tipsy, but a game didn't seem like a bad idea.

"Hmm, sounds pretty easy," you said as the bartender placed two suicide cocktails in front of you. These were the strongest drinks on the menu which made them perfect for a game like this. "Okay, I'll go first," Heeseung smiled readjusting himself in the chair. "Alright, truth or dare?" "Truth." "Have you ever peed in a pool?" "Starting easy I see. And yes. To be honest, I think everyone has at least once in their lives." "True, true," you nodded.

"Your turn. Truth or dare?" "Hmm...truth." "What's the strangest rumor you've ever heard about yourself?" "Umm, one time back in fifth grade all of the kids used to tease me about a bump on my foot. They said I was growing a third toe because I was some kind of alien." "That's crazy. Okay, my turn," Heeseung chuckled. "Truth or dare?" "Truth...actually dare." "Hmmm let me see," you said scanning the room. "Oh oh, I know. Whisper something dirty to the bartender," you snickered as Heeseung sighed before whistling to get the female bartender's attention. Whatever he said must've been pretty wild because that girl was blushing for the rest of the night.

"Your turn," he grinned mischievously. "What's your biggest sex fantasy?" You didn't hesitate to take a sip from your drink. "Aww come on," he whined. "You just made me do that freaky ass shit so it's only fair we make it even." "Okay, well ask me something else." "Uh uh. You didn't want to tell the truth so now you have to do a dare." "Ugh fine," you groaned, rolling your eyes before taking another sip of the cocktail. "Hey! I didn't even give you the dare yet." "I know, but knowing you I'll probably need it to complete it," he laughed at your remark before telling you to close your eyes which you did obediently.

You felt a set of soft, plush lips meet yours, gently pulling them in. A simple kiss soon joined by a little tongue action. Then you remembered...Jake.

"What the fuck is this!?" you heard a voice that ripped your lips away from Heeseung. "Jake? What are you doing here?" "I was coming to find you! I was supposed to take you home today remember?!"

You had completely forgotten that Jake planned to take you home today.

"Jake. I-" "I don't wanna hear it!" he spat before storming out. "Who was that?" Heeseung asked. "That was my boyfriend," you sighed. "Fuck. I'm sorry. I didn't know." "That's my fault. I didn't tell you," you said grabbing your bag. "Where are you going now?" "To apologize to him," you said, leaving Heeseung behind.

You ran out to catch Jake as he walked to his car. "Jake! Wait!" you called, but he didn't turn around. "Jake!!" you shouted again.

*Honk*

"Y/N!!" Jake yelled out. The loud blaring of a car horn caught your attention as you were nearly hit by an oncoming car. Jake ran to you, grabbing you by the arm as he dragged you to his car. "Get in," he commanded."Jake I--" "No. I don't want to hear a single word about what happened back there. Not until we get home." "Your apartment?" "No...yours," he said sternly, gripping the cold leather of the steering wheel in his hands as he pulled off.

When you finally made it home, Jake waited for you to unlock the door to your room. He sat down at the metal barstool in your small apartment. "I didn't mean for it to go that far, Jake. I swear," you said as Jake dropped his head into his hands. You listened as he let out a deep sigh. "I'd do anything to make you happy. Anything! And this is what I get? You sneaking around with your manager behind my back," he spat. "How would you feel if you caught me at some bar making out with my co-worker?" "I-I would feel betrayed." "And that's exactly how I'm feeling right now. Absolutely, fucking betrayed." "Jake, I'll never do it again. I promise. It was a stupid mistake and I regret it. You're the sweetest guy I've ever known and I don't want to lose you." "Well maybe you'll think of that next time," Jake said as he stood up. "I'm going home. I need some time away from you to cool down." "Oh...okay." "I love you, Y/N." "I love you too, Jake," you said as you watched the teary-eyed boy leave your apartment.

You fell to the ground and cried after you locked the door. You felt like a piece of you had just been torn away. And that piece was Jake. The boy who walked into your life when you weren't even looking for love. And you know that if Jake hadn't come in there, things would've been a whole lot worse.

Ever since that day, Jake's been a little different. You two were able to move past the Heeseung ordeal, in fact, your 6 month anniversary was just around the corner. For the most part, Jake was the most loveable, reliable, and supportive boy you'd ever known, but on the other hand, he was a whole different person.

Even his best friends Sunghoon and Jay had started to convince you to break up with him, but you couldn't. You felt responsible for creating the two-faced sweetheart.

3 months ago…

You were on your way to Jake’s apartment to go and spend some time with him. However, you were running a little late because you had stopped to pick up some food for the two of you.

“Where the hell were you?” Jake said as he opened the door. Your smile faded as you saw the frustrated look on Jake’s face. “Sorry I’m late, there was just a lot of traffic today. But I went to pick up lunch for you…your favorite.” “Oh yeah? And did you go anywhere else while you were out?” “Well i-“ you were cut off by Jake grabbing a handful of your hair.

“You what?” “Ow! Jake! Please let me go,” you whined nearly dropping the bag of food. “Not until you tell me where else you went. And don’t even think about lying. It’ll only make things worse.” “I went to the library,” you whimpered. “To go meet up with someone huh?” “Yes, but—AHH!!” Jake pulled your hair tighter and brought your face to his. “I had to give Evie my notes from class,” you winced with tears welling in your eyes. Jake loosened his grip, relaxing your body. “She was sick last week and missed the lecture…so she was studying…at the library,” you continued to explain.

Jake caught the tear with his thumb as it ran down your cheek. “I’m sorry. I hate to see you cry,” he pouted, taking the bag from your hands and placing it on the counter. “I love you so much. And the thought of losing you scares the hell out of me,” Jake said as he pulled you in for a hug. “How about we go and enjoy our lunch together,” Jake kissed you on the forehead before walking you to the table.

Jay and Sunghoon came into the apartment not long after you and Jake started eating. "Hey guys," Jay casually waved as he walked to his room. You and Jake both responded by waving back. Sunghoon stayed behind in the kitchen to grab a drink while he played around on his phone. Within a few minutes, Jay was already heading back outside.

Both you and Jake assumed Sunghoon left with Jay so when a notification popped up on your phone from a guy named "Nicholas" Jake went ballistic. You barely had enough time to register the situation before you were smacked in the mouth with your phone. A thin stream of blood peered through the broken skin on your lips.

"What the fuck is this huh?" Jake shouted. "Are you cheating on me?" He continued. "Wh-what are you talking about?" you asked still dazed from the first whack. Jake reached to wrap his hands around your throat right as Sunghoon got up to see what was going on.

"Jake! Are you crazy? What the fuck are you doing?" Sunghoon ran over to pull you away from him. "You need to fucking chill out. I-" Sunghoon stopped mid-sentence when he noticed the blood on your lip. "This is none of your business Sunghoon," Jake growled. "I'm not just gonna stand here and let you beat on your girlfriend like your dad beat your mom." Before Jake could respond Sunghoon had already taken you outside.

"Are you okay?" He asked looking at your lip. "Yea...I'm fine," you responded wiping the access with the back of your hand. "How long has this been going on?" "This is the first time he ever reacted this way," you replied looking down at the ground.

"Do you at least know why?" "He's afraid of me cheating on him like his ex." "This is so fucking stupid. He does realize that you're nothing like his ex right?" "Yea, but it's kinda my fault.." you sighed. "How?" "Well, he caught me in a bar one time making out with my manager. And since then, he doesn't fully trust me."

"That still doesn't give him a reason to hit you," Sunghoon shook his head. "I don't care about some one-time incident. Jake isn't a child, he needs to deal with his emotions like an adult. He could seriously hurt you. How do you think that would've gone if I wasn't in there? Huh?"

You rubbed your neck, remembering the way Jake tightly gripped your throat, "I...He would've choked me..." "And probably much worse," Sunghoon added. "I know you love him and I'm sure he loves you, but you can't stick around if he's gonna treat you like this--" "But it was just one time, Sunghoon. He'll never do it again," you didn't hesitate to defend Jake. You truly did believe this would be the last time.

"I hope not. If it happens again, just know I'll be dragging his ass out of the house instead of you," Sunghoon said before wrapping an arm around your shoulder. "Don't worry. I'm just walking you to my car."

You followed Sunghoon to his car, climbing into the passenger side.

*Click*

Sunghoon locked the doors. "I just have one question for you, do you want to go back in there or would you rather I take you home?" Sunghoon's question danced around in your mind. You were afraid of what Jake might do to you if he was still angry, but you also didn't want to leave him.

"I want to go back in there with Jake," you answered. "Well, that's your choice, but first we're going to get something to eat," Sunghoon sighed before pulling out his phone. "What are you doing?" "First, I'm texting Jay to meet up with us. Second, I'm telling your crazy ass boyfriend where I'm taking you so he doesn't do anything stupid."

>>Present Day:

As badly as you wanted to believe that was the first and last time Jake would ever hurt you, you knew random outbursts were inevitable. But at least he hadn't done any physical harm to your body...right? You've got into some pretty heated arguments where Jake has broken things around you. Another incident happened when the two of you were arguing about him wanting you to quit your job and move in with him.

Though you wanted to move in with him, you didn't want to quit your job. Sure the customers were annoying sometimes, but you loved that place. You'd been working there for over a year now and it almost felt like a second home. But Jake wasn't trying to hear that. He raised his hand and you closed your eyes tightly, bracing for impact. Instead, the sound of glass shattering caused you to jump.

Jake had thrown a glass bottle to the ground and walked away.

Jay came home just as Jake walked away. He rushed over to help you clean up the mess. "What happened?" Jay asked. "Nothing...It slipped out of my hands," you lied. And thus began a trend of you lying to cover for Jake.

Soon after, you moved in with Jake, while secretly keeping your job. Whenever he'd drive you, you told him to drop you off at a store that was a good little walk away from your real job. Yes, you felt bad for lying, but Jake was already controlling so many aspects of your life. You at least wanted this for yourself.

Nevertheless, you were excited about your date with Jake. He had planned a little weekend vacation at a resort not too far from where you lived. Lucky for you, Jake had calmed down a lot over the last two months so you weren't afraid to be alone with him.

Only one day stood between you and your little rendezvous and the both of you were getting very excited to spend some alone time together. As usual, Jake dropped you off at your fake job before you walked away to your real job. "Good morning, Y/N. What's got you all excited?" Heeseung asked upon seeing the smile on your face. "Me and Jake are going on a date this weekend," you beamed. "Sounds fun," he smiled back. "Well let's hurry up and finish your shift, so you can go home and get ready," he giggled. You immediately pulled your apron over your head and started taking orders.

Jake wanted to surprise you with flowers and chocolate when you finished your shift. So he ran over to a florist and picked up the biggest bouquet available. "What's the special occasion?" the lady asked as she rang him up. "It's for my girlfriend. We're going out this weekend for our anniversary and I want it to be special," he smiled. "Aww, that's so sweet. I wish I had a boyfriend like you," she giggled before handing Jake the bouquet. "Thank you," he smiled. "Wait...give this to her. Girls love plushies," she said, handing him a fluffy bear wearing a blue and green bow. "Oh my gosh. Thank you so much. She'll love this. How much is it?" "Don't worry about it," she waved her hand. "It's on the house. Enjoy your date."

Jake just had one more stop to make before coming over to pick you up. A box of chocolates.

He drove to your fake job with the biggest grin on his face, thinking about how you'd react to his surprise. When he finally arrived, he walked in and waited for you to come out. You supposedly worked as a server at this fancy restaurant. So when Jake didn't see you come out even once, he went to find the manager.

"Excuse me. Where's Y/N?" "Who's Y/N?" "She's one of your servers. Here's a picture of her," Jake said pulling out his phone to show the manager a picture of you. "I'm very sorry young man, but I've never seen that girl in my life. And her name is nowhere to be found on the roster. I believe you may have the wrong establishment," the elderly man said adjusting his glasses. "Maybe you're right," Jake chuckled. "Sorry for bothering you. Thank you for all of your help," Jake flashed a fake smile before walking off to a corner to call you.

You didn't answer the first call because you were in the middle of taking an order, but Jake didn't know. So he tried again. One of the servers saw the distressed look on his face. "Hey, who'd you say you were looking for again?" the waiter asked. Jake pulled up your picture and told him your name. "She's my girlfriend and I'm just really worried about her right now," Jake said rubbing his forehead. "Ohhh, I know her. Well, I know her face. She works not too far from here. At the Starbucks down the street. She's a cashier so she'll be in the front. Actually, I saw her there this morning. She's probably still there," the waiter said before walking off. "Ahh, thanks, man. Here's 50 for your time," Jake said handing the waiter a $50 bill. "Woah! I mean, you're welcome," he said holding up the bill to see if it was real.

Jake drove down the street to see you taking orders at the register before turning around to signal for someone to take your place.

*Ring Ring*

Jake's phone rang. He picked it up to see you calling. "Hello?" he answered. "Is everything okay?" you asked. "Yea, sorry. I butt-dialed and tried to call you back to let you know," Jake chuckled. "Oh okay. Well, I have to get back to work. My shift is almost over." "Alright, I'll be over in a bit to pick you up." "Okay, love you." "Love you too," he said before ending the call.

Jake pulled into a parking spot and waited for you to get off of work. He watched as you walked down the street and stood in front of the building to your fake job.

After waiting a few minutes, Jake drove around the block to pick you up. You climbed into the car to see Jake smiling with a bouquet of flowers, a box of chocolates, and a cute plush teddy. "Aww, Jake. What's all this?" "I wanted to surprise you at work," he said before pulling off. "Thank you so much, Jake. This is beautiful," you smiled before placing a kiss on his cheek. You went on to tell him about your day at work as he drove you back to his apartment.

You were completely unaware that Jake found out you had been lying to him for the past few months about where you worked and he was very upset. This weekend of romance may have just turned into a trap for you. You were going out of town to a secluded area alone with Jake. There will be no Jay or Sunghoon to protect you from the monster Jake could be.

And the worst part was that you didn't even know you were walking to your own doom...

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[chaconnenha]

심재윤 ARCADE

⸝⸝ ❛ all i know, all i know is …

loving you is a losing game ❜

📄⸝⸝ but you still loved him anyway ❪ ꕤ ❫ pairing. sjy x f!reader ʬʬʬ───includes. hurt/slight comfort, fake dating, technically cheating, past toxic relationships, unrequited love, bittersweet ending, not proofread ( 2k words ) . . . BACK TO LIBRARY ?!

WHEN YOU FIRST MET HIM, he was anything but broken. The life of the party, he wore smiles as casually as the designer clothing that lined his walk-in wardrobe—racks of beige and blacks that brought out the glow of his sunkissed skin that left you staring at him whenever he passed. You were never ‘friends,’ but he knew how to make you feel like one: always stopping in the middle of the halls to ask you about your day, waving to you in the carpark as he stood surrounded by his closest mates, and introducing you to his girlfriend one day when she tagged along to the study date the two of you had planned for your group project.

As for his girlfriend, you knew to nip the bud of your blooming attraction to the man as soon as you met her. Clinging to his arm to entire time, whispering inaudible things into his ear to draw out the chuckles you loved hearing so much, it was clear that she was making a statement—a claim. The boy is mine, she said, whenever she called him by the nicknames that only a girlfriend would ever have—nicknames you could only dream of calling him. Stay away, she said, when she placed a long, firm kiss on his lips before she stood up to get a coffee, swaying her hips in a way she knew would have him hypnotised, because his eyes were always on her. Always. Even when they weren’t together any longer… and even when he was supposed to be with you.

You should have minded your own business, should have never involved yourself in their games. But it was impossible to ignore the crestfallen look on his face when his on and off girlfriend of two years walked up to another man only a day after their breakup, and kissed the guy the same way she used to kiss him. And you—ever the sweet, naive, lovesick fool—didn’t think twice when you offered to help him get even. When you agreed to pretend to be his girlfriend, just to make her jealous, and definitely not because you wanted to show him that you would love him better than she ever could. (Or so you tried to convince the both of you.)

But the heart was not so easy to change, you soon discovered.

“Jakey,” you whispered, shaking the man’s shoulder as he lay unconscious on the couch, reeking of alcohol and cigarettes.

It was a new habit that he developed, where he would disappear—not answering any of your calls or texts—until the early hours of the morning, where you would find him collapsed on the couch of your apartment, which you gave him access to in case he ever needed you. And like the caring (fake) girlfriend you were, you tried not to give him too much heat for the fact that the only time he ever needed you was when he was too drunk to even know the difference between you and his ex girlfriend.

His ex girlfriend whose name he whispered when he opened his eyes to see you peering down at him.

“No, it’s me,” you replied, your heart aching at the furrow in his brows before he immediately fell back asleep, as if wanting to dream a reality where she was the one who was here instead of you. You sighed. Shaking away the needless thoughts that rattled their way in your mind, you grabbed the spare blankets from the guest room to cover him with. And it was then when you spotted the familiar name that appeared across the screen of his phone as it fell from his hand, onto the floor beneath your feet.

It shouldn’t have mattered. It shouldn’t have hurt. Because none of this was real, anyway, and you knew from the moment you put your heart into this that it would end up breaking. Yet the feeling was all too real when it finally happened; the moment you had been dreading, but also knew would always end up coming….

I miss you, the text read. Let’s get back together.

And you didn’t know what made it worse: the fact that you knew he would always choose her over you, or the fact that just before she had sent the text saying she missed him, he had sent one with the words you always wanted to hear but never got to: I love you.

That was when you knew loving Sim Jaeyun was a losing game.

“You can’t do this anymore.”

You ignored the pleas of your best friend as you curled up against the headboard of your bed, your face buried into your knees as you let out all the tears you had been holding back. You sent Jake away as soon as he woke up. And if he noticed the lack of breakfast on the table or kisses on the cheek, you didn’t give him the opportunity to ask about it. As soon as his shoelaces were tied, you were ushering him out the door, before slamming it into his face, so you could retreat to your room and call upon the comfort of your bed and your best friend.

“I don’t know what else to do,” you sobbed quietly, your voice as weak as your body felt. “I really did love him… I wanted him to see that I could love him like he deserved.”

Your best friend frowned as they placed a hand on your knee, before slowly wrapping his arms around you. “I know,” they said comfortingly. “But I think it’s time you realise that you deserve to be loved the same way you loved him.”

You deserve to be loved the same way you loved him.

You didn’t know why that broke you the way it did, why the tears ran like waterfalls at the seemingly obvious but easily forgotten statement. You wanted to give everything for someone who didn’t know how to accept it, and you ended up leaving nothing for yourself. But why? When did this happen? How did this happen? You really were a fool, you thought, running after someone who didn’t turn to look back at you—someone who was running after someone else…

Your friend sighed. “Listen… I was going to leave this off until another time, but I feel like this is the perfect chance to tell you about it.” Your friend pulled out their phone, showing you a screen with… a flight booking? “I was planning this for your birthday, but I think you could use it now more than ever. It will do you some good, to get away and have some time to yourself. What do you think?”

You looked down at the screen of your friend’s phone, your heart racing wildly against your chest. You hadn’t even thought about that before. About leaving behind your problems—about leaving behind Jake… But maybe that was the problem the whole time. You let him become the centre of your world, let him dictate the course that you took. When he needed company, you dropped everything to be there for him. When he needed a place to sleep, you left your apartment door wide open. But when, you wondered, when did he ever do anything like that for you?

When did he ever think of you before he thought about her?

It was fake, you reminded yourself. And it was time you reminded yourself that, before the pain you felt became too real for you to forget.

“I…” you swallowed the lump in your throat, ignoring your heart as it tried to hold you back, tried to make you stay for someone who wouldn’t do the same for you. “I want to go.”

It wasn’t easy, deciding to leave. It was only a trip for the holidays, but then after standing before your couch, your heart wringing at the memory of Jake sleeping on it, you realised that perhaps you needed a bit longer to yourself. And so, you called the movers, had them empty out the apartment and scrub it clean, so that not even a speck of dust remained.

You ran a finger across the now bare benchtop, unconsciously touching the vein of a distant memory.

“Do you want tea?” you asked as you stood behind the bench, boiling the teapot while Jake looked around the apartment space like a lost puppy. It was on the first day that he ever visited your place, and your hands shook as you scooped sugar into the mugs you grabbed from the cupboard. You didn’t even notice as Jake snuck up behind you, resting his forehead against your shoulder in a way that made your heart leap out of your chest.

“Thank you,” he whispered, his voice low. And you didn’t know whether it was for the tea, or for something else, but you found yourself smiling to yourself, because this wasn’t even the least that you would do for him—much less the most. And maybe that was what made it hurt even more in the future, when you realised that he didn’t feel the same.

“Well, I’m ready to head off when you are,” your best friend said, dressed in a Hawaiian shirt– despite the fact that you were travelling to Europe. You laughed at her attire, and was almost shocked at the sound. When was the last time you laughed? That would have been… “Do you have anything else to do?”

You looked down at the keychain that hung from your apartment keys. “Just one,” you said.

“Ooh, look over here!” You smiled and dragged Jake by the wrist, pulling him towards a claw machine just outside an old, worn down convenience store down the street. You got ready to pass him your things, only to be surprised when he grabbed your wrist, stopping you in the middle of slipping your handbag from your shoulder.

“Let me try,” he said, before pulling out his wallet, slipping a coin into the slot. “Okay… Which one should we get?” Your eyes scanned the prizes in the machine, trying to choose one that appealed to you. But it wa difficult to do, considering it was a mystery game—all of the potential prizes were hidden in boxes with question marks around them. So, you simply pointed at whichever one was easiest to get, causing Jake to smile. “Let’s do it.”

It was easy, the way he got the prize. And when he handed it to you, all you could think was that it was the first gift that you would be receiving from him since you got to gether—that it was special, no matter what it was. When you opened the box and shook it, you were surprised to see a small black cat keychain, causing Jake to pout.

“That’s it?” he said. “Sorry, babe, I should have gotten something else…”

But you didn’t mind it at all. It was small, but it meant something to you, because it was from him. But perhaps the gift itself was a foreshadowing of your relationship—a black cat of bad luck, to represent your doomed relationship.

You took the keychain off the keys, before placing it on the bench, leaving it alongside the letter you left for him to read, if he ever came back. At that moment you felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. Pulling it out, your eyes widened slightly at the name across the screen, your fingers automatically hovering above the answer button. But a last minute sense of control kept you from answering it, instead opting to stare at your phone screen as it continued to ring.

It was Jake.

You bit your lip, before looking back at the letter on the bench. Everything you had to say, you already wrote on the paper. You didn’t want to give yourself any other reason to doubt the decision you made. And so, you turned your phone off, letting the call end on its own after ringing for too long. That was for the best. This was for the best. Maybe not for him, but for you. And it made you promise one thing to yourself: that every bit of love you spent on him, you would now save for yourself, until the day came when you met someone who could return it in full.

note. this was originally going to have a completely different ending, with jake realising he loved reader and running after her, while she accepted him back... but i felt like this ending fit better: reader was going through a stage where she would give up absolutely everything for jake. so happy ending for her is to remove herself from the situation that was hurting her and take the time to heal and find happiness of her own, happiness that doesn't rely one someone else's feelings about her. <3

[flwrshee]

✉️ JAKE AS YOUR BF

duo ﹒ jake x fmr genre fluff wc 05k warnings not proofread

jake will not let go of you

i say that in most hcs but jake is glued to you

my boy will get scared when you let go of his hand for a second

hugging you anytime and anywhere

he wraps his big biceps around your small figure

clinging is arms on your waist is a must

sometimes you don't know whether he is a grown man or a toddler

head pats !!

he loves loves loves to ruffle and pat your hair

your hair is so soft for him

his hands never leave your hair

while your on his lap his hands are busying playing with your hair

ruffles you hair whenever he thinks your cute (basically all the time)

especially when you come back home and run to him

hugs you and ruffles your hair

jake has pictures of you everywhere

polaroids of you and him in his room, your picture in his wallet and even a separate photo album for you on his phone

he likes staring at you

he could stare at you forever and never get bored

jake observes little habits that you have

tucking your hair behind your ear, biting your nails and even the way you eat certain foods

he watches everything

calls you baby and babe

they are classics and jake likes them

"baby, we need to buy some strawberries."

"babe, what's for dinner today?"

"baby, please put this away for me."

"babe, your new dress is gorgeous."

jake uses them so much that it feels weird when he doesn't

you think he's mad at you when he calls you 'yn'

probably isn't a spam texter

spams memes though

he thinks its so funny when you give dry texts at them back

he knows you are laughing so hard irl

lots of 'i miss you' and 'i love you' texts

just to make sure that you know he is always thinking about you

good morning and good night messages are a must

its what you wait for when you wake up and before you sleep

jake is a half and half with calling and texting

but he loves to go on call before he sleeps

sleeping with your voice in the background helps him have a good night's sleep

however he texts you really silly and goofy things

memes that make no sense, keyboard smashes and just random pictures

did you see this video 😭😨

times like that make him cuter for you

jake is a kisser, a very good one

he loves physical touch so much

he basically cannot live with out it, especially when it comes from you

kissing your lips is a very normal thing for you and jake

it happens almost every where

his lips are just so cute and plump and always in a pout

he's so kissable, how can you not steal a quick peck?

he thinks you have the prettiest lips ever

addicted to them at this point

sulks when you don't give him kisses :(

loves taking you on dates

it's his favourite thing to do with you

picnic dates and dog walking dates are his faves

layla and your dog playing around while you and jake talk about random things

what could be better lets be honest

and picnics are the best in general

you cook lots of food for him

you love seeing the smile on his face when he eats your food

and he loves eating it

makes you kiss his lips, again

yes i know i just couldn't stop myself from writing that

© flwrshee

[hanniluvi]

💭 — JAKE AS YOUR BOYFRIEND !

leaving my boyfie for last ^^ just me being accurate hopefully or it’s just what my delulu self thinks what he does 😊

warnings : none?

— follows you everywhere. if you’re there, he’s right next to you always. the others are never surprised when jake is missing, cause when he is, he’s mainly with you.

— loves watching and capturing moments of you with layla. he just finds it so cute that you love his dog as much as you do. even if you two are apart and you may be facetiming jake, he can still feel the love across the screen when you squeal over layla. layla approves of you

— just a curious partner </3 like if you go on you’re phone, he would try to see what you’re doing just because he’s curious!!! like imagine him just resting his head against your shoulder js bc he wants to know what you’re laughing at.. jake ill show u my phone anyday

— i feel like if you were on his lap, he’d be the type to wrap both arms around your waist and rest his head on your shoulder, watching what you’re doing.

— the type to play soccer or basketball and look at you saying “this one is for you” BUT MISSES IT 😭 . so he awkwardly walks away / picks up the ball or just defend himself heavily LIKE DAMN ITS OKAY TO MISS literally mark core

— really touchy. like idk, he just wants to be able to hold you whenever he sees you. even if you just give him your hand, he’s pleased with it even if he wants more

— uses pick up lines he thinks is soooo good and you just have to lie and pretend they r good…sometimes they hit tho

— “that was good, where did you get that pickup line from?” “come on are you serious…..heeseung.” “he’s got rizz.” “ARE YOU SAYING I DONT—”

— pretty shy bf. like sure he’s touchy n all, but any compliments that come out of ur mouth, he’s already rolling around giggling…ME CORE!!!!

— the type to tickle you when you like prank him. just hear me out on it he seems like that guy AND will only stop when he hears a bunch of apologies.

— will laugh at ANYTHING. one tiny thing you do and he’s already clutching onto his stomach for help….boy he’s odd. dw me too we r meant to be

— probably only looks forward to the mornings cause he’d probably make you kiss all over his face so he could wake up…if you’re both heavy sleepers…this won’t be apart of yalls routine just saying…

— the type to steal your blanket in the morning/night for the fun of it 😓 like jake that’s only gonna make you sleep on the couch if you don’t stop playing 😂😂😂

— gets DEFENSIVE when arguing jokingly. LIKE U CAN IMAGINE HIM BEING THESE EMOJIS ☝️🤓 . “um actually that’s wrong cause due to these facts ☝️🤓” NOBODY CARE ABT YOUR MATH FACTS SIT DOWN .

— doesn’t seem like the type to get that angry w/ you? like he’d jokingly be mad but that’s all and yk he’s not serious about it. even if he was mad, he’d probably give you silent treatment WHICH HE CANNOT HANDLE.

— probably sulks and pouts when he’s “angry” or jealous. but any attention from you makes that turn into a big smile :)

— i feel like communication would be good in the relationship.

— type to give cheek kisses and then js run away afterwards cause even after all this time, he still gets shy and turn red !!

— JUST AN AMAZING BOYFRIEND .

💭 — sawrri for leaking my relationship with jake 😓 dispatch don’t leave this info oh No!!!!! (please do)

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[heespect]

꒰ Unforgattable . . ‧₊˚✩

pairing :: non-idol!Jake x nerd!reader

trope :: rivals academy

sinopse :: You used to be the standout student in the class, of course, that was until Jake came into your life. However, you would be wrong to think that he would want to be in your shoes. In fact, he wanted you.

wc :: 2,1k

You've always been proud of being the number one student in the classroom.

Owner of excellent grades, standout student, and class representative for almost three consecutive years. This was Park (y/n), the darling of both parents and teachers. To be honest, most of the time you'd be defined as a "nerd," but that was never a problem for you.

No matter what your peers said, at the end of the day, it was always (y/n) who would shine the brightest in school and consequently secure a good quality of life in the future due to your efforts and studies in the present.

Your life had been like this since childhood, nothing had changed, and even if it did, there were few chances of someone appearing and being better than you in studies.

But lo and behold, the universe decided to send a specific person your way this year: Jake Sim.

Jake was the Australian boy whose family suddenly decided to move from the country and ended up in Korea. You remember when you met him, he was sitting at the back of the room, hanging out with a troublesome boy you had never spoken to.

He wasn't ugly, in fact, he was very handsome, but you didn't care about high school romances at the time. The Australian was basically a good-looking and popular boy, definitely not some rare kind of nerd.

But curiously, that turned out to be the opposite.

It was a spring afternoon, the sun shining excessively warm, making the students sweat under their hot uniforms. Lunchtime had ended a few minutes ago, and as a good representative, you were helping to bring order among your classmates, making sure everything would be in place before the physics teacher arrived.

As usual, Jake and Lee Heeseung - the boy he befriended the first time he arrived - came in, chatting animatedly about some topic that wasn't of your interest.

"Go to your seat, Lee..." You ordered patiently, lifting your chin towards your seat.

Heeseung grumbled, shrugging his shoulders and winking at some girl as he dragged himself to his seat with Jake by his side.

The Australian, on the other hand, looked at you, for the first time since he joined your class. It was a different look, nothing special, but you swore you saw a fleeting smile.

The teacher finally enters the room, and the murmurs gradually cease until there is a vast silence. As a good student, you sit in the front row, with good posture and pencils immediately in hand, ready to write down the lesson topic.

"Good afternoon, students, sorry for the delay!" Professor Choi opens, spreading endless spreadsheets on his desk. "Long afternoon correcting papers and crying over your terrible grades..."

The teacher chirped, eliciting some laughs from the students. Gradually, he instructed the room to be silent, then began the class.

"Alright, can anyone tell me what singularity is?" The man squints, looking around the room sternly.

Once again, like the nerd you usually are, your hand is immediately raised, waving exaggeratedly for the teacher's attention.

"No one else?" He insists, letting out a sigh before directing his attention to you with a warm smile. "Go ahead, Miss Park."

"A singularity is a region of space where the curvature of space-time becomes infinite, sir," you recite without missing a beat. "The concept was first introduced in Einstein's General Theory of Relativity, where he predicted that if the mass of a star exceeded a certain point, the gravitational force it exerts would become so intense that it would collapse, creating a black hole."

Nerd. Definitely a prime example of a nerd...

"Correct!" Professor Choi smiles proudly. He greatly appreciates students who are as passionate about the subject as he is, and you are one of the brightest people he's ever had the pleasure of teaching.

"Tell me..." He prompts, always seeking to push his students that extra mile, "Could you explain what you mentioned about the General Theory of Relativity?"

"The other day, I came across an analogy while studying. I thought it explained Einstein's theory quite well," you continue. "Imagine a mattress, right? That represents space-time. If you were to sit on it, your weight would cause it to sag. That represents the mass of large objects in the universe, like planets and stars, exerting forces on space-time." You illustrate your explanation with small gestures, biting your lower lip as you try to accurately replicate the phenomenon with outstretched palms. "If you have a lot of matter and energy in one place, the mattress would sag so much that the object would disappear into it, like in a black hole. Right at the center of one, nothing from inside would be able to escape. Not even light. And there's your singularity!"

Professor Choi displayed a wide smile, attentively nodding during his lengthy explanation that lasted almost four minutes. The room was silent, no one could refute his speech, nobody even knew about the subject, and many were just focused on letting the class pass in the most tedious way.

"Excuse me, Mr. Choi?" A voice emerged, distant and probably spoken from the back of the room.

The older man squinted, searching for the figure calling him and immediately focusing on the newcomer. On Jake.

"Yes, how can I help you, Mr. Jake Sim?" The man cleared his throat, probably guessing it might just be a request to go to the bathroom.

"She's wrong..."

His eyes widened, it seemed like the whole world was collapsing at that moment. Simultaneously, all heads turned back in a domino effect, staring perplexedly at the poor boy. You weren't any different, turning your head so fast you could almost break your neck.

The professor looked surprised, but at the same time excited by the sudden appearance of the boy. Well, it wasn't common for many students to participate in his physics class, let alone boys who sat at the back of the room and were almost always unnoticed.

But of course, Jake was different.

He leaned back in his chair with a drawling voice: "She said that nothing can escape a black hole."

"And?" You scoff, feeling your head throbbing: "Are you telling me Einstein was wrong?"

"I'm not saying he's wrong, princess." He quickly retorted, before adding "Stephen Hawking did it. In the 70s."

Teacher Choi was practically on tiptoes at this point, finally starting to see where the boy was leading his argument.

"He found out that black holes evaporate, releasing energy slowly." Jake shrugged: "So, when that happens, where does all the information contained in it go? If it really can't escape, it's not like it can just disappear, be created, or destroyed..." He paused: "It's a paradox."

First, there was a pause. No one seemed to breathe in that environment. Then came the realization.

Professor Choi recovered from his shock-induced pause, applauding him in front of the class.

"Whoa, that's amazing, Jake!" The man was still speechless, but with an impressed look, he turned towards you: "I'm sorry, (y/n)... But Jake is right..."

After that day, your whole life seemed to change.

Sure, it might have seemed like an exaggeration to an outsider, but only God knows how your head was in that moment.

Jake was unbelievably good at every subject, and when I say good, I'm not exaggerating. He could probably ace any math-related subject, he's good at sports, good with languages, and in any stupid club he could get into.

And it annoyed you. It felt like he was committing a sin.

During the first semester, you didn't care much. The tests were already approaching and even if Jake continued to be the new favorite among the teachers, maybe he wouldn't be so good at tests.

You spent almost three weeks studying in advance, reviewing every single detail, and striving for a good score. It was indeed a tough week at school: the tests seemed harder than expected, but fortunately, you had studied all the topics.

Surely, you would be at the top of the school score.

Or not.

Sim Jake 100/100

Park (y/n) 100/100

Two... The damn number two was the cause of your downfall.

As soon as the results came out, you were the first to squeeze into the crowd of students, struggling to get any glimpse of the big board showing the average scores of the students. As always, you imagined yourself being in the top 1, as you always did, but this time it was different.

You were a top 2, you could have done better, but you didn't. You could have answered two more questions correctly, but you didn't.

Heavens, your academic validation practically screamed within you.

"98? You did well, (y/n)," one of your classmates congratulated you from behind, then continued: "oh, Jake must have studied a lot..."

"Whatever, it must have just been luck," you grumbled irritably, marching away from the crowd of students.

You couldn't simply dismiss that score; the next one would be better.

The library was nearly empty, save for the grouchy old lady guarding the entrance.

You walked hurriedly between the shelves, carrying books and notebooks in your arms, almost making them turn red from the weight. Your desk was cluttered with study materials, with hardly any space left for more books.

"Hey, I think this is yours!" You hear a voice behind you, but you didn't even need to turn around to guess whose it was.

"Hm, I don't think so..." you respond indifferently, looking over your shoulder to see the tall figure of Jake Sim right behind you.

And heavens, how handsome Jake looked that afternoon...

"But I saw you carrying this!" He shrugged, beginning to follow when left behind.

"I don't need it, you can put it back if you want."

"What's your problem with me?" Jake muttered softly, sighing heavily.

You decide to ignore him. There were several problems you could list, but suddenly they all seemed too trivial to voice aloud.

"None."

"That's not how it seems."

"What do you expect me to do?" You mock with false humor, forcing a smile and turning to face him.

"Is it because I said you were wrong in physics class?" He raised an eyebrow, taking a step forward.

"No," you deny, not budging an inch.

"Well, even if it were, it's not my fault if you were wrong, princess."

"Don't call me princess," you scoff, already exhausted from conversing with the Australian who was definitely more daring that day.

"You didn't complain the first time I called you that!" He quickly adds, "And it suits you."

Maybe it was the tension of the moment, you were so nervous and grouchy that you didn't realize how close he was getting to you. Jake, on the other hand, just flashed a wide mischievous smile, slowly encroaching any kind of space with you.

"Damn, you're quite the challenge, princess," he grumbles, rolling his eyes. His hands fumble among the shelves of horror books, putting the notebook in your hands.

"That book isn't here, Jake," you roll your eyes, about to put the book back in its place.

"I don't care about stupid books, Park. I want you."

And then, he simply kisses you.

You freeze in place, eyes wide open and almost ready to push him away. Jake, however, keeps his eyes closed and remains still, only his lips pressed against yours.

There was no movement, almost as if he wanted to ensure he wouldn't get slapped during the first few seconds, before finally starting to move.

His lips slowly moved against yours, his arms wrapping around your waist. You closed your eyes, instinctively putting your arms around his neck.

Jake pulled you closer to him, his tongue beginning to invade your mouth until both were vying for space, moving in harmony.

The kiss that lasted a few minutes suddenly broke, the two students panting as they stared at each other motionless.

"Damn (y/n), I don't want good grades, I want to kiss you," he concludes breathlessly, giving one last seal between your lips.

Well, screw being in second place. Kissing Jake Sim in the library was more unforgettable...

[i2ycat]

way too late

pairing jake x gn!reader synopsis in which you come to the realisation that you’ve been loving jake all this time way too late genre angst, fluff, friends to ??, hurt w comfort word count 0.7k warnings little mention of blood, kissing with a bloody lip main masterlist

reblogs and comments are very much appreciated!

Jake’s hand softly caresses your face, tears brimming his eyes as he holds his suitcase in the other with a vice grip. It was evident that he didn’t want to leave either, not with how your relationship was starting to blossom so beautifully in the spring.

“Can’t you just stay?” you plead, finally mustering up the courage to reciprocate the intensity of his stare. You could see his face soften even further, brows furrowing and gaze dropping to his feet in an attempt to choke down the impulse to drop everything and run back to your open arms, to where everything would’ve been in its place and nothing else would matter. It would just be you two against the world.

Your heart clenches almost painfully in its place. “Can’t we just go back to where we were?” you continue, even though you know that it is damn near impossible. This was the last page of your shared chapter, ink no longer tracing the lines of his name or the crinkles of his eye smiles; the last paragraph of his current existence—the boy you met in your first year of college, the boy that loved you more than anything.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, throat constricting as he continues to stare at the ground.

You bite into your lip harsh enough to draw blood because you were frustrated at the world, at the entire damn universe for presenting you with the one boy who understood everything about you without much toiling and then taking him away the moment you realized just how much you’ve loved him and wanted him in your life.

He didn’t even need to try hard to make you forget all about your problems; just his existence was comfort enough. He was your only safe place as you navigated yourself in this confusing world.

The absurdity of it all made you want to laugh, even through the tears.

“I hate you,” you say.

Jake looks up and searches your eyes for any confirmation, which he obviously doesn’t get because you love him and he knows that you love him more than just any friend would.

He releases his grip on the handle of his suitcase and brings you into a hug. His perfume and warmth engulfed you almost entirely, which made you damn near sob like a baby in the middle of the airport.

Your chokes drowned and died down in Jake’s hoodie as you proceeded to tell him that you hated him.

“You don’t mean that,” he says, bringing your face from his shoulder towards his own. “I know you don’t.”

It felt like the world had stopped then and there, much like the first time you met him. You didn’t want to admit it at the time, but you fell in love at first sight with Jake, in his baggy jeans and hoodie, adorning an expression akin to that of a lost puppy. You were the ultimate fool for only realizing that now.

His dewy brown eyes drew you physically closer, and before you knew it, his lips were on yours. You could taste the irony of your own blood against Jake’s own lips, but you were not in the right headspace to be caring enough about proper hygiene.

This was your personal euphoria, but in a few hours time, it was just going to be the last line you wrote as you reminisced, so you hurried to savor his cherry-flavored chapstick and commit it to your memory forever.

Everyone else in this space and time was just a part of the flurry of emotions that you felt as you kissed Jake. This was the first time, but you’ve already acknowledged it as the last, even if you didn’t want it to be.

Even through the dull ache in your lungs, you kissed Jake, and only until you'd used up the last of your oxygen did you stop for air.

The two of you panted and huffed, your arms wrapped around his neck and his arms around your waist.

The cold air of the airport brings you back to the reality that Jake will no longer be in your arms like he is right now, so you take the opportunity to finally say what has been on your mind the very moment you met him: “I love you, and I hate that I do.”

“Even when you’re admitting that you love me, you still won’t hold back on the ‘I hate you’ stuff.” his lips crack into a smile. “Well then, I love that I love you, Y/n, more than anything in this entire world.”

© i2ycat 2024

[bxbblykoo]

bf texts with jake

genre: fluff & crack date: 7/10/23

note: lowkey in my active era 🫣 umm these are honestly kinda hard to make bc i have no bf. soo here’s my best interpretation of how i think these conversations go ??

[isoobie]

cherries ✴︎ ( sjy )

another taste of your lips, perhaps? wc 117 & fluff

“can i kiss you again, babe?”

jake asks you in the most softest voice ever, how could you possibly say no?

but before he gets to hear your answer your lips are already back on his savouring the sweet, saccharine flavour of cherries coating his mouth.

just like cherries, jake’s lips are just as addicting. once you start eating them you can never stop, it’s about cherries of course.

your hands wrap around his soft, brunette locks as his hands graze right above your hips holding onto you so gently with grace. the smell of his citrusy cologne mixed with the taste of cherries on his tongue intoxicates you.

the sound of his phone ringing gets you two out of your thoughts but jake still has you wrapped in his embrace.

“wasn’t that too short for you, babe.”

he purposely lets the rhetorical question roll off his tongue, already knowing the answer.

“nope, it was fine.”

you want to see how he reacts, would he be shocked, confused, jealous or even playful about it?

however, just like how did it, his lips attach to yours before the words can spill out, engulfing you in a familiar sense of warmth, you could never get tired of two things — cherries and jake.

© isoobie i am currently in my jake brainrot.

[boyfhee]

MARRIED UNDER TWENTY-FIVE / sjy

SYNOPSIS : a look into yours and jake’s life as you meet, fall in love, get married, and lose each other— all under twenty-five. ( 5.3k )

or, eight months after your death, jake finds the courage to open your letter.

GENRE : heavy angst, bittersweet

WARNINGS : death, grief and grieving, heavy drinking, smoking, implications of substance abuse, one mention of intrusive thoughts, my attempt at cinematic parallels but in writing so i hope it's not confusing, switches between past and present. byf : written in italics are the contents of the letter

NOTE : was in the zone while writing this like the way i teared up?? boyfhee angst returns happy reading, everyone. ALSO big thanks to @flwrshee ri my bae for beta-reading this and reminding me to work on this from time to time lmfao. ib : richard feynman's letter to his dead wife (need someone who loves me the way he loves her)

buried in jake’s drawer is the letter he found four months ago. actually, it has been sitting there for over a year, under the pile of other papers and envelopes, tucked in the lowest drawer of the shelf, one that is rarely ever opened. you had put it there for him to find it— hoped that he would find it because you couldn’t bring yourself to give it to him yourself. jake had stumbled across it four months after you left him forever. four months after walking and stumbling, after four months of staring blankly at his ceiling, the letter is the closest he can get to you. 

he keeps it with him, in his bag, sometimes tucked in his coat during winters, as a bookmark for the books he reads that take him to back you, even if you only exist as a figment of his imagination. he keeps it on the bed-side table before he goes to sleep, it’s there in front of him on evenings he drinks for hours on empty. the letter stays unopened— he couldn’t bring himself to open it. his fingers brush against the pale paper and it feels like a sword to his heart. opening that letter feels like tearing you apart, and four months is what it takes jake to sit by the kitchen counter with the letter once again; with pain in his eyes and a scissors by the side. 

eight months after you’re gone, jake finds the strength to read it. 

‘i think the first time i fell for you wasn’t at the bookstore,’

your handwriting feels like a warm hug after a long day. his fingers tighten around the loose sheet of paper, a faint crease forming along the edges. a single tear rolls down his cheeks.

‘it was that day at the bus stop. it was raining, i was running towards the bus stop, covering my head with my bag. fortunately enough, the bus arrived a minute after, and you happily lent me your jacket before getting off at your stop,’ 

and jake remembers it clearly. grey skies and merciless rain, he was already late for his evening classes and the weather didn’t seem to help. he already missed a bus before making it to the bus stop near his apartment and managing to catch another, his umbrella decided to malfunction in the worst way on seemingly the worst day. his perfectly styled hair was ruined thanks to running in rain, across and under the sheds he could find. jake was so sure, it was the worst day in the nineteen years of his life, until the bus arrived at the stop, and his eyes handed on you as you stood at the bus stand, annoyed at the weather. 

jake could hear one of his friends calling his name from a distance as soon as he gets down from the bus, but all he did was look at you and offer you his jacket— the most far-from-normal and astonishing thing he had ever done— before you aboard the bus, shooting him a soft smile from the windows as it drove away.

‘i still don’t know why you did that,’ 

reading further, jake realises that he doesn’t know why he did that either. the two of you weren’t even heading in the same direction. he was rushing to the university campus while you wanted to catch the bus to your way home. the chances that he would get his jacket back were low, almost zero. there are days when he sits by the window and thinks about all the stuff you did together, about everything he did that led him to you. the jacket, perhaps it was supposed to end up with you, maybe it was the only way nineteen year old jake could’ve talked to you and get one step closer to your world after admiring you from the sidelines for months. 

‘the bookstore, i think it’s a place where i realised that i’m in love with you. a place where i made all my decisions about you, where i shared my firsts and lasts with you— as promised. if you’re wondering why i’m writing a letter in this date and era,’ 

his eyes are a little blurry, there’s a picture of you in the said book store in his mind. it’s like a nineties short film— a grainy image, slightly blurred, the voices are muffled, but jake feels every emotion down to the very core of his heart. 

on some days, he ends up in front of the same bookstore. there are evenings he sets out on a journey with no destination, wherever the roads take him. his eyes are up towards the sky, usually towards the venus shining like a gemstone, he likes to think it’s you, that you ended up being the favourite star in the sky. on evenings like those, jake sits outside the very bookstore his and your story originates from and lets his mind play the picture, tracing over the image of you in his mind. sometimes, he goes inside and sits at the same place you both used to sit, he’d pick the same books you used to read, occasionally coming across tiny doodles you left on some pages even though it violated the rules.  

‘it’s because i’m afraid i haven’t loved you enough,’ 

the words hit him like a train travelling at hundreds of kilometres per hour. jake pauses, putting aside his glass of alcohol, letting the words and tears you spilled on the paper diffuse through the tips of his fingers, wanting them to flow like they’re the blood in his veins. he reads it all over again, a single tear rolls down his cheek, a lifeless sigh escapes his mouth.  

‘because you were there on nights i stayed in the library to study for exams. you were there, at my door, whenever i needed you to drive me to classes. you were there outside my class, waiting for me, during lunch when i needed someone to hear my complaints, at the bus stop on days it got late because you didn’t like the idea of me going home all alone at night,’

because you were there on noons that jake had trouble remembering reactions of carboxylic acids and amines. you were there to bring him snacks or lunch whenever he got a little too immersed in concepts of quantum mechanics to even remember about his meals. you were there when he called you to complain about his professor, who kept adding his name to every single project, all because jake was an excellent student. when you stayed with him throughout the evening and beyond at the campus, accompanying you to your apartment late at night was the least he could do to thank you. 

‘you were there on the night it was raining and the power went out. i still remember how you looked— drenched and worried with your phone’s flashlight turned on, standing at my doorstep. you said that the crime rates were high and that it’s better for me to stay at your place that night. you were there for me day, noon and night, and all i’m doing in the end is saying goodbye.’ 

it was his first instinct— maybe even beyond first, if it exists, because the power went out in your whole neighbourhood, and jake was already calling you while running down the streets, towards your apartment, with nothing but his flashlight to guide him through the complete blackout that night. when you asked him why he was at your place, he spent ten minutes looking for an appropriate reason. perhaps, it was because he wanted to see you, or because he was worried to death, maybe acts of service are how you both look after each other— doing favours and being the helping hand. jake didn’t know, he still doesn’t know, as he sits by his kitchen counter, letting the small sips of alcohol intoxicate his systems gradually, killing him slowly, in a way that hurts so right. asking you to spend the night at his place was the toughest and the bravest decision jake had made in his entire life. 

‘agreeing to do that summer festival dance with you is still the best decision i’ve ever made, my proudest moment, and letting you step into my life was the second best. nothing compares to when you joined the music club and changed my life forever.’ 

the summer festival dance— jake remembers it, the memory is as clear as a crystal in his head, ingrained in his mind, every single second playing at the back of his mind even when he’s half wasted, as if he’s reliving the moment. no one had enough time to dedicate themselves to a mere summer festival dance, but jake saw you looking at the flyers on the notice board just three minutes after he had told jay that dancing was not his thing, and he knew he needed to get that dance with you. 

getting partnered up with you was a pure coincidence, but everything that led to it wasn’t. the deliberate bumping in the hallways and the extra cups of coffee that jake bought every morning for a friend that never seemed to attend classes, everything led to him and you standing in the practice room in front of him, helping him come up with dance steps for audition, which finally led to his selection on the team. 

jake attempts to gulp down all the contents of his glass before realising that it’s empty. another sigh falls off his lips as he reaches out for the bottle kept across the counter, pouring him yet another glass for the evening, another day spent drinking while drowning in the thoughts of you, another line of intoxication, another stray tear rolling down his face, another memory creeps inside his brain— this first dance rehearsal. 

he could’ve sworn, his heart stopped beating for good ten seconds when the instructor told him that he needed to lift you up for a dynamic step during the intro. it was simple— you in front of him, his hands on your waist, he would lift you up— but the hands on the waist, his hands on your waist, jake felt like he was about to pass out. the second time his heart skipped a beat was when you grabbed his hands and put it on your waist because he was hesitating beyond belief, and that was the beginning of everything. 

and the hand stayed there for as long as jake could remember. his hand resided on your waist whether you both were crossing the road, or sitting on a park bench while you showed him pictures of layla you look the evening before, or while taking mirror selfies, or in all those moments that he spent slow dancing across the living room with you. it was as if your waist had been the home his hands were searching for and now that you’re gone, they feel empty. in the silence suffocating him, sitting on a chair with his head hung low, the floor looks so pretty. there's a faint reflection of him on the tiles, then his eyes land on his hands.

maybe it's the timing that has been making him feel this way. perhaps, it's the location, the empty rooms with threatening silence and the empty streets, the empty hallway, the empty hours, the lack of something and abundance of everything— it's making him go insane. it’s the empty pockets of the seconds that pass by, an undisturbed wave of silence that is disturbed everytime he sighs or gets his glass on the granite kitchen countertop, pouring himself another glass of cancer.

he sniffs, it could be from cold or tears. jake can’t point to the reasons anymore. his gaze settles on your letter that lies on his lap, a few of his tears soak through the paper. he puts his glass aside once to pick up the letter and pads on your words with his fingertips, not wanting them to get smudged by his tears. occasionally, he tries to convince himself that this is a dream. that you're here, somewhere, perhaps at work or at the nursery, maybe out shopping with a friend or at your parent's house because you've been missing them lately. jake imagines himself waiting for you at the station or the bus stand or the airport, smiling like a fool because he hasn't seen you in days and finally he can have you close to him, his lips on yours, your hand in his,

but now, his hands feel emptier. 

there's a yearning for something he doesn’t know. his apartment feels emptier, the stillness amongst your stuff that lies around even after eight months of your death is paralysing. his arms stretch across the bed at night in hopes of feeling something, anything. he takes another sip from his glass, eyes focusing on your letter once again as he reads further. 

‘you can call me crazy but every second with you felt like living in a whole new world. i started noticing things i didn’t before— seriously, who even smiles while watching wind ruffle through clothes hung up for drying? it was as though i was living a monochromatic life, the same routine, same pattern; then it was you, and everything around me became so beautiful. suddenly, i stopped caring about assignments because i needed to talk to you all night. i didn’t care what i was getting into by skipping prof. hong’s lectures because we got to hang out together. i was knee deep in troubles but god, i was so happy because i had you standing in front of me, and i knew you’d pull me out. i know you’d be on the ninth cloud while reading this, probably even call me stupid but i don’t mind because it’s true; i am madly, stupidly, crazily, insanely in love with you,’ 

jake remembers the day he came to your apartment for the very first time. 

you two weren’t dating, but the line in between had started to blur, fading into something none of you could see but both of you enjoyed. amidst alcohol and the faint odour of cigarettes that encapsulates him, being all the reasons behind his stumbling steps and hazy mind, jake could still see you clearly in the back of his mind— the way you glowed under the mid-morning sun, the warm breeze sweeping away stray strands of your hair out of your face, and your arms raised up above your head to hang the clothes up for drying. he could make out your smile through the silence between you two. no words were shared, but the fluttering glances and quiet smiles said more than any words could ever convey.

and then jake realised— it wasn’t just you feeling this way. 

the presence of something intricately new in your daily routine, although too minute to point out with your fingers, lingered throughout his days and nights after meeting you. suddenly, the boring computer science lessons didn’t seem bad, for you would visit him after the classes. jake, who used to arrive in class exactly on time, started arriving minutes and hours early just to see you, maybe, even strike a conversation. you had mentioned to him your favourite thing about him— the way his hands hesitatingly slide inside his pockets whenever one of your friends mistook him as your boyfriend. it was the way he smiles, the subtle rosy tint on his cheeks, the shy gaze travelling everywhere but to your face because he was too embarrassed to look at you. being mistaken as each other’s lovers was a mistake none of you clarified, and it was only a matter of time before it came true.

when his eyes settled on your panting for hair in a secluded corner of the hallway after running out of professor hong’s classes while he was just about to notice you two was the moment jake fell in love with you.

and jake falls first, he falls hard. 

because there were two tickets to the movie in his pockets with words of asking you out on the tip of his tongue, just waiting to be spoken, and he was too busy being enamoured by your laughter as you leaned against the wall, catching your breath. your laugh is the music to his ears, watching you is better than any movie ever directed, and the feeling of his lips on you just a minute later in the same corner of the hallway is still the best feeling he has ever felt in his entire life. you were like a painter and his life— a canvas; and it was only after you he started seeing colours.

jake could get any girl he wanted but it was only after you, he realised who he needed in his life. 

‘remember the day you proposed to me? i cried all night.’

and jake lets out a dry chuckle as he reads through those words, gripping his glass a little tighter, feeling the carved patterns through the tip of his fingers. his eyes travel to the ring adored on his finger. it’s one thing keeping him close to wherever you are, and his eyes occasionally travel to the pen lying stray across the counter after he wrote something he, himself, doesn’t member. his fingers brush over the words you’ve written, letters that insinuate of you as he weep with love— jake wants to write back to you but he couldn’t, for he doesn’t know your new address.

‘it felt like a fever dream, the thought of marrying you. we met at nineteen, we fell in love at twenty, we got married at twenty-two— all under twenty-five, it was scary. it was like a thrill ride, like a rollercoaster, i had my parents tell me to wait things out. there were people who told me things, words about how i should be sure of who i’m marrying, certain if that person is right for me. it was the world against you and me, and i hate to admit that i understood their stance, but they never knew you like i do. they knew the jake who i fell in love with deeply enough to marry within four years. in their story, it was you and me and our young and immature love, and that’s it.’ 

it’s ironic because jake didn’t sleep all night after you said yes to his proposal. getting married at twenty-two was an adventure, you being the general instigator all, and he would just follow. waiting things out wasn’t even an option when it came to you, he knew what he wanted. you cried even while buying your engagement rings, on the wedding dress trial, the day before the wedding, and jake was there, every single time, holding you close, smiling against your lips as his kisses soothed you down. his heart was overflowing with love, with happiness he couldn’t contain.

being engaged was an eccentric feeling overall.

you weren’t his girlfriend, nor his wife. fiancée would be a better term, but jake called it a phase of transition. the knot was yet to be tied, people tried convincing you two out of it left and right. uncertainty spun in the air instead of saccharine smiles that usually cloud the days during weddings. it was the world against him and you— him, you, and your young immature love, a pair of rings exchanged, a promise made, a promise to stay.

and jake chuckles again, half annoyed, perhaps at fate, perhaps at himself. you promised to stay. another sip of alcohol goes down his throat, it tastes bitter than it used to. your picture in his head gets clearer as his vision starts to lose focus, your laughter echoes through the cracks in his heart. it reflects through every corner of his body, it stays inside with a yearning that makes him ache for you. your memory is now a child that he tries to lose in a grocery store, but also a place he comes to at the end of the day because nothing quite feels like home anymore. 

‘do you remember that conversation we had about secret codes? one that went on about how even inanimate objects could have ways to communicate? that is how i feel about you. it’s untranslatable, i cannot put it in words for others to understand. it’s a language that only me and my heart know.’

it all started on your very first marriage anniversary— heavy rains, skies painted grey, thunders seemed to exhibit their own orchestral opening. inside, the place was warm, his arms. sitting on the couch as you two sipped on hot chocolate, wrapped in blanket and soft giggles and laughter that emerged everytime one of you tried and stole a kiss. jake constantly apologised for not being able to do much for you and you would so exquisitely whisper to him how nothing matters as long as you have him while tracing your lips all over his face. he doesn’t remember when the conversation went from talking about how your kids would look to discussing whether the paintings hung up on the walls on your living room speak as well. no conclusion was drawn and the whole conversation was discarded as just another silly discussion, although jake knew what to make out of it.

the way you laughed when he tickled your sides, or the giggle that danced off your lips when his lips brushed against the tips of your fingers, the rhythm your heart beat when he placed his head on your chest, holding you ever so close, the conversations you two had by just looking into each other’s eyes. jake still can’t put it in words, it’s beyond the understanding of the world. he can blather about you to the stars and beyond and they would still not know you, but jake knows that if you were to come to him with a face he had never seen and a voice ever so unfamiliar, he would still know you. you’re far too well intertwined in his soul, he feels pieces of himself disappearing every time a distant memory of you blurs in his mind.

and perhaps, the stars will go out before he forgets you.

‘i don’t know if i chose the right university to graduate from, if my major was worth the effort, if giving up on caffeine was actually good for my health. there are a lot of things i’m unsure of, but jake, my darling, you, you’re one thing i know i got right. you’re something i’d choose over and over again, over a thousand times over a thousand years in a thousand different worlds. people have their doubts but i don’t, because i know that if i’m ever given a chance, i’d choose to take your jacket again, i’d have that dance with you, i’d fall for you at nineteen and i’d marry you under twenty-five once again.’ 

there’s a sense of uncertainty that always plagued his mind, at all points of his life. even now, when he’s sitting by the counter drinking glasses after glasses, an ashtray just a few inches away with the smoke still emerging like lifeless souls looking for their graves. there’s a voice that is telling him to stop, it sounds like you, or maybe, it’s just the alcohol playing tricks again.

he’s not sure.

nineteen year old jake didn’t know if he wanted you. he had a lot on his plate— expectations from people he knew, a whole life in front of him and he was out in the wild, with no plans or whatsoever. you were like another wind blown past him one august afternoon, your smile just another thing his eyes passed by, yet the first thing to flood his mind at night. it’s the sheer lack of certitude— why did he give you his jacket? why did his mind think of only you when it came to the summer festival dance? why is it that only your eyes seemed like his entire world? jake has been walking with his steps laced with hesitation, a fear of what could go wrong. it didn’t matter when it came to you. nineteen year old jake didn’t know if he wanted you, albeit he knew he didn’t want anyone else to have you.

‘you’re probably wondering why i’m writing this instead of telling you when i had the time, or why i didn’t give this to you sooner. it’s because i want you to read this if you ever feel lost, and i wanted to take my time and choose the right words. i wished for a life where i wouldn’t have to live without you, and if i knew that would end up with heavens changing our fates, i would’ve done anything to save you from this pain.’ 

his eyes are the first to remember. the face that he once cradled in his hands, now just a figment of his memories, an illusion he sees through mirrors and turns around frantically, heart beating out of his chest, hoping you’re still here. sometimes, he sits at the bus stands and formulates your responses to everything happening around. he sighs, brushing his fingers over the wedding ring as he pictures you looking up at him with a smile, as if you’ve never been happier. the way he had felt and the way he feels— the bittersweet ache between having and wanting— your words drown him in that pain over and over again.

loving you, to jake, is like knowing you before he actually got to know you. as if you had always existed in his heart and your presence only completed the puzzle. and in that brief moment between— wrapped in your arms, he would think, how lucky i am— a pause as he snaps back to reality.

how lucky he was.

‘i know this is an impossible bargain, i cannot swap your pain for something else even though i wish i could. i cannot make you forget me so that you can live a better life. it’s a pity, a shame, i’m sorry,’ 

he furrows his brows at your words, the one about living a better life without you, it’s a lie, a hypothesis never to be true. you held him close at times he didn’t feel like himself, when his own skin disgusted him and his own thoughts told him to cut the string, you wiped his tears and accepted his pain like your own— jake sniffles above the silence in the room— how could he live, when the very person who taught him to live left him forever? 

‘so for you, jake, my love, i wish you a lifetime of happiness and health. i want you to read this and realise the impact you had in my life. if you ever feel like we got to spend a very little time together, one that went by in a blink, i want you to know that your presence is something i’d hold in my heart for a thousand lifetimes. i won’t tell you to move on quickly, it’s hard, i know. instead i want you to take your time. go easy on yourself. let me go, one by one, one finger at a time,’

he reads the same words over and over again— let me go. to let you go, oh, how he wishes he could do that, but that’s the consequence of falling in love. jake would go out in the mornings to find a purpose, his ring kept undisturbed on the bathroom counter, and he would return home in the evening, back to silence and sorrow, holding the ring in his hand, fist close to his heart, him on the bed, and the night fills with his sobs.

jake didn’t lose you all at once, but instead, he’s losing you slowly, bit by bit, over and over again. he loses you whenever he absentmindedly calls out your name from across the house, only to be met with cold silence. he walks down the street and loses you the moment he sees a couple walking past him, hands intertwined, realising his hands would forever remain empty. he loses you everytime he thinks of kissing you, holding you, wanting you; every time he sits on the couch and watch the skies pour outside, drinking hot chocolate all alone. he loses you when nights get cold and he has no one to hold, and in the morning when he wakes up to the emptiness across the sheets, he begins to lose you all over again.

it’s hard to let you go, one finger at a time, when everything prompts him to get on his knees in front of the universe and beg for one chance to pull you back in his arms, to hug you for one last time.

just once more.

‘there wasn’t a second spent with you when i wasn’t smiling. you made me the happiest person in this entire world and in return, i wish the same for you. so, go and live the life you’ve wanted to live. do everything you had planned and become the person you want to be. when your friends reach you out, go out with them and drink your heart out. you’re not alone because your love isn’t the first to leave. even worlds apart, i’m with you. i’ll be there next to your favourite umbrella hoping that you remember to take it on rainy days. on nights you can’t sleep, i’ll be there holding your hand and singing to you. one day, you’ll be fifty, and i’ll be there with you. when you turn ninety, i’ll be there and i will still love you the same as i did when we were twenty. and if you fall in love with someone and decide to take the vows again, i’ll be there with you, and i’ll be there hoping for the happily ever after that you deserve.’ 

and unknowingly, you went away making yet another promise to stay, another commitment you couldn’t keep. jake knows his love isn’t the first to leave, it stays there, waiting, weeping, wanting. it stays everywhere you’ve ever been, next to your favourite mug that is still on the shelf, next to his. his love is with your toothbrush in the bathroom, with the picture of you and him on your very first date that is adorned in the photo frame kept in the bedroom. it’s ingrained in all the post-it notes you wrote to him that he has kept safely in a box, in all the matching jewellery you had got for the two of you, in every corner of the house that cries, yearning for you. 

he could be fifty and his love would be still there, in the fading polaroids and letters torn from the corners. at ninety, his love would be still there, waiting for you, his heart aching because he wanted to get old with you by your side. his love will stay there, for a thousand lifetimes, over a thousand years. it turns out, jake is just good at sad things, waiting, holding on, remembering.

‘whatever comes forth, wherever life leads you, know that i am with you,’ 

as for your words— jake scoffs, burying his head in his hands, tears smudging between his palms and cheeks— loving someone else isn’t even an option. 

to him, you, dead, are better than anyone else alive. 

‘until we meet again.’ 

[chlorinecake]

Love On A Leash | 심재윤 𓇢𓆸

summary • You offer to dog-sit Jake’s energetic pet border collie as a means to get closer to him. But how will he react when he finds out you forgot to feed her while he was gone?

pairing • next door neighbor!jake x reader • word count • 3.6k genre next door neighbor au, fluff • warnings language, jake and reader have a minor argument, suggestive themes, kissing

YOU FELT LIKE cursing your mother for making you do this.

It was currently 7am as you stood outside your next door neighbor’s front porch with a basket of assorted muffins in hand. The gesture was supposed to be a housewarming gift on behalf of your 'humble community,' your mother tasking you with delivering the treats while she got ready for work although she was already running late.

Your dilemma had nothing to do with her act of kindness, but everything to do with the very moment your dangerously lovesick eyes landed on your new neighbor, Sim Jake.

It goes without saying that he was good-looking, and attractive guys were no more to you than kryptonite is to superman; a crippling weakness. You were already whipped for Jake as is, creating a file filled with all of the things you either learned or observed about him over the past two weeks.

You hadn't even been standing at his porch for 15 seconds before your feet struggled to stay put, tempted to abandon ship and just tell your mom that no one was home.

Maybe he won't even answer, you tried comforting yourself.

What kind of a 20 year old guy would be up this early, anyways?

The door knob twisted as a muffled yawn met your ears, the door creaking open to reveal none other than Jake himself.

He was dressed in his pajamas, sporting a severe case of bedhead that he somehow pulled off.

“Hello?” He said with a groggy yet friendly accent.

“Hi! I’m your next door neighbor's daughter, ____. Here's a welcoming gift from our family to yours,” you forced a smile, handing him the basket.

“Wow, this is really sweet of you guys,” he thanked with a toothy smile, but you stood awkwardly.

“My name is Jake, by the way," he said while giving you a handshake, trying to break the tense physical barrier.

"Glad we could finally meet," you returned, "My mom talks about your family all the time. All good things, of course."

“Yeah, apparently she and my dad knew each other in high school… but now I’m curious. How much do you know?”

“Well, I know you’re from Brisbane and recently moved here for college! Oh, and you’re a huge dog lover, especially of golden retriever’s, like the one you have? Hmm, aren’t you an athlete? I think I’ve seen you in a tracksuit befo-”

“Those are all things about me, silly, not my family,” he giggled, running a hand through his locks.

Buzz.

Jake set the basket down on the table behind him, reaching in his pocket to analyze whatever just popped up on his phone screen. You wondered if he had a girlfr-

"Hm," he hummed, taking a step back into his house.

"I should get going now. Thanks again for the gift! I hope to see you around more often.”

“Well, its not like we can really avoid each other, anyways,” you said, drawing his attention to the brief distance between your two houses.

He blushed at the realization, "Give me a break, ____, I’m not usually up this early. And for the record, Layla’s a border collie!" He exclaimed before closing the door.

Updated Mental Note: (1) Jake’s dad knew your mom in high school, (2) Jake isn’t a morning person, (3) Jake’s dog is a border collie [confirmed].

Surprisingly, that interaction wasn't nearly as painful as you expected it to be.

Jake was chill.

Attractive, yes, but somehow, you survived. Trailing back from his porch to your house, you walked inside to find your mother fastening a pair of heels around her ankles before standing up to meet you. “How do I look? Is my hair okay? Wait, tell me, what did they say about the muffins?”

“You look great, mom! And their son answered, but he said he really appreciated it.”

“Oh, that’s great,” she smiled, pulling you in for a hug. “Alright, sweetie! Duty calls! I’ll see you at dinner!”

“See ya,” you waved before closing the door.

JAKE’S DAD HAD started giving him a hard time concerning the dog. After summer, Jake was busy most of the time with soccer practice and school, and so with two working parents, it was hard to keep up with Layla’s random outbursts.

“You either find someone to watch her or she’s going to the pound!” His dad scowled while picking up a few pillows that Layla chewed holes into. “She’s been with us for years, and even now after the move, Dad! We can’t just give her up for acting like a dog! She’s getting used to this change, too,” Jake argued back while sweeping up a pile of kibble she knocked over.

“I hear what you’re saying, but make sure you consider what I’ve said. I’m not sure how much longer your mother and I can take this.”

A few minutes after their conversation, Jake decided to go and play catch with Layla in the front yard.

“Come here girl, come here! Stop? Sit? Good doggy,” he praised, ruffling the fur on her back before giving her a treat. You were walking home from the bus stop when Jake pointed to one of the tennis balls Layla forget to fetch which you ended up tripping over, the books you were carrying now joining you on the pavement.

“Oh my gosh, are you okay!?” Jake said running over to you.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you spoke for your physical being as emotionally, you were an embarrassed wreck.

He helped you gather your textbooks and journals, “You’ll probably wanna put these in here.” He smiled, handing you the bag he used to carry Layla’s outdoor toys.

“No really, it’s alright, Jake. I should’ve brought my backpack with me.”

“No, I insist. Think if it as payment for the muffins,” he encouraged, neatly putting the books in the bag before tying it closed. Layla was busy bouncing around the two of you, trying to get Jake’s attention. A glint of playfulness sparkled in his eyes.

“Wanna try throwing the ball?”

“I’m not sure if that’s a good idea. Last time I tried something like that, I ended up having to replace a few things I could hardly afford.” Jake laughed at your honesty, taking your hand in his before closing your fingers around the ball. “Just give it a shot. Prove me wrong,” he winked.

You looked down bashfully, giving in while warming up your shoulders, “You might wanna stand back a bit unless you like getting hit in the balls.”

He giggled again, walking back a few steps, “You’re being too hard on yourself, silly! Just throw it!”

Taking a deep breath, you launched the tennis ball an impressive distance away from you, the excited cream dog chasing after it. “Holy shit! You’ve got the arm of a pro, ____!” Jake exclaimed, giving you a high five.

“Now, when she comes back, you give her this treat.” “With my hand?” “Of course! Don’t worry, she doesn’t bite the hand that feeds her.”

In a matter of seconds, Layla was already running back to you, dropping the drool-covered ball from her mouth before eating the dog biscuits from your hand, the texture of her tongue tickling your palm. “Good girl,” Jake chirped as he met you and Layla on the ground.

“How’d you come up with her name?”

“Layla? Hmm. I’ve never had someone ask me that before,” he admitted, moving to sit crisscross applesauce. “Let’s see… when I was a kid, my inspiration was pretty corny.”

“Corny can be cute sometimes,” you smiled.

“Well, when my family adopted her, she didn’t have a name yet. One of my favorite songs back then was Eric Clapton’s “Layla,” so I figured that’s what she’d be called.”

“Aww! That’s adorable!”

“You probably think everything I do is adorable.”

It was like a cat caught your tongue, leaving you speechless at his comment.

“Kidding,” he smiled, nudging your shoulder before a sad look waved over his features.

“What’s wrong?”

He sighed, “It’s my dad. He wants me to get rid of Layla.”

“But why? Isn’t she like family to you?”

“That’s exactly what I told him! But he thinks she’s only become a burden now that I’m not around as much,” he frowned, watching Layla chase herself around a tree. “The pound’s not a place for a dog like Layla.”

You sat in thought, thinking of ways to comfort Jake that didn’t involve touching him. Then it hit you.

“I can dog-sit her for you.”

His eyes widened in shock at your offer, resembling a cute puppy, “You'd seriously do that for me? Do you have experience?”

“Obviously,” you scoffed dishonestly, “look how comfortable we are with each other. I’m a natural at this.”

“Wow, I really appreciate this. I’ll pay you fifteen dollars per hour starting tomorrow from 11am to 3pm, and then-“

“Jake, I don’t want your money," you giggled, not even realizing that your hand rested on his exposed thigh, "I just wanna help.”

He smiled, “Okay, then. But if you ever feel like backing out, don't hesitate to let me know! Trust me, I won't be disappointed, Layla can be a handful.”

“Gotchya,” you replied, tossing another tennis ball for his dog to fetch, “How should I contact you?”

“Uhhh, I’ll just give you my phone number. Do you have a pen with you?”

“Yeah, right here,” you said, handing him the pen from your pocket.

Jake wrote his number on your wrist. “Perfect,” he chirped, rubbing a thumb over the writings.

“I’ll text you my schedule and everything once I hear from you again, see you around, neighbor!”

“See you!” You returned, both of you going back to your respective houses, the bliss of each other still fresh on your faces.

TO YOUR LUCK, your first day as a dog-sitter was going swimmingly well so far. Jake outlined a simple list of things for you to follow while he was away, tasks ranging from dog-walks to bathroom breaks making up most of the next few hours of your day.

Before Jake left, all you could remember was him saying something about a bag of dog food either in the fridge or pantry, but you were too distracted by the grey sweatpants he wore to successfully pay attention. So, you improvised by intuition.

What would I eat if I was a dog, you asked yourself, searching for any cooked proteins in Jake's fridge, only to find a pack of bacon bits.

Hmm, this could work.

Layla was waiting for her meal patiently by her empty feeding bowl as you moved to explore the pantry, pulling out a few marshmallows and graham crackers to add to the mix. Pouring the contents into her bowl, you gave her a few head scratches before she dove in, munching up every last bite.

"Looks like I've created a culinary masterpiece," you smiled, "I'll call it "____'s Canine Trail Mix," approved by the likes of Sim Layla and many more."

JAKE SHOWED UP about twenty minutes later, greeting you before asking about Layla.

"Everything went great," you beamed, taking him to the couch she laid tiredly on.

“What’s wrong with her? Did she just wake up from a nap?”

“I don't know, I just got out of the bathroom.”

“Did you walk her?”

“Of course, for two hours like you said.”

“Hmm. Did she play with her toys at all?”

“A little bit, but she didn’t seem interested after eating."

“Maybe you gave her too much food. How many scoops of kibble did she get?”

“What?" You asked, initially confused at the mentioning of kibble until you remembered what Jake was trying to tell you before he left: Layla gets 2 scoops of kibble for lunch with a few sausages from the fridge.

“How much food did you give Layla?” He repeated.

“Jake.”

“What?”

“I forgot to feed her.”

His jaw dropped, “You’re joking.”

"Well, I did feed her, but I forgot about the kibble. I gave her a bowl of bacon bits, graham crackers, and marshmallows instead."

Jake paced back and forth, running a frustrated hand through his hair, "What kind of a person with 'dog experience' decides to feed them marshmallows of all things? A whole ass bowl full?”

"I'm not following," you admitted timidly.

"Connect the dots, would ya?" He spat, trying to control his breathing.

"How was I supposed to know dogs can’t eat marshmallows?"

"Dog's don't eat common human foods, ____, that’s a no-brainer! I thought you said you had experience with this kind of thing," he frowned, meeting Layla on the couch to comfort her aching state.

You kept your distance from him, "I lied to you, Jake. I’m an amateur when it comes to this stuff."

He scoffed disappointedly, "Why would you lie about something like that, ____?"

"I- I just…I wanted to help you! You seemed really upset about the whole thing with your dad and I- it felt like the right thing to do at the time.”

"Well, for future reference, lying never helps."

You swallowed the dryness that grew in your throat, "I’m really sorry, Jake. Is there anything that I can do to help? Maybe get her some medicine?"

"No, ____, you’ve done enough already. I’ll see you around."

You couldn’t think of anything else to say, so you simply grabbed your things and walked towards the door, the sounds of Layla's guttural wrenching making you cringe in shame and disgust.

Updated mental note: (1) Dogs can’t eat marshmallows, (2) Lying never fixes situations, (3) Jake probably hates you now [pending confirmation]

IT WAS A few days after the dog-sitting situation when you were studying on your front lawn, completely mesmerized by the view of Jake as he worked out in his garage. You felt guilty for ogling after everything that happened, but you couldn't fight your hormonally induced urges.

He was pushing out his third set of bench presses, fluffy brown hair framing his cheekbones. He screwed his eyes shut from the intensity, biting his lower lip as he tried to push through the resistance of his fatigue arms.

He glanced over quickly as sweat started to drip in his eyes. You stared back at him like a deer in the headlights at the realization that you’d been caught peeking. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you, struggling to handle the weight. “__-____?!” He stuttered your name breathlessly, losing his grip. “JAKE!”

You ran faster than your legs have ever carried you, adrenaline kicking in as you slid the left weight off of the rod, jumping onto his lap to avoid the iron disc from smashing your foot. “Ugh,” he groaned in relief as you reached to slide the other weight off, unintentionally pressing yourself into him.

That sound might replay in your mind forever.

Gripping the rod in your hand, you looked down to see both your own and Jake’s veiny hands holding onto the pole for dear life. Then you looked down, realizing that you were sitting straight on his bulge.

“Oh my God, sorry!” You yelped, leaping off of his sweaty frame. He giggled at your apology, feeling embarrassed himself but for different reasons.

“It’s alright, ____, you probably just saved my life there,” he said, now sitting up on the bench. He gave you a look before continuing. “Why were you stalking me?”

“Me? I-“

“I’m not upset, or anything. Did you wanna tell me something?”

“No, I was just… I didn’t mean to-"

Layla's barking from inside the house cut you off mid sentence. You were just now noticing the pink paint stains on his shirt, a few drops decorating the private area of his sweatpants.

Similarly to a puppy, Jake forgot all about what you were just talking about, getting up to fix the equipment. “You’re really fast, y’know? What other secret athletic talents do you have?”

You smiled awkwardly, “Well, if you ever tried tickling me, I might become a professional kickboxer.”

Jake laughed at your joke like he always did. You swore that if he blessed your ears with his beautiful laugh one more time, you might explode.

“Maybe you should spot me sometime,” he said, fastening the ring weight back on the rod.

Your eyes fell to the paint stains on his paints. “I’m sorry?”

“Spot me. Like when I’m weightlifting. You seem pretty keen to watching out for me, anyways.”

You could feel heat rushing through every part of your body. “Of course, anything for a neighbor,” you smiled, trying to redirect his flirting for the sake of your own existence.

Layla barked even louder this time, Jake sighing before heading to his garage door. For some reason you followed him, but he didn’t seem to mind. “I’m washing white clothes, so if you have anything light colored on, throw it in the machine,” Jake’s mom yelled from the kitchen at the sound of him entering the house.

“Alright,” he called back, taking off his sweaty white t-shirt and tossing it into the washer. He reached over to press a few buttons on the machine, the muscles in his arm flexing with each movement. He trailed from the washroom, you still following closely behind.

“It’s a maze in here,” you said, marveling at how big his house was.

“I feel the same way sometimes,” he giggled, taking your hand in his to guide you. 

You just remembered that he came in here to look for Layla, so you listened out, trying to help him find her.

“Oh,” you said, stopping Jake in his tracks as you pointed to a four legged shadow running around underneath a closed door, “she’s right here.”

He turned, “What? How’d she get in my bedroom?” Jake walked towards the door, twisting the handle to reveal Layla chasing her tail in a circle.

“You’re so silly, Layla,” he smiled, running a hand through her thick blonde fur. “She’s doing such much better now,” you commented, meeting Jake and his dog on the floor.

“Yeah, she was totally fine after getting that stuff out of her system. Don't worry, though, she told me she forgives you," he smiled.

"And what about you?"

"Of course, ____. I don't think I could over hold a grudge against you."

Layla hopped on your lap, licking at your hands. You would’ve been grossed out if it wasn’t Jake’s dog. Her tongue tickled your palms as she panted in excitement, “I wish I had this much energy on a daily basis,” you beamed, Jake returning a grin himself.

“I think she just really likes you,” he replied. “With all of those kisses, you must taste pretty nice.”

“Maybe you’ll have to try sometime,” you said, not even realizing how suggestive your comment was. Jake grabbed a random tennis ball from the floor before tossing it out of the room, “Go fetch,” he ordered, Layla chasing after the ball.

A sparkle twinkled in his eye before he lead your face towards his by your chin. He noticed that you looked nervous, but decided to take his chances and kiss you anyway, all of your nerves melting away at the softness of his lips. You felt his hand grip at the side of your neck, tilting his head to deepen the kiss.

Kicking your foot, you closed the door slightly, falling on your back for him to take the lead. His lips broke from yours with a pop as your cold hands snuck around his bare waist. He hummed at the feeling, leaning in to kiss down your neck.

His breath was so hot against your skin, sweet sounds escaping your mouth from all the action. That’s when you two heard Layla trailing back to his room, returning to the positions you were sat in before Layla left. She barged through the door, slobbery tennis ball between her jaws as she dropped before Jake. “Good girl,” he cheered, fluffing at her fur.

You felt the aftermath of your kiss like a wave, exhausting yet refreshing.

You felt Jake.

His kiss was like water, crashing and roaring, yet emotional and gentle. You couldn’t tell, but he still felt a wave that hit him, too.

He felt you.

Your hands modest and shy, yet your lips eager and passionate. 

Layla barked for what sounded like her loudest one thus far. “I’ve gotta go walk Layla,” Jake said, sounding happy yet simultaneously like he’d rather be doing something else. Fastening a leash around Layla's collar, he trailed out of his room. You reached on his dresser and grabbed a shirt for him to wear on his way out.

His mom was no longer in the kitchen, but you decided to be polite anyways. “Bye, Mrs. Sim!” You could hear her returning the salutation from some part of the maze-like house, making your heart feel warm. Jake walked through garage and stopped at the driveway, having locked all the doors before exiting the house.

“Thanks for stopping by, ____,” he smiled, flashing you a look so intense, you might fall over. “Anytime,” you returned, handing him the shirt you’d been carrying. You don’t know when it happened, but you didn’t feel awkward in front of his shirtless frame anymore. “Aww,” he giggled, “I didn’t even realize I was still shirtless.”

He was so puppy-like that you couldn't help but adore him. Layla starting running, Jake loosing grip of her leash while distracted by you. “Layla!” He called after her before running to catch up himself.

“I gotta go now. Bye, ____!” He yelled as he ran after his excited dog. “Bye, Jake,” you called out while waving, even though he didn’t see you.

You walked back to your house, talking your shoes off at the front door before heading upstairs to your bedroom. You knew you didn’t wanna leave Jake's side yet, but you had other things to work on at home in the meantime.

Things like sharing with your diary that you and Sim Jake just kissed.

𐂯‎ This piece was created to mark TODAY, my official first month on as a Tumblr creator!!!! Thank you all so much for reading this piece! Hopefully you enjoyed it as much as I did writing it :3

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👁️‍🗨️Laced with Love ~ Jake ff (18+)

a.n: this is the second part of this series: part one

👁️‍🗨️pairing: Yandere Jake!bf x Reader!gf [ft. Nicholas &TEAM] | 👁️‍🗨️wc: 7.8k | 👁️‍🗨️summary: After finding out that you've been lying to him, this mini-vacation becomes a waiting game...what do you say? what do you do? |👁️‍🗨️cw: 🔞MDNI!! breast fondling, unprotected sex, oral sex f. receiving, overstimulation, physical abuse, mental abuse, drugging, cheating, swearing, profanity, mentions of suicide, character death 𝑆𝑚𝑢𝑡 𝑆𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝐻𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑤／𝐹𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝐸𝑚𝑜𝑗𝑖❤️‍🔥

previouslyજ⁀➴₊⊹:

You met your new boyfriend, Jake on your way home from work one day. The two of you made things official on a mall date, where Jake told you that he wished for you to be his girlfriend. An offer you happily accepted. After saving you from danger twice, your love for Jake increased. Not only was he sweet and caring, but you knew he'd do anything to protect you. That was until an unfortunate turn of events turned a little after-work drink into a make-out session between you and your manager. Jake caught the two of you kissing and was livid. You followed him to his truck to apologize.

However, Jake's forgiveness came with a cost, his sanity. Jake became abusive, controlling, and obsessive with you, he even told you to quit working your current job--which you most certainly did NOT do. Luckily, this abusive stage subsided and Jake returned to his sweet self. But, when Jake went to surprise you at work the day before your vacation just to find out that you had been lying to him for months he became enraged. He did a good job of hiding his true feelings in order to get you all to himself in a secluded area. Now you were on your way into a potential death trap...

present dayજ⁀➴₊⊹:

"How was work?" Sunghoon asked as you and Jake walked through the door. Just from looking at his wet hair, plain black tee, and sweatpants, you could tell that he had just finished showering.

"It was pretty good. Just busy as usual," you smiled before grabbing Jake's hand. He gently placed a kiss on your forehead.

"I'm so excited about our date," Jake smiled. "Me too," you replied.

"Where's Jay?" Jake asked as he walked to the fridge, pulling out a cold bottle of water.

"He's working overtime at the bar," Sunghoon said flicking his wet hair out of his face.

"Hmm. Well, do you think he'll be home before we leave?" Jake continued, screwing the bottle cap off.

"Before you leave? I thought you were leaving tomorrow morning," Sunghoon turned to face the two of you in the kitchen.

"Yeah, we were. But I wanna get there as early as possible so we can have the whole day together," Jake said before sipping the cold water.

"Oh...well then I'm not sure."

"Ehh that's alright. I just wanted to see him before we left. But we won't be gone for too long anyways. Right Y/N?"

"Yeah," you nodded as the two boys exchanged a few more words.

You followed Jake to your shared bedroom to pack up your things. Luckily, you packed ahead and just had to put together a bag for the last-minute items. Without the worry of checked luggage at the airport you felt free to pack whatever you felt like you needed.

"Hey, Jake," you called out.

"What's up, babe?"

"I'm gonna go take a quick shower before we go, okay."

"Alright, you don't have to rush. I think I want to try and wait for Jay to get here," Jake said as you picked up your clothes.

"Okay," you smiled before heading to the shower.

While you were in the shower, Jake packed another bag for himself. Though Jake was putting on a sweet front, he was burning up on the inside. *I wonder if this is the only thing she's lying about* Jake thought to himself.

After your shower, you headed to the laundry room and spotted Jake and Sunghoon playing the game on the couch. You were pretty tired from working all day so you just walked over to rest your head on Jake's lap.

You watched them play for a bit before slowly drifting off to sleep.

It felt as if you'd only been asleep for a few minutes before you woke up to a loud crashing sound. You almost jumped out of your skin when you looked around to see you were alone on the couch.

You lept up and quickly ran to your room to find Jake destroying his desk. "Jake?! What are you doing?" you asked, frantically. You looked around to see a hole punched into the wall, decorated with small speckles of blood.

"Did you really think I wouldn't find out?" he shot you a cold stare as you stood perplexed in the door frame. You looked down to see his bruised-bloody knuckles that were tinted red as he gripped the pair of back of the chair.

"Find out about what Jake?"

"Find out that you've been lying to me for the past few months. You never planned on quitting that damn job, did you?"

"J-Jake," you stumbled on your words trying to think of the right thing to say. "I was going to tell you," you spat frantically.

You hadn't seen this violent side of Jake for months and it felt like everything was coming back to you all at once.

You watched as his devilish figure slowly approached you, releasing his tight grip on the chair. His body was slightly hunched over as if he were in a drunken daze. It felt as though you could feel a burning heat emiting from his body as he drew near.

You were petrified, completely frozen in fear. Not a single word escaped your mouth as Jake wrapped his bruised hands around your throat. Tears rolled down your cheeks as you felt your chest tightening from the loss of oxygen. You could feel the air leaving your body as you began fighting for air. Jake's bloodshot eyes never broke contact with yours.

"I wanna watch you die," he muttered coldy as his voice faded into the dark abyss that encompassed your surroundings. "Jake~" you cried weakly as you gripped onto his arms. His face was the last thing you saw before the darkness consumed everything.

After what felt like seconds, your eyes shot open and you gasped for air.

"It's okay, baby. I'm here. It was just a dream," you heard Jake say calmly, pulling you out of the darkness. You fell into Jake's arms as you realized that it was all just one horrible nightmare. And thank god for that.

You looked over to see Sunghoon sitting next to Jake with a puzzled expression. "Damn. That must've been one hell of a dream," Sunghoon said looking at the sweat beads that laced your hairline. "What was it about anyways?"

"I-umm...I don't remember," you lied. You could vividly remember every second of every minute in that nightmare. The way Jake looked at you with his dark, souless eyes as he drained every last ounce of breath from your lungs.

"Hey guys," Jay said walking through the door. His sudden entrance pulled you out of your thoughts. "I hope you guys weren't waiting for me," he chuckled as he placed his keys on the hook near the front door.

"Of course we were," Jake said before standing up and walking over to Jay. "We wanted to see you before we leave tonight."

"Tonight?" Jay's eyes widened at his words. "I thought you were leaving in the morning."

"We were, but I don't want to waste a whole day traveling," Jake laughed before wrapping an arm around Jay's shoulder.

"Well, let's all share one celebratory beer before you depart on your romantic adventure," Jay chuckled.

"I think that's a great idea," Jake smiled. You watched as the two of them walked to the kitchen to grab a beer for everyone.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Sunghoons voice took your eyes off of Jake.

"Yeah...why?" you asked suspiciously.

"It's just that Jake had walked away while you were sleeping and I saw you started crying...you also said Jake's name...kinda like you were scared of him or something. I Just want to make sure everything's okay before you run off alone with him," Sunghoon said with a worried look on his face.

"Oh...yeah. Well it was just a silly dream. And Jake has been pretty chill lately so I think I'm good," you hesitantly replied, rubbing your hands together.

"Alright...I'm just making sure. But if you feel unsafe at any time out there call me okay," Sunghoon reached for your shoulder. "You know I'll be there for you," he smiled comfortingly.

Sunghoon was the one person who actually witnessed the monster Jake could really be. Every now and then he would ask about how you were doing and if Jake had tried anything else. And for the most part you were honest with him.

You weren't the slightest bit afraid of Jake anymore, but you now felt like you either needed to confess that you were still working your old job or quit and take that secret to the grave.

Jake walked up behind you, surprising you by placing the cold bottle against your neck. "AH! Jake!" you giggled as he handed you a glass bottle of soda. He knew you weren't the biggest fan of beer so he always kept a root beer an hand just for you.

"To a good time and safe travels for my boy and his girl," Jay huffed raising his bottle.

"To love and many more beautiful moments with my amazing girlfriend," Jake said following the same gesture as Jay.

"To a speedy return in good health," Sunghoon said, raising his bottle.

You didn't really know what to say so you just said the first thing that came to your head, "To root beer," you smiled awkwardly making them all laugh before clinking their bottles together after a harmonious "Cheers!"

☆Now Playing: Compass - The Neighborhood☆ 01:25 ━━━━●───── 02:54 ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮

It wasn't long after that moment that you and Jake hugged the boys before packing up the truck. And just like that, you and Jake were on the road on your way to a beautiful vacation to celebrate your 6 months together.

You watched as the highway lights whipped pass your eyes which were replaced by the soft glow from the stars as you entered a more rural area.

Eventually, you fell asleep to the ambient hum of the vehicle coupled with the soft music that Jake played from his phone that connected to the trucks bluetooth stereo. You slept for the majority of the ride, what woke you was the sound of the door slamming as Jake left to go to the resort's check-in desk.

You watched, half-asleep, as Jake spoke with the man at the front desk before returning with two key cards and a label to hang on the rearview mirror. Apparently, Jake had been driving for 6 hours before you reached Aurora Lakeview Resort & Spa. It was a beautiful environment that had been seasonally decorated for Christmas. There was also a lake that hadn't quiet frozen yet, but you could assume that it was very cold, given the current temperature.

Jake drove you into the lower level parking garage for your designated building. You noticed a pattern with the 9 residential complexes as you and Jake drove around, each had been named after one of the planets in the solar system. Being that you were staying in the ninth condominium, Pluto was the name of your building. Another thing to note were the different animal statues that stood outside of each entrance and exit. The sight of two daunting barn owls statues gaurded the entrance.

"Alright, we're here," Jake chimed as he took the keys out of the ignition. "I'm gonna go grab a cart real quick. You just sit here until I get back okay," Jake said before leaving you in the truck. You rolled down a window and took in a deep breath that was tainted with the aroma of pine and rainwater. The gentle sound of crickets filled your ears as you leaned back in your seat.

Jake soon returned and immediately headed to the trunk, loading all of your belongings onto the luggage cart. You climbed out of the truck, making sure not to forget your purse that held your phone and other little nicknacks. You slung it over your shoulder and followed Jake as he walked to through the sliding double doors toward the gold elevator.

[ Doors opening, Floor one ] the automated female voice said as the elevator opened. Jake reached to click the button labeled 8 as the two of you entered the metalic chamber.

[ Doors closing, Going up ] Interestingly enough, the inside was just as decorative as the outside of the building.

[ Doors opening, Floor eight ] the voice chimed again as the doors slid open. "We're in room 826 which should be...right...down this hall," Jake said as he manuvered the luggage cart. You skipped ahead of him to swipe the keycard and unlock the door for him.

The room followed a modern theme featuring a variety of shades of black and grey with gold accents. Jake pulled your forehead to his lips. "I'm gonna go shower before joining you in bed. Just let me put this stuff in our room, okay," Jake said before walking through the sliding barn door that hid your bedroom.

Instead of changing into pajamas, you opted for sleeping in your t-shirt and panties. You started to doze off as Jake ran the water in the bathroom. As you closed your eyes, that nightmare flashed through your mind. You still hadn't decided what you were gonna do about your dirty little secret. You couldn't deny that living a double life wasn't as easy as you thought. You were always afraid that one day he might catch you sneaking down the street, just the thought of that coupled with flashes from your horrible nightmare sent chills down your spine.

*Squeak Squeak*

The sound of Jake turning off the water pierced through your mind. You listened as he shuffled around the bathroom before leaving shorty after. You pretended to be asleep as Jake entered the room.

Hair, slightly damp.

Skin, soft and dewy.

Jake climbed in bed behind you. You felt his warm arms wrap around you as he scooted closer to your frame, encapsulating your body in his. He reached his hand under your shirt and cupped one of your tits in his hand before falling asleep himself.

Jake was battling with some demons himself. He loved you and that's why your lies hurt him so badly. He felt that your heart belonged to him and no one else. Jake knew that there wasn't anything he wouldn't do to make you happy. But he was still very upset about the double-life situation. What if you kept that job just to keep seeing Heeseung? Jake couldn't be sure about anything except for the fact that you'd been lying to him. However, before Jake did anything else...he wanted to make sure that was the only thing you were hiding from him.

You woke up to see Jake's hand still nestled between your breasts. Before you could move his hand, Jake began to wake up at your sudden movements. "Ngh, good morning," Jake groaned, giving your tit a gentle squeeze.

"G'morning, Jake," you smiled as you turned to face him. He caressed your face before leaning in to kiss your lips.

❤️‍🔥

Jake climbed on top of you closing you in underneath his strong frame. He leaned in to kiss your neck before rolling up your shirt to expose you uncovered breasts. He squeezed one in his hand while he kissed on the other. You began to play with Jake's hair, encouraging him to continue. Just the touch of your hands got him even more excited as he moved down to remove your panties.

Lifting your legs over his shoulders and locking them in place with his arms, Jake nestled himself between your thighs. He pressed his lips against your folds, kissing and sucking on the outer part before delving his tongue in your pussy. You moaned as he worked his textured tongue between your wet walls causing more slime to coat the insides. You lifted your chest up and down as you gripped onto his head, pulling him deeper into you.

He could tell that you wanted more as your pussy throbbed against his tongue. He released his grip and climbed on top of you. You legs wrapped around him as he started to stretch your pussy. He used two fingers to prepare you for his thick girth before gliding it between your sticky lips.

Your wetness coated the his dick with ease as you were dripping in your own fluids. Your pussy was craving his cock and he knew it especially when you moaned after he slapped your pussy. You heard your pussy squelch as he entered you slowly. You felt every inch travel deeper into you.

Once you adjusted to his size, Jake began to thrust long, deep, slow strokes. You could feel him jamming himself against your g-spot causing you to moan in pleasure. "You like that don't you baby," Jake nibbled on your ear. You hummed in response to his sensual touch.

Your back arched as you fought to climax. Jake was fucking you good, but you weren't ready to cum just yet. You wanted this feeling to last a little longer. So you pushed away, causing his dick to slip out of your wet pussy. "Wait, I'm not ready to cum yet, Jake," you whined as you looked at your boyfriend's confused face.

Ignoring your comment, Jake slammed himself back into you. "I'm gonna make you cum all over me, baby," he said against your neck as you heaved your chest up and down. "J-Jake, I c-can't! Ugh, fuck," you panted breathlessly. "That's it, baby," Jake said before picking up the speed of his thrusts. You moaned as Jake helped you ride out your high.

❤️‍🔥

"So what else do you want to do today?" you hummed against his lips.

"Besides you?"

"Yes, Jake. Besides me," you giggled.

"Hmm. Well, I figured it would be agood way to unwind after going hiking."

"Hiking?"

“Yeah. They have a beautiful scenic mountain trail,” Jake said ruffling his hair before walking to the bathroom. “You coming?”

“Where?”

“In the bathroom silly,” Jake chuckled as he placed his hand on the door.

“Umm—“ “You better hurry *giggle* the door’s closing and it won’t open again until I’m done,” Jake began slowly closing the door.

You kept out of bed and rushed to the door. But upon you reaching it, Jake tried closing it faster, but u stopped the door with your foot. Jake chuckled softly at your cuteness.

“You’re so crazy. What I slammed the door on your foot? Then what huh?”

“I know you wouldn’t do that,” you said squeezing past your shirtless boyfriend and casually sitting on the countertop with one leg folded inward.

Jake locked the door before walking towards you, locking you under his figure as he leaned his nose into your neck, leaving behind a small kiss on your exposed skin. You pulled his head in for more. You couldn’t deny that sometimes Jake’s touch was addictive and you often craved more than he gave.

“Uh uh,” Jake said flicking your lips. “We’ve got a lot of things planned today. We can’t spend every bit of energy fucking each other’s brains out,” Jake reached over to grab his toothbrush. “Just know that the next time we do, you’ll be the one bouncing up and down on my dick. And I’ll be gripping onto that perfect little ass of yours,” Jake said before squeezing your ass in his hand. “Just like that,” he smirked.

The two of you took your time getting dressed for your day of hiking. Honestly you weren’t the biggest fan of hiking, but Jake had a way of making anything fun.

Before leaving you went to go check your phone for any missed messages.

[ 4 unread messages : Sunghoon :P ]…

You opened the message app on your phone to read Sunghoon’s texts.

Hey just checking to see if you made it

Delivered 4:26am

Good morning y/n

I assume u got there safely and just blacked out…you seemed pretty exhausted before you left

Just don’t forget what I told you yesterday okay

Delivered 8:49am

You quickly replied to his messages.

Yeah we made it here sometime early this morning

Ur right lol I was super tired and crashed as soon as we walked in

Me and Jake r going out rn…but u don’t have to worry about me

I’m gonna be okay 😊

Sent 9:38am…

“Babe! You coming?” You heard Jake call out from the living room.

“Yeah. I’m just grabbing my bag,” you replied before tucking your phone into your purse and walking out.

“If you want we can pick up some breakfast before we go. They shut it down at 10. We’ll make it if we hurry,” Jake smiled.

“Yeah, let’s do that,” you said before following your boyfriend to the elevators.

The once scary looking owl statues looked a little less creepy now that the sun was up. You hopped into Jake’s truck that he drove up the hill’s twisty road that lead back to the main building.

The Aurora Lakeside Sun and Moon welcome center had little signs with labeled arrows pointing in all directions.

“Good morning,” the lady at the desk beamed as you both walked by.

“Good morning,” you both replied in unison.

You held Jake’s hand as he walked you to the dining hall. There was still some food out so you both prepared yourselves a plate and got some coffee before sitting down.

*Zzt Zzt*

Your phone buzzed in your bag.

[ 3 unread messages : Sunghoon :P ]…

Read 9:43am

I know ur gonna be okay but I still worry yk

What I saw that day was really bad and u know it

Idc what his reasons were…that wasn’t ok

Delivered 9:45am

“Who’s that?” Jake asked scooping up a spoon of warm oatmeal into his mouth.

“Oh it’s just Sunghoon. He’s asking if we made it,” you replied.

“Hmm okay. I don’t know why he’s asking you when I already told him we made it. I even sent a pic…”

“Well he was checking on me too…wondering if I had anymore night terrors,” you chuckled trying to lighten the mood.

“Oh yeah. You woke up cold and sweating. I’ve never seen that before. What happened anyway?”

“Nothing…I can’t even remember,” you lied before taking a bite of the slice of cinnamon toast.

“Hmm alright. Well, I’m almost finished so I’m gonna go grab a nap from the front desk,” Jake said as he stood up. “The dirty dishes go over on that table okay,” he continued, pointing to the table across the room with dishes stacked up.

“Okay,” you nodded as he walked off.

Now that you were alone, you took the time to reply to Sunghoon.

Ik ik but he hasn’t done anything like that again

Thanks for checking on me but I’m fine

I’ll text you later tonight ok

See ya

Sent 9:50am

Read 9:50

Typing…

You waited for him to reply.

Ok…bye

Delivered 9:51am

You tucked your phone back into your purse before getting up to carry your dirty dishes to the designated table.

“Alright I got everything. You ready?” Jake asked meeting you at the exit. “Yup,” you smiled.

Jake drove for about 8 minutes before the two of you reached the starting point for the 4 mile hike.

After checking in you both proceeded on the path. It really was beautiful. Lots of leaves had changed color and created a soothing atmosphere. You enjoyed seeing the occasional bunny cross your path and the soft bird sounds in the distance.

You had pulled your phone out to take a few pictures of the beautiful area and a few pictures with you and Jake too. After reaching the two mile arch you saw a large deer up the trail.

“Jake look,” you whisper-yelled, pointing to the majestic creature that stood feet away from you.

“Let’s get a little closer,” he whispered back.

Eager, you slowly crept forward, but the sound of leaves cracking under your foot started the animal. Both you and the deer froze maintaining eye contact and shared emotions of wonder and fear.

Jake walked up behind you to try and get you out of the deer’s way, but once the deer sensed another presence he reared back and Jake tackled you to the ground, knocking your phone out of your hand. The deer trampled down the trail, leaping into the depth of the forest.

“Are you okay?” Jake asked hovering over you.

“Yeah, I’m okay. I just dropped my phone. It fell down there,” you said pointing to the small cliff your phone tumbled down.

“Damn…I’ll go get it. You stay here,” Jake said before climbing off of you.

“Be careful,” you shouted as he walked down the hill.

You watched as he looked around for a few minutes “I don’t see it!” He shouted.

“You sure?”

“Yeah—wait…nevermind that’s just an old soda can,” he shrugged.

“Aww,” you sighed.

“Don’t worry. You can use my phone. We’ll come back out tomorrow with flashlights,” he said, dusting his pants off.

“Okay…well let’s finish our walk,” said disappointedly.

You and Jake walked for one more mile before you started getting a little tired.

“Jake can we take a break?”

“How about you follow me down here? I promise after that we can take a break,” Jake said grabbing both of your hands.

Exhausted, but desperate for some relief you followed your boyfriend down the alternative path.

“Where exactly are we going?” You sighed.

“You’ll see,” Jake smiled.

Within a few minutes you reached a set of stairs that led to a small building. It was a gondola station.

"What? I didn't know they had this here," you exclaimed, looking around to see the string of cable carts leading off into the distance.

"I got a map remember," Jake smiled waving the folded peice of paper in your face. "I knew you'd get tired," he giggled. "Plus, how else were we supposed to go back down?"

You playfully pushed Jake's arm before walking with him to the entrance of the warm building. Even though you made sure to layer up, you were still a bit cold.

"Two tickets, please," Jake said to the elderly ticketmaster that handed him two bright red tickets.

"Do you want some cocoa?" Jake asked, looking at your cherry tinted nose.

"Yea," you smiled before rubbing your hands together and cupping your cheeks.

"Okay, let's go," Jake said, shaking your shoulders before wrapping his arms around you from behind.

You walked with him over to a food stand. You saw all sorts of warm tasty treats and the warmth emitting from the glass shelf reheated your frozen fingers.

Jake held you close to him and ordered two hot cocoas and a box of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies.

After the two of you made it back to the resort, you both went out for massages at the spa. When the two of you finished, you headed back to the room and remembered that you were supposed to call Sunghoon.

"Jake. Can I use your phone to call Sunghoon?" you asked as you slipped into you pajamas.

"Sure, babe. Actually, I kinda want to talk to him too. I'll put it on speaker," Jake said as he pulled out his phone and dialed Sunghoon.

*Boop Boop*

The two of you waited in silence as the phone rang.

"Hello~," Sunghoon said in a sing-songy voice.

"Hey, Hoon. What's up?" Jake asked as you sat next to him.

"Nothing much...just out with Jay. We went to the club for a few drinks," Sunghoon replied.

"Really? I don't hear any music."

"Yeah, that's because I stepped outside to answer. By the way, is Y/N with you? I've texted her like 5 times and she hasn't responded. Is she alright?"

"Yeah, she's fine. We lost her phone earlier so she's been using mine. She's actually the one who wanted to call you," Jake said before holding the phone closer to your face.

"Hey, Sunghoon."

"Hey," Sunghoon said with a slight sigh. "It's good to hear your voice," he continued. "I hope you guys are having fun out there."

"Oh, we are. This morning we had breakfast before going out on a hike--"

"A hike? I thought you hated long walks."

"I do, but it was actually really fun. I saw so many bunnies and even a deer...that's actually when I dropped my phone," you chuckled softly.

"Yeah, I pushed her out of the way and the phone fell out of her hand. Then I went down to look for it, but we couldn't find it. We're gonna go back out tomorrow and look for it when it's brighter," Jake added.

"Hmm, okay. Well, I hope you guys find it before some woodland creatures hack into her socials," Sunghoon giggled.

"That would be kinda cute though," you giggled back. "Oh, I almost forgot. Jake also took me on a gondola and we had hot cocoa and cookies."

"Her nose was soooo red, I knew she needed something warm to drink. I'm surprised I didn't pack anything. It's pretty cold out here."

"Well, just make sure you two stay warm. It's supposed to get even colder over there tonight."

"We will. We're probably gonna be going to bed soon anyways. It's getting pretty late."

"Yeah, you're right. And Jay's probably looking for me now," Sunghoon chuckled. "See ya later guys. Good luck finding your phone."

You and Jake said "bye" before hanging up and climbing into bed. You almost forgot about what Jake said to you this morning. That was until he smacked your ass and bit his lip.

❤️‍🔥

He grabbed your hand and dragged you to the bedroom, landing on the edge of the bed. You stood in front of him as he pulled you in for a kiss before hooking his hand around your thigh, motioning you to get on the bed. You stayed on top of him as he reached his hands around your body to remove your bra.

You pulled your bra straps down your shoulders and took off your bra without removing your dress. Jake struggled to pull his pants down as you straddled his body. You moved back to assist him and watched as his dick sprang up in your face.

You slid your panties to the side as you slowly inserted Jake's dick into your pussy. Jake threw his head back at the sensation from your warm wet walls. You started to ride him, slowly feeling every inch of his throbbing cock going deeper into your pussy. He groaned at your movements but was soon overcome with lust as he placed his hands around your hips, controlling the way you moved.

You bounced up and down on him barely able to control the shaking of your legs as your pussy stretched. After a certain point, Jake started using you like a sexdoll and he thrusted his hips into your from the bottom. You choked on your own moans as he continued to pleasure you. You reached down to stimulate your clit, bringing you closer to orgasming.

Jake could feel your walls clenching his dick as he fucked you in this position. You moaned breathlessly as you orgasmed, but Jake wasn't done yet. He flipped you on your back as he continued to fuck you filling you with his cum. You fell asleep shortly after he came in you. You could still feel his load dripping out of your pussy as you laid there in bed.

❤️‍🔥

Jake fixed his clothed and laid behind you, wrapping your body in his arms as you drifted off into a deep sleep.

Every act of kindness from Jake was a distraction. All to take your mind off of what he was really doing. In fact, Jake did find your phone. He shoved it in his pocket after shutting it off and to take your mind off of your phone, he gave you his with full access. He trusted Sunghoon because he was one of his best friends, but he wanted to be sure that nothing else was going on between you two. Nothing that he had to worry about.

After you fell asleep, Jake scrolled through the messages between you and Sunghoon. So far everything checked out, except for the fact that Sunghoon was telling you to be cautious around him. Jake thought back to the time Sunghoon witnessed the moment he attacked you after seeing a text from some guy pop up on your phone.

The way Jake felt at that moment was the same way he felt when he saw you didn't actually leave your job. "Heeseung," Jake mumbled under his breath, before finding the messages between you and your manager. Again, everything checked out. Jake was relieved that you weren't cheating on him. However, just as he was about to turn off your phone a text popped up on your phone.

[ New message : Nicho 👀 (Nicholas) ]

I miss you

We should meet up again when u get back from your little trip

It's been a while and I'm missing that body ;)

Jake's eyes widened as he read the words across the screen. Immediately, began scrolling through the messages between you and this boy.

"Where have I heard that name before?" Jake wondered to himself, before remembering that Nicholas was the name of the boy who texted you the day Jake attacked you.

From what Jake gathered from the messages you and this boy had a sexual relationship while you were with him. Not only did he read the messages going back and forth about things the two of you wanted to do to each other, but there were also photos exchanged. Not just of the you by yourself, but also of you with him.

Pictures.

Videos.

Messages.

You were fucking this guy behind Jake's back. And the worst part was that you still smiled in his face like nothing was happening. The same smile that Jake once thought was beautiful. The same girl he called amazing. The same girl that he wanted to be with for the rest of his life. So many secrets and lies.

At this moment, Jake had lost all feeling towards you. He placed the phone on the dresser before walking outside to get something from the car.

The sudden slamming of the door closing woke you up. "Jake?" you called out before getting up to see where the noise came from. As you climbed out of bed you noticed you phone sitting on the dresser. Puzzled, you picked it up and opened the phone to see that your messages with Nicholas had been screenshotted and sent to Jake's phone.

You were scared now. You had completely forgotten to tell Jake about keeping your old job. Now he found out that you were also seeing another person. Thinking back to what happened in your dream the other night, your heart started to pound in your chest. Nobody was here to protect you from Jake and what he would do to you.

You heard the door's mechanical lock whirl as you peaked through the door to see a very angry Jake enter with a black bag in his hand. Terrified, you closed every door in the room, including the closet, before crawling under the bed.

Jake threw the door open and yelled your name before storming over to the bed to rip off the covers. "Where are you?" he growled. You watched as he paced around the room opening all the doors.

*Sunghoon* you thought to yourself. *If I call Sunghoon I can tell him what's going on and Jake will have to stop*

Immediately after Jake stormed out of the room you crawled out from under the bed to grab the phone that you stupidly left on the dresser.

You quietly crept over to the phone that laid face up on the dresser. You quickly typed in the password that was Jake's birthday and started to text Sunghoon.

Typing...

But when you heard Jake coming back to the room, you panicked and started to call Sunghoon instead. It would be a lot easier and faster to talk than to text.

*Boop Boop*

The dial tone rang, taking the place of silence.

"Dammit," you cursed to yourself. Sunghoon didn't pick up. You tried calling again...afterall it was almost 3 am and he was probably sleeping now. You turned to face the closet as the phone rang once more. The silence had never felt so loud. The sound of your heartbeating almost overwhelmed all of your other senses. Just then, Jake grabbed a handful of your hair and threw you to the ground.

"Oh don't try to call for help now you little whore," Jake spat as he snatched the phone out of your hand and ended the call. "You're a lying bitch and I wish Sunghoon hadn't stopped me that day. I could've put an end to your ass a long time ago," he continued.

"I was going to tell you," you said in a shaking voice.

"You were gonna tell me what? Huh? That you kept that job? Or that you were fucking this Nicholas guy behind my back WHILE WE WERE STILL TOGETHER!" Jake straddled your body and pressed your cheek into the ground. "I should break every bone in your body right now and leave you right here."

"Jake, please. I'm sorry," you whimpered. "I stopped messing around with him months ago and I really did want to tell you Jake. I'm not lying. I swear," you winced as he applied more pressure to your face.

"Oh, I'm sure you're telling the truth now. There's no doubt about that. But let's both be honest, you weren't gonna tell me about that shit unless you were forced to. These were gonna be secrets you died with huh?"

You hated the fact that Jake was reading you like a book. Many of the things he's saying right now perfectly explained the way you had been feeling about everything recently.

"Why'd you do it huh? Why'd you lie to me? Was I really that bad?" Jake said before sitting back, your arms still trapped under his knees.

"I lied because I was afraid of you Jake. You scared the hell out of me and Nicholas was just a distraction from everything that was happening between us. You were trying to control every aspect of my life and it was driving me insane. I wasn't happy anymore. But when things started getting better I cut off the other relationship. What you're doing right now is what made me do those things," you said with tears rolling down your cheeks.

"I didn't make you do a damn thing. If you weren't happy, then you should've left. Everything you lied about was your choice. Don't try to put the blame on me," Jake said before climbing off of you. "You're not worth it. Nobody would want a lying, cheating slut like you," he continued before walking out.

"Jake, wait!" you said before running after him.

The last thing you remember is experiencing that same feeling from the dream. You were being consumed by the darkness. Swallowed by the infinite void of emptiness.

The next morning Jake woke up alone in the bed, but when he called your name, you didn't answer. No one did.

Jake looked for your phone and couldn't find it. Nothing but a note.

He immediately called the police to set up a search party in the woods. He called Sunghoon and Jay who arrived hourse later and Jake told them exactly how his morning went.

Because the weather had reached freezing temperatures, everyone was persistent on finding you. This type of weather could be detrimental to anyone. However, it wasn't until a week later that they found your body.

A man had went out to ice fish and found you in the resorts lake. Apparently the layer of ice prevented anyone from finding you. Sunghoon was devastated. He was actually the one who was hurt the most over your death. You had comitted suicide and he felt responsible. According to the otopsy, you died from drowning, but there were enough drugs in your system to kill you regardless.

"She was just so happy before she left. Even when she called the day before she went missing she was happy. Only if I would've picked up...maybe she'd still be here," Sunghoon sighed with tears welling in his eyes.

Jake helped your parents put together your funeral and stopped by the florist he visited to pick up the flowers to surprise you with.

"Oh it's you again," the girl said as Jake walked up to the register. He was wearing a black button down shirt and some slacks. "What's the occasion this time?" the girl asked seeing that he was standing there with an empty expression wearing all black.

"My dead girlfriend's funeral," he replied.

"Wait...is this the one you came in for the other day?"

Jake nodded in response before covering his eyes with his hands. The girl immediately came around the counter to hug him. "I'm sorry for your loss. I'm sure this must be really hard for you," she said as she continued comforting Jake as he cried into her shoulder.

"These flowers are beautiful. I know she would've loved them," she smiled wiping Jake's tears away with her thumb.

"Yeah...she would've," he sniffled.

"I'm about to close for the day. How about I come with you to the funeral? That way you won't be alone. I promise to keep you laughing," she smiled.

"You sure?"

"Of course."

"Thanks, I could use some laughter in my life right about now," he smiled.

On the way to the funeral, Jake told her all of the good things about you. Everything that made him fall in love with you. Jake also told her that you killed yourself when she asked how you died. The flower girl accompanied Jake at your funeral and did just as she said. She made everyone happy and turned your funeral into a way to celebrate your life.

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However, what nobody knew is that your death was not a suicide. You were murdered. And Jake was the killer.

When you ran after Jake, he grabbed you, picked up the black bag and took you to the bathroom.

"I want you to write down everything you told me. Everything that made you break my heart," Jake said handing you a pen.

You knew what he was doing, he was indirectly making you write a suicide note. "No Jake. I'm not doing this," you cried.

"Do it or I'll blow your brains out right here, right now," he spat without hesitation.

You obeiently began to scribble down on the piece of paper Jake gave you. He watched every word you put down on that paper and scratched out anything he didn't like. After a certain point he began telling you what to write.

"Okay, I did it now what," you said with tears in your eyes.

Jake picked up a glass from near the sink, filled it with water, and pulled out a bag of pills.

"Here's your last meal, bitch," He said placing the bag on the counter.

"Jake! Please don't do this to me. I promise we can go back to what we were before. I'll love you forever and do anything you say. Please," you pleaded.

"You'll really do anything I say?"

"Yes, Jake, anything, please."

"Then swallow the fucking pills," he said coldly.

"Jake," you started to cry.

"Swallow bitch!" he commanded opening the bag and putting it in your hand.

"Please, I dont want to die," you sobbed.

Jake squeezed your hands together, pulled them up to your throat and forced your mouth open by squeezing your jaw. You felt the pills pile up as he dumped the bag into your mouth. He reached for the water and poured it in your mouth that was still gaped open. You continued to breathe through your nose to prevent yourself from swallowing the deadly concoction.

Jake noticed and moved into a different position, placing you in a chokehold. He closed your nose. "You can breath after you swallow," he said. You fought the urge to swallow for as long as you could before taking down the big gulp of semi-dissolved tablets.

"Good girl," he sneered as you bawled. "Now we gonna take a little walk," he said before grabbing the gun and your body. To avoid cameras, Jake took the emergency stairwell. By the time you reached the bottom, you were starting to feel the effects of the pills.

"Not yet, honey. We're almost there," he said shaking the sleep from your body. You felt like you were slipping away as you struggled to walk beside Jake. After a few minutes Jake came to the resort's owned lake. It was very cold that night and you were just wearing a satin nightgown so every breeze felt like blades against your skin.

He walked you to the edge of the lake before nudging you to walk in. With the last bit of resistance you had, you stiffened your body.

“Don’t fight it. You can either go in on your own or I can force you in,” he said turning you to face him. You wouldn’t budge so he grabbed your arm and began dragging you in. You fought to free yourself from his grasp, but it was useless as you were much weaker than usual due to the drugs coursing through your veins.

Jake pulled you waist deep into the freezing water. It was so cold you couldn’t even scream for help but when he pushed you in you immediately tried to stand back up. However you must’ve hit a point where the water deepens suddenly and you fought to climb your way to the surface for air.

Growing increasingly tired from fighting the water and the drugs, you finally stopped. You felt your lungs burn with intensity as they filled up with water. And that’s when you felt it…the darkness consuming you.

Jake watched and waited until the last bubble surfaced before he went back to the hotel room and conjured up his story.

As I’m sure you could assume, Jake began to grow closer to the flower girl who ironically had a similar experience. Her boyfriend in high school killed himself because of bullying at school and a messed up family.

They bonded over the deaths of their significant others. Jake did wish that things could’ve worked out between you, but those pills were either going to cause the death of you or him. And Jake felt that you earned your fate.

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SYNOPSIS where university student jake develops a little crush on the girl he sees with a cigarette between her lips in the smoking area and decides he needs to impress her. how else would he do that except calling his smoker friend to teach him how to smoke ( spoiler: it doesn’t go so well. )

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Warnings: Crackhead energy, both are sauuurrr romantic for each otherrrr ( Sorry I had to 🤭 )

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