#jake oneshots

[amakumos]

MEET ME IN MONTE CARLO. — jake sim. (teaser)

SYNOPSIS. As a Formula 1 driver, being competitive is just in Ferrari driver Jake Sim's blood. Perhaps Jake cares about winning too much though, because during his conquest for the world title, he loses you. It isn't until 2 years later when you show up at the Monaco Grand Prix with his main rival, Red Bull driver Park Sunghoon, when Jake finds himself determined to not only fight for the championship, but also to fight for you.

GENRE. fluff, angst, exes to enemies (one-sided ish) to lovers

PAIRING. formula 1 driver! jake x fem! reader

WARNINGS. none in the teaser. in the fic, cursing, mentions of car crashes and accidents

ESTIMATED RELEASE DATE. late march, early april

WORD COUNT. 20k ish, teaser is 883 words

AUTHOR'S NOTE. well... this will be my second to last fic for the meantime! i'm excited to drop this one. i've been working on it for quite a while now. here's a formula 1 fic starring our very own jake sim :) i hope you enjoy this little teaser, and the taglist is open so just pop in an ask if you'd like to be tagged when i post this <3

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You were the first person that Jake Sim ever loved. You were there at his first Formula 1 race, you were there at his first race win, and you were there for his first world title win. A series of firsts. 

But, Jake Sim has first breakup on the list as well. 

He always regrets how things ended between you two – it was messy, it was awful, and it left him crying at 3 in the morning in his apartment. 

Jake isn’t certain about many things in his life. But what Jake is 100% certain of, is that the breakup was all his fault.

You had screamed at him, and he knew that he deserved it. You were slowly slipping away from his grasp, and Jake allowed that to happen as he chased another world title so desperately. So desperately to the point that he would end up neglecting you. 

Forgotten dates, forgotten anniversaries, and forgotten birthdays. Text messages would be left unread for days when he was in some other unfamiliar city, as you walked to your lectures with a heavy heart and the stream of his race playing in the back of your phone as you waited for a response. You wore red every time he had a race, for Ferrari, for him, even as your relationship was crumbling. 

“I’m sorry,” he had choked out. “It is difficult.” 

You looked at him with bloodshot eyes and shaking fists. “It is. And you’re chasing your dreams, but… I can’t be with you if it’s like this. The past few months have been like we weren’t even dating in the first place.” 

Jake gulps. “I know. I’m sorry.” 

“I want to try,” you had said with an exasperated sigh, and Jake knows that you’re tired. He’s going at maximum speed, and you’re left trailing behind him. He’s so far ahead, and you know you’ve lost all hope of catching up. But you say those words anyway. “Please tell me you’ll try.” 

Jake doesn’t say a word. Because he knows that he won’t be able to. He wants to say yes, so badly. He wants to hug you, he wants to kiss you, and he wants to commit. Just as he commits to his races, to the championship, to Ferrari. 

But he can’t. Not a single word leaves his lips, and his silence is enough of an answer for you. “Oh,” you say, and Jake doesn’t miss the way your voice quivers, and your lower lip trembles. You’re dressed in red, Ferrari’s colour – his colour. “Okay.” 

“I’m sorry.” he told you. 

“It’s important to you.” you pressed your lips together in a thin line. “I understand.”

You say that, but Jake knows that you don’t. He knows nobody would ever be able to understand choosing to win over choosing someone you love. But Jake is committed to racing. He is committed to win. 

Yet, he’s not committed to you. The one who’s been with him through thick and thin, the one who’d catch red-eye flights to find him in some unfamiliar city to watch him win, the one who’d go through hell and back for him if it meant that he’d be happy. 

He can’t do the same for you, and he hates that. 

“I’m sorry,” he repeated, and you simply shook your head. You don’t have anything more to say to him, so you quietly pack your things. “I’m sorry.” 

Before you opened the door to leave, you took one last look at Jake. “I hope you figure out whatever’s going on in your life.” You don’t say anything more, and that is the last time Jake Sim ever sees you again. 

He doesn’t know what you’re doing either, because you’d deleted your Instagram account, starting a new one where none of his fans could keep up to date with you. The only way he knows how you’re doing is updates from Heeseung's girlfriend Yoona, who goes on trips with you often. He sees his fans constantly wondering if you’re doing well, and Jake finds it funny how he’s got the same exact question.

He drowns himself further in training, in racing, in wanting to become the best after the split. He wins, he wins, and he wins again – and that feeling of euphoria when he stands on the podium never leaves. It fills him with a joy like no other, and it reminds Jake why he does this. He wants to win. He wants to be the best – no, he is the best. 

Winning means the world to Jake Sim. Racing is in his blood – he does it to hear the crowds scream his name, he does it to lift that trophy on the top step of the podium, and he does it to feel the overwhelming pride in his chest when he crosses that chequered flag first. 

But he’s been so focused on winning, and he’s lost his everything. 

His everything is the girl who went to his first race. His everything is the girl who would tire herself by studying during the day, and catching long flights to the cities where he’d race in to support him. 

And his everything had left him 2 years ago in his apartment in Monte Carlo, Monaco, with teary eyes and a red dress. 

[sunghoonbite]

pairings: heeseung/jay/jake x reader

warnings/content: nsfw, first time sex, valentine’s day! mutual pining, foreplay, i kinda edged u all on this one i’m sorry if u need a part 2 i understand

minors dni, before reading

hi happy valentine’s day!! it’s just these 3 bc i didn’t have the time to write for sunoo tonight, but i totally can add him at some point if you guys want it. hope u enjoy :o

you wore lace lingerie to heeseung’s dorm to tease him, his t-shirt that he gave you some weeks ago thrown overtop of it, your legs hidden by comfy sweatpants.

you had gone out earlier today for valentine’s day, to the mall and out to eat. but you wanted more than that. you called him up and let him know you’d be over to spend the night, and of course he immediately accepted your invitation.

heeseung wanted more too. when you drove to the restaurant, your sephora bags from the mall sitting on the floor of his car, you sat in the passenger seat, silently looking out the window. he’d look over at you once he got to a stoplight, and his eyes trailed down to your thighs every time. the weather was nice and you wore a skirt for him.

silently, he cursed himself. why did he want to touch you so badly? you sat innocently next to him, legs crossed, but the only thought on his mind was the sounds you’d make as you made a mess over his car. would you whine his name? grab his hand as he fucked your cunt?

when you got to his dorm, he looked you up and down, infatuated, although you were dressed messily in his shirt. you leaned in once inside and your lips met.

“take my top off,” you whispered against his mouth, and his hands trailed up your back. you felt his lips curl upwards.

he obliged, shirt falling to his carpeted floor, and he blinked at the lace bralette that just barely covered your chest up.

“can you fuck me, heeseung?”

once your words spilled out of your mouth, he had you pressed into his bed within seconds.

jay took you out to eat on valentine’s day. you had spent the night before, not unusual for the two of you, and while drifting off to sleep you mumbled some barely coherent words about what restaurant you wanted to be taken to. so, gladly, he surprised you the next evening. “surprise” being a loose term, since he quite literally will do whatever you ask. taking you out to eat is a minuscule task.

you got ready in his bathroom, and stepped out in a silk, short black dress. his eyes wandered instantly, your curves evident as the fabric hugged your body, but he looked away after getting a good glance. jay was typically short with his compliments, not at all meaning that he disliked your appearance whatsoever, but he felt almost intimidated by your beauty, and feared if he spoke too much about what you looked like or wore that it would become uncomfortable.

so, he uttered softly, “you look good.”

when you got to the restaurant, though, he wasn’t able to look away, despite his efforts. you were seated across from him, and you were both yet to order. your eyes scanned the menu, unaware of his scanning your body, and you pressed your lips together as you thought about what to order. you looked up at him, ready to ask his opinion, and he was already staring at you.

“is something wrong?” you questioned.

“you look amazing,” he stated your name after his sentence.

you beamed, face beginning to flush, and you looked up as you brushed his comment off.

“thank you!” you smiled, fully aware jay’s words are always genuine.

he spoke your name again, pausing afterwards. you looked at him.

“how about we go in the car?” his voice was low.

you waited a moment, trying to understand his request, but tilted your head slightly once he didn’t elaborate.

“why? what’s wrong?”

quietly, he leaned in and replied, “i want to fuck you in the parking lot.”

his words were unusually bold for him. your mouth opened as you looked around, searching for if someone heard him.

“would that be okay?” he asked, before you had the possibility to answer, “it’s okay if you want to wait for another time.”

you took your purse that rested on the table, and began to sit up out of your chair.

“i want to,” you said quietly, “fuck me in the parking lot.”

so he did.

you and jake stayed in for the holiday. you both planned this ahead, so he surprised you. he bought you chocolates and flowers, and placed them in gift box of your favorite things. you spent the day together, captivated with one another’s presence.

now, though, it was getting late, and you sat together on his couch. you started the third movie of the night, snacks from earlier scattered over the table in front of you. his arm was around your waist, and your head rested on his shoulder to accompany your body that was curled up on his side. you were close, so close.

for some reason, your body started to heat up. his touch against you was nice, but you wanted more from him. you wanted jake on your skin. you wanted him to touch you more. lower. deeper.

you shifted, hoping to release some tension as you tried to inch closer to him. it wasn’t possible, you were already nearly connected to him, your clothes the only thing separating you. it was agonizing, you wanted to feel him.

you lifted your head up to get a better look at his face that was fixated on the screen. when he felt the warmth leave his shoulder, he turned to you. you kissed him once he did, his mouth meeting yours.

once the kiss broke, you moved closer, sitting on his lap now, straddling his thigh.

“what’re you doing baby?” he asked, mouth curled up into what you made out to be a sheepish grin.

you leaned in to kiss his neck.

“i need you,” you mumbled against his skin.

his hands wandered down and held onto your waist firmly.

“yeah? need me how?”

you lifted your head up once again and a sigh escaped your lips, you turned your head to the side.

“jake, i want you to fuck me,” you said, cursing yourself mentally for letting yourself say it so boldly, so desperately.

“all of a sudden?” he asked, but not complaining, completing his sentence with a small laugh.

“it’s okay if you don’t want to,” you added.

“no, no,” he replied, “i want to.”

as he said that, he lifted your top above your head to start undressing you. he pressed his palms against your waist and laid you down on the couch gently.

“fuck,” he muttered under his breath at the sight of you, “you’re gonna look so pretty on my dick.”

you did, if you could call your mascara running pretty.

[srjlvr]

,, is that seat (=are you) taken? ”

IN WHICH jake’s being forced by his friends to sit on a roller coaster next to a pretty girl he saw in the amusement park.

non-idol!jake X fem!reader | g fluff , crack(?) | wc 1.3k+ | w second hand embarrassment , mentions of food , clowns , scary rides. | not proofread | ✎ ᝰ (‘a note from jo’) . i thought about this while being in my favorite amusement park! the ending is so bad honestly im so sorry in advance

it was an event day at the amusement park, people such as influencers and wealthy families were invited to enjoy the scary rides and free food.

“please, i can’t go there alone!” your friend begged you for hours. “no way! you know how scared i am of rides!” you scoffed.

“i’ll be with you on every ride i promise!” at this point she was already holding your hand while kneeling. “fine”

“jake! you promised you’ll come with us!” his friend jay claimed, “promised when? i can’t remember that part” jake shrugged.

“that one bet we made and you lost then begged us to spare you” sunghoon who was busy playing on his phone suddenly spoke, “we let you off under one condition which is to come with us to an amusement park”

jake rolled his eyes, “please don’t force me to-“ “a deal is a deal” jay pat jake’s shoulder.

you stood by the gate, lots of clowns and food tracks were exactly on the entrance, “i’ll just stick here with the clowns and the food” your legs took you to that way, but your friend was quick enough to stop you.

“no way” she dragged you, “we’ll be going to the viking first!”

“i hate you for making me do that” you said as the safety bars went down, “you’ll enjoy it don’t worry”

you sat at the right end, you’re faced to those who sit in the opposite side. there were three handsome boys, each one of them is more scared than the other.

the boy on the left looked so done while the other two grabbed each other tightly while shouting.

“jake! stop grabbing onto me you have sunghoon on your other side who’s just as scared as you!” you heard one of them shout.

the boy in the middle, which you assumed was jake, kept laughing while sticking to the other boy, which you assumed was sunghoon.

the three of them looked really cute, but jake is the one that caught your eye. especially his “please stop!” shouts and the fact that right afterwards he proceeds to laugh and rest his head on his friend’s shoulders is what made you smile without even noticing.

“y/n is everything okay?” your friend asked you while the ride kept on going—you completely forgot about that part.

“yes im fine!” you shout back. you took her hand and held her tight, “don’t make me do that thing ever again!” you added while shouting nonstop.

your friend couldn’t stop laughing at your cuteness, and apparently, she wasn’t the only one.

the boy who was sitting on the opposite side glanced at you, you were so cute and adorable to look at.

while being freaked out, he took a few moments to stare at you. you were busy shouting and tightly closing your eyes while he completely forgot about the fact that’s he’s sitting in one of the rides that he hates the most.

he giggled and chuckled to himself looking at your annoyed figured while your friend was busy laughing at you.

“finally! this hell is over” you whined but your friend only smirked, “let’s go to that roller coaster!” she pointed at the scary looking ride.

you gulped heavily, getting all stressed and worked up, “no!” you shout.

your friend however, couldn’t care less.

“jake what was that on the ride?” sunghoon asked him. “what do you mean?” he tilt his head in confusion.

“you couldn’t stop staring at the girl that was sitting at the opposite direction!” jay claimed.

“she was pretty cute” he admitted and giggled. jay and sunghoon looked at each other with a wide smirk on their face.

“you got yourself an amusement park crush” jay put his hand over jake’s shoulder, “is that even a thing-“

“let’s follow them to the next ride” sunghoon dragged both of them after cutting jake.

your friend excitedly jumped up and down as you were waiting in the short line while you glared at her, fiercely shooting your imaginary laser eyes on her cheerful face.

“we’re going to have so much fun!” she clapped.

you were too busy to whine and scoff to notice someone was actually talking to your friend from behind.

“jake, this is your shot” sunghoon prepared jake and massaged his shoulders, “you can do it”

“hey! im jay, this is sunghoon and jake” jay spoke to your friend, “don’t mind these dummies” he rolled his eyes.

“our friend jake here seems to be interested in your friend!” he then whispered, “is there a chance you could help him out?”

you friend nodded and smirked, “leave it up to me”

the only one standing in the line was you and your friend, the three handsome boys you saw back then, and two more couples—which means the roller coaster was technically all for yourselves.

only eight seats were occupied as you and your friend sat down. you put your safety belts on and looked over your friend, who suddenly stood up.

“y/n! i have to go now! i totally forgot something in the viking and i have to get it before someone steals it!” she panicked, “go on the ride without me”

“wait no! i’ll go with you!” you tried to get out—but you completely forgot the safety belts were already locked, “i’ve got to run! i’ll go on the ride with you as soon as i get back i’m so sorry!” she said as she left you there, with an empty seat next to you.

“now’s the time!” jay pushed jake towards you and clapped.

you were slowly starting to panic and lose it, until you noticed a figure standing next to the empty seat.

“um…..” he scratched his nape “are you taken….?”

the figure was the cute boy from before, jake if you recall.

sunghoon, jay and your friend who were secretly watching from afar cursed him and shook their head in disappointment.

“did you really just made me skip this ride just to watch this guy awfully flirting with my friend?” your friend asked as jay and sunghoon begged for forgiveness.

“wait no!” jake awkwardly chuckled “i wanted to ask if that seat is taken”

you looked around and to your surprise, all of the other seats were empty as well.

“no, but there are plenty of empty seats…” you raised your eyebrow.

“yeah i know” he awkwardly giggled, “i—uh i like the place you’re sitting in like you know it’s not the first seats and it’s not the last seats it’s somewhere in the middle yeah”

you awkwardly nodded and signed him to sit next to you, “i’m jake” he said.

“i’m y/n” you chuckled.

you tried to let go of the nervousness, not only you’re sitting next to the cute guy you just met, you’re about to experience hell itself.

as you slowly arrived to the highlight of the ride, you held jake’s hand and he quickly shot his glance at you, “i’m sorry i’m just so scared” you said but all he did was to hold your hand tighter.

soon enough, you were already shouting your lungs out, holding tightly onto each other and closing your eyes as tight as you could.

“y/n i have a confession to make” jake suddenly shout, “what is it?” you answered back in between your shouts.

“i really meant to ask you if you’re taken” as he finished his sentence the ride stopped.

“what” you quietly said. jake’s eyes widened as he tried to find the words to explain.

“no, i’m not” you added and he breathed out.

“you actually caught my attention ever since i saw you on the viking” he smiled, “my friends planned all of this, i apologize that it happened to be on this hell of a ride”

you giggled, “it’s cute”

“are you up to spending the rest of the day together? just to get to know each other” he suggested.

“yeah, let’s do that” you interviewed your hands and got off the ride.

your friend stood there, speechless and betrayed while jay and sunghoon laughed their ass off, “i can’t believe he managed to do that” sunghoon hit jay while laughing.

“it’s all your fault” your friend rolled her eyes, “but at least she won’t whine about the fact that she’s lonely all the time”

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[hanniluvi]

( 🧸 ) YOU MiSSED — JAKE DRABBLE

( 🧸 ) watching movies with your sleepy boyfriend

genre fluff pairing bf!jake x gn!reader warnings none really besides a few kisses word count 0.3K+ ( 337 )

( 🧸 ) HAPPY JAKE DAY!! happy birthday to my ult bias jakeyyy 🫶 !! yk i had to write a little something for my bae <3 ! i could have released something way longer but i was SLACKING! so next time ill try to release a oneshot .. i mean i got a year so 😊🤍 LMAO anyways enjoy <3 !

"What do you think about the movie so far?" you asked, glancing at your boyfriend, who had his head nestled on your shoulder. Drawing you closer, he wrapped his arms around yours.

"To be honest, I'm on the verge of dozing off," he admitted with a yawn, sensing the weight on his eyelids. "What's the plot at this point? All I caught was the boyfriend cheating... so, what's next?" His drowsy tone never ceased to bring a smile to your face; there was an undeniable charm in his sleepiness that enhanced his already adorable nature.

"Well, after the cheating part, the girlfriend discovers the truth and I think she’s about to confront him," you explained, also trying to also figure out what was happening in the certain scene playing on the TV.

Instead of using words, you could hear quiet hums from him, and he just nodded when you both knew he hadn’t heard a single thing you said. He was just that tired.

"You're so cute," you remarked, looking at his ruffled hair that covered his eyes and his slight pouty lips. Giving him a quick peck on his forehead, you added, "Go to sleep then; we can watch this later together."

"You missed," Jake said in a low tone, leaving you a bit confused. You thought he was so sleepy that he was rambling nonsense in this state.

"What do you mean?" You peered at Jake, who raised his head from your shoulder, holding eye contact with you, attempting to widen his eyes. Swiftly, his lips met yours, and he pulled away after a small peck. “There.”

Returning to his original position, resting on your head, you blushed slightly from that spontaneous moment.

"You really are something else when you're sleepy, Jake."

"Can we just sleep?"

You chuckled softly, "Sure, let's finish this movie tomorrow or whenever you're more awake. Goodnight, Jake."

"Goodnight," he mumbled, already drifting off, leaving you with a warm feeling despite the incomplete movie.

Maybe you two should watch movies more often.

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ㅤㅤㅤ  ㅤㅤㅤ   (💭)  GOT MY HEART ! 

TRENDING ?! in which jake, your best friend gets jealous after a celebrity comments on one of your tweets which leads to an unexpected confession.

ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤlover girl goes viral ✶ smau, fluff

ㅤㅤㅤ #JAKEYN ! best friend!jake x best friend!reader

៹ FEATURING . . . heeseung, minjeong

ㅤ𖥻 WARNINGS 𓂋 cursing, suggestive jokes etc

author's note — this is a birthday special for jakey and also because I cant make long smaus at all. hope you enjoy <3

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OO2 | Crunch.

OO3 | hard while seeing

OO4 | grew a pair

OO5 | DIE

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[rosesbxrry]

Gingerbread

Pairing: Boyfriend! Jake X Girlfriend! Fem! Reader

Genre: Smut🔞(Minors DNI), established relationship! AU

Warnings: Dom! Jake, unprotected sex (wrap it up before you tap it), cream pie, heavy food play, fellatio (blowjob), throat fucking, making out, slight ass spanking, dirty talking, riding, slight slut shaming, Jake calling you a bunch a pet names (baby, baby girl, slut, doll, good girl), breast worshipping, praising/ degradation. Hopefully I didn’t miss out anything else. 

Summary: Gingerbread cookies; sweet and warm, perfect for the Christmas season as the smell overwhelms your shared apartment with Jake. However, what seems to be an innocent baking activity you spent with him for Chirstmas Eve turns into something more delectable than the confectionary.

A Holiday Special: ➜ Jake

| ➜ Heeseung | ➜ Jay | ➜ Sunghoon |

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Word count: 3,911 words

a/n: This was suppose to be posted 3 days ago but of course, in true fashion, I was late in writing it in time. I’m sure the mood for Christmas is already over but I’m determine to finish this as soon as possible (while enjoying writing it for u guys too). This would also be the second last fic for the holiday special so I hope u guys enjoyed it and Happy New year!

There is something special about the Christmas holidays that is imbued with a magical aura of warmth and happiness. It's a month filled with festive food, decorations, songs, and movies that overwhelm you with nostalgia.

You and Jake decided to celebrate the season together this year instead of choosing to be with your families and relatives separately. The plan was to spend Christmas Eve bundled up with blankets and matching pajamas, watching a bunch of movies on the couch while eating an unhealthy amount of snacks until Christmas morning. 

What initially begins as an innocent trip to the supermarket becomes a spontaneous shopping spree for ingredients to make gingerbread cookies. You weren't sure how the both of you ended up with that idea, but it proved to be regrettable further into the baking process. 

Jake is an awful baker (Jungwon would vouch for that), while you were manageable as long as the recipe was concise. Still, the odd pairing of each other's ability in the kitchen was bound to end in a mishap, which led to the scene of two people staring at a tray of cookies in the oven, hoping that it won't burn like the previous batch. 

By some miracle, you both persevere until the end; Jake places the last batch of perfectly baked cookies onto a drying rack while you whip some of the decorative vanilla icings to be placed on top of the confectionery. 

The large window of your shared apartment displayed the amount of time that has passed, the city night below illuminated as the moon and stars became the sole residents under the dark sky. Only a few windows appear lit at the blocks across, indicating the vacancy of the vicinity during the holidays. 

"We should never do this again next year." Jake groans beside you, pulling on his flour-stained apron around his waist. You chuckle when he plops down to rest his elbows on the kitchen counter, his chin on a palm while mindlessly in a daze with exhaustion on his face. 

You nudge at his side playfully, but he doesn't budge like a statue. 

"Did it take you that long to realize?" You said, gripping the whisk handle a little harder to work the powdered sugar and milk mixture together. 

He shook his head, and his wispy bangs followed his movement. "I knew the moment the first cookies looked like they belonged in the toilet." 

His deadpan response caused you to snort in amusement. 

"Why didn't you say anything?" 

He shrugged his shoulders. "Didn't want to ruin the mood." 

He leans down to your level to snuggle his chin on your shoulder, his nose slightly buried in the sweater you were wearing. A slight tilt of your neck to the side caused a bump of your head with his affectionately, continuing to work on the icing while he watched. 

"Well, when I'm done, we can cuddle on the sofa while we wait for the cookies to cool down. How does that sound?" You murmured. 

Jake nodded his head, but his chin clung to your shoulder, so you had to stifle a smile at how adorable he was. He looked like a puppy silently begging for his owner's attention but couldn't because he wanted to be a good boy and patiently wait for you to be ready. 

You've been dating for two years now, and you could interpret by the glint in his eyes when you suggested the offer that he was in dire need of some intimacy. 

Once the consistency of the icing satisfied you, the next step was to divide it into different bowls for the colouring process. At the same time, some of the icings had flown out of the mixing pot onto your index finger, which you instinctively brought to your mouth to lick it off casually. 

A disgusted grunt left your mouth, causing him to look at you curiously. 

"It's too sweet." You declared. "I think I put too much powdered sugar."

Jake watches your face and eyebrows scrunch up in annoyance, smacking your mouth as you inspect the flavour to find a solution to save it. His gaze was attentive on your lips, swallowing down the desire in his throat. 

"Can I have a taste?" 

"Sure, baby," You said without a second guess, reaching out to grab a teaspoon for him to use. "Let me just take—"

It took you by surprise when he grabbed your wrist before you could leave while his other hand held your jaw, bringing you closer to his face to kiss you. His plump lips capture yours as you close your eyes to relish how he moves to deepen the kiss. 

He tasted like warm bittersweet chocolate; the kisses candies he had a few hours ago still lingered. 

You reach out to cup his face, feeling his breath fan the high points of your cheeks. Jake tilts his head to the side, his movement firm as he wraps his arms around your waist, pressing you close to his body as you moan softly when he bites at your lower lip.

He licks the nibbled area sensually, signalling you to open wide to let his tongue slip past the cavern of your mouth, caressing your taste buds as you share one breath with each other at the heated moment. 

It made you wonder if he could taste the icing in your mouth. 

Jake slowly loosens the connection, taking one last lap at your puffed lips before moving away. Through lidded eyes, you watch him tuck the cushion of his bottom lip between his teeth; laboured breathing fills the space of intense silence. 

"If I tell you a way not to waste the icing," He whispered close to your lips, hands sliding up the ends of your sweater. A soft sigh escapes your mouth when his calloused fingers smooth your stomach. "Would you be down to get a little dirty with me?" 

Your cheeks burned at his suggestive offer— imagining how sticky the substance would feel gliding up and down on each other's skin, especially when it would be his veiny and large hands stroking the cream filthy across your whole body as you writhed under his lubricated touches. 

You almost moan at the thought of rubbing the icing on each other's private areas. 

Something throbs in you at the obscene act, an arousing feeling that makes you tug his hair on the back of his neck to press his body closer to yours. 

You didn't need to verbalize the agreement; your action speaks louder than words as he smirks against your jaw, pulling at the strings of your apron on your back. 

"Then let's take off our clothes, yeah?" 

One by one, articles of clothing slowly piled on the kitchen floor, stripping each other naked until you realize how chilly the winter night felt biting your bare skin. However, the moment Jake's lips kissed you eagerly again, you felt the flame blooming inside warming you up. 

Jake mouthed sloppily, his tongue darting back and forth in your cavern forcefully as his nose bumped against yours. You hungrily push back, saliva collecting under your tongue that it was impossible not to make erotic wet sounds as the kiss turned messy. 

"Ahhh— Jake," You whined, throwing your head back when you felt the icing on his hand grope your breast. 

He had quietly gathered the sweet cream in his hand, smothering it on your chest in a circular motion. He smears some on your hardened nipples, feeling yourself melt when he fondles the nubs with his slick thumb with the right amount of pleasure.  

"Look at you, messy girl." He cooed. "Why don't you do the same for me, hm? Can my girl make me nice and dirty?" 

Slick was beginning to drip from your folds, the idea of food play turning you on more than you thought. You scope up a decent amount of cream on your palm before spreading it across his toned torso, and Jake immediately groans at the sensation. 

"Jakey, you're so hot." You drawled. 

You drag your hands up to his chest, grazing on his nipples as his hips jerk at the contact, breathy moans escaping his deliciously puffy lips. His bangs had fallen to cover the upper half of his closed eyes into an enticing view.  

With a covetous gaze, you gradually draw your touch lower past the dips of his hips before you rub his hardened cock, letting the icing coat his length deliciously. 

"Nghhh— fuck." He let his head fall into the crook of your neck, his abdomen tensing up as you started moving your hand up and down his thick and warm cock. 

Precum drools down from his head before it mixes with the cream, the mixture becoming agonizingly slippery against the underside of his pulsating veins as you fasten your pace, craving more friction to satiate his carnal desire. 

Jake's panting grew heavier against your skin and watching him completely crumble made you itch to ruin him more. A shaky moan slips from his throat, catching your wrist in a tight grip when you tease his swollen slit with your thumb back and forth, shuddering at the sudden pleasure shooting through his spine. 

"Shit— fucking tease…." His muffled accusation tickled your collarbone, whine an octave lower through gritted teeth. 

You wanted to laugh, but it died in your throat when one of Jake's hands grabbed your ass from behind. The harsh squeeze he had on the ample flesh got you whimpering in either pain or pleasure; at this point, you weren't sure anymore. 

"My cute girlfriend thought she could tease me and get away with it." He said, his nails slightly digging into the skin.

You wince at the prickly sensation but respond while feigning innocence. "You look like you enjoyed it, so I didn't want to stop." 

You gasped when he spanked your ass with enough power, the sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed throughout the space. You curl your toes in anguish as the stinging pain becomes waves of immeasurable pleasure. An incoherent moan poured out, your pussy clenching in its juices as you buck your hips with mouth agape at the way your clit was throbbing uncontrollably. 

It was an unexpected impact, enough to make you squeeze your shaky thighs together. 

Fuck, that felt so good you almost came. 

"Naughty girl thinks she can talk back now." He whispered directly into your ears, kneading the tender flesh with a satisfied look at your state after wearing his temper thin. 

The sticky residue of the cream did nothing but accentuate the desperation clawing in your stomach. 

"Should I occupy that little mouth of yours with something sweet? It looks a bit too empty." He kisses the underside of your neck, grinding his wet cock with icing against your stomach to show you what he means. 

"I thought I couldn't have dessert without dinner first?" You challenged him sweetly. 

Jake's chuckle is almost sinister, finding your taunted response amusing, although he already gave you a taste of punishment. Of course, you would use something he used to say against him at this moment. You love to do it to rail him up even more, and he also finds himself enjoying it. 

"I'll make it an exception this time." He baited, licking his bottom lip in anticipation. "So stop being a brat and get on your knees for me." 

You slowly descend to rest your weight on your knees on the kitchen tiles, kissing his bulbous head after wrapping your hand around the base of his lengthy cock. 

Jake leaned on the edge of the countertop, and lusty moans rambled in his throat when you took the tip in your hot mouth, tongue swirling around the slit to dart at the sticky mess. 

He tasted sweet in your taste buds. 

"You look fucking sexy down there, baby girl" He gathers your hair lightly, watching you from above with a dreamy look. "How does it taste? Good?"

"It tastes amazing…." You mumbled, leaning an inch lower to take one of his balls into your mouth, sucking at the tight and heavy sack like a treat while looking up at him with big and innocent eyes. "Wanna taste you some more." 

The visual of your lewd face and the sensation of you slurping his balls like a lollipop— his eyes rolled back at the pleasure, chewing at the inside of his cheeks as his length twitched and grew agonizingly hard. 

Jake took a fist full of your hair at the back, and you let him guide your mouth to take him, eyes squeezing shut as he pumps his dick in and out of your mouth. Your hand held onto his thighs for support, letting him hit his head at the back of your throat. 

"That's it, eat it up. Fucking take all of me in." He hissed. 

The force of his hips pistoning your mouth with his cock had you collapsing into a teary-eyed mess, but you persevered— bobbing your head to match his rhythm, suctioning to take more and more of him into your mouth. 

Every time he thrust in until your nose was flush against his pelvis, you ran your tongue all over his length— tasting the sweetness of the cream with an undertone of his bitter precum. 

Jake let out a frustrated growl, needing more stimulation to reach his high.

"Open your throat, baby girl— let me fuck it." 

You whimpered as he scraped his fingers harder on your scalp, mercilessly fucking your throat until the corners of your mouth spilt with the filthy mixture obscenely. Trying hard to relax your jaws and cheeks, you fought the urge to gag over his cock and squeeze his thighs hard as every inch of him was seated in your mouth. 

You were deepthroating the living daylights out of him, and Jake loved every second of it, his climax nearing its peak. 

"Swallow my cream like a slutty girl, got it?" 

His filthy encouragement only made you moan, and as soon his hip staggered with one final hard thrust, he came into your mouth. His hot seed spilt down your throat, swallowing the liquid with the remaining facial strength you had to spare. 

His grip on the back of your head softened, watching you drink up his cum as he held the base of his cock to milk out whatever he had left. 

"Fuck, such a good slut cleaning up her mess." His praises filled the silence. "She deserves to come on my cock, don't you think?" 

You hummed eagerly in response as you licked every inch of him sloppily— the way you knew he enjoyed it. 

Jake thought you looked breathtakingly hot as he pulled out to smear his sensitive tip on your lower lip. A deep flush on your cheeks, chest heaving up and down, a few tear stains evident on the corners of your eyes, and figure weakly slump down on your knees, soiled with residual icing. 

He tugged you by the arms to help you get on your feet. As he wraps his hands around your waist, you clutch onto his shoulder blades for support, resting your body against his at how weak your knees were. 

Jake gently snuggles on the crook of your neck to mumble close to your ears. "How would you like it? From the back? Or the front?" 

"Wanna ride you." You breathe out. 

He grinned like he had expected that answer. "Had a feeling you'll pick that."

Jake hauled his body onto the kitchen countertop, pushing away utensils that were in the way. With whatever miracle, he manages to manhandle your exhausted body up on the marbled surface, letting you straddle him as he lay flat on his back. 

It was an awkward position— his long legs dangled at the end with some visible remnants of the gingerbread baking situation left. Still, the way he gripped your hips to situate your pussy on his cock, rubbing your folds over his length, had you clawing at his chest. 

"Oh my god." You cried out, seeing stars as you rolled your hips harder, his cock rubbing hard on your cunt as the wetness started pooling on your inner thighs. 

The knot in your stomach was burning you on the inside. 

Jake chuckled darkly with his pupils blown out below you, albeit shivering at the overwhelming stimulation after just coming. 

"My good girl wants to use me like her personal fuck toy after I stuffed her mouth full with my cock, right?" He huffed out, rapturously gazing at how you moaned at his words. "You want that, don't you?" 

"Jaeyun—" You choked out when your clit made contact with his hot length so deliciously that you began humping him desperately like a dog in heat. Your pussy was clenching around nothing as the sensation made you dizzy with desperation, thighs burning at the fatigue. 

"Fuck, I need you. Please." You begged. 

"I know, baby girl." He whispered slowly. "I need you too." 

With one hand kneading your ass to lift you slightly in the air while the other gripping his shaft, he lines your slit with his tip and probes your entrance to let him in. 

"C'mere and ride me." 

With your pussy already drenched after sucking him off, Jake easily stretches you open as you descend his cock. The noises that came out your mouth were music to his ears, your gummy walls clenching around his girth so tightly as he buried himself deep inside your cunt. 

"So wet," He rasps, absolutely enamoured by the bliss overwhelming his body. "Move for me, baby girl." 

You start by bouncing lightly, palms resting on his chest as you move your hips. When you lift all the way up, you make sure to sink back down until his cock fills you to the brim. The pace was begrudgingly slow, still adjusting to his size as you moaned softly with every thrust. 

"That's it, doll." He said, thumb circling the apex of your hips soothingly. "You're so pretty— so perfect for taking me well." 

Your pace was getting faster and rougher, face flush at the way he poured sentiment words to fuel you up. It caused you to tighten your walls around him, making each drag of his cock going in and out of you much more gratifying. 

Jake soaked in your lovely features, his eyes moving down to watch your boobs bounce with the movement of your hips. Your tits were nice and hard— lusciously erect, urging him to twirl the nub between his fingers teasingly until you cried. 

It didn't help that some icing was still on your breast, dripping down when it mixed with your sweat. Jake had to bite down hard on his lips to prevent himself from melting on the spot. 

Call him juvenile, but it turned him on beyond reason at how pornographic the scene was, his slit dribbling out with more precum inside of you. 

You didn't understand the power you have over him, crying and choking in your speech as you grind over his cock shamelessly with your hands around your cute tummy. 

"Wanna taste this pretty set of tits." He said, and you pulled your legs apart as he sat up to fill the spot between your legs. 

He licks the swell of your breast before taking a nipple into his mouth, engulfing the peak with moist kisses and suckling. He kneaded the flesh tenderly with his other hand, flicking the other nipple with equal attention. 

"So sweet," He hummed, switching to the other pebbled nipple to tongue it as your mewls grew louder, rocking your hips to his pace. "My pretty girl tastes so good in my mouth." 

The lapping of his lips on your nipples had you hissing at the intensity, especially when he was still balls-deep in you.

His lips let go of your nipples after abusing the tender flesh, returning to lie down on his back, but this time, he made sure to keep your legs wide open, the sole of your feet resting on the surface for him to see your hole stuffed with his cock. 

"Ahhh—hahh–Jake–" You whined, leaning back to rest your palms on his thighs to balance your body. Although it did make you redden at how exposed you felt in this position. "Fuck, Jake. I can't— too deep….."

"I know, baby." He reassured you, holding your ankles to keep you at bay at his side. "But I need you to keep bouncing on my cock. My good girl can do that for me, right?" 

You nodded obediently, rolling your hips back and forth to continue fucking your slit with his cock. Your pace faltered with each minuscule movement of you going down on his dick, but Jake took this opportunity to thrust you up sharply to meet you halfway.

"Not yet," He groaned, noticing you show signs of slowing down. "A little bit more, baby." 

The loud and wet clapping of your ass hitting his thighs echoed in your shared apartment, and your face twisted in ecstasy when he took charge and slammed his cock into your sweet spot. He rammed the spot continuously, splitting your pussy open thrust after thrust. 

There was a reason why Jake needed you to be in this position; having access to play with your swollen clit as he pounded into you from below was sure to morph you into a blubbering mess. 

"So, close." You buck into his fingers when he thumbs your bundle of nerves, the knot in your stomach is keen to burst into millions of pieces as he switches between circling and tapping your clit with precision.

"Jake– Jakey, please fill me up." You break into a fit of sobbing, rolling your eyes back. 

Jake sighs in desperation as well. "Wanna see you cum, baby." He did everything he could to keep you high in the clouds with pleasure— his hips and fingers never ceased even for a second, utterly devoted to making you undone. "Wanna fill this sweet pussy nice and full with my seed." 

His voice coaxed the earth-shattering orgasm that ripped your body into shreds; the view of the ceiling was the only thing you see when you throw your head back when you come on his cock. 

Jake took a few more thrusts before he released his milky load into your cunt— your brain could barely register any ounce of rationality in your brain, body going limp as he rode your orgasm steadily. 

You lay down on top of him, feeling him pull his cock out to let his cum drip out of your tight hole. His hands found themselves around your body, pulling you into a sticky pile of embrace with him as you basked in the relief washing over you. 

You felt completely raw and fucked out that you could barely keep your eyes open. It was warm and sweaty, so different from the cold winter that prevails outside. 

"Jake," You swallowed, breathing through your nose as you tried to calm your beating heart. 

"That was…." 

"Intense?" He asked. 

You shook your head. "Amazing." 

His chest vibrates as he laughs, kissing the top of your head affectionately as pride swells in his heart at how spent you looked. 

The smell of cinnamon slowly wafted through the kitchen, reminding the two figures that they still had dozens of freshly baked gingerbread cookies that needed to be decorated. 

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A Holiday Special: ➜ Jake

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⌏⎯ TAKE ME

pairing… jake x fem!reader | genre… fluff | wc… 0.7k | warnings… none

a.n… idk if y’all remember my post ‘gorgeous’ but y’all seemed to rlly like that one, so if you’re looking for smth similar,, i suggest you read this one 👀 no promises it’ll satisfy but i’m just rlly missing this man and needed to do smth about it :’) enjoy <3

jake checked you out from behind, his eyes slowly trailing down your figure, and then back up as you looked at yourself in the mirror, making final touch ups to your appearance as you were almost ready to leave.

"can i come?" you heard, jake’s voice low and soft as he stepped closer to you.

immediately, his hands met your waist, circling around from behind as he pressed his body against yours.

but before letting yourself melt under him, you turned around under his fingertips, placing your hands sternly on his chest and almost pushing him away, "no, it's only the girls today."

ending with a shake of your head, you looked into his eyes again, expecting to meet an understanding gaze, but to your surprise, his stare was strong, intense. at this, you parted your lips to speak, but the words found themselves stuck in your throat, and suddenly whatever you had on your mind escaped your grasp.

he leaned in closer, his eyes intently on your lips. and before you could even react, he was already kissing you, not even a second later, already somehow managing to take your breath away.

the passion poured into the kiss caused your legs to grow weak, but his strong hold prevented you from going anywhere even if you tried.

eventually, he pulled back, leaving you in a daze and whining at the loss, finding yourself leaning in for more.

but his next words stopped you.

"can i come?" he asked again, an almost hint of amusement in his voice.

eyes never leaving his lips, without thought, you nodded, the desire to kiss him again still clouding your mind. and before you knew it, you were grabbing him by the collar and pulling him back in.

however, unable to even fully savour the moment, he pulled back, a cheeky grin plastered on his lips.

"great!" he exclaimed, a look of joy spreading across his face. he leaned in closer again, looking deeply into your eyes. "i’ll get ready then,” he whispered before giving you a wink and walking away.

blinking a few times, you stood there dumbfounded. it took a moment for reality to sink in, and when it did, you realised, he really tricked you.

wasting no time, you followed him frustratingly, upset that he not only fooled you into letting him tag along for something he wasn’t invited to, but he also left you craving for more kisses, and the fact that he left you longing for more fired something up in you.

you stormed after him, opening your mouth to speak, but before your words could escape, he already beat you to it.

"you know, i was only teasing you," he started, turning around with a chuckle, making you feel both relieved yet foolish at the same time. “i wouldn’t ruin today; i know how much you’ve been looking forward to it,” he paused before continuing in a playful tone, “even if it means having fun without me.”

“you wouldn’t ruin it,” you clarified.

“you get the point,” he said. “you look really pretty today, by the way.”

he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. you chuckled, resting your arms around his waist and head on his chest.

“thank you,” you let out softly. “i wish you could come, you know i do.”

“no, i know,” he laughed. “you can just make it up to me by taking me out next time, yeah?”

“you’re acting as though this is some sort of long goodbye—like we’re not going to see each other for a long time,” you smiled.

“i mean, i don’t know about you, but to me, four hours without you feels like forever.”

you pulled away slightly, narrowing your eyes at him before smacking his chest.

resting back down, you let out, voice just above a whisper, “so cheesy.”

you remained there, cherishing his warmth for just a few moments more, but eventually you pulled away.

he noticed as your eyes met his lips, and taking the hint, he quickly met you in the middle.

“i’ll see you later, okay?” you said, resting your forehead on his, a small smile lighting up your face, a sight that never failed to leave jake’s heart doing crazy flips in his chest.

he pulled you in once more, his hands holding the sides of your face.

“continue when you get back?” he suggested as he finally pulled away, a smirk growing on his face.

you left one last quick kiss on his lips.

“i’ll be back before you know it.”

a/n… ahh first work since the hiatus hehe hope this put a smile on your face :)) as always, reblogs, feedback, etc are always always appreciated !! love u mwah <3

[jaeyunverse]

skater boy

pairing: sim jake x fem!reader

genres: fluff, angst, crack, strangers to lovers, high school au

warnings: profanity, mentions of injuries, trauma and death, heavy angst towards the end, all my knowledge about skateboarding has come from google so this is not going to be very accurate LOL lmk if you think i missed anything!

wc: 9372

summary: jake hadn’t expected to see anyone at the skatepark in the middle of the night. he sure as hell hadn’t expected to fall in love the moment your gazes met either.

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note: omg i wrote this on such a whim LMAOO i hope y’all enjoy it though!! i had a lot of fun w this fic and i’d love to hear your thoughts :”)

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Save for himself, Jake Sim was not used to seeing anyone use the skatepark at four in the morning. 

It was like an unspoken rule: early evenings were reserved for kids and middle-schoolers, late evenings for teenagers, nights for smokers and stoners, and the time right before the crack of dawn for him. 

Jake didn’t like skating in front of people. He liked it when he had the entire place to himself. He liked it when amateurs didn’t ask to be taught by him. He liked it when he wasn’t requested to perform stunts on his skateboard. 

He liked it when he was left alone. 

Which was why the sight of you trying to balance yourself on your board in his safe space ticked him off.

Jake knew he wasn’t being fair. The skatepark was public property, and anyone who wanted to use it could do so without being answerable to him. He couldn’t just tell you to leave. It wasn’t your problem he wanted to skate in solitude. 

Jake contemplated skipping for one night and going back home. Surely, you wouldn’t be here tomorrow as well. Based on how you handled yourself, it looked like you had never skated before. 

Heck, you couldn’t even get on without having to clutch on to the safety railings. This was probably just a one-time thing, and Jake hoped you’d realise skating was not for you, give up and never return again. At least not when he came to the park. 

Right as he was about to leave, your gaze met his and you lost control of the skateboard. It slipped from under your feet, and you landed on your backside with a sharp hiss. 

Excruciating pain shot up your ankle as you tried to pull yourself up again, tears springing from the corners of your eyes. 

Jake watched you struggle warily. A voice at the back of his mind urged him to help you out, but he silenced it. He wasn’t an asshole on a regular basis, but he was still pissed you were occupying the skate park. 

“Fuck,” you breathed, biting down on your lip to stop a whimper from escaping. You limped to where your skateboard had rolled and picked it up. Approaching Jake, you said to him with your gaze trained on the ground, “You can skate if you want. I was going to leave anyway.” 

He raised an eyebrow, not having expected you to leave immediately. Maybe his expression had been colder than he had thought it was. Or maybe you were just unwilling to skate while he was present—you did embarrass yourself in front of him after all. 

You made to move past Jake when he caught sight of your scratched arms. His eyes moved to your ankle immediately, assessing it. 

“Hey,” he called, causing you to stop in your tracks. “How are you going home?” 

You hesitated. Gulped. Looked around. Then answered, “My brother’s going to pick me up.” 

Jake didn’t need to be a genius to know you had lied. But he understood. It was the dead of the night, and no one was around except a strange boy who was asking you weird questions. Obviously, you were on your guard. 

“Your ankle’s sprained. I can tell from the way you’re limping.” He had no idea why he was still speaking to you instead of just saying okay and moving on. Maybe it was the guilt blossoming in him for being the reason behind your pain that made him offer, “There’s a 24/7 open supermarket around the corner. You should ice the injury before it swells. I can help if you want.” 

“Oh.” 

A beat of silence passed. Then two. Jake opened his mouth. “Or not,” he said and chuckled awkwardly. This was exactly why he never bothered to engage with people. “Sorry if I made you uncomfortable—”

“I think I’d appreciate your assistance,” you interrupted and gave him a tight-lipped yet grateful smile. 

Jake blinked. He hadn’t expected you to take him up on his offer. 

“Sure,” he said. “My car’s parked right here. We can walk too, if you’d prefer that,” he added upon watching your expression turn cautious. 

“I’d rather walk,” you admitted. “It doesn’t hurt a lot and the distance is not much so I think I can manage.” 

“Oh, yeah, definitely,” Jake agreed without missing a beat. “Yeah. I’ll just—just hold on to your skateboard for you.”

God, this was so awkward. Jake was starting to regret ever offering to help you out. You clearly didn’t trust him, and he didn’t know how to convince you he had no ill intentions. 

“I’m Jake, by the way,” he said in an attempt to make conversation. “Are you from around here?”

You nodded, hissing a little as you walked beside him. “Yeah. I’m Y/N. I go to Grapevine High.”

“Grapevine?” Jake laughed, fisting his free hand at his side to keep it from snaking around your waist for support. He didn’t want to touch you without your consent—even though it was just to help. “That’s crazy. I go to Blue Valley High.” 

You gasped. “No way! You guys are such cheaters! The Championship Cup is rightfully ours.” 

“Sore losers call winners cheaters,” he teased. 

“You should be lucky I have a sprained ankle, or you’d be eating the ground right now.”

“You should be lucky Choi Yeonjun is graduating, or your school would be making a complete fool out of itself next year too.” 

You snorted. “Everyone knows your team paid the—Fuck!” 

Jake grabbed your arm the moment you lost your balance and pulled you towards him. You clutched his hoodie for support, involuntarily tugging him towards you as well. Jake almost tripped over his feet too but held his ground. 

“Do you need my help walking the rest of the way?” he asked, concern evident in his tone. 

Biting your lip in contemplation, you tried putting weight on your sprained ankle. You could feel the pain in your bones, so you glanced at Jake, your faces but a few inches away, and mumbled, “I’m sorry for being a bother.” 

Jake shook his head and wrapped an arm around your waist so he could assist you better. “Don’t apologise. I wouldn’t have offered to help if I thought of you as a bother.” 

The smile you gave him was a mixture of both grateful and relieved, and Jake couldn’t help the slight increase in the pace of his heart. Answering your unspoken gratitude with a reassuring upward curl of his lips, he waited for you to move your arm and sling it around his neck. 

“Do you always come to skate at the park?” Jake asked as the two of you slowly continued to the supermarket. “I’ve never seen you before.” 

You shook your head. “No. It’s a new hobby I’m trying to pick up.” 

“I can teach you if you want.” The words were out of Jake’s mouth before he could think of a reply. He paused for a second, waiting for the regret to settle in. Surprisingly, it didn’t, so he continued, “I’ve been skating since I was five.” 

You raised your eyebrows. “Really? That’s so cool! You must be really good.” 

“I guess.” Jake laughed sheepishly and ducked his head, trying to hide the blush that was creeping on his cheeks. God, what was wrong with him? Not only had he offered to teach you how to skate (something he would have never done if it were someone else) but was also feeling shy at the hint of awe in your tone. 

“I—I don’t know,” you answered hesitantly. “I don’t want to inconvenience you.” 

“You won’t.” 

“Are you sure? You looked pretty annoyed when you saw me at the skatepark.”

Jake’s eyes widened. “No! I wasn’t annoyed,” he lied. “I was just surprised.”

You stared at him for a moment before smiling knowingly. “Whatever you say, skater boy.”  

He opened his mouth to reply, but you beat him to it. “Oh, thank God, we’re here.” 

Indeed, when Jake averted his gaze from you, he saw the supermarket in all its glory. It looked empty, save for the half-asleep cashier slumped in his seat at the billing counter.

You let go of Jake and limped on one leg through the automatic doors. Slamming your hand on the counter, you yelled, “Get up and do your fucking job, Sunoo!” 

Jake watched in slight confusion and shock as the cashier jumped in his seat, almost falling off. “What the hell, Y/N?! Do you want to give me a heart attack?” he demanded in a shrill voice, his hand on his chest. 

“Oh, shut up, I did you a favour. You know there are cameras in here, right?” you pointed out. 

“You know the owner is an old lady who doesn’t even know the T of technology, right?” Sunoo replied snarkily, and then asked as realization dawned on him, “Why the fuck are you out so late?”

Jake saw you tense. “I wanted to go for a walk.” 

Sunoo frowned. “Alone? Does your mom know?” 

“I’m not alone. I’m with my new friend.” 

Sunoo followed your gaze and finally noticed Jake awkwardly standing at the door. Scoffing, he asked, “Sim Jake’s your new friend?” 

You narrowed your eyes and scrutinised both boys. “You two know each other?” 

“I don’t know him,” Jake replied, looking just as lost as you were. “Do you know me?”

“I know of you,” Sunoo corrected. “You’re pretty popular. Y/N, on the other hand, is not. Hence my disbelief.”

“Hey, asshole!” you exclaimed and glared at Sunoo. “I just don’t talk to a lot of people!” 

“Neither does Jake,” Sunoo pointed out. “But he’s known as the hot, mysterious skateboarder who keeps to himself while you’re known as the friendless girl. Or not known as,” he amended. “Because you’re not, you know, popular.” 

“You half-witted son of a cunt—” 

Jake stepped between the two of you before things could escalate. “Okay, let’s all calm down.” 

“Tell him to shut the fuck up first!” you whined. “He’s being such a jerk to me!” 

The corners of Jake’s lips quirked at the sight of your bottom lip sticking out in a pout. He promptly ignored the way his heart rate picked up. 

“What’s your problem, Sunoo?” he demanded from the cashier. 

“My problem is that Y/N woke me up!” Sunoo burst out. “I was having an amazing dream and now I can’t remember any of it!” 

“Deserved,” you commented under your breath before saying out loud, “Whatever. Sleep during your shift or don’t; I don’t care.” 

“Good!” Sunoo snapped. 

Sticking your tongue out at him, you grabbed Jake’s arm and tugged him deeper into the store. “Let’s go.” 

Snaking his arm around your waist again, he let you direct him towards the refrigerators at the rear end of the supermarket. “Who is he?” 

“My neighbour.” You rolled your eyes. “We’ve known each other since we were toddlers and he’s been a huge pain in my ass the entire time. I want to punch him every time he opens his fucking mouth.” 

Jake raised an eyebrow. “Hatred isn’t a very sexy look on you, Y/N.” 

“As long as it’s a little sexy.” You wiggled your eyebrows. “I trashed his car because he spread rumours about me at school. He’s working night shifts to pay for the repairs but all I had to do was throw the best rager of the year to nullify what he had done.”

“Wow.” Jake laughed. “I would not want to get on your bad side.” 

You grinned cheekily. “I don’t think you can.” 

Once the two of you had reached the refrigerators, Jake helped you sit down on the floor and fetched an ice pack. 

You carefully removed your sneakers and socks and rolled your ripped baggy jeans up a few times. There was some swelling on the outer side of your ankle, but the injury thankfully didn’t seem to be severe. 

“Oh, good, there’s no bruising,” Jake also noticed. Sitting cross-legged in front of you, he gently stretched your leg and placed it on his lap. “You’ll heal in no time.” 

“Do you hurt yourself a lot while skating?” you asked as he pressed the ice pack to your wound. You had a low pain tolerance and distracting yourself by talking always proved effective. 

Jake shrugged. “Kind of. This month I tried to skate down the railing that divides the staircase in the children’s park and fell off. Fucked up my entire body and couldn’t move for a few days.”

Mentally cringing at the image forming in your mind, you questioned, “Why do you perform risky stunts if they’re so dangerous?” 

“It’s fun,” he answered and moved your ankle in all directions slowly. “Skating makes me feel alive. It’s something I’ve been doing since I was a kid, and I can’t imagine quitting just because of a few injuries here and there.” 

“Don’t people break bones and tear ligaments because of failed skateboarding stunts?”

Jake grinned. “Then I guess it’s a good thing I don’t fail a lot. Besides, I usually wear full-sleeved clothes to avoid scraping myself. There’s a physical risk factor no matter what sport you pursue.”

You pondered over his words for a moment. “What made you start skateboarding?”

“This is starting to feel a lot like an interrogation.” He raised an eyebrow, a hint of a smile playing on his face. Your face heated in embarrassment, and you were about to apologise for asking so many questions when he continued, “I used to always see the skatepark while coming home from day care. My parents must have noticed me pressing my face against the car window each time we drove past because I was given a board on my fifth birthday. I’ve been skating ever since.”

“Woah. Isn’t that almost twelve years?” 

“A little over, actually. I turn eighteen this year.” 

Your lips parted in wonder. You’d met very few people who talked about skateboarding the way Jake did. His eyes were shining with barely contained excitement and his lips adorned a wide smile that sent your heart fluttering. 

You’d been uncertain before, but now you knew for sure you wanted to get to know this boy who had such love and passion for skating. 

“Does your offer to teach me how to skateboard still stand?” 

Jake beamed. “Always.” 

Jake hadn’t seen you for two weeks. While it hadn’t been that long, he strangely found himself missing you. 

It was as if something had clicked between the two of you when you’d been sitting on the supermarket floor. No one had ever bothered to ask Jake how he started skating, and he’d never seen anyone be genuinely so interested in his hobby. 

Jake never initiated conversations or even made a conscious effort to keep them going. Yet, the two of you had talked till the sun came up and only left when Sunoo kicked you out. 

He’d driven you home after and you’d exchanged phone numbers. He even made you promise him to see a doctor as he helped you up the porch stairs.

“I’ll message you when my ankle heals,” you had told him. “We can decide when to meet up then.” 

Jake had agreed, but as the days passed, he found himself itching to send you a check-up text. He’d never been one to overthink, so a few days later, you saw your phone screen lighting up with his name. 

For the next few weeks, the two of you texted constantly. From discussing which pasta sauce was superior to what your dreams were—you never seemed to run out of things to talk about. Jake couldn’t stop sparks of hope from igniting in him whenever he received a notification alert. 

He’d never felt this way for anyone. While it was scary for him to realise you were starting to become the reason he smiled so often now, he embraced the wave of affection that washed over him each time he thought of you. 

Texting every day turned to calling every day and calling every day turned to FaceTiming every day. Jake had become so comfortable around you that he wasn’t shy anymore to answer your video calls even though he was half-asleep and still in bed.

Unfortunately, the two of you weren’t able to meet again because of your heavy schedules. You were in a bunch of extracurriculars, and Jake had basketball practice after school. He missed you more than he would have liked to admit. 

AirPods in both ears, he was casually skating to the skatepark at 4 in the morning like usual when he caught sight of a figure leaning on the support railings. 

“No way,” Jake mumbled to himself and plucked his AirPods out of his ears. Getting off his skateboard, he hit its tail and began sprinting. 

The thud of his footsteps alerted you and you pocketed your phone. Pushing yourself off the railing, you turned around to greet him. 

Only to be thrown off your balance as he collided with you and engulfed you in a warm embrace. It took you a moment to react, but you laughed softly and wrapped your arms around him too. 

“Miss me so much, skater boy?” 

Jake pulled back and smirked at you. “Do you always call me skater boy because you don’t know my name?”

“Of course not!” You grinned. “You’re just so memorable, Jack. I couldn’t forget about you if I wanted to.” 

Amused, Jake raised an eyebrow. “Really? You’re just going to go ahead and call me the whitest name to ever exist?” 

“Jack’s not too far from Jake,” you pointed out. “And you do have an accent.” 

“It’s Australian!” 

“Mhm.” 

Rolling his eyes playfully, he glanced at your leg. “How’s your ankle holding up?” 

“Completely healed,” you chirped and moved it in all directions, going as far as jumping in place to prove yourself. Jake fondly smiled at your actions, his eyes turning into smile crescent moons. “Don’t you think you should have asked me this question before you crashed into me with the force of a truck?” 

Laughing sheepishly, he rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah, sorry. I just got excited.” 

“Nah, I missed you too.” You gave his shoulder a light-hearted punch. At your words, a seed of happiness sprouted in Jake’s chest. “Do you still want to teach me how to skate?” 

He grinned and set his board on the ground. “Get on. Without support.” 

“Wait, what?” you asked and glanced at the piece of wood nervously. “Just like that?” 

“You’re wearing the right kind of shoes so you’re already halfway there. Besides, it’s not that hard.” 

You shot him a dirty look. “Easy for you to say. I have zero balance, and this isn’t even a longboard.” 

“I’m surprised you know the terminology,” Jake commented. 

You looked a little taken aback for a moment, but you caught your bearings so fast he thought he’d imagined your expression. “I read up a little before coming.” 

“Oh.” Jake wasn’t completely satisfied with your answer, however, he let it slide without any further poking. “Well, you’re right; this isn’t a longboard. You have me to catch you if you fall off, though.” 

You stared at him for a moment. And then, “My ankle better not get fucked up again, skater boy.” 

“No promises.” 

Glaring at him playfully, you kept a foot on the skateboard tentatively. Your hand instinctively reached out to grab Jake’s sleeve, but you fisted it and forced it back to your side. 

This was turning out to be even harder than you’d expected. You were scared to put your other foot on the board in fear of it slipping under you like last time. 

However, your unwillingness to appear as a coward to Jake overpowered your anxiety. You were about to bite the bullet and just step on the board when Jake said, 

“Angle your feet sideways. Place your right foot in front of the left one.” 

Nodding without looking at him, you did as you were told. 

The skateboard moved a little as you stepped on it, a yelp leaving your mouth. Jake’s arms caged your figure from a distance, and you grabbed them immediately to stabilise yourself.

“Not that hard, was it?” 

You breathed a laugh and tried shifting the board a little from side to side using Jake’s support. “Apparently not.”  

He let go of your elbows as you got off the piece of wood. “You’re doing better than my first time on the skateboard already.” 

“Weren’t you, like, five?” 

“I’m really trying to be supportive here.” 

You snorted. “Why, thank you.” 

“My pleasure,” Jake popped and bowed dramatically. “You wanna go again?” 

The two of you must have practised and goofed around in the skatepark for hours—you could tell because of the sun rays that had begun to peek over the horizon. It didn’t feel that way at all, though. 

The concept of time never seemed to exist whenever you were with Jake both physically and virtually. No matter how long you spent with him, it never felt enough. 

Skating was a sort of therapy for Jake. He couldn’t go a day without cruising on the streets or performing stunts in the park when there was no one to watch. For you, though, he was ready to give it up. 

Being one of the reasons you smiled was of much more value to him. He loved the way your eyes sparkled as if they held the entire galaxy in them. He loved hearing you ramble about the most random things ever. He loved having someone he could be completely honest to.

Jake hated being cheesy, but he had to admit that his black-and-white life had suddenly turned vibrant and colourful when you entered it. 

He knew what this feeling was. Watching you confidently ride the skateboard with a huge smile on your face got rid of any fear he had. 

He wasn’t afraid to acknowledge his heart anymore. 

He was in love with you. 

Never had you imagined someone you’d only met a month ago would become so important to you.

Jake had come into your life when you needed him the most. Even though you couldn’t bring yourself to completely open up to him, his presence was enough. He made things easier for you. With him by your side, nothing felt impossible. 

But the weight of your guilt became a little too heavy to bear sometimes. So much so that you couldn’t help but think you didn’t deserve him. That you were moving on faster than people in mourning should. 

Were you even in mourning anymore? 

Your dead brother would have wanted you to escape the past and live your life. He would have wanted you to stop blaming yourself. He would have wanted you to find your safe space and heal. 

You were tired of the sympathy. You were tired of the it wasn’t your fault and there was no way you could have known. You were done with people telling you to stop torturing yourself. 

You deserved the emotional turmoil you experienced every single day. You didn’t deserve to get your pain taken away by Jake. 

It wasn’t hard to pretend in front of him. He wasn’t in your school and didn’t stay in your neighbourhood. The two of you had no mutual friends. He didn’t know you when you went through the biggest loss of your life. 

You felt guilty for putting up a happy facade and hiding the darkness in you when he was nothing but honest with you. Part of you wanted to tell him about your brother’s death, but underlying that urge was the fear of being thought of as someone who needed to be fixed. 

You didn’t know if you could survive another don’t blame yourself.

Jake was your escape from reality. When you were together, it was just you, him, and your skateboards. Being with him gave you a sense of normalcy. As much as you wanted to lay yourself bare in front of him, you didn’t want him to walk on eggshells around you. 

“What are you thinking about?” you heard him ask. 

Averting your gaze from the car window, you glanced at him and shook your head with a smile on your face. “Nothing.” 

“I can tell when you’re lying.” 

“I swear it’s nothing,” you promised, your heart constricting as the lie effortlessly left your mouth. “I’m just stressed about school. I have a lot of stuff due this week and a debate tomorrow. I’ve never been good with deadlines so I can’t help but be anxious.” 

He studied you for a moment, as if mulling over your words. You could tell he wasn’t convinced, but he didn’t push you further. Maybe that was why you were so comfortable around him. He never forced you to talk about something and always let you open up at your own pace. 

All he did was offer comfort and let you know he would be there for you no matter what. It was more than you could have ever asked for. 

“Do you want me to drop you back home?” he suggested, concern evident in his tone. “We can hang out once you’re done with your submissions and have a lesser workload.” 

You shook your head. “No, it’s fine. I’ll just lie in bed and think about all the things I haven’t done yet. I’d rather not be alone with my thoughts.” 

“Fair enough,” Jake said and turned his attention to the road again. 

There was silence for the next few minutes. You turned in your seat and reached for the back of the car to fetch your skateboards when Jake turned the corner of the park. 

“Don’t,” he said, making you pause. “We’re not going to skate today.” 

You blinked. “What?” 

“I have something else in mind.” Jake glanced at you out of the corner of his eye and gave you an excited grin. “I think you’ll love it.” 

“Really?” you asked, chuckling a little. “Where are we going?”

“Surprise” was all he said. 

Jake’s ‘surprise’ would have been pretty good if you hadn’t identified where you were headed the minute he took the turn that led you out of the town and towards the beach. 

For his sake, you pretended to be oblivious to your surroundings. He was right about the other thing, though. You were loving the direction this night had taken.

Besides, now that you thought about it again, it technically was a surprise to you that Jake remembered the one time you’d mentioned your liking for late-night walks on sandy shores. 

“No way.” You feigned a gasp and looked at him. “The beach!”

He gave you a pointed stare. “Shut up. I know you knew we were coming here.” 

“Yeah, okay,” you said and shrunk in your seat. He laughed softly. “But I really do appreciate you bringing me here.” 

Putting his arm on the headrest behind you, Jake put his car in reverse so he could park it. “And I appreciate you not bursting my bubble and embarrassing me. At least until I deduced how dumb I was to not expect you to know we were going to the biggest attraction of our town.” 

You grinned. “Ten out of ten for effort.” 

Looking at you, Jake rolled his eyes, and that was when you noticed your proximity. Your faces were so close you could count his eyelashes and see the brown flecks in his irises. 

The smile on your face dropped and your gaze flitted to his lips for half a second. Then went back up to find that his eyes were on your lips now. 

Your gazes met before you could look away and pretend whatever sparks you’d just felt had been nothing but a result of your wild imagination. 

He sucked in a breath. You braced yourself, your heart beating so fast you were sure it was going to leap out of your chest. 

Anticipation paralysing you in place, you could only watch Jake as he leaned in for a kiss. However, the seatbelt prevented him from closing the distance between your lips and a string of curses left his mouth instead. 

“Motherfucker,” he mumbled under his breath and fumbled with the buckle. You snapped out of your reverie and ducked your head, letting your hair fall over your face to hide your fluster. 

Jake struggled with the buckle, his hands shaking due to his embarrassment at not having thought things through and frustration at being cockblocked by a fucking strap around his torso.

You bit down on your lip to keep yourself from smiling. Deciding to take a leap of courage, you cupped his face in both hands, causing him to stop his actions and look at you.

You glanced at his mouth again and closed your eyes, finally placing your lips on top of his. 

At that exact moment, Jake’s belt buckle snapped open. Grabbing the back of your neck with a hand, he pulled you closer and kissed you harder. His other hand went to your buckle, unfastening it with the kind of expertise he hadn’t been able to showcase while he was undoing his own. 

You let your arm travel to his shoulder for support. Pushing yourself up, you climbed on him and straddled his lap. 

Jake’s seat jerked back as he adjusted it to accommodate you comfortably. His hand rested on your waist, the other one still wrapped around your nape. His thumb caressed your cheekbone gently—a total contrast to the passion with which he was kissing you. 

Running your tongue over his lip, you wove your fingers through his silky strands and tugged at them. He opened his mouth in response to your glaringly obvious request and tilted his head to the side, allowing you to deepen the kiss further. 

Jake knew he’d wanted this for a while now, he just hadn’t realised how much he’d wanted it. Pure, undiluted euphoria was coursing through his veins.

Part of him wanted to pinch himself to confirm that no, this wasn’t a dream, but he reckoned that wasn’t sexy and would ruin the mood. 

Out of breath, you detached your mouth from his. Jake’s lips chased after yours, unwilling to be separated from them just yet. He kissed you a few last times before burying his face in the crook of your neck. 

You rested your forehead on his shoulder, idly scratching the hair at his nape as you tried coming down from the high of the kiss. 

The two of you sat in a comfortable silence for the next few minutes. Jake rubbed soothing circles on the curve of your waist with his thumb, puckering his lips to leave a trail of butterfly kisses on your neck that caused goosebumps to erupt across your skin. 

You wanted him to say something—anything. What were the two of you now? This wasn’t a situation that was caused because you went with the flow and got a little too lost in the moment. The moment was over, and you were still nestled in his lap. His arms were still around you and holding you close, as if he never wanted to let you go. 

This wasn’t a mistake. This clearly meant something to him. 

Whatever this was, it was real. Real and genuine and infinite—

“I love you,” Jake mumbled against your neck. Your breath hitched in your throat, and you froze for a moment. This was the last thing you’d expected to hear.

He shifted so that the two of you were facing each other and gazed at you with wide, vulnerable, honest eyes. “I love you, Y/N,” he repeated. “More than I’ve ever loved anyone.” 

You were at a loss for words. “Jake…” 

“I know it was selfish of me to drop something so heavy on you without a warning, but I had to get it out,” he continued, a tremble evident in his voice. “I just wanted you to know what I felt for you. I couldn’t pretend any longer—” 

“Jake,” you stopped him before he could go on, tears pooling in your eyes. “Don’t. Please.” The expression on his face tore your heart to shreds. “I’m sorry.” 

He remained frozen for a moment, as if waiting for you to take your words back. But you didn’t. You didn’t and Jake thought he was dying and his soul was being ripped apart. 

He had thought he would be able to handle your rejection, but then you had kissed him as if your life depended on it and his hopes had skyrocketed. Now, his heart was shattered, and he didn’t think he’d ever be able to pick up the pieces.

The wound you’d inflicted on Jake was one that would never stop bleeding. 

Tears escaped your eyes as you opened the door of his car and climbed off him. Jake vacantly kept staring at where you’d been sitting in his lap, and you were about to shut the door when he said, “Wait.” 

He turned to look at you, pain and heartbreak colouring the whites of his eyes red. The sight only made your anguish increase tenfold.

“I’ll drop you back home,” he said. 

You opened your mouth and closed it again, unable to form a reply. Jake noticed your hesitation and clarified, “It’s not safe for you to go back alone. Please, let me drive you home. I promise this won’t mean anything.” 

You never thought you’d hated yourself so much. You’d stomped on his heart and here he was, begging you to let him do something nice for you.

Gulping, you nodded once and walked to the passenger’s seat on the other side. Jake had closed his door and strapped his seatbelt again by the time you opened the door of your seat. 

Wordlessly, he started the car and began driving. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw his knuckles turn white with how hard he was gripping the steering wheel. You swallowed the urge to apologise again and fisted your hands in your lap, averting your gaze to the window instead. 

The next thirty minutes were absolutely torturous. The air was thick with tension, and you didn’t know how to approach Jake. You didn’t think he even wanted to be approached by you. 

Hell, he probably never wanted to see you again. You were a complete monster for being so cruel to him right after you kissed him and gave him hope. There had been better ways to deal with the situation. 

The car came to a stop in front of your house. You glanced at him, but Jake was staring at the road silently, his grip on the wheel not having loosened even a bit. 

Your heart sank. Biting down on your lower lip, you tried keeping your whimper inside. Wordlessly, you unfastened your seatbelt and threw the door open. 

It was an effort to not glance back at Jake as you walked to the porch of your house. The moment you were inside, you heard him rev his car and drive away. 

Forever. 

Jake was a mess. 

He had been cooped up in his room and wallowing in self-pity the entire week. Technically he did leave for school because his parents kicked him out and he did attend basketball practice because his coach was on his ass. 

But other than that, he was at home, not even sneaking out to skate. He couldn’t be bothered to play the sport anymore.  

It was crazy how you had essentially ruined the only thing he was passionate about. Every time he looked at his skateboard, he was reminded of the times you had shared and the memories you had made. 

He was reminded of how you’d made him fall in love with you. 

You had forgotten your board in his car the night everything went to hell. Jake had brought it up to his room and propped it right next to his, noticing that the two pieces of wood looked really good next to each other. 

He had slapped himself hard when he came back to his senses. He was being so pathetic.

However, he reckoned he did have a good reason to brood and play Valorant, cussing out his teammates for faults that were clearly his. 

You had kissed him and then rejected him in the worst way possible. Begging him to stop pouring his heart to you? That hurt. 

And Jake was going to make it the problem of four people he had never met before. 

“I will boil your fucking balls if you die again, HoonVader6969,” Jake growled into the mic of his headphones. “You have contributed nothing to this game.” 

“Hey!” HoonVader6969 protested from the other side. “I have 2 kills!” 

“2 kills in 8 rounds is pathetic, you son of a bitch!” 

“What the hell, LegendJake404?” HeeKing1510 exclaimed as Ddeonu8809 used his ability and killed an enemy. “Hop off HoonVader6969’s dick! You didn’t land any kills and were the first to die in almost all matches!” 

Jake snorted. “I’d hop off HoonVader6969’s wiener if he had one.” 

JongDong111 laughed. “Can confirm from experience that LegendJake404 is right.”

“Shut the fuck up, Jay!” HoonVader6969 yelled in a strained voice. “We had a deal!” 

“The deal was to not mention the size of your dick to people we know,” JongDong111—Jay—countered smoothly. “I don’t think we’d associate ourselves with someone who calls themself a fucking legend.” 

“You’re one to talk,” Ddeonu8809 came to Jake’s defence. “You literally have a dong in your name.” 

Jake froze, identifying his teammate immediately. The reaction cost him, and he died. Now watching the game through JongDong111’s perspective, he exclaimed, “Sunoo?!” 

“Yeah,” he replied, unamused. “It’s me. You got yourself killed again, by the way, asshole.” 

“Damn,” HeeKing1510 muttered. “You all knowing each other is making me feel left out.” 

“Woah,” Jake interrupted. “Why am I an asshole?”

“Y/N’s been depressed all week because of you! It’s no fun being mean to her when she isn’t willing to fight back!” 

Jay whistled lowly. “Valorant player breaking a girl’s heart? That’s gotta make headlines. Some of us can’t even talk to the opposite gender.” 

“I’m gonna fuck you up, Jay,” HoonVader6969 threatened. “Stop indirecting me.” 

“Sure, Sunghoon,” Jay mocked. “We’ll see how good your fucking skills are.” 

“Get back in the closet, fucker. June’s over,” Jake snapped. “Sunoo, what do you mean Y/N is depressed because of me? She rejected me!” 

Jay hummed. “Oh, yeah, this version makes more sense.”

“You think she doesn’t feel anything for you? Did you even ever ask why she turned you down?” Sunoo questioned as another round began. Jake chose his ammunition, thousands of thoughts racing through his mind at the speed of light. He was utterly confused; what was Sunoo implying? “Or have you been screening her calls and leaving her texts on delivered all week?” 

“Not cool, dude,” HeeKing1510 said in a disappointed voice. “Also, I’m Heeseung.” 

“Nobody cares.” 

“I see why Jay bullies you, Sunghoon.” 

Jake ignored them. “I needed some space to get my shit together. She begged me to stop confessing right after she kissed me, Sunoo. And now she’s trying to get back in touch with me? What am I supposed to think?!” 

It was incredibly stupid of Jake to talk about his shitty love life in front of a bunch of strangers who had probably never felt the warmth of another person, but he didn’t care. He needed answers. What the hell was Sunoo talking about? 

“Look.” Sunoo sighed. “I don’t wanna say anything on Y/N’s behalf, but I’ll suggest you to not ghost her and respond. You guys need to talk. She knows that which is why she’s trying to get hold of you.” 

“Why do you know so much about this Y/N person?” Sunghoon asked suspiciously. 

“She’s my neighbour slash best friend slash mortal enemy slash parasite on my Netflix account.” 

Jake frowned. “Your best friend trashed your car?”  

“Wait, she was the one who trashed my car?!” 

Jake pulled his computer’s plug. 

Your jaw was quite literally on the floor. 

Jake had finally texted you back and agreed to meet you the same night. However, instead of feeling relieved that you’d be able to explain yourself to him, you felt on edge and jittery. 

No matter how much you tried, you couldn’t stop being nervous about what his reaction would be.  

After several sleepless nights and a lot of overthinking, you’d at long last deduced why his opinion of you mattered so much. 

You were in love with him. And you were scared that once you revealed your past to him, he wouldn’t accept it and love you for all your faults. 

You knew Jake deserved more credit than you were giving him—he understood you like no one else did, for God’s sake—but your fear of opening up to someone and laying yourself bare in front of them was tearing you apart. 

Maybe part of you hoped he would feel overwhelmed. Maybe part of you thought it would be better if he didn’t want to deal with your issues. Maybe part of you felt that you didn’t deserve Jake because you still hadn’t forgiven yourself for your brother’s death. 

Maybe that was why you had pushed him away and were sabotaging your relationship. Maybe it was all to punish yourself and hurting Jake in the process had only been the collateral. 

God, you were a terrible person for keeping your feelings bottled up and not dealing with them. You never should have left him in the dark. 

Sighing, you turned on your stomach and screamed into your pillow. You’d been lying in bed all day, not even bothering to go downstairs to drink water when you felt thirsty. 

Your parents had knocked on your door, concerned, but you’d waved them away and said you were on your period and had cramps. 

They didn’t believe you, but you were too distracted by Jake to tell them you weren’t thinking about your brother. You didn’t stop them when they booked an appointment with your therapist the next day. 

Feeling a little better after having screamed your lungs out, you dragged yourself out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom. 

You looked absolutely horrible. The person staring back at you from the mirror reminded you of the initial few weeks after your brother’s death. You had huge dark circles under your bloodshot eyes, and your lips were chapped and colourless. 

Your hair was a bird’s nest. Your head was pounding, and you had to grip the sink to keep yourself steady. 

You had to clean up. You couldn’t let Jake see you like this. There was nothing you could do to get rid of the exhaustion visible in your eyes, but you could have a bath and put on some makeup to cover your awful physical state at least. 

Taking a deep breath, you nodded to yourself. 

I can do this. 

Jake thought you had told him to meet you at the town park near your house instead of the skatepark that was slightly farther for a reason. Given what had happened the last time you were in his car, he suspected you didn’t want to enter it again.

Or maybe the place reminded you of your ruined friendship. It certainly did to him. He hadn’t visited the skatepark at all the past week. 

Jake had no way to confirm what your intentions were, so all he did was drive anxiously to your decided meeting place. 

You weren’t meeting in the dead of the night this time. It was early—around 6 p.m—and he couldn’t help but think you had suggested that hour because the town park was filled with people. 

Did you not want to be alone with him either?  

Shaking his head to get rid of the intrusive thoughts, Jake parked his car in the parking space and shut the door behind him. 

As he walked to the benches near the pond you had agreed to meet at, his phone lit up. 

y/n: i’m here

jake: omw 

He frowned at his reply. Was he being too informal? Should he have said something along the lines of almost there?

Before he could overthink anymore, a voice broke him out of his reverie. He jumped a bit, not expecting to have already reached the benches. 

“Hey,” you mumbled and attempted a smile. Upon failing miserably, you cleared your throat and averted your gaze away from him. 

Jake’s heart clenched. He was relieved to see you again after a week of zero contact, but he hated the sight of you looking so exhausted. You’d covered up your dark circles with concealer and tried to put some colour to your face using a rosy blush, but he saw right through it all. 

Maybe he should have not ignored you. It seemed that while he was busy getting over your rejection, he hadn’t given much thought to how his confession had affected you. 

“How are you?” Jake asked as he took a seat beside you on the other end of the bench. He realised what a stupid question it was the moment the words left his mouth. You looked miserable. 

You shrugged and wrapped your hands around yourself. He could barely see your face because of your hoodie. “Surviving. You?” 

“Surviving.” 

Silence followed your short-lived conversation. Jake racked his brain to search for things to say, but you beat him to it. 

“Are you wearing concealer?” 

His eyes widened. “W—what?” 

“It’s not blended well.” You pointed at his swollen eyes half-heartedly. “You did a sloppy job.”

Embarrassment crept up Jake’s neck and tinted the tips of his ears red. “Yeah? So did you.” 

You closed your mouth at that. Personally, you thought you’d done a good job at covering how pathetic you felt. You’d gone as far as watching a few episodes of Modern Family to uplift your spirits. Your parents had even said that you looked better when you were leaving the house. 

But then again, it had never been hard for Jake to read you. 

Sighing, you dropped your gaze to your lap and fumbled with your fingers. “Thanks for coming.” 

“I’m sorry for ignoring you.” 

Swallowing thickly, you nodded once. “I’m sorry too.” 

“Y/N,” Jake begged. “Look at me. Please.” 

Eyes burning, you hesitantly faced him. There were tears welling in his bloodshot eyes too but he didn’t bother wiping them away. It broke your heart to see how much your actions had hurt him. 

You knew him well enough to know he hadn’t put makeup on to protect his pride but to protect you from feeling even more terrible about what you had done. 

You needed to tell him the truth. Right now. He deserved to know all of it. 

Wiping your tears, you asked him, “Do you remember the night we met? I told you my brother was going to come to pick me up but then you dropped me home after we finished icing my ankle in the supermarket?” 

Slowly, Jake nodded. “I do.” 

“I lied to you that day,” you continued, bracing yourself for what you were about to say next. “My brother was never going to come to pick me up. He’s dead. He has been for a little over a year now.” 

You couldn’t bear to see the shock on his face. You couldn’t bring yourself to wait for the sympathy to replace it instead. So, you looked away again and kept talking before he could speak, 

“He was a skater too. A really good one. He loved me and cared a lot for me. I used to be so surprised when my friends talked shit about their brothers. Mine used to tease me a lot but he never got me into trouble. We were tight, and always had each other’s backs. 

“I sneaked out to a party one day and my brother caught me. Usually, he drove me wherever I needed to go because I have overprotective parents, but he’d donated blood that day and he wasn’t supposed to drive. I buttered him up and got him to let me borrow his car keys on the condition that I wouldn’t drink and would come back home before dawn. I was desperate to leave so I brushed him off and promised him that I would stay sober.” 

Laughing humourlessly, you shook your head. Your lower lip wobbled as you resumed, “Spoiler alert: I didn’t keep the fucking promise. I got absolutely wasted. Somehow, my brother got to know and left to pick me up. I think it was through someone’s snap because I remember drinking from a beer bong and people recording it. He didn’t want me staying at my friend’s place overnight because that would have gotten both of us in trouble.” 

You sniffled and swallowed a sob. Jake and you were in a fairly secluded place but there were still a few other people, and you didn’t want any unwanted attention. 

“He got in my mom’s car to come to get me—he thought he’d given enough time for the side effects of the donation to fade. The police said he must have fainted while driving. The doctors performed surgery on him the entire night, but they couldn’t save him.” 

Finally looking at Jake, you said, “And you know what the worst part is? I didn’t know he’d been in a car crash till he was dead. Amidst all the panic, my parents didn’t think about waking me up when they got the call, so they never knew I wasn’t at home. I had passed out at my friend’s house from partying too much while my brother died on his way to pick me up.”

Jake’s lips parted. “Y/N…” 

“Everyone keeps saying it wasn’t my fault and my brother should have known better because he was an adult. I hate that my parents don’t hate me for killing their firstborn. I hate that they’re paying one of the best therapists in town to get me through this. I hate that nobody blames me even though I’m responsible for his death. I’m supposed to face the consequences of what I’ve done. I’m supposed to be suffering and I hate that you make things easier for me. I hate that I’ve made you fall in love with a killer—”

“You’re not a killer, Y/N—” 

“Then what else am I!” you burst, tears freely falling down your face now. “I’m a horrible person, Jake! I don’t deserve you and your goodness. I don’t deserve love!” 

“Don’t say that—” 

“Do you know why I was at the skatepark the other day?” you asked angrily. “I wanted to learn how to skateboard so I could feel closer to my brother. He always wanted to teach me. He thought it would be a good way for us to bond, but I always had an excuse. Extracurriculars, academics, exams—I never made time for him and his passion. I wanted to learn how to skateboard because it was my way of keeping him in my heart. 

“But then you came along, and you made me so happy. You knew nothing about my past, and I craved the normalcy I felt when I was with you. It was so easy to befriend you because I didn’t have to take your sympathy and be treated as someone who needed to be fixed. It was so easy to fall in love with you because you were able to offer me comfort despite having no idea about the most traumatic experience of my life!

“I thought I could push you away. I thought I could punish myself by not allowing myself to move on, but I only broke your heart in the process. I don’t know what to do. I don’t wanna be hurting anymore, but it feels wrong and selfish to wish for happiness when I’ve done such a monstrous thing.” 

The floodgates were released, and you were sobbing openly now. Your throat was closing up and its insides felt like sandpaper. Your head was throbbing, and your vision was completely foggy. You felt dizzy. 

Jake scooted closer and wrapped his arms around you, tears falling from his eyes as well. He pulled you against him and let you bury your face in his chest. He hated seeing you in so much agony, but he had no words to offer. 

So, he let you cry for as long as you wanted, rubbing soothing circles on your back and caressing your hair. 

Jake couldn’t even begin to imagine going through such a loss. He admired you for pushing through for so long. He was proud of you for being brave enough to open up to him. 

He still loved you just as much and he was going to make sure to never leave your side as you navigated through your pain. 

Never.

“Jake, we’re late!” 

“Hold on, I’m trying to find my hoodie!” 

Grimacing, you yelled back, “I was wearing it yesterday and spilt mustard sauce on it.”

There was silence for a moment. Then heavy footsteps that sounded a lot like stomping. Then—

“You did what?!”

“I’m sorry!” you whined. “I’ve dropped it at the dry cleaners already!”

Jake gave you a dirty look and shrugged on the denim jacket lying on his sofa. “Don’t bother returning it.” 

“I can’t do that,” you said and slipped your hand through his, tugging him along. “You have to wear it for a few weeks so it starts smelling like you again and I can steal it once more.” 

“I’d offer you another hoodie, but I don’t know how I feel about something else being spilt on it.” 

“Bold of you to assume you have any hoodies left, skater boy.” 

Despite himself, Jake laughed and pulled you close, pressing a kiss to your temple. “You cheeky motherfucker.” 

“What are you going to do about it?” you challenged as the two of you reached his car and strapped yourselves. 

He hummed. “Leave early?”

“C’mon, threaten me with something realistic.” 

“You don’t think I’d do it?”

“You love me too much and haven’t seen me in over two weeks. I know you wouldn’t do it. I’m actually surprised you even thought of it.” 

“You got me.”

Snorting, you relaxed and looked outside the window. It was a pleasant day outside. The sky was clear, and the sun was shining. Everyone had huge smiles, thanks to the beginning of summer break. 

Jake and you had been dating for a little less than two years now. You were both in college now and pursuing your dreams. Unfortunately, you couldn’t get into the same university, but were thankfully in the same state, living just an hour away from each other. 

You didn’t know if you could call your relationship long-distance since traffic was the main reason your travel time crossed the sixty minutes mark.

Nonetheless, you were happy and were making it work. You were in a much better place than you were two years ago. You had an amazing boyfriend who loved you more than you thought was possible and stood by your side no matter what, and a therapist who actually understood you and helped you come to terms. 

Right now, the two of you were on your way to the local skatepark. You hadn’t been able to find much time to keep practising, but Jake had kept his skills polished and made it a point to visit the park at least three to four times a week. 

You were probably going to hurt yourself and make a huge fool of yourself in front of the kids who skated there—he had told you they were extremely talented for their age and had taught him some new stuff too—but it was okay. 

You weren’t afraid to fall anymore; you knew Jake would always be there to catch you. 

[kazmura]

8:26 AM

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As the sun's gentle rays streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow in the room, you slowly stirred awake, greeted by the peaceful stillness of the morning. The soft sheets tangled around your body, and you shifted slightly, feeling the weight of Jake's arm draped over your waist, holding you close in a comforting embrace.

A content smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you turned your head to gaze at him, your heart swelling with affection. His features were relaxed in slumber, his lips ever so slightly parted, allowing soft snores to escape, tickling the skin on your neck where his head was nuzzled.

With a gentle touch, you traced your fingers along his forearm, feeling the warmth radiating from his skin. Jake shifted slightly, a contented sigh escaping his lips as he nuzzled even closer, seeking comfort in your presence.

You took a moment to savor the sensation, the feeling of being cherished and protected in his embrace. It was in these stolen moments, where the outside world seemed to fade away, that you found solace and peace.

Lost in your own thoughts, you allowed your fingertips to trace the contours of his jawline, reveling in the texture of his stubble against your skin. Jake stirred again, his grip around your waist tightening as he nestled his face into the crook of your neck, seeking a deeper connection even in his slumber.

A tender chuckle escaped your lips, filled with amusement at his sleepy antics. You marveled at the way he effortlessly intertwined his life with yours, even in the simple act of sharing a bed.

You shifted slightly, your movement eliciting a murmured response from your boyfriend. His voice, still tinged with sleep, vibrated against your skin as he mumbled unintelligible words.

"You're awake already?" His voice was husky with sleep, but filled with genuine warmth as he gradually became more conscious of his surroundings.

"Mmm, just a few moments ago," you replied softly.

His grip around your waist loosened slightly as he lifted his head, his eyes fluttering open to meet yours. The drowsiness in his gaze quickly gave way to a spark of affection as he took in your expression.

A sleepy smile graced his lips as he brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. "Your beautiful even in the morning."

You felt a blush creep up your cheeks at his compliment, a testament to the power he held over your heart. "Flattery won't get you out of making breakfast," you teased, poking him gently in the side.

He chuckled, the sound reverberating through his chest and sending vibrations against your back. "Only if you promise to stay in bed a little longer."

You nodded, your heart swelling with affection as you leaned in to press a tender kiss against his lips. The world outside the room seemed distant and insignificant, as if nothing else mattered except this quiet, shared moment.

As you pulled away, still relishing in the connection, his gaze held yours, "I love you," he whispered, his voice laced with sincerity.

"I love you too," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

With a contented sigh, Jake nestled his head back into the crook of your neck, his breathing gradually evening out as he succumbed to the gentle pull of sleep once again. And as his breathing synchronized with the rhythm of your own, you closed your eyes, surrendering to the blissful embrace of dreams.

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" shamefully, a lazy remix of my old terry fic... i love it tooo much to not have it on my new blog ㅠㅠ this is my happy jiwuu debut fic!! new blog new me is real. "

[kazmura-archived]

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As you and Jake were spending time together, engrossed in your own activities, you felt a gentle and warm nudge against your neck. Startled, you turned to find Jake, his face adorned with a mischievous smile, clearly up to something.

With a barely audible mumble, he tried to convey his thoughts, causing you to raise an eyebrow in amusement and curiosity. His attempt to hide, almost like a shy puppy, only added to the adorableness of the situation.

Catching on to the game he initiated, you played along, pretending to be clueless about his intentions. "What was that, Jake? I couldn't quite catch what you said," you teased, feigning innocence.

A faint blush graced his cheeks, yet he stood his ground without faltering. He gently pressed his face against your neck once more, murmuring softly, "I love you." It was a tender and intimate act, allowing him to express his emotions comfortably.

You couldn't help but giggle at his adorable antics, finding them both heartwarming and entertaining. You gently cupped his face, tilting it upward to meet his eyes, amusement evident in your expression.

"You know you don't have to hide, right?" you said softly, your voice filled with warmth. "I love it when you share your thoughts with me, especially when they're as sweet as this."

His eyes sparkled with gratitude, and a shy smile formed on his lips. Although he might have been initially hesitant, he found comfort in knowing that you accepted him just the way he was.

From that moment forward, Jake's habit of nuzzling his face on your neck became a delightful part of your interactions. It became a secret language between the two of you, a way to express affection and communicate without needing to utter a single word.

even more delulu after the comeback

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[sunghoonbite]

pairing: jake x reader

warnings: nsfw, roommate au!!, walks in on you changing trope, unprotected sex, light biting, shy reader, i reused the “i need your help” line again my bad it’s too good

minors dni, before reading

my asks are open! i wanna do mtl with the members, send rqs :)

you and jake were roommates this semester, renting an apartment near campus.

you had never had any problems with each other, typically focusing on yourselves instead of interacting much at home.

this worked for both of you. you didn’t need to be close, and that’s okay. he was attractive, undoubtedly. but there had never been much of an opportunity for you two to interact much; leaving you alone with just fantasies you tried to erase from your mind at night.

today, a bit after school, you stood in the center of your bedroom, sunlight just barely peeking through your blinds. you had dressed up nicely for your 10am class, which had since passed long before.

you took both hands and lifted the bottom of your top upwards, ready to change into loungewear.

tossing it into your laundry basket near your bed, you worked your hands to your back to unclasp your bra.

once done, naked if it weren’t for your shorts, your door slammed open, the knob wobbling at the hand that turned it.

fuck. you forgot to lock the door.

you turned to face the entrance without giving it a second thought, before covering yourself promptly.

“oh shit, fuck, i’m sorry” jake sputtered, shutting his eyes once he processed the situation.

he shut the door back to how it was without wasting time, and you turned back around, silently cursing yourself before throwing on your nightshirt.

an hour later, while you rested on your bed, jake entered again, knocking on the door before entering this time.

when it opened, he appeared shirtless (not to say this wasn’t usual for his around-the-house attire) with the hem of his boxers peeking out above his sweatpants.

it took you a second to notice, initially, but he was evidently hard, his hand placed next to his cock as if putting it on display for you, holding it out for you to see.

“can you help me?” jake asked, looking up from his pants, smiling sheepishly.

you felt your body run warm, eyes fixated on his crotch. it was hard to force your words out.

“with…” you stuttered, trailing off. your throat was dry.

the corner of his mouth pointed up while you spoke.

“with this, yeah,” he replied, hands still on the waistband of his boxers, “you’re the one who caused it.”

you’re the one who caused it.

his voice repeated in your ears while you stared, fiddling with the seams on the collar of your top. you’ve never thought of yourself as attractive. you caused this much of a reaction out of him?

you brushed it off as typical man behavior. they get horny at everything.

you take a step towards him, swallowing your own saliva, and walked until you were close enough to touch. you reached your hands down to his waist, nervously toying with his boxers before pulling them down along with his pants and exposing his cock.

“you see what you did to me?” he spoke quietly.

you weren’t completely sure what to do now, inexperienced and hands trembling while your head spun.

“okay,” you swallowed, “do you want me to-“

jake placed his hands around your waist and moved your body, changing positions so that you were up against the wall. your back lightly smacked against it, with the quiet slam of your body hitting it as evidence.

“can i fuck you?” he said, almost a whisper as he let his eyes trace your features. his fingers danced around the hem of your top, brushing against the strings, quietly admiring you before you replied.

“yes,” you spoke, quietly but not with uncertainty.

“need to be inside you,” he muttered, almost to himself, moving his hands down to his cock and rubbing it with his thumb once his hand wrapped around it.

you didn’t know exactly how to respond, you had never been in a similar situation before, so you allowed him to take the lead.

his breath was against your skin now.

“i need to fill you up,” he replied lowly, “my pretty girl.”

you hummed a “please,” unsure with how you’re supposed to reply.

he entered you almost completely, out of pure desperation, letting out a groan as soon as his cock made contact with you.

“jake,” you breathed out, voice shaky, trying to hold yourself up. your legs wobbled as he moved inside you, making it hard to stand.

“is this okay?”

you nodded.

“with your words,” he asked of you, and you choked out a “yes.”

his hands were tightened around your waist now, palms against you while his thumb traced little circles with his fingertips against your skin.

“you feel so good,” he moaned against your ear, and he picked up the pace when you whimpered at the sound of his voice.

his heavy breaths increased every time he pounded into you, head tilted back from the pleasure. he held you in his grip, bodies pressed against each other.

“more,” you whined at him, his moans were rapid and unsteady, piercing into your skin as his volume increased.

jake obliged, thrusting into you. every inch of him was inside you now, pounding in and out, his skin slapping against yours each time he fucked his cock back inside you.

“fuck,” he groaned under his breath, “i’ve always wanted to fuck you. always.”

you couldn’t reply. you whined.

“i’ve needed you for so fucking long,” jake said, “nothing compares to having my cock in you.”

embarrassed, you lifted your head up so you wouldn’t have to look at his face, shakily inhaling while you rested your head against the wall, the tip of his cock hitting your cervix.

jake leaned his head in, nipping at your neck that was now more exposed to him as you looked at the ceiling. he took a section of your skin and sucked, biting down.

you whimpered out, your nails finding their way to his back before scratching lightly against his skin.

he sunk his teeth in further.

he removed his mouth, ignoring the red patch he left on your skin topped with his spit, his teeth marks etched in.

“i’m close,” he moaned against you, “wanna come with me?”

“mhm,” you uttered out, but it was barely comprehensive due to blending in with your other noises.

“words,” he said again.

“yes, jake” you replied.

his speed picked up as his gripped your waist tightened

“where do you want me to cum?” he asked, exhaling.

“um,” your voice shook, “inside?”

he laughed at that, slightly, an airy laugh that escaped him for a second before responding,“alright.”

he let out a groan, loudly, filling your cunt up with his cum before fucking it back into you without even pulling out for a break.

your legs shook and he held you up, hands pressed into the back of your waist to give you support. your head was thrown back once your orgasm moved through you, allowing yourself to cum on your roommate’s dick.

he pulled out when satisfied, his cum immediately dripping down the sides of your inner thighs.

carefully, jake let go of his hold on you, and you nearly fell to the floor without his weight.

you shook, still against the wall of your bedroom. your cunt pulsed, aching for him despite just being clenched around him as you watched him redress.

he looked up at you once he clasped his belt.

“thanks for the help,” he said, before turning to the door and walking out.

[en-dazed]

first, tangled - sim jaeyun, lee heeseung

PAIRINGS: jake x reader, heeseung x reader

GENRES: friends to strangers (to lovers?), love triangle, angst, jake is your first love and childhood best friend (and your boyfriend’s roommate), heeseung is your boyfriend

WARNINGS: brief mention of alcohol and drinking but nothing other that i think??

PROMPT: in which reader meets her first love and ex childhood best years later - as her boyfriend’s roommate

WORD COUNT: 5803 words

A/N: THIS IS PART 1 OF A SERIES. Endgame hasn’t been decided yet but this will be at least a 2 or 3 part series so if you have any preference for who reader should end up with then send me an ask and i’ll consider it! suggestions are accepted <3

You met your first love when you were 10 years old. Your understanding of love was limited to the love you felt for your parents and your family. It would only be years later that you realised just how deep your feelings for your first love had gone, even from the beginning. 

You met your first love on the first day of school that year. New to the area, you were shy and could barely make eye contact with anyone. The kids in the area had gone to school together since kindergarten and were already friends with each other. You were the outsider that they had stared at curiously, whispering in the hallways about who the new girl was as you had walked to your first class that day. 

You had sat down way in the back, hoping that no one would notice you. With your eyes glued firmly to your desk, you failed to notice the boy who approached you. 

“Hi, you’re the new girl aren’t you?” 

Even as a kid Jake shined brighter than anyone else. You had struggled to make eye contact with the friendly boy but he persisted in trying to talk to you. 

“My name’s Sim Jaeyun but everyone calls me Jake. What’s your name?”

You mumbled your name, looking at your desk instead of him. You expected him to leave but he surprised you by taking the empty seat next to you instead. 

Jake was extremely persistent. 

He would talk to you about anything and everything, would help you during lessons when he saw you struggling and he would even let you use his notes to study. Jake never forced you to talk and at first you didn’t. You listened as he ranted about his day and the soccer practice that had gone horribly. You listened to him talk about his dog and how much he loved her. 

You listened and slowly you began to open up as well. You remembered that he had smiled widely the first time you had opened up to him and it made you think that Jake had a very nice smile. You found yourself looking forward to going to school, rushing through the gates to see Jake once more. You began to notice the way he played with his hair when he was nervous, the way he fiddled with his thumbs when he was impatient and you noticed how he would maintain eye contact when he spoke to you - as if you were the only person in his world at that time. But you were only 10 and couldn’t understand why you liked Jake so much

Jake was popular in the way that genuinely nice guys were. Everyone liked him and even the ones that didn’t really know him, knew of him. They knew him as the smart kid who always got top scores in class, the one who was friendly with everyone, even the shy girl who sat at the back of the class. They knew him as the kid who was always ready to offer a smile to anyone and would drop his own plans to help someone he barely knew. Everyone liked him but Jake only ever sat next to you. 

Even as the years and seasons passed by and you both entered high school, Jake never went away. He was an ever present constant in your life and you told yourself that that’s why you felt your body warm up whenever he would smile at you. You told yourself that your heart ached to see him at all times because he was your best friend and there was no other reason for it; there couldn’t be. 

“Do you ever think about how different things would be if I never talked to you that time?” He asked you one evening, while you were both lying side by side on your bed. 

You thought about his question for a minute before replying. “I’d be alone and you’d probably have another best friend.” You told him and he turned towards you with an uncharacteristically serious look on his face. 

“I can never have another best friend. It’s you or no one else Y/N.”

You felt your heart race at his words but you disguised it by hitting his shoulder. 

“Hey! What was that for?” He complained loudly. 

“You were being too cheesy.” You looked away to hide the growing blush on your face. 

You experienced your first heartbreak before you even realised that you were in love and hearts could break. 

“Y/N,” Jake had bounced up to you in class one day. “I think I’m in love.”

Your stomach churned and you didn’t understand why. 

“With who?” You asked and you didn’t know why you wanted to know so badly. 

“Minji from third period,” He sighed dreamily, lost in thought. “She asked to borrow my notebook today and I think my brain short circuited.”

“Oh,” You gulped. “That’s nice.”

You tried your best to hide your disappointment, plastering a smile on your face while your heart sank. Jake didn’t seem to notice the look on your face. 

“She’s so pretty Y/N. I don’t think I've ever felt this way about anyone else before.”

You felt your stomach flip again as you listened to him talk. It was an ache you couldn't quite explain, a realisation that perhaps your feelings for him ran deeper than you had ever acknowledged. Jake smiled as he talked about his new crush and you found a name for the feeling in the pit of your stomach. 

You were in love with Jake but he wasn’t in love with you. 

“Which do you think Minji would like more?” Jake pulled up two shirts, one black and one white. 

“The black one.” You answered after giving it a split second look. 

Jake looked at the black one closely and seemed to decide you were right, throwing the white shirt on his bed beside you. 

“I’m so nervous Y/N,” He ran a hand through his hair and you felt your heart skip a beat when you saw the simple action. 

Focus Y/N.

You forced yourself to look supportive. “It’ll be fine, Ikeu. She asked you out so I’m sure she likes you.”

“Thanks Y/N. You’re such a good friend for coming over to help me get ready.” He smiled gratefully at you and you felt your heart break a little bit more. Lately you hated it when Jake called you his friend. 

“It’s no problem.” You lied through your teeth. 

That night when Jake called you to tell you that Minji had kissed him on the date, you had forced a congratulations before ending the call abruptly. 

You spent the whole night sobbing onto your pillow and wondering why you had to fall for the one person who you couldn’t have. 

Jake and Minji started dating the summer you turned 18. Slowly, your best friend started spending less and less time with you and more time with his new girlfriend. You told him it was fine when he had to skip your study date to go help Minji with something. You told him you didn’t mind when he forgot to pick you up to walk to school together, the way you both had done every year for so many years. Each time, you reassured him with a smile, telling him it was alright and that you understood. Deep down, however, the ache of loneliness crept in.

It was a delicate balance between being supportive of your friend's happiness and grappling with the void left behind. The pang of abandonment was a bitter pill to swallow, yet you convinced yourself that this was what friendship meant—being there through both the highs and lows, even if it meant sacrificing your own happiness. If friendship was all you’d ever have then you’d be the best friend he ever had. 

“I’m sorry Y/N,” He apologized after he cancelled another one of your plans together. “Minji wants me there and I don’t want to tell her no. I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

“It’s alright.” You lied again - something that had become second nature to you lately. Secretly you wondered if Minji was calling him on purpose to cancel your plans together every time. You had a feeling that she didn’t like you too much, something that was solidfied by the way she would ignore your presence whenever you were near. Jake, however, was oblivious to it all. 

“You’re such a good friend Y/N. Thank you for being so understanding.” 

A good friend. 

It felt like an arrow through your heart. 

“I’ll always be your friend.” The word tasted horrible in your mouth but you said it because you knew it would make Jake happy. And it did - he smiled at you so brightly and for a minute you were okay because Jake was smiling at you and everything was alright whenever he smiled. 

But the reality was quite different. As the day passed you found the distance between you two growing bigger and bigger. Jake and Minji grew closer and you and him grew apart. Perhaps there was no longer any room in his heart for you and you wondered if you had just been a placeholder until someone new came along. It pained you to entertain such thoughts, but they were difficult to ignore. You became an outsider, relegated to the sidelines, masking your true feelings behind a facade of understanding and support. 

Jake had long stopped sitting next to you in class, his seat next to yours now empty. Instead, he opted to sit next to Minji. Your interactions went from being glued to the hip to a polite smile in the hallways when you saw each other. The promise of always being friends had fallen empty and you watched as your best friend slowly became a stranger. 

And before you were even 19, your first love was over. 

You met Heeseung in your first year of college. He was everything you deemed unattainable—tall, gorgeous, and popular—a stark contrast to your own self-perception. You had faded away into the background just like before when your friendship with Jake had ended. You noticed Heeseung, of course. How could you not? As your new friend Wonyoung liked to say, Heeseung was a greek god among men. You didn’t expect him to notice you so it took you by surprise when he approached you one day in the Starbucks on campus. 

“Y/N right?” He asked and you found yourself at a loss for words, shocked that he even knew your name. You nodded on autopilot and he gave you a coffee with your name on it. 

“The barista was going to call out your name but I told him I would hand it to you. I thought it would be a good excuse to talk to you.” 

The words slipped out before you could filter them: "Why would you want to talk to me?"

Heeseung smiled shyly. “Because I think you’re pretty.”

The whole interaction threw you off balance and when he made his way out the door with a coffee and your number written on his hand you were left feeling as if you were stuck in a dream. 

For once, Jake was not on your mind. 

The last time you had seen the boy you called your first love was at your highschool graduation. He had sat with Minji at his side as was usual for him by then. Wherever Minji went, Jake followed. That was also the last day that you had talked to him. 

“Congrats, Y/N.” Jake had approached you while you were alone. 

You had smiled at him, congratulating him back. “Valedictorian huh? I always knew it would be you.” You told him and his eyes shone with something that looked to you like sadness. But that couldn’t be it right?

“Y/N I’m really sorry for how horrible of a friend I was at the end. I-“

“Ikeu!” You felt your stomach churn at the familiar nickname, the name that you had given him. 

Minji bounced up to you and suddenly you wanted to run away, as far away from the situation as possible. 

“It’s okay Jake. I think you have other priorities now.” You nodded towards Minji before leaving. 

You forced Jake out of your mind and out of your life. You shoved him in a box both literally and metaphorically, with all reminders of him collected and gathering dust under your bed. Your first love had become your first heartbreak and you didn’t want to delve on it any longer. You didn’t want to think about Jake any longer. 

Maybe that was the reason that had pushed you to say yes to Heeseung when he asked you out on a date, a few days later. 

The day of your date with Heeseung arrived, and you found yourself nervously adjusting your outfit in front of the mirror. You had chosen something that made you feel confident and comfortable, hoping to make a good impression.

The first word you heard when you opened the door for Heeseung was “Wow.”

He stood at your door with a bouquet of flowers and an awed look on his face. “You’re so gorgeous.”

And you felt a familiar surge of butterflies in your stomach, something that you had never felt for anyone other than Jake. 

The evening unfolded effortlessly. Heeseung paid attention to you like no one ever had, hanging onto every word you spoke as if it was gospel. He made you feel special, wanted. In turn, he shared his own thoughts and experiences. The more you talked, the more you realized how much you had in common proving your first impression of him wrong. 

“Can I hold your hand?” He asked you as you walked through a park. He ran his hands through his hair and immediately you were transported and there was Jake in front of you. But just as fast, the glimpse of him was gone and you gave him your hand, not because he reminded you of Jake but because you genuinely liked him. 

As the night drew to a close, Heeseung walked you back to your dormitory. Standing under the soft glow of the streetlights, there was a sense of anticipation hanging in the air. Heeseung looked at you earnestly, his eyes filled with genuine interest.

“Y/N, I had an amazing time tonight," he said, his voice gentle yet filled with sincerity. "I'd love to see you again if you're up for it."

A smile crept across your face as you realized that, in this moment, you had a choice. You could continue to let the past define you, or you could embrace the uncertainty of this new connection that had the potential to bring you joy and happiness.

You took a deep breath, feeling the weight of your decision lifting from your shoulders. With a newfound courage, you replied, "Heeseung, I had a wonderful time too. I'd love to see you again."

It was a leap of faith that turned out to be one of the best decisions you made. Heeseung treated you like you were a princess and for once, you felt like you were first place in someone’s life. 

Jake’s presence in your life was all but gone when he came crashing back in. 

“Let me know when you want to leave, okay?”

You couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your lips when you heard the familiar words. It was something that Heeseung told you whenever you went out, to let you know that you could always find him when you wanted to go and he would leave without any questions asked. 

“I’ll let you know.” You promised as you entered the house. 

You didn’t know who’s house it was or who was even hosting the party. You could barely recognize some of the faces in the house, most already clearly drunk from the way they were swaying on their feet. 

It was Heeseung’s idea to come here but you didn’t mind. You trusted Heeseung and when it came to him, you were willing to try new thing and new scenes. His hand remained on your waist as he guided you through the house. 

The air smelled of alcohol and smoke. As you moved through the crowded house, the noise of conversations and music enveloped you. It was a chaotic scene, filled with flickering lights and the pulsating beat of the music. You could feel the energy in the air, a unique blend of excitement and recklessness that could only be conjured when you put together a bunch of drunk college kids. 

"Heeseung!" A voice called out from within the throngs of people, piercing through the ambient noise of the party. Heeseung's attention shifted as he turned to locate the source of the voice. You followed his gaze and noticed a figure pushing through the crowd, making their way toward you.

When the guy got closer, your heart dropped to your stomach. 

Jake stood before you, a shocked look on his face at the sight of you. 

“Y/N?” 

Heeseung glanced back and forth between you two, a surprised look on his face. “Do you two know each other?”

You feigned a smile, moving closer to Heeseung. “Yeah we went to school together.” It was so much more than that but you didn’t want to tell Heeseung the extent of your relationship with Jake. 

Jake’s eyes flickered from Heeseung to you before finally dropping to his arm wrapped around your waist. A flicker of understanding appeared on his face and you shuffled on your feet under the weight of his gaze. 

“That’s great! I don’t have to introduce you two then,” Heeseung beamed, completely oblivious to the tense air hanging over them. “Jake’s my roommate. And Jake this is my girlfriend, the one I was telling you about. It’s so crazy that you know each other already. Small world and whatever it is they say I guess.”

Heeseung had no idea. 

As Heeseung introduced you as his girlfriend, you felt a mix of emotions swirling inside you. The weight of the unspoken truth weighed heavily on your shoulders, and guilt gnawed at the edges of your conscience.

Smiling, you turned to Jake, mustering as much warmth as you could. "It's nice to see you again, Jake," you said, trying to sound genuine. “Really is crazy how you two are roommates huh?”

“Crazy.” He mumbled. 

Heeseung turned towards you. “I’m going to go get a drink, ok? I’ll be back soon I promise.” He gave you a peck on the cheek before leaving and you felt like you would burn up from the way Jake looked at you. 

You wished that you had been able to at get in at least one drink before Jake had showed up. You were way too sober for this situation. 

"I didn't expect to see you here," Jake finally broke the silence, his voice laced with a mix of curiosity and sadness. "How have you been?"

You took a moment to gather your thoughts, the conflicting emotions swirling within you. "I've been... okay," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. "Life has been... complicated."

Jake nodded, a hint of understanding in his eyes. "Complicated... that's one way to put it."

“Where’s Minji?” You hoped that you were able to mask the bitterness in your tone. 

“We broke up. Right after graduation actually. She was cheating on me with Jay. You know him right? He was captain of the soccer team.”

You felt a pang of sympathy for your once best friend. “I do. I’m sorry you had to go through that.” Your words were sincere. Whatever had happened between you two, you had never wanted anything bad to befall him. 

Jake nodded, his gaze shifting away for a moment before returning to meet yours. "Yeah, it was a tough time. But I've been trying to move on and focus on other things."

Silence settled between you for a moment, the weight of unspoken memories and unresolved feelings hanging in the air. The past had a way of resurfacing at unexpected moments, forcing you to confront the choices and consequences that led you to where you were now.

"Y/N, I have to ask," Jake began, his voice tentative. "What happened between us? I mean, we were... close. And then everything changed."

You laughed and this time you were sure he heard how bitter you sounded. “No Jake. You changed. You started dating Minji and I became your second choice. I was always there for you. I tried to be a good friend to you, the best friend. But you abandoned me as soon as you got someone else.”

Jake's expression shifted, a mix of regret and realization crossing his features. "Y/N, I messed up. I made a mistake by taking our friendship for granted, and I'm truly sorry for that. I never intended to hurt you or make you feel like a second choice."

Your voice wavered with a combination of hurt and anger. "It's not just about being a second choice, Jake. It's about how you treated our friendship when things got complicated. You distanced yourself, and I felt abandoned and replaced. It hurt."

Jake's gaze dropped, his shoulders slumping with the weight of his own remorse. "I can't change what happened, but I want you to know that I regret the way things turned out. Losing our friendship was a terrible loss for me."

The rawness of the emotions between you was palpable. Memories of shared laughter and moments of happiness flooded your mind, conflicting with the reality of the present. But when you saw Heeseung approaching you, your reality came crashing back. 

“It’s a little too late for that Jake.”

Heeseung's cheerful demeanor faltered for a moment as he sensed the tension in the air. He glanced between you and Jake, his brow furrowing in confusion. "Is everything okay?"

You took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself. "Yeah, everything's fine," you replied, forcing a smile. "Jake and I were just catching up, that's all."

Heeseung looked unconvinced, his eyes lingering on both of you before he finally nodded. "Alright, if you say so." He turned to Jake. “We should all hang out together sometime, man. I’m sure you and Y/N have a lot to catch up on.” 

Jake nodded, his gaze fixed on the floor. "Yeah, maybe."

Heeseung's attention shifted back to you, concern etched on his face. "Y/N, are you sure everything's okay?"

You nodded, avoiding his gaze. "I'm just a little overwhelmed by the crowd and the noise. Maybe we should find a quieter place."

Heeseung's expression softened, and he gently took your hand. "Of course, let's go outside and get some fresh air."

As you walked away from Jake, a whirlwind of emotions and conflicting thoughts consumed your mind. Guilt gnawed at your conscience, but so did the longing for things to go back to how it was with Jake. You found yourself caught between the familiarity and comfort of your relationship with Heeseung and the unresolved feelings you had for Jake.

Outside, you and Heeseung found a quiet spot away from the clamor of the party. The cool night air washed over you, providing a momentary respite from the chaotic atmosphere.

Heeseung wrapped his arm around your shoulders, concern evident in his eyes. "Tell me what's really going on, Y/N. I can sense that something's bothering you."

You looked into Heeseung's eyes, your heart aching at the thought of hurting him. But the words that formed on your lips were not the whole truth. You couldn't bear the idea of losing him, not yet.

"It's nothing, Heeseung," you said, forcing a smile. "I guess seeing Jake just brought back some memories from highschool, but I'm happy now, and that's what matters. I don't want to dwell on the past."

Heeseung's brows furrowed, his grip tightening slightly. "Y/N, I want you to know that you can always be honest with me. I'm here for you, through thick and thin."

You nodded, fighting back the urge to spill the truth. "I know, Heeseung. And I appreciate that. But right now, I just need some time to process everything. I promise it's not anything serious."

Heeseung studied your face, searching for any signs of deception. After a moment, he sighed and pulled you into a gentle embrace. "Okay, Y/N. Take all the time you need. Just know that I'm here for you, no matter what."

Tears stung the back of your eyes as you held onto Heeseung, grateful for his understanding and support. In that moment, you made a silent promise to yourself that you would find a way to resolve your feelings, to make a decision that would bring clarity and honesty to your relationships.

Deep down, you knew that the path ahead would be challenging and filled with difficult choices. But for now, you chose to hide the truth, hoping that time would bring at least some lucidity and guidance, and praying that your heart would find its way back to where it truly belonged.

“Heeseung?”

“Hmm?”

“I’d like to leave now.” 

He kissed your forehead, a soft touch of his lips that made your heart soar. 

“Anything you want.”

Seeing Jake had stirred up something in you, something that you thought had died long ago. Your mind was suddenly filled with memories that you hadn’t thought about in forever, memories of a boy that you were sure you would never see again. 

It was always accompanied with a rush of guilt - a silent apology for Heeseung who looked at you as if you hung the stars. The weight of your conflicting feelings laid heavy on your shoulders and you felt as if you might drown under it. 

It was as if the universe was playing a cruel joke on you, conjuring Jake up from your past just as you were starting to move on. The feelings that you thought you had locked up were begging to be let out, to be felt, to be heard. 

Jake being Heeseung’s roommate was another brutal twist of fate. 

When Heeseung asked you to come over for a date night, you didn’t have the heart to tell him no. Or maybe you could’ve and your answer was led by a part of you that wanted to see Jake again. Either way, when you showed up at his door that night, you were a ball of nerves. You wiped your sweaty palms on your pants before you knocked on the door. 

Heeseung opened the door and you felt… disappointed? No of course not, you scolded yourself. You did not want to see Jake. 

Heeseung greeted you with his warm smile and pulled you into a gentle hug, oblivious to the turmoil churning within you. 

"Hey, Y/N. I'm so glad you’re here. I’ve been looking forward to this" Heeseung said, his voice filled with genuine happiness.

You managed a smile, though it felt forced. "Me too, Heeseung."

As you stepped into the apartment, you couldn't help but glance around, half-expecting to catch a glimpse of Jake. The realisation that he was just a few feet away, possibly in his room, sent a shiver down your spine.

Heeseung led you into the living room, where soft music played in the background, creating an intimate ambiance. The smell of a home cooked meal wafted through the air and you noticed candles carefully placed around the room. Your heart melted - Heeseung had clearly put a lot of thought into this for you. 

“I cooked for us,” Heeseung told you nervously. “I hope you like it.” 

You gave him a peck on the lips, a smile on your face. “I already love it, Heeseung. Thank you.” You told him genuinely. 

As you settled down on the couch, your nerves slowly began to subside, replaced by a sense of appreciation for Heeseung's thoughtfulness. The flickering candlelight created a warm and intimate atmosphere, casting a soft glow on the room.

Heeseung sat beside you, his eyes filled with affection as he reached out to hold your hand. The weight of guilt and conflicted emotions still lingered within you, but for a brief moment, you allowed yourself to be present in this beautiful setting.

Heeseung's cooking was delicious and when you told him so, his cheeks heated up. The conversation flowed naturally between you, lighthearted and comfortable momentarily distracting you from your thoughts. As you shared stories and laughter, you noticed a faint sound coming from the hallway. Your heart skipped a beat, recognizing the familiar voice.

Before you could fully comprehend what was happening, Jake appeared at the entrance of the living room, his eyes widening in surprise as he took in the scene before him.

"Hey, guys. I didn't realize you were having a date night," Jake said, his voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and awkwardness.

Heeseung turned to look at Jake, momentarily taken aback. "Oh, hey, Jake. Yeah, we were just enjoying a quiet evening together. You're back early."

Jake shrugged. “Yeah I didn’t feel like staying out too late tonight.” 

“Well if you have nothing better to do then you’re welcome to join us.” Alarm bells rang in your head when you heard Heeseung’s invitation. Jake seemed to hesitate for you a second before he accepted, sitting down on the opposite end of the couch. 

“Here, you can choose the movie.” Heeseung, ever the gracious friend, handed over the remote to Jake. He didn’t say anything as he flicked through the movie titles on screen before finally settling on something. Your eyes widened when you realised what movie it was. 

“This one.” He chose, staring pointedly at you.

“Y/N do you mind?” Heeseung asked you. 

You shook your head no. “It’s my favourite movie.” You told him. 

“That’s great then!” Heeseung seemed oblivious to the way Jake looked at you as the movie started. 

The first familiar scene started playing and you couldn’t help but feel wistful. Every scene, every line of dialogue reminded you of when you would watch it with Jake every weekend. The both of you had watched it so often you had memorised the lines and at some point it had become a game to see who would remember what line came next. You stole glances at him, his eyes fixed on the screen but his demeanour slightly distant.

Heeseung, engrossed in the movie, seemed oblivious to the emotional tension that lingered in the room. He occasionally leaned in to whisper a comment or share a smile with you, unaware of the conflicting emotions brewing within your heart.

Unable to handle the tension that crawled over you any longer, you excused yourself. “I have to go to the washroom.” You whispered to Heeseung before untangling yourself from him. 

He pointed at the hallway. “It’s the first door on the left.” 

You nodded, mustering a small smile, and made your way down the hallway. As you entered the bathroom, you took a moment to compose yourself, staring at your reflection in the mirror. 

You can do this Y/N. 

You took a deep breath before opening the door ready to go back to the movie. Instead, you were met with Jake waiting outside the bathroom. 

“Y/N… Can we talk?”

You looked at Jake, uncertainty and apprehension swirling in your mind. The last thing you wanted was to engage in a conversation that could potentially complicate your already conflicted emotions. The thought of opening up old wounds and facing the unresolved feelings from the past was overwhelming.

“What’s there to talk about Jake?” He winced as if you had slapped him with your words. 

“I want things to go back to the way it was before. I want us to be friends again.”

You almost laughed at his words. “Are you kidding me? You want us to be friends again after all that?”

You couldn’t help the words that came next. “And besides, I never thought of you as a friend anyways.”

The look of hurt on Jake’s face alerted you to what you had blurted out. Shit. 

“What do you mean by that?” He asked, the hurt evident in his voice. 

You sighed, realising how badly you messed up. But you couldn’t go back now. 

“I was in love with you Jake.” Your voice was soft when you spoke. “I was in love with you since the day I first met you when we were 10. I was still in love with you when you chose Minji over me. You were never just a friend to me.”

Jake's expression softened as he processed your words, a mix of surprise and regret crossing his face. He opened his mouth to speak but seemed at a loss for words.

"I... I didn't know," he finally managed to say, his voice filled with remorse. "I never meant to hurt you, Y/N. I never realized how you felt about me."

You looked at Jake, your eyes filled with a mixture of pain and vulnerability. "I know you didn't, Jake. And it's not entirely your fault. I never had the courage to tell you how I felt, and I allowed myself to believe that being just friends was enough. But it wasn't. It tore me apart to see you with someone else, but I couldn't blame you for choosing Minji. I couldn't blame anyone but myself for not speaking up."

Jake's eyes glistened with remorse as he reached out to touch your arm gently. "Y/N, I'm so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you. If I had known, things might have been different. But I can't change the past."

You gently took his hand off of you. “I can’t ever just be friends with you Jake.”

As you turned to walk back towards the living room, Jake's voice called out behind you. "Y/N?"

You stopped but didn't turn around, waiting for him to speak.

"I never stopped caring about you. Even when we drifted apart, you were always in the back of my mind. And... I'm sorry."

Those words hung in the air, a bittersweet acknowledgment of the past. With a heavy heart, you continued your path back to the living room, where Heeseung awaited. The familiar warmth and comfort of his presence enveloped you as you sat down beside him.

Heeseung noticed the sombre look on your face and gently squeezed your hand. "Is everything okay, Y/N?"

You looked into his eyes, feeling a mix of gratitude and guilt. "Yes, Heeseung. Everything is fine."

Everything is fine. So why did it feel like your heart was torn in two?

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Summary: Joining an already debuted group, you find yourself at the centre of attention, controversy and a series of unfortunate chaotic events every time a certain pup boy is in the sight. But Jake Sim can’t seem to stop following you?!

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( 🧥 ) HIS BEIGE SWEATER — JAKE SHORT FIC

[ DAY THREE ] of the advent calendar !

( 🧥 ) SYNOPSIS . you still remember, the 3rd of december, where he gave you his sweater. you would never forget that day.

( ˙ᵕ˙ ) PAIRING . jake x gn!reader ~~ WC 0.8K+ ( 827 )

( 🧥 ) GENRE . fluff, angst, realized too late kind of thing 😪

( ˙ᵕ˙ ) WARNINGS . INSPIRED BY THE SONG “HEATHER” BY CONAN GRAY , nothing but bittersweet

( 🧥 ) NOTE . IK NICHO WAS SUPPOSED TO BE NEXT, but i had the random urge to write jake angst … AND ITS DEC 3RD, I HAD TO WRITE TO HEATHER FOR THIS EVENT !! so … yes … here we are … sorry nicho and jake my baes 😢

"Hey YN!" Jake greets with a wave, sprinting toward you as he spots you seated on the porch steps. You respond with a smile, reciprocating the friendly gesture. When he reaches you, he comes to a halt and promptly takes a seat beside you.

"Hey Jake," you shiver slightly, rubbing your arms. He catches you, suddenly adopting a serious expression. You glance in his direction, finding him crossing his arms, which elicits a small chuckle from you. “Now what, Sim Jaeyun?”

“Okay, not you pulling out the government name!”

“Sorry…!” You smile, both knowing it was a playful tease, and he acknowledges it with a grin.

Jake playfully scolds, "Anyways, you should have worn something warmer, YN. Like seriously, just a long sleeve shirt in a weather like this?"

You chuckle, "I didn't expect it to be this cold, honestly. I was just out to get some fresh air.”

Without another word, he removes the sweater he’s wearing, and hands it over to you. “Here.”

“Huh?”

“Wear it,” he insists, still holding it out to you, patiently waiting for you to take it from his grasp. He shoots you a slightly confused expression, wondering about the source of your hesitation. “What? Want me to help put it on you or something?”

He grins instantly when you finally take it from him, though you still appear a bit hesitant. “Are you sure? You’re going to be cold, y'know.”

“You’ve been out here longer than me. I can deal with it for a bit.”

You ease into the sweater, still hesitant. "Are you sure about this, Jake?"

“Yeah, I’m sure. You can borrow all my stuff for all I care,” he responds nonchalantly.

“Oh well… thank you for the sweater, Jake,” you hum, taking in the light, sweet cologne that lingers on his beige sweater. As you glance at your side, you make eye contact with Jake, surprised to find him still looking at you. “Um… what are you looking at?”

“It’s nothing—it looks better on you than it ever could on me,” he smiles.

Curiosity piqued, you inquired, "What makes you say that?" Jake grins, his eyes holding a playful sparkle. "Because I like you, YN."

Because I like you, YN.

How you wished you could go back to December 3rd 2022 just to hear those words once more.

In that moment, you wished you could express everything you feel. To tell him how much you like him — his smile, his presence, his jokes — to lay bare the evidence of your affection, to confess that what you feel goes beyond mere liking; it's love.

Sighing, you snap out of your thoughts, glancing at your home screen—December 3rd, 2023. You can't help but wonder if he would give you his sweater again, though the chances seem unlikely. “YN!” a familiar voice calls out, and as you turn around, there's Jake, wearing the same smile and surprisingly, the same sweater from that memorable day. It feels like deja vu, a moment echoing the past.

“Hey Jake,” you greet, a smile playing on your lips. In your mind, you wonder what he might ask of you this time, a curiosity tinged with a hint of anticipation. How you wished you could experience that day once more.

This scenario feels too familiar, and you can't help but grin at his concern, secretly hoping for a repeat of the sweater gesture. "Well, you know, I didn’t think it would be that cold again," you say, stealing a glance at his familiar beige sweater.

He catches your gaze, a mischievous smile forming. "Speaking of which, do you think I look good—" he asks, pointing to his sweater.

Caught off guard, you blurt out, "I’ll take—" without thinking, momentarily forgetting your initial expectation of getting the sweater. “Wait, what?”

“Huh?” he says, clearly confused.

“Nevermind…what were you saying?” you awkwardly say, realizing you got ahead of yourself.

“I was asking if I look good 'cause… you know, I wanna impress her.”

Oh.

You should’ve known.

“Oh—yeah, yeah. You look great,” you respond, a hint of bitterness coloring your words.

"Thanks," Jake grins, seemingly satisfied with your response. Just then, he spots someone in the distance and without much explanation, he hurries off.

Confused, you follow his gaze and realize he's approaching another person, a girl who was wearing the same amount of layers you had that night. She was pretty, you had to admit.

Observing from a distance, you witness Jake taking off the sweater and handing it over to her. It feels like a familiar scene, as if you're reliving the same moment from a different perspective.

A pang of self-realization hits you. There's no right to be jealous; after all, it was your opportunity to seize, and it slipped away before you could even grasp it. Regret settles in as you reflect on the missed chance, contemplating the unspoken feelings you've harbored for Jake.

If Jake only knew how much you loved him.

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,, late night walkings ‘‘

“im more of a night person”

highschool student!Jake X highschool student!gn Reader

Jake’s place-to-escape is the park only at the very late night hours, he never thought he’d now have to share his place with a stranger || genre fluff, a bit of angst & comfort! || wc 2.0k+ || lowercase intended. || ✎ ᝰ . not my fav but i worked a lot on it, pls tell me what you think!

“late night walking became my favorite thing now because it’s with you”

“you’re failing your classes and you can’t do anything right! what happened to you?” jake heard this sentence a few times lately, especially from his parents and teachers.

he took a big sigh and laid back his chair. he has been out of motivation lately and barely even wants to get out of bed, he tries his best but nothing comes out of it, he’s on the verge of giving up already.

he looked at the clock on his desk, it showed 11:48PM, he has been studying up until now and lately he had been dealing with problems of sleeping as well. “guess i’ll go out for a walk” he smiled to himself, grabbed his coat and quickly made his way to the door.

“where are you going? sim jake!” his mother called him but it’s nothing new, he has been going out on these hours lately and always comes back about half an hour later, she sighed to herself, shaking her head in disappointment.

finally arriving at the nearest park to his house, he sighed loudly. “will i be able to pass this year successfully?” he asked himself, looking at the dark view ahead of him.

the park is big, there’s a river along the entire place and there are a few benches to sit in front of the river, the view is breathtaking, especially in the night when all you see is the lights from the buildings on the other side of the river and the dark water that make those really relaxing and comforting sounds. it’s certainly a hobby of jake to come here every time when he can’t seem to fall asleep.

you were just now finishing your job in the convenient store, taking your bag and a few snacks, you waved goodbye at the worker who replaced you and headed out of the store. the weather was chilly, it wasn’t too cold but it wasn’t too hot either, you loved it.

you’re working at the convenient store to save up some money so you could spend it on the things you need. at one point you wanted to feel independent and stopped asking for money from your parents, so you had to start working.

however, you didn’t expect everything to be even more stressful. your parents wants you to be successful, but you’re falling behind everyone in the class, you’re feeling like a very much disappointment to everyone.

“will i be able to make my parents proud?” you sighed and took a bite from your snack. you actually like the outside more than your own house, especially at nights so you usually just go out after work until you feel like getting back home.

you usually wake up around 6AM and finish your job around 11:50PM, your sleeping hours are a bit messed up but you don’t regret being hardworking at all. school is important to you, but you also gotta make money for living.

“i’ll go to this park today” you’ve never been in the park before, but you heard your co-workers talking about how pretty it is at night, you’re usually hanging around at the close playground just by yourself, playing some games on your phone and eating snacks alone.

slowly making your way to the park, you took out a few snacks that were in your backpack as you were feeling a bit hungry.

when you arrived at that park, you stopped for a minute. you admired the peace and beautiful view, you took a few seconds to look around and explore the whole place.

that was when you saw a dark figure, sitting on one of the benches in front of the river. “is he a stalker of someone or something…?” you asked yourself and slowly got closer to the figure.

you tried carefully not to make any noise and when you got close enough, you heard a crying and sniffing sounds. no way….is he…crying…? you thought.

you didn’t want to interrupt his cries so you sat on one of the benches that was next to his. you looked at the river without looking at him. “i don’t know you at all but i know that something’s probably off if you’re here at this park at this hour while shedding a few tears” you tried to make a joke and maybe brighten his mood but all it did was to make him stop crying.

he wiped his tears and looked at you. “your parents didn’t teach you it’s not okay to talk with strangers?” he asked. “i don’t like following my parents’ rules, i break them” you chuckled.

he was looking at you but you were looking at the river without making any eye contact with him. “i’m sorry to interrupt your crying session, if you feel like venting then do it, we’re strangers anyway so it’s better since i know literally nothing about you” you casually said.

you were right, you both really don’t know each other and honestly? venting to a stranger is better than venting to someone you know, there is no judgement from the stranger’s side so you don’t feel like you’re being judged.

“i feel like i’m disappointing my parents, my teachers and everyone else i know, school is the main reason and the problem is, no matter how hard i try i just never manage to achieve my goal” he sadly smiled. “and if you were wondering, i like this park, it’s better than my home and the only place i find comfort in” he added.

you bit your lip, his story really sounded similar to yours, “i know it’s hard, but you can do it, you’ll manage to get out of this loop, you need to learn from your mistakes and move on with the help of them.” you sighed, “you shouldn’t be too harsh on yourself, you should learn how to firstly accept yourself, and then it’ll slowly affect your surroundings” you finally looked at him and you made an eye contact.

your eyes brightened a bit, he looked really out of motivation and tired, nevertheless he was really beautiful, even if it was really dark and you could barely see him. jake feels the same too. up until now he saw half of your face, but when you made eye contact something in him softened, you looked tired as well, almost as if you were the same person in different bodies, you were absolutely beautiful in his eyes even though he didn’t see much of your face since it’s really dark.

“thank you” he whispered, “i really needed to hear that” he nodded. “im y/n” you randomly said, “if you like this place and come here everyday at this hour, then i guess it’ll be my routine as well” you chuckled. “jake” he replied. “never thought i’d have to share my park with a stranger” he added. “you know my name so now we’re not that much of strangers” you smiled softly.

you and jake kept talking and getting to know each other better, you didn’t notice the time that passed by so fast, and suddenly you heard jake’s phone getting spammed with loads of texts. “oh god, it’s like 1:30AM right now, my mom’s worried sick” he stressfully said.

you got closer to him and put a hand on his shoulder to calm him a bit, “you’ll be fine, your mother will relax as soon as you tell her that you’re alive” you giggled. he chuckled a bit and got up next to you.

that was when you figured he was taller than you expected. “woah you’re tall” you put a hand over your mouth. “told her i’m alive and breathing, let’s do a little walk around the park!” he excitedly said as he turned off his phone.

for a few more minutes, you and jake spent your happiest moments together, even if you’re both complete strangers that just met each other, you managed to find comfort in each other really fast.

around 2AM you decided to call it a night, and each of you went the other way back to your house.

the sun rise and you were already eating your breakfast, quickly getting ready for school and heading out your home. “i’ll be back home late don’t search for me” you claimed without waiting for your parents’ reaction.

jake was doing the basically same, “i’ll be back home as usual” he sighed and closed the door.

your day routine was the same, getting into school and walking out of school, you went to your convenient store to start working and jake headed home.

it was around 11:20PM that jake stopped studying, he looked at the clocked and sighed, “should i visit their work place today….?” he asked himself. yesterday you told him that you’re working at the close convenient store and invited him to visit you whenever he feels like it.

through the whole day, jake couldn’t stop thinking about you, you met yesterday but jake already couldn’t stop feeling attracted to you.

he decided to go and visit you so he took his coat and headed out, without updating his parents again. he finally arrived at the place and looked at the store from the outside.

he saw you there behind the counter, studying a bit since there was no one in the store. you looked even prettier now that jake could see you in the light. he walked in and a ringing bell sound made you look up at the glass door.

“hell- oh? jake!” you excitedly said when you saw the person. “i decided to pay a visit” he smiled.

oh man, jake was too handsome now that you could finally see him fully in the light. “thank god, it was so boring here already” you rolled your eyes and sighed.

“my shift ends in about 20 minutes, do you wanna snack some noodles in the meantime?” you offered. there was no one in the store anyway so you could eat with him.

“do you always work that late?” he asked worriedly. “guilty” you giggled, “what can i say? i’m more of a night person”. jake nodded and went to grab his favorite noodles to make.

when your noodles were finally ready, you sat on the bar that was in front of the glass walls of the store, happily eating your noodles and joking around. “i was planning to see you at the park today anyway, i even told my parents i’ll be back home late” you smiled. “i didn’t tell my parents anything, i’m probably going to get spammed again” he rolled his eyes in annoyance.

twenty minutes later and your other co-worker came to replace you. “have fun on your shift!” you smiled and went out together with jake. “to the park?” he asked. you nodded, “to the park”.

and every night it would be the same, jake coming to your work and you’re walking together to the park. it almost feels as if the park belongs to the both of you only. the same routine kept on going for months already.

jake slowly started to get his grades back in track and you did the same. “it’s all thanks to our late night walkings” you sarcastically said. “it’s true though! without your comfort that day i don’t think i’d be where i am right now” he smiled at you.

“late night walking became my favorite thing now because it’s with you” he blabbered out. “it was my only way of escaping the reality back then but ever since i met you it changed it’s meaning” he chuckled, “thank you, for turning my late night walkings into something more meaningful” he genuinely said from his whole heart, the way you two share eye contact made you feel butterflies in your stomach, even though making eye contact already became your usual thing.

“why are you saying that out of blue?” you smiled. “because i realized it’s finally the time to tell you how i really feel about you” he took a deep breath, “you know, about me liking you for a while now and these things”

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