#jake shim scenarios

[heetr]

daddy issues ── ( 심재윤 )

synopsis — jake works too much, but he loves harder. ── smut (m.), requested ( @riqomi ). dilf!jake x babysitter afab!reader. wc : 2.03k !

warnings — jake’s a few years older, (25). pet names: baby. unprotected sex (don’t be a fool, cover your tool) p.i.v. sex / pwp also. jake’s between the soft and rough dom area, y/n is down bad for her boss, jake’s a consent king, jake as a 3 year old toddler (s/n - son name), breeding (jake’s pull out game : weak.. pussy too good.)

two weeks ago… “s/n has already had a bath, a nice dinner, and his uniform for school tomorrow is out, hanging on his closet door. mr. shim.” you hummed, you’ve been babysitting for jake for a few months now. he was a few years older than you, a perfect mix of sweetness and tenderness. he was a tired hard working man, he had a minimum wage job—working in a corporate office, as an agent. “thank you, y/n seriously i don’t know what i would do without you.

and you? a college dropout who needed extra money until you found a job—but with the way jake pays you… you don’t need another one. “there are leftovers on the counter for you mr. shim, you’ve seemed to have had a long day. it’s my grandma's recipe, you’ll love it.” you assure him, he smiled. thanking you once again before placing your weeks worth of money in your hands.

you should have about five hundred dollars sitting in your palms right now. more than you’d usually give, but jake always threw a little extra on top. “do you think you’ll be available next week?” jake asked, hair messy and voice raspy from a long day of: “thank you for calling lee enterprises how can i help?” — “i was hoping so, we could do your monthly feedback and a dinner.. maybe? i still have to work but.. yeah.”

“are you asking me on a date mr. shim?” you were taken a bit aback, not rejecting it but not clearly understanding it either. did he want the dinner with just you and him or you him and friends.. “i thought we’d keep this a little professional.. yeah?” as he was still your boss you don’t think dinner is smart… not yet. “i’ll be available to work though… just text me dates. goodnight.” you smiled, walking away—now you just rejected a man on a date. and hopefully, his heart was bigger than his ego.

over the next few weeks, jake made it his mission to have at least a 10 minute long conversation with him every night. learning you, understanding your personality and your humor. what makes you sad, happy and what gives you the ick. he was feeling you, and he’s not sure how. or why.

“hear me out,” he walks into his kitchen. “we could take s/n to a baseball game? i’m inviting you because my friends are busy with their partners or working.. and s/n likes you y/n.” — “i’ll have to think about it mr. shim.” you chuckled while taking a drink of your water.

“jake is my name. you can call me jake. mr. shim is for when we’re working… and you’re not working.” hear made you laugh a bit—he was funny. flirty and you indeed felt something towards him. you’d finally started staying late, sometimes he’d bring takeout and you’d eat it together. brushing knees accidentally when sitting with each other. jake’s eyes always lingered. he could be staring at you, your lips. you nose… shamelessly your chest, thighs… ass. he was in love with your ass.

one night, he asks you to stay for dinner. real dinner. he cooks, a little clumsy but endearing, and you help, bumping shoulders and exchanging soft glances. also taking a few drinks… glasses of wine. a/n was upstairs sleeping, and your job was done. at first, you hesitated, drinking with your boss? but now. he made you feel comfortable like you were at home.

and now, today you’d decided to stay, longer than you ever had. it was around two in the morning and you and jake were up all night having conversations. he was so easy to talk to… you found yourself curled up on the couch, looking over and laughing at him as he talked about the most embarrassing thing to happen to him. “okay. it’s not that funny. i did think it was going to eat me..” he frowns playfully. “what about you? the most embarrassing thing you’ve done or had done to you.”

you were a bit tipsy, sipping on the wine jake poured for you an hour previous. “well.” you laughed nervously, not sure if you should spill it. “i have daddy issues, and every guy i’ve ever met has noticed that about me. it’s embarrassing because i always get left in the end… i kissed a guy once and he said i kissed like ive been hurt too many times… HUMBLED ME.” you covered your face, laughing now because it’s funny but back then—broke you .

jake only laughs a little, setting his own glass down. “i don’t see daddy issues, i see that you’re trying though.” he admits, “how about i kiss you, and let me see if i can taste it on your lips.” as much as you wanted to believe he was joking, he was not. you only looked at him, head tilting in disbelief. “do you think that’s appropriate, mr. shim?” 

“i thought you clocked out of babysitter duties, five hours ago? i’m not your boss right now, i’m a friend. a friend willing to help you learn the truth.” he nodded his head. you don’t know why that was so attractive, how he looked at you—how he protected you but was assertive with his attitude. he was honest… and we can all admit that he’s a handsome.. attractive man. who just so happens to be a father. an active father figure, it was so hot to you.

“okay. you have a point,” you say your drink down, moving closer to jake—practically crawling to him. you looked at his lips before looking into his eyes. jake placed his hands on your waist, pulling you to sit in his lap. right where he wanted you. it was unspoken—the attraction you both had to each other.

your lips finally touched. warm and synced almost instantly—like you were made to be right here. it was soft at first, then it got more intense. showing signs you both wanted each other. jake mutters against your lips. “you can tell me when to stop you know.” oh but you didn’t want to stop, and neither did he. 

jake’s hands slide down to your thighs, gripping hard enough to leave marks, pulling you closer until you’re straddling him fully. he groans into your mouth when you roll your hips against him, slow and teasing, feeling how hard he already is through his sweats. “fuck, y/n.” he mutters, voice wrecked, dragging his mouth down your neck. “been thinking about this all year.. every time i see you… you’re driving me fucking crazy.” 

you whimper when he nips at your skin, grinding down harder, your hands fumbling to push his shirt up. you need to feel him — all of him — need to get as close as you possibly can. he picks up on that, taking his shirt off before taking yours and tossing it away. “beautiful.” he looked at your chest, kissing and sucking at your skin. leaving only a few marks. 

you couldn’t believe what you were doing, how this could affect the both of you in the long run. “look at me,” he whispered, kissing up your neck and then your lips again. you hadn’t told him to stop, even if you did tell him—you didn’t want to. looking at him, it’s like he put a spell on you. your whole body relaxing under his touch. you hadn’t even realized he’d laid you down. 

“can i take your clothes off?” he asked softly next to your ear, settling himself between your legs. once you agreed, he wasted no time stripping you down. kissing over your skin with lust. “fuck you look so good…” he murmured. stripping himself next, moving his hand down to rub your core—feeling how you were already dripping wet and the sweet sounds embedding itself into his brain. “excited?” 

you shut your eyes in minor embarrassment, biting your lips as his finger worked its way around your clit. slow and sensual feelings shooting through your clit up to your chest. jake slipped a finger inside, then another. “so wet, warm. you smell good… it’s like you're reeling me in.” he chuckled, leaning over your body and brushing his tip along your slit. “ready?” 

“ready,” you said against his lips. without wasting any more time, jake slid into you—his own eyes squeezing shut. he’d been working so much he forgot what pussy felt like. “holy shit—.” you were so tight, maybe too tight for him. he had to work his way through it. there was no way he was passing up another night alone with you. 

your soft moans helped him through it, grabbing ahold of his shoulders. it took him a minute but he thrusted—in and out of you. slowly at first, making sure he felt how deep your velvet walls were. how stretched he’d gotten you. he was huge, and you could feel him everywhere.. it was quickly becoming an addiction. “fuck.. right there.” you moaned. 

he kissed you, deeply. like he was done playing nice. hands sliding up your sides and holding you down to the couch. keeping you exactly where he wanted you. the shift in his energy… the tension rebuilding in the air. he was ready to break. “you made it so hard to keep my hands to myself.” he sits up, holding your legs in place while rutting deeper into you. 

“always sitting there looking so good.. no matter what you wore. i always had to rub one out after you left.” he admits, his moans slipping through his words. “your body screamed at me to touch it.. take it. and sitting here. so easy. that just let me know that you wanted it as bad as i did baby.” 

the way he was talking, the way your cunt squelched with each thrust. it was driving him insane—he was so focused on it. on the sound—making you feel good and praying for the best outcome of it all. “look at you, falling apart beneath me..” was it even possible for him to get even harder? you felt it.. all of it. “fuck i’m so close..” you moaned, his free hand coming up to your neck, squeezing it and applying pressure. 

your tummy did a thing, like butterflies. you wanted it, you needed it. “fuck.. fuck me harder.” you covered your mouth, holding back as you started to get louder. but jake uncovered it, “let it out. let me hear you fall apart, tell me how good it feels. nobody can fuck you the way i do.” jake’s words were ripping you apart. into pieces, “that’s it..” 

your moans slipped, uncontrollably. you wish you could put into words how good it felt but he was rocking your world. it was too much, too good and your whimpers from the contact. told him he was doing an amazing job. he pulled out, earning a whine from you before slamming back into you. “so fucking desperate to cum..” he was mesmerized by you. 

everything he was doing, words couldn’t form in your mouth. only sounds and squeaks. even your eyes were rolling back—he moved his hands. watching how you rolled your hips up, matching his pace. “don’t stop, please.. please don’t stop.” you ran your hands down his chest. loving every second of it. “even your beg is so pretty.” 

“you’re gonna cum like this baby?” you nod, ready to release it whenever he was ready for you too. it was his world, you were enamored in it. his breath got shaky, thrust getting sloppier—louder. harder. “then let’s cum together.” his voice was dark, low—almost dangerous. your legs were shaking, you couldn’t hold it, clenching around him—uncontrollably. 

and then he growls, deep and rough, lips brushing yours as he says, “then do it. come for me. now.” and you do—hard, trembling, a mess in his hands as the pleasure crashes over you like a wave too big to fight. he holds you through it, grounding you, watching you unravel with a smug, look. jake spilled himself into you, practically claiming you as his. he was possessive over you already, and he couldn’t let anyone else have you. ever again. 

taglist ; @yoursjaeyun

[hollyoongs]

𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐓 ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ 𝗝𝗔𝗞𝗘's 𝗩𝗘𝗥 !

prólogo you loved how much your boyfriend wanted you every minute, but you didn't know how badly needed I'd be at the end of Coachella. You should have kept the words of the person who was saying the fortune about his sexual drive in your mind, but you matched him. [MASTERLIST]

elenco shim jaeyun x f!reader

género smut with little plot

antes de leer switch!jake, switch!reader, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), cum eating, multiple orgasms, heavy oral (both), squrit, dirty talk, pet names (love, baby), slight degradation, temperature play (use of ice cubes), breeding, cockwarming at the end, mentions of future multiple rounds, riding, let me know if i missed something.

# palabras +3.5k

There was one thing about Jake that he could not contain, and it was his tongue outside the bedroom or on the stage.

At this point, you needed a tracker on how many times his tongue was out in a flirty manner the whole first day of Coachella. Ever since you accidentally told him he looked hot when he did that unconsciously, he does some on purpose, even winking at you while he dances his heart out, and you just have to pretend you are immune to those actions.

Aside from that, you enjoyed the performance, all seven members showing everyone what they've got and what they are missing out on. You could see it in his eyes; he still didn’t believe he was stepping onto that stage that was once unreachable. Behind his professionalism, there was awe written all over his face.

As they were approaching their last song , the lights from the stage made the moment feel even more surreal. Jake caught your gaze once more, throwing you a soft wink, a mischievous glint sparking behind his sweaty fringe. You narrowed your eyes playfully at him, mouthing Stop it when you knew he could see you.

Once they were finished, you quickly moved to the backstage alongside some staff that were around, camouflaging quickly into it since they knew you and smoothly going to where all the boys were doing a group hug, the view warming your heart enough to take your phone out to record a video.

You zoomed in, heart swelling at the sight of them completely tired but grinning from ear to ear. Jake was the first to break from the huddle, running a hand through his hair before glancing around when his eyes landed on you. You caught the image of his face lighting up, his unique boyish happiness that you were used to.

Despite his body screaming exhaustion, he jogged over to you to look directly at the camera.

“We did it!” He half-yelled into the camera, his two arms up in his normal pose, and soon hugged you, the camera in the middle of both of you, and you were sure the screen was pitch black.

“You were amazing. I’m so proud of you, love,” you said, hoping your voice didn’t sound as wobbly as you felt. He separates enough for you to see him smile shyly but soon recovers just enough to kiss your lips, but only for a brief second, kind of like a stolen peck. It left your heart stuttering in your chest, which led to you giving him a shy smile.

“Wait for me, okay?” You gave him a soft ‘yes’ before he gave you a final squeeze before pulling away. You turned the camera back towards him and the rest of his members, his cameraman in front of him as he recorded their grateful faces for a successful day one of Coachella and speeches.

After what felt like ten minutes, he came to you, only to grab you by the waist and kiss you again, this time more deeply yet a little fast for both of you licking. He separated with a smile on his face, and you laughed.

“Oh my god, what’s gotten into you?” You grabbed his jean jacket as his excitement was shown in his sudden energy rush.

“I feel like I’m on top of the world. Let’s go celebrate, you and me. Right now,” he said, and you look around for a moment.

“I actually still can’t believe you paid for the yurt at the safari campgrounds behind my back.” Jake just raised his shoulders, belittling it, but with a mocking smile on his face.

“And I said I will pay for everything since you told me you were coming and you went to purchase it behind my back, so… we are even.” You rolled your eyes to fill the lack of argument you had prepared and saw the manager. Before you could even move, Jake was already in front of him talking to him, even seeing Jake doing a little begging to him, soon returning to you with a happy face.

“What did you do?”

“I got permission to go to your yurt, but he will pick me up later since we need to do a livestream." You were really thinking if his face didn’t hurt because of how his smile never left his face; Jake’s grin was practically criminal at this point. “So, we’ve got—what—a little more than 1 hour of freedom?”

“You got one hour? How?” you echoed, not even hiding your surprise, and he didn’t answer. Instead, his hand casually slid to the small of your back as he walked you away from the backstage. With a few people that were from his staff, you two carefully took another route to the yurt to prevent any fan on the low; once inside the yurt, you turned on the lights as well as the air conditioner.

Jake stepped in behind you, closing the door and minimizing the noise from the festival without looking, his eyes already fixed on you. You kicked your shoes off and jumped in surprise when you felt his arms wrapping around your waist and burying his face in the crook of your neck after turning you around. His breath felt warm against your skin, and it sent shivers through your spine.

“You being here made it ten times better.” His voice was muffled by his position, but you could understand it perfectly. He started swaying slightly with you in his arms; you found yourself running your fingers through the now slightly damp strands of hair, making it messier than before, and your other hand brushed down the line of his back.

“You’re still sweaty,” you teased.

“Want me to shower?” he asked, finally raising his head up to lock your eyes with his.

“You didn’t even bring new clothes and might not have time for that with your little countdown going on,” you said, though your breath caught when he kissed you, fierce and passionate.

His hands were firm on your ass, squeezing it through your denim shorts, and when you were on his jacket, he started to guide you back until the back of your knees met the edge of the bed, his hands no longer on your body but taking his jacket off. The kiss kept his rough pace, even adding tongue on it that made your head fuzzy; he lowered himself to grab the back of your thighs, legs wrapped on his hips.

He sat on the bed with you on top of him; Jake’s lips never left yours as he helped you shimmy out of your top, hands brushing along your skin with just enough roughness to make you shiver. His breath was hot against your cheek, ragged from both the performance and the rush between you now.

“Fuck, you are so pretty,” he murmured against your lips as he held you against him.

Your fingers fumbled with his zipper, not just from urgency, but from the way he looked at you — pupils blown wide, sweat still clinging to his skin from the stage, the edge of performance adrenaline still humming through every line of his body. He helped you, impatient now, both of you caught somewhere between laughter and need as you shed your clothes like they were on fire.

The backs of your thighs burned from his palms, spreading you wider against him as he lay back, bringing you with him, his mouth trailing over your chest, your collarbone, claiming every inch of you while he still had time. The fabric of his tank top clung to him, and you pushed it up over his head, revealing the lean muscle beneath, and threw it on the floor.

“I should be tired,” he groaned, letting his head fall back briefly against the bed, his eyes fluttering shut. “But you’re better than any encore.”

You leaned down to kiss the corner of his mouth, letting your teeth graze his jaw. “You better make this a good one then; you earned it.”

Jake laughed, and as he flipped you both with sudden ease, pinning your wrists beside your head, the look in his eyes said he absolutely intended to. His lips went to yours again. “Have you drunk?”

“A little pregame.” You admitted he suddenly left your body on the bed to go to the mini fridge, grabbed one of the plastic cups that you bought, and added a few ice cubes to it, coming back soon to be on top of you. “What are you trying to do?”

“Take the last pieces of clothes off you,” the rush of energy he had before calmed down, one of his dainty fingers grabbing an ice cube and putting it right about your chest; you exhale sharply at the sensation.

Because of that, your body radiated; it started to melt easily, all traces of water over your body, and he licked it. The coldness of his fingers stopped at the hook of your bra, slowly sliding the bra off your shoulders to later remove it completely; he sighed at the view of your erect nipples.

The corners of his mouth curled as his hands kept doing a trail of melted ice. The ice went lower until it reached your nipple, leaving it there for a moment. "Shit, Jake."

Jake’s eyes flicked up to yours, a face of satisfaction lighting behind the strands of his fringe as he watched your chest rise sharply with the chill. “Too cold?” he asked, his tone teasing enough to make you moan.

You didn’t get a chance to answer before his mouth was on you — hot — deliciously contrasting with the ice that made your toes curl into the sheets. He swirled his tongue over where the cube had rested, chasing the water with slow motions, then gave a teasing suck that had you gasping his name.

“Thought I earned it, love,” he murmured, voice husky as he reached for another ice cube, already half-melted in his warm fingers. You barely had time to catch your breath before the same tingling chill kissed your other side, and then his mouth followed once again. You could see in his doe eyes that he was trying to take on every reaction he pulled from you.

Your back arched involuntarily, hands clenching into the sheets as he took his time, the lazy licks already making you more impatient.

You felt the scrape of his teeth, and your breath hitched, followed by a soothing lick that had your skin breaking out in goosebumps. Jake glanced up again at you, laughing a little at the state you were in.

He left a trail of kisses across your chest, down the center of your torso, tracing where melted ice had already disappeared, his hands hooked under the waistband of your shorts.

“These need to go,” he said, his fingers working quickly, tugging them down with your underwear in one motion, his mouth following close behind with hungry kisses pressed to every inch of newly exposed skin.

The last ice cube was on his hands as he threw the empty cup, starting from the valley of your breast to your belly button. "Baby, please," you begged, but soon the begging turned into a high-pitched moan when the ice was put on your clit.

Jake's eyes never left your face as he guided the melting cube by doing circles on it, the cold shocking against the heat of your cunt, making your entire body tense in the most delicious way.

“Baby, please, I-I can't… ” You gasped again, your voice trembling between need and desperation.

“You sound so pretty when you beg,” he whispered, soon throwing the half-melted cube aside and replacing it with the heat of his mouth. His grip tightened on your hips, grounding you as his mouth went directly to abuse your clit and his fingers went inside you, easily making their way to your G-spot.

"Fuck, Jake!" You cried out, your body was trembling, and his fingers were thrusting inside you as he slurped all your arousal like a starved man, working you like he knew your body better than his own — and he did. His tongue flicked and circled on your clit, and your thighs caught his head, and instead of separating your legs, he went faster.

The suffocating sensation was pure bliss to him, his fingers going up and down as he heard you gasping and screaming just for him, "Jake, God!"

His moans were thrown directly to your core, your left hand grabbing his hair and the other one clutching the sheets, toes curling, and every muscle in your body simply straining toward him. His fingers started a vertical motion, and you lost it, the coil in your stomach rapidly exploding; you wanted to take him out of your pussy, knowing the familiar sensation.

"Jake, I-I'm going to—" Your pathetic warning came out broken, barely making it past your lips.

But he dove deeper, his fingers curled and pressing exactly where you needed, tongue practically making out with your bundle of nevers until you finally snapped, a full-body quake ripping through you as your climax hit hard like you have never felt before. The space of your yurt echoed your crying as Jake held you through it, licking all your squirt, his hips grinding on the mattress.

"Fuck, baby," he said, finally letting you breathe, but with his fingers letting every ounce of your orgasm out. "You're so perfect when you let go like that. So creamy for me."

You weren't even paying attention; you were completely lost in your ongoing orgasm, the high buzzing through your limbs as your hands slipped from where they were grabbing, too spent to do anything but just lay into the mattress.

Jake finally rose, his face flushed and glistening with your first orgasm. He crawled back over you, forearms braced on either side of your body as he kissed you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

"Open your mouth for me, love." You did as he said, a drop of his saliva landing right on the tip of your tongue, sliding in before you swallowed it. With the energy that was back in your body, it was your turn to lay him down on the bed. You removed his pants with his help, your eyes distracted by the view of a wet patch in front of his boxers.

"Did you cum in your pants?" His face got even more red.

"Sorry, love. Couldn't help myself."

You blinked in surprise, a slow smirk forming as your hand ran teasingly down his abdomen, seeing him tense. "You came just from that?"

Jake covered his face with his hand, groaning in embarrassment, though the crooked smile tugging at his lips gave him away. "You have no idea what you look like when you fall apart because of me," he muttered from behind his fingers.

You gently pulled his hand away, pressing a kiss to his flushed cheek. "That might've been the hottest thing I've ever seen."

Jake looked up at you with a needy, almost dazed expression; his hand found your hips instinctively as you hovered above him, your fingers curling under the waistband of his soaked boxers. He helped you out by lifting his hips for you, and you tugged them down slowly, only to reveal his length — already hard again, as if the memory of your orgasm only turned him on again.

"Jesus, Jake," you whispered under your breath, wrapping one hand around him, giving a lazy stroke that made his hips jerk, especially when your thumb created invisible circles on his tip. "You're already this hard again for me?"

He bit his lip, a helpless moan escaping him. "We have more than an hour, right?"

You giggled lowly and leaned down, kissing just below his navel, tracing the fine trail of hair down to where your hand worked him slowly. His thighs twitched beneath you; you now kissed way lower, licking a stripe up his shaft before settling back to hover above him, your mouths almost touching, creating some desperation in him as he tried to reach your lips, but you pulled away.

Jake cupped the back of your head at the saw of your intentions. "Please ride me, love."

You made a thinking face before standing up, trying your best not to let your shaky legs betray you, opening your fridge to grab two of the smallest ice cubes you had, and going back to him. "Let me have fun first, love,"

Jake leaned back on his elbows, watching you climb back onto the bed, straddling him again slowly, and held up the ice between your fingers. He hissed when the cube touched his skin, soft sighs leaving his body as you trace lines across his stomach, watching the droplets trail down and catch on the curves of his abs.

"You're evil—fuck," he breathed, but soon broke into a moan as the ice reached his tip. He was so focused on the sensation that he didn’t see the second ice cube vanish between your lips.

When he looked back at you, your mouth was curved in a wicked little smile, lips tinged pink and glistening. “What are you—”

You didn’t give him time to finish; you simply leaned down and took as much as you could of his length. "Shit—"

Your movements were slow, teasing his sensitive, even more when your hand reached his balls to add to the pleasure.

"So good, baby… Keep going." His head fell back, breathing through the pleasure, feeling how you easily increased and decreased your pace, not wanting him to have his second orgasm.

You could feel how his length was getting bigger in your mouth, his hand now in your hair a clear sign of how he would cum again for you, and just like he did, you wanted him to cum in your mouth.

Your hand was cooperating with your mouth, a faster speed, and the grip on your hair tightened in desperation. "Baby, I'm so—" You met his eyes, his already looking at you, and you knew that was enough to send him to the edge, his release hitting the back of your throat.

You milked him until he had to physically take you out; he watched how you swallowed everything with his eyes hooded in pleasure, how you once again straddled him and hissed at your touch in his sensitive length, guiding him to your pulsing entrance.

The second you sank down onto him, both of you moaned in unison, the adrenaline still pulsing in his veins, the reason why he grabbed your hips and helped you out, grounding both of you.

"Fuck—" just like him, you were sensitive, but the need to have him inside was bigger.

You rolled your hips, getting used to the stretch and length that, no matter how much you had sex with him, your eyes closed as you felt his hands sliding up your sides, thumbs grazing the curve of your breasts. He met your rhythm, a delicious friction building again, his name falling from his lips like a prayer.

He sat up, pressing his chest to yours, arms caging you close as he moved with you — hips snapping up to meet yours faster, his mouth found your shoulder and your neck, biting softly when you clenched around him.

"You feel like heaven, baby," he said, moaning as your nails scratched his back, feeling how intensely your orgasm was creating.

"Don't stop, Jake. Please," you said against his ear, and thankfully, he didn't. His hand gripped the back of your neck as he thrust up into you even harder, pulling more than one gasp from your throat and tears from your eyes due to the pleasure.

The coil inside you twisted tighter again; Jake felt it in the way your body trembled.

"Such a good girl," he stated, and you looked at him, vision blurry due to the intensity of the moment. "Should I let you cum?"

Your lips were parted, barely able to catch your breath. "Please. I need it—I need you."

He delivered a couple of spanks on your ass, high-pitched moans every time he did that, one of his thumbs going straight to your clit to rub again. "Feel that? How deep I am inside you? We are the only ones who get this."

You cried out, climax finally reaching you in a brutal way, your walls tightening around him until his groan rumbled in your ear.

"Cum for me again, love. Let me feel it." You collapse against him as you do it, whimpering his name over and over, the overstimulation almost unreal. Jake held you through it; his own release made his hips stutter as he buried himself one last time.

Your bodies clung together, his cum inside you still, making you feel full of him.

Jake pressed kisses to your temple, brushing away damp strands of his hair from your cheek. "I could miss ten livestreams for you. I'm not joking."

TAGLIST (OPEN): @heesexual74 @vixialuvs @riqomi @beomgyus11 @starry-eyed-bimbo @rawrrxan @veilstqr @k1ttyjwon @fancypeacepersona @kittympirty (COMMENT TO BE ADDED)

You laughed a little, looking at how his eyes were on the walls of the yurt and smiled at you, "I still have time."

─── GUESS WHO IS LEARNING MORE WORDS I've finally been using my dear dictionary more to find synonyms, although it's clear that I'm not risking so much, I'll do it and with better words muk muk

THIS ONE IS DEDICATED TO MY FREAKUENCY TWIN @awqken ☝️💗

[heejamas]

𝗷𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗺𝗮𝘂 🧸☕🍂˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚

⟡ genre: fluff, humor

⟡ pairing: jake x female reader (girl boss)

⟡ warnings: kys/kms jokes, cursing, slightly suggestive

[saturnznct]

the sims | dad!jake

➸ note; just a summary of the sims :)

➸ word count; 2189 words

➸ warning(s); accidental pregnancy x2, a bit suggestive, birth & feeding, cryptic pregnancy

enhypen masterlist (lnks will be added later)

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you and jake meet when he and jay go to a bar together lol the two of you can’t stop staring at each other and jay, with the help of some liquid courage, convinces jake to go up to you and get your number

so you start hanging out

he’s so shy with you at first because he has such a big crush and you think he’s just adorable

one day he just thinks fuck it and kisses you and the rest is history

you’d been together for seven years and engaged for a few months when you get pregnant

you were usually great with protection but one time you’d run out of condoms and just decided to take the risk

you were terrified to tell him but he was excited, but a bit unsure of what to do

once your little bump and everything shows up he’s obsessed

very touchy, waits on you hand and foot

all the members are super excited, they love sam so another enha baby to love is super exciting

achy is probably the best way to sum up your pregnancy, your back and feet hurt a lot all of the time

when you find out you’re having a girl he gets so giddy

definitely loves a good chat with the bump 

goes all shy and bashful when she responds to him

i don’t imagine him being the type to sing to the baby?? i think he’s much more of a talker 

never ever gets tired of her moving, can literally just picture him at night being the big spoon with his hand on your bump, his chest aches every time she kicks or moves

when she moves around on the scans you can literally see stars in his eyes 

thinks you’re just the cutest when you get big, waddling around in his hoodies 

keeps the latest scan photo in his wallet

your third trimester is in winter so the fireplace in your apartment is on in the evenings

lots of cuddles together

you very rarely feel insecure because jake makes it very clear just how attractive he finds you

it helps that you’re so hormonal that you’re constantly trying to jump his bones and he is… very receptive to that 

the two of you decide to have a home birth, you love your apartment so much and its a place of comfort for you

also there’s no hassle or stress with transporting her home from a hospital or packing a bag etc

your labour is pretty nice, as much as it can be

you were only in labour for about 9 hours, and being at home surrounded by your familiar walls with the lights dimmed down

jake of course was incredibly supportive the whole time 

ella ara sim is born 10th april at your home in seoul

jake delivered her in your bathtub, and cuts the cord

the greatest moment of his entire life 

ella is a very chilled baby

feeds happily, is easily soothed

loves her daddy, jake can get her to stop crying faster than anyone

you slightly worry he holds her too much, he likes to sit by your floor to ceiling windows overlooking seoul and talk to her for hours about life and all the fun things you’ll do together when she’s older

he holds her in the early mornings in bed, on his chest or in his arms while he scrolls through his phone

these moments definitely help your relationship, when you’re both tired and drained you just sit together with or without the baby

even if you don’t talk you just have this sense that you’re in this together and you understand each other without word

Jake loves it when you’re able to pump, he loves being the one to give her bottles 

ella is only the second enha baby after sam and jay is very insistent on regular playdates, he wants them to be besties so bad 

they’re actually quite indifferent to each other lol 

shows her off to everyone who will look

has a little silver ‘e’ necklace 

when she’s about a year old she visits australia for the first time

jake fusses over her like crazy, it’s australian summer so he’s constantly smothering her with suncream and she’s got her lil bucket hat on

holds her in the pool in his family’s backyard, gently lifting her up and dunking her legs in and out of the water while she giggles like crazy

takes her to meet koalas 

he loves her to be girly, thinks she’s just the cutest when she has cute little floral clothes 

her giggles are his favourite sound in the whole world

purposely tickles her so that she giggles

once he tickles her for so long that she starts coughing and you get annoyed with him

doesn’t tickle her for a while after that

actually doesn’t mind playing with her, will happily sink hours into tea parties and roleplay

the BIGGEST daddy girl

her first word is dada

first steps are towards jake 

jake is so fucking happy

later that night he just sobs and thanks you over and over and over for giving him his perfect baby girl 

always wants to be in his arms or on his lap

jake always allows her to climb all over him and will smother her with kisses 

when ella is 2 you guys finally get married, she’s one of your little bridesmaids

jake spends a lot of time dancing with her during the reception

you enjoy married life for a while, and when ella is 3, jake begins to miss her baby days

so, the two of you decide to start trying again

about 8-9 months later you’re pregnant 

jake is so so excited he wants to tell el straight away but you shut him down lmao 

eventually when you do tell her jake is so excited, his eyes are practically sparkling when he tells her she’s going to be a big sister

you’re pretty much bed bound and sick for the first 4-5 months, you throw up a lot

you get a lot of migraines

jake is great as usual

you and jake had talked about kids before having ella and both of you hoped for at least one of each, so when you found it it was a boy you were so happy

jake suggests his name, he just thinks its so cute

declan daehyun sim is born 1st october at your home in seoul, this time on your bed

jake also delivers him and cuts his cord

slightly more challenging baby

cries often for no real reason, no matter what you do he just cries

lots of sleepless nights

ella’s in primary school at this point so lots of daytime naps together

ella actually isn’t too jealous or anything, she comes and sits quietly next to you or jake when you’re holding declan and just watches him

she likes to hold him herself 

dec is literally jake’s twin, your genes did not stand a single fucking chance 

jake’s nose, jake’s eyes, jake’s mouth, jake’s hair 

gets more and more clear as he grows into a toddler, everyone comments on it

i feel like jake is just as much of a boy dad as he is a girl dad like he has two sides

loves playing legos and football with dec

when dec is born you move into your ‘forever home’, a big apartment in seoul

there’s a pool in your apartment complex so you best believe most nights after dinner jake takes the kids down

when declan is around 18 months, you start throwing up and it doesn’t stop for a couple of weeks and you and jake are like… what the hell

you were on birth control that didn’t give you periods so you didn’t think it would be pregnancy but alas…

you go to the doctor and you’re 5 months pregnant and you had no idea

bit of a shock of course

you don’t know how to react at first 

like dec is still so young, your birth control had clearly failed, you only had 4 months to prepare

but there obviously isn’t much you can really do other than just start gearing up for your baby’s arrival

you get a bump and some symptoms soon after you find out

pregnancy starts kicking your ass during the third trimester though, doesn’t help you’re running after declan all day

jake of course is the best like you don’t even need to say anything, if you’re having a hard day he can just tell and will do anything to alleviate your stress

like if declan is being a lil shit and you’re stressed jake will seamlessly distract him with something else

weirdly good at convincing declan he needs a nap 

you decide to keep the gender a surprise because you know this will definitely be your last one and you’ve had enough surprises yk  

eve sim was born at your home 8th september

born on your bed

jake delivers her and cuts the cord

you’re both ecstatic with another girl, she’s the double of ella as a baby

you don’t give her a name until she’s a couple of days old, jake starts calling her evie cause he thinks it sounds cute, you decide on eve cause it works in korean too 

ella loves eve, she’s so excited to have a sister

declan is not so sure

he’s a bit jealous, especially since he’s still a little baby himself

is a little bratty about it too

you’ll sit down to feed eve and he’ll come up to you and start whining and tugging on your pants

cue jake waltzing in to distract him

i don’t think jake would be very strict

he is very much their friend and ally and they know that 

hates punishments and discipline, i mean he’ll dish it out but really struggles to stay strong when they cry or get upset

will apologise for having to do it afterwards

i don’t think he would be a very pushy parent, wouldn’t be too strict about grades or extra curriculars, but will support them in whatever it is 

the kids go to swimming lessons, but jake loves to help them in your pool at home, it reminds him of his childhood in Australia

definitely the type to just launch them in the air much to your horror 

loves it when the kids come to see a concert, just the knowledge that the kids are in the crowd gives him a little extra energy

engene posting on twitter that jake looks so happy

everything is all about the kids backstage, if they’re there then jake and the members are smothering them in attention

if he goes on your without them he always comes back with toys

accidentally starts a tradition of buying a teddy in each place he goes 

when you pick them up from school their plaits and ponytails and what have you obviously fell out hours ago

eve and ruby are a few months apart in age so they are besties of course 

jake would absolutely say the worst part of being a father is the kids growing up, when they get too big for him to hold and cuddle properly is when his heart hurts when he looks at them

he loves babies so much and always always misses the baby days but seeing his kids grow into independent, strong willed, talented individuals makes him so proud

they’re always his baby girls/boy

even when they’re older he will still give them cuddles when they’re sad

the kids go to australia maybe once a year or every other year, visit jake’s family

but you settle in a big apartment in seoul

kids speak a mix of english and korean at home, there’s no real pattern to it

they speak english amongst each other but i think with jake they mix it up

they also use mainly english names at home, you and jake like them more

they use korean and korean names pretty much anywhere outside the house

although ella does get called el by the members and jake pretty much at all times 

overall the sim family is so so so full of love <3

[luvrseung]

"If you were walking past a strawberry field and you were very hungry, would you eat a strawberry?"

## genre! humor, slightly suggestive (only for jay's), crack, fluff, maybe like the tiniest tiniest bit of angst

## pairing! bf!enhypen x reader

## cw! some cursing, lmk if anything else!

reposts and comments are much appreciated! luv ya!

© luvrseung - do not plagiarize, repost, translate, copy, or alter any of my content please and thank you.

[snghnlvr]

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠. / sim jaeyun

sim jaeyun x fem reader!

read part two here <3

synopsis : who knew there was something behind your relationship with the infamous smart guy at school? you had questions as to why jake likes you and chose you to be his girlfriend out of all people. soon, you found out the truth: by a bet.

includes : 1.5k | cursing (internally) | again with the one sided relationship sigh | i’m a SUCKER for angst so.. | jake is a loser and i would end myself if this happened irl | y/n you’re too nice :((

extra: olivia rodrigo is my mom , if i was y/n i would’ve slapped the shit out of jake but let’s not get too physical here eh?? :] , i haven’t seen much jake angst (because he’s the most loving human ever??? he would NEVER ever do something like this) so here i am… :D

likes, comments, and reposts are very much appreciated <3

[below the cut]

“thanks for making me get $100, babe”

you look up from your seat to see your boyfriend, jake holding a $100 bill between his index and middle fingers. he sent you a wink which already made you blush like crazy but then you slowly processed the words.

what?

“what?” your expression dropped. you looked at jake, waiting for a response for what he meant.

“i said,” he planted his two hands in front of his desk, staring down at you with his beautiful eyes of his. you stared back with nothing but confusion in your eyes.

“thanks for letting me have $100 sweet cheeks.” jake’s lips curved up. he slowly leaned towards your cheeks, pecking them before proudly looking down at his cash.

that little nickname he gave you made your hearts do back flips as usual.

you stood still before replying, “what do you mean? you used me?”

you’ve liked jake ever since he was in the school’s soccer team since sophomore year. he’s popular for his smartness, his godly visuals, his amazing personality of his that steals the hearts of girls, and his talents.

your introverted personality of yours didn’t dare to make a move on jake. you were undoubtedly shy and didn’t like social interaction very much. all of the girls were in line to ask him out and directly confess their love to him, but you didn’t. you weren’t in line, you were just observing him from the side, mentally noting what he likes, didn’t like, what topics he likes to talk about and many more.

the only proof that you like him was through a little post it note you had on your desk before leaving to go to cafeteria.

sim jaeyun <3

was all you’ve written in pink in your yellow post it note. you haven’t told anyone, even your closest friend for you would be afraid of the public teasing that would soon eventually let the whole school know you like jake.

five months, he suddenly asked you out because he thought you were the “most beautiful girl i had ever laid eyes on but was scared to make a move”, quoted by sim jake himself.

at first you didn’t question it as to why he randomly asked you out.

you remember that day, you were blushing like crazy, heart almost ripping out of your rib cage, and you had all sorts of scenarios and activities both you and jake can do because both of you are in a relationship.

well, were in a relationship.

“yeah.” your thoughts were interrupted when jake responded with a heartless tone. “i admit that you were cute when you bought me gifts, but either than that,

i’ve never liked you.” his tone was monotonous.

is that why i reminded him of my birthday? is that why i reminded him of our monthsavrie? when my classes end? is that why i was the first to everything? good morning texts?

thinking about your past memories where you felt the most happy with jake,

was all just an act. just for the damn $100 dollars.

jake being the first one to hold your hand whenever both of you met, even if it’s a minute in the hallways or meeting after school ended, him being the first to notice you shivering and toss you his hoodie even if he was cold, him volunteering to help you study your subjects even if it’s 2am, him wiping your lips with his soft fingers from eating ice cream, him listening to your rants and sobs whenever your parents fight late at night, and always looking at you with nothing but love and admiration you believed,

all an act?

you lowered your head, trying to contain your proper breathing and trying not let your tears fall down. you exhaled, closing your eyes.

“who asked you?”

jake’s face slightly clenched when seeing your eyes filled with rage yet tears threatening to spill out. “who asked you for the bet?” you asked once again but with a firm tone. you didn’t break eye contact. you were thinking of his friends he always hung out with, park sunghoon, yang jungwon, lee heeseung, and many more but you felt like these people - your best friends as well - would never hurt you like that.

instead of being sad and running away, you’re staring at your ex boyfriend with bitterness. the loving stare you’ve had towards jake was rather replaced as if he’s your enemy. yeah, you’ve been backstabbed.

“does it matter?” jake tilted his head, shrugging it off. “what matters is i got my money.” he flicked his bill right in front of your face, his tongue peaking when he mockingly smiled at you.

you glanced at the dollar and then back at jake.

“did i mean nothing to you?” you asked, your thoughts suddenly spilling from your lips. “was our relationship nothing to you?” a tear spilled out of your eyes. seconds later, multiple of them were easily sliding down your cheeks.

you stood up from your seat, looking directly into jake’s emotionless eyes. “did you have fun playing with my feelings? did you enjoy taking my likeness towards you as an advantage? were your friends having fun hyping us up whenever we were around them? did you at least have some fucking sympathy for me!?”

after screaming, you looked down. you were going crazy. literally.

“god, y/n calm down. you’re embarrassing me, lower your volume.” jake crinkled his nose, eyes wandering around to see if there was anyone near the both of you.

despite not looking at him, you can hear the annoyance in his tone and the rolling of his eyes whenever you guys argue. he would call you “overdramatic.”

“fine.” you gulped before looking at him. you imagined yourself as a crying mess. it’s like every argument you had, jake would not cry, but you were.

you had to contain yourself to not let your emotions overwhelm you, but it’s hard right now.

you just got used for money.

“i hope that $100 dollar bill reminds you how much of a shitty person you are.” you grabbed your book bag and ran for your life.

out of that suffocating room.

i can’t believe it, you thought.

he’s a bitch he’s a bitch why is he a bitch!? why did he choose me!? why did he hurt me? i did nothing but .. love him and be there for him.. what did i do to get treated like this??

your chest hurts like shit, you can’t breathe, you can’t think properly, all you wanna do is to hide forever and never face jake the following monday at school. you wanted to go anywhere. anywhere but be in a room with him, sim jaeyun.

god, love is fucking embarrassing as hell.

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YEAHHH jake angst drabble🕺 idk how to feel this one as i can’t imagine jake doing such a thing :(( but we need a change don’t we ? i hope you enjoyed it!! thank you for reading!! ❣️

[gyumazing]

ENHYPEN

Enhypen as your brother and how they get you to acknowledge their presence/forgive them after an argument.

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Genre: Fluff (a little bit of angst on Heeseung and Jay's part lol)

Warnings ⚠️: Swearing

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Yang Jungwon

Idk. I could see him being so annoying at first despite being the one begging for forgiveness. But, I guess that's just him being desperate because aside from the boys, you're his only friend. Also, you guys rarely fight or argue. So, if you refuse to speak to him, he will slowly succumb to insanity.

"It's dinner time." Jungwon knocked on your door. You ignored him. "It's dinner time," he repeated with his stern voice.

After a while, when you still didn't respond to his calls, you heard your doorknob click. You immediately pulled your comforter up and hid yourself like a caterpillar in a cocoon.

"Yah." He forcefully grabbed your comforter out of your body, successfully yeeting it away from you. You looked at him with a blank face. He frowned. "Are you still not talking to me?" You scoffed. He buried his face in his palms and started pacing back and forth.

You rolled your eyes.

And since you didn't really want to talk to him now, "Hey, Alexa. How do you tell someone to get the fuck out of your face?" you said out of spite, grabbing your comforter back from him.

A robotic female voice suddenly chimed in, showing results.

Jungwon groaned.

He sighed in exasperation. "Okay, fine. I messed up."

You rolled your eyes again.

"Hey Alexa, how do you tell someone to—"

"Okay, okay, okay. I was the douchebag for trying to come between you and Riki." His lips formed into a straight line, knees meeting your carpeted floor as he kneeled.

You scoffed.

You raised your brows. You waved your hands in front of him, signaling that he should get up.

"I'm sorry. Please just talk to me again." He begged. You raised your brows. "I will wash the dishes for 2 full weeks..." He sighed in defeat.

Fair enough.

Nishimura Riki

The creaking of your bedroom door in the middle of you binge-watching a scary documentary? Don't worry, that's just Ni-ki attempting to turn your bedroom lights on, fully knowing that you hate it when it's bright in your room. Don't get him wrong though, this is just his way of apologizing; annoying you to the core until you acknowledge his presence out of wrath.

"Asshole." You screamed, hearing his footsteps echo from outside your door.

"Asshole!" He repeated.

You sighed, gluing your eyes back at your laptop screen again. But after a few minutes of peace and solitude, you saw a head pop out of your door frame again, grinning mischievously. And then, everything went pitch black. After a couple of seconds, the lights turned on again. Then, pitch black. Then, turned on again.

Then, he ran away.

If eyes could throw daggers, your twin would lay dead on the floor right now.

"Asshole!" You shouted again.

"Asshole!" He mocked all over again, too.

You stomped your feet and marched towards the light switch to turn it off with a loud thud. You know, you almost convinced yourself that you should be the bigger person and let your brother's shenanigans slide. But, when you heard him giggling unapologetically outside your bedroom door still, your nose suddenly flared in a much intense rage.

"I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL PUNCH YOU IN THE FACE YOU FREAKI—"

But then, you were suddenly choked out of air by a hug.

Riki batted his eyelashes sarcastically. "You've already forgiven me, right?" He lifted you up in the air, making you squirm.

Park Jongseong

Princess treatment. He doesn't really talk to you first until you talk to him first. But, he'll do things that will certainly lift off whatever grudge you have for him.

"Hey mom? Could you pass me the salt please?" You said. But Jay was quick to pass it to you instead. He even slices up your steak quietly for you because he knows that you hate the feeling of cutlery being glided onto a glass plate.

You were about to say "Thank you" but you remembered that you're supposed to be mad at him right now so you start digging in instead.

Some time when you guys were having dessert, a pile of vanilla ice cream was suddenly transferred on top of your already ice cream topped chocolate cake. You saw Jay looking straight ahead at his food, as if he didn't just give out his own ice cream because he knows you like it.

You felt a little bad for ignoring him.

"So, Y/n... Did you like your necklace?" Your mom broke the silence at the dining table, feeling the tension between you and your older brother.

You beamed at your mom and replied with a happy nod. "I was surprised to see it on my bed earlier. I really like it, mom. It's really pretty. Thank you so much." You smiled.

Your mom shook her head.

"Oh honey, that's not from us. That's from Jay," she corrected you.

You coughed awkwardly, looking towards Jay who was minding his own business beside you.

You teared up a little. Now, you feel really, really bad for snapping at him. After all, he just wants the best for you.

You sighed.

"Oppa..." You mumbled, fidgeting with your thumb, biting your lip. Jay turned slowly towards you. You tried to say something but you didn't really know where to start. In the end, you were only able to let out a pathetic "Sorry."

But then, Jay ruffled your hair affectionately.

"No. I'm sorry for saying mean things to you, baby. You're right... Jungwon treats you well and I'm just overreacting." He shook his head, berating himself.

"I'm... It's just that..." You fumbled with your words.

He ruffled your hair again.

"It's okay. Eat up now. Your food is getting cold."

Park Sunghoon

Oh. OH. Don't get me started with this guy. His pride is overflowing, and even though he looks like a kicked puppy whenever you ignore him, he'd somehow find a way to twist the situation, trying to make you beg for his attention instead.

"Oh yeah. YEAH SURE. Y/N's ignoring me so I guess I'm just gonna sell the TXT concert ticket that I bought for her." He'd side-eye you while emphasizing the word 'sell' so you immediately turned your head to his side, feeling betrayed.

You're not sure if he's joking or what because you never knew he bought you concert tickets in the first place.

You rolled your eyes mindlessly though.

Whatever.

"Oh. Okay. I guess I'll go to Japan with Sunoo instead." Sunghoon sing-songed when he saw you entering your guys' house through the main door, as if he wasn't quietly sulking in the living room earlier, waiting for you to come back home.

You scoffed now. You guys already planned on spending summer in Japan together, and it was supposed to be your first out-of-the-country trip without your parents.

Obviously, you know that this is just him trying to get your attention... But, fully knowing your brother's pettiness level, you wouldn't be surprised if he actually went on with his threat.

So, you sighed, facing his way.

"You're the worst." You muttered, storming out of the house, leaving a dumbfounded Sunghoon on his own.

In the end, Sunghoon finally came to his senses and apologized properly to you. Of course, you ended up forgiving him.

Sim Jaeyun

Unlike the other members, he'll say sorry immediately and acknowledge his faults rather than doing unnecessary shenanigans just to keep his pride intact.

"2 minutes?" Jake asks, making you nod.

"Yup, wait for two minutes and try again." Your voice sounded so mechanical as you glanced at your wristwatch, still beyond pissed at your brother for ruining your supposed date night with Riki. As per his words, you guys are way too young to date and to be left alone together.

You get that he's very protective and he means well... but he treats you like a freaking kid most of the time, and it's actually annoying you to the core.

"2 minutes? Oh, okay." Jake sighs, stretching his arms a little then adjusts his cap.

You raised your brows at him.

"Dude... What are you doing?" You looked at him confusedly.

"Hmmm?" Jake replied in the same confused manner as you are, hitting you with his puppy eyes as he stood outside your room awkwardly.

You pointed at his hands.

Jake looked at his hand and immediately hid it behind his back, chuckling embarrassedly.

"Oh... I was counting to... you know... until 2 minutes is over... so I could apologize again..."

You sighed, not long after, letting out a chuckle.

"You're such a loser sometimes, you know?"

"So... does this mean you forgive me or..?" Jake asks, fiddling with his nails.

You shook your head.

"No. Not yet. Until you explain everything to Ni-ki and clarify that I didn't purposely ditch our date, you're dead to me, Jake." You jokingly threw a punch.

Lee Heeseung

Offers the most proper apology out of them all. Poor Heeseung, he'd just feel so guilty about it that you could almost see the guilt flooding from his eyes.

"Kuya?" You gasped surprisedly when you heard a knock on your door, only to be greeted by an apologetic looking Heeseung, carrying at least 3 plastic bags with his arms. "It's 2 AM... I thought you were supposed to stay at your dorm right now?" Your voice was quiet and stoic as you were still wary about the recent argument you just had with him over the phone when you told him about your plans of spending summer with your guys' toxic relatives.

Heeseung cared for you so much. Growing up in a highly dysfunctional family and having to care for you since you were in diapers, despite him being unable to fend for himself properly yet, he's practically your parent at this point. And when he finally debuted as an idol and earned enough money, he immediately fetched you back from your hometown and enrolled you in a prestigious school in Seoul to keep you away from the toxicity and to have you closer by his side too.

Heeseung developed a sense of protectiveness towards you, which you understand well. He despises the fact that you guys were getting pushed over by your so-called 'family', and hearing you mutter from your own mouth that you're gonna spend your summer with them just made him go batshit crazy... because, why would you willingly step back into the den you guys tried so hard to break free from? He didn't understand.

What he didn't understand too is that you're willing to reconnect. After all, they're family. That's why you got into an argument. An argument so bad that he raised his voice at you for the first time in God knows how long, and now he's here, in front of your dorm room looking so ashamed and sorry when he's supposed to be at his company right now.

"Get in, kuya." You told him when you realized that you guys were awkwardly standing in the middle of your dormitory's hallway. "The guards let you in? It's 2 AM... Did you drive here all alone?" You asked worriedly.

Heeseung plopped down on your couch and tapped the space beside him.

He looked at you sadly... You looked at him worriedly.

"You know how much I care for you, right?" He asks.

You nodded.

"Okay. That's good. I'm sorry for snapping at you earlier... You can spend the summer with them if you really want to. I just got really worried." He assured, explaining. You looked at him with a melancholic smile. Now you feel bad for being mad at him earlier. He just wants the best for you. "I—... I'm... I'm real—"

You cut Heeseung off with a hug.

"No. I'm sorry, kuya." You sobbed.

Kim Sunoo

Would ignore you too but only for 2 days. Istg. He'd be knocking on your door holding two tubs of ice cream without saying anything. Weirdly enough, despite multiple bickerings and misunderstandings between you growing up, neither of you says sorry to each other. Somehow you guys just make up after a few days. And this time, it was no different.

"Hey..." Sunoo greets coolly, placing two tubs of ice cream on the counter table.

You were about to reply to his greeting, but you remembered, right, you're mad at him because he was so against your relationship with Sunghoon.

"I brought ice cream..." Sunoo's voice was cautiously casual as he plunked down two tubs of ice cream on the counter.

You eyed him warily, trying to stay mad. But two tubs of ice cream were hard to resist. "Uh-huh," you replied noncommittally, grabbing a spoon.

The two of you sat there, each digging into your respective tubs with exaggerated seriousness. It was almost comical how you avoided eye contact, each pretending the other didn't exist.

After a few spoonfuls (okay, maybe more like two), you couldn't help it. "You know, you're ridiculous," you blurted out, ice cream still in your mouth.

Sunoo looked up, a hint of sassines in his eyes. "Says the one dating Sunghoon."

You rolled your eyes but couldn't suppress a snort. "Yeah, well, he's better than you at sharing ice cream."

Sunoo scoffed. "As if! I brought two tubs, didn't I?"

"Yeah, but who gets the last bite?" you challenged, trying not to laugh.

He grinned, a genuine one this time. "I guess we'll have to battle it out."

And just like that, the tension melted away faster than your ice cream. You started playfully arguing about who got to lick the tub clean, throwing spoonfuls at each other and making a mess of the kitchen. By the end of it, there were more ice cream splatters on both of you than in the tubs.

"Alright, truce," Sunoo declared, wiping his face with a paper towel and trying to look serious again.

"Truce," you agreed.

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A/N: Watch me post all of my drafts in one sitting 🫰🏻 jkjk. I'm about to go to uni next month as a freshman so I'm utilizing my free time before school starts and shits on me again. ✌🏻 Anyways, I'm so excited for Romance: Untold Acdhshdhjskkkkkkkkkk. 😭🫡

[sanaxo-o]

We can’t be friends (Jake Sim)

Warnings/genre: ah well lovers to strangers, misunderstandings, angst, hurt comfort at the end ig? Not proofread so let me know if there should be any corrections. Plz let me know if more warnings or anything should be here.

Word count: 1,340

Sana: a enhypen post in a while??? This was originally written for TBZ Kevin and i thought I should post something for en- before going on a hiatus so here it is. Hope you guys enjoy it <3 also a huge thanks to @mosviqu for making the banner despite her busy schedule. You ate 😍🙏

Taglist: @cloverdaisies @mosviqu @bella-feed @kimsohn @a-dream-bookmark

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Date: March 30th 2024

Sitting in the corner of the room you stare at all the people mingling with each other, laughing and giggling as if everything is normal and going oh so well in their lives when in fact it’s crumbling apart. 

Taking a sip of the beer which was almost over you look around the room once again when your eyes meet his, staring at you from across the room. 

You could feel your heart beating again, the way it started beating loudly made you scared, not because you feared him but because you feared yourself. 

You swore to yourself that you had moved on from him. After everything you both went through, you thought it’s better if you stayed just as friends but you yourself knew that you both cannot be friends. 

Every passing second of the day made you loathe him more, not because he was your ex but because he just decided to give up on your relationship just like that when you decided it was the end. 

Keeping the can of bear on the nearest table you found you grabbed your coat and walked away from there. Not being able to sit there and act as if everything was alright when it in fact was not. You knew it was not, he knew it was not. 

Date: March 20th 2024 

Sitting on the bed you hold the necklace in your hand as you take in a deep breath. You hated arguing with him, in fact you hated when you would snap at each other simply because you both would bottle up your feelings. 

The countless misunderstandings you both went through meant nothing at this point when your whole relationship is tearing apart like this. 

“What’s the point?” You hear Jake mumble briefly as he sits up from his lying position and places his head in his hands. 

You could feel your heart breaking when you heard his voice for the first time ever since the argument you both had in the living. 

You muster up the courage and strength to speak as you let out the words which were oh so irritating for someone in his shoes because of the obliviousness “What do you mean?” 

You close your eyes when you hear Jake let out a scoff, “You know what I mean, this is not working out. Whatever we have going on, none of it is working out. We can pretend that it’s all fine but deep down you know nothing is. Let’s stop wasting each other's time and just..end it.” Jake says that as he stands up from the bed and grabs his coat to walk out of the room. 

“Can we still be friends?” You ask him, halting in his steps Jake turns around and lets out a small sigh when he sees your expectant eyes which were now filled with tears threatening to fall down and roll down your cheeks. 

“We can’t be friends..” he says as he leaves the room and slams the door of your house shut. 

You sit there in silence as you look around the room, on this very bed you celebrated your 20th birthday with him. 

“We can’t be friends, but I’d just like to pretend…” you mumble to yourself as you bring your legs to your chest and let your tears fall down. 

Date: March 30th 2024 

Time: 12:47 PM

Walking down the street you hug yourself closer as you look up at the sky, it was empty which made you smile but it had no feelings. 

You stop walking when you hear footsteps behind you, turning your head you could feel your face stiffening when you see Jake running in your direction. 

“Are you going back home?” He says once he is in front of you. Giving him a single nod you start walking again, not being able to stare at him for another second. 

Walking in silence you stare at the ground while kicking the stones on the sidewalk. Taking in a deep breath you look up at Jake who was walking beside you. 

In his words he just wanted to make sure you reached home safely. Hence, the reason he decided to accompany you. 

“Do you regret it?” You ask suddenly. You notice Jake stopping in his tracks for a moment only to walk again as he tries to act nonchalant. 

“Regret what?” He asks softly as he looks down at you, his eyes looking like daydreams. You still remember how you always felt seen and heard at night. 

For you night is when you can finally be yourself, you don’t have to hide yourself anymore. 

“Us breaking up…” 

Letting out a deep breath Jake looks at you with a small smile as he holds your hand guides you towards the end of the footpath to sit down on the ground. 

“We needed to put an end to our story Y/N…I did not want to continue feeding on the monstrous fire which was increasing day by day. It’s difficult, yeah…but that’s the best for us.” He says softly as he holds your hands in hid for comfort. 

“It’s hard. Really hard. I don’t know how you’re acting all fine..” you tell him as you pull your hand away from him. 

“I am not fine if that’s what you’re wondering. I tell myself countless times to just wait for you to come back but then I was the one who broke up with you. I wish we could still be friends but I cannot get myself to do it. I cannot pretend to be your friend when I know I want more than that.” He says as he lets out a small sob. 

“I can wait for you. I can wait for your love, I can do that..” you say as you try to stop yourself from crying over this again. 

Shaking his head he lets your hand go as he stands up and helps you stand up. 

“Can I just say one thing?” You say softly, your words coming out slurred as the alcohol starts getting to you. Giving you a small nod he helps you walk towards your house, “Know that you made me the happiest person when we were together. I couldn’t ask for more than what we had…it feels like you left me hanging by myself but I know I would have to move on and let this story die.” 

You say everything in one go as you cough and hiccup. You notice Jake opening his mouth to speak again but you stop him by putting your finger up telling him that you want to continue and that you’re not done yet, “For now, it’s only me but…but I’d like to pretend that we’re still friends, okay?” You say as you look at him with your expectant eyes. 

“Okay…whatever you say..” he says softly as he looks down at your shining eyes which were staring back up at him. “Maybe that’s all you need to move on from me..” he says, mostly to himself but you catch onto it but he doubts you’d remember all this in the morning tomorrow. 

Reaching your door steps he helps you stand straight as he looks through your bag to find your keys. 

“You keep on clinging to your papers and pens, yeah?” You say softly in a joking manner as you enter the house and slam the door shut on his face. 

Letting out a small chuckle Jake looks at your door as he takes a step back, stuffing his hands in his pockets he takes a one last look at your door and walks away. 

That’s an end to a story then, something which was bittersweet. There are some moments he wishes he could forget all together but most of them are the ones he cherishes the most and that’s what matters to him. 

You guys maybe strangers to each other now but the time you both spent as lovers was some of the most valuable ones. 

[sunshyni]

vampiro da guarda | Jake

Jake × Fem!Reader | fluff | primeiro textinho de halloween (não que eu ache que haverão outros KKKK) | wc: 2k

sinopse: se apaixonar romanticamente por um gatinho, no sentido literal, definitivamente não estava nos seus planos.

notinha da Sun: tô viciada em “Brought The Heat Back”, então decidi escrever alguma coisa inspirada nessa música 😁 Eu sei que vocês gostam de uma coisa mais picante uh la la, masss essa aqui é extremamente bobinha e fofa. Talvez eu faça uma pt.2 porque deixei alguns pontos abertos, mas é só talvez mesmo!! KKKKK Espero que vocês gostem!!

boa leitura, docinhos!! 🦇

Você tinha se mudado para aquela cidadezinha remota não fazia nem três semanas, mas coisas estranhas estavam acontecendo. Sentia-se como se estivesse dentro da sua série favorita, “Teen Wolf”, só que sem a parte do ensino médio. A questão é que você trabalhava numa clínica veterinária, exercendo seu técnico em auxiliar de veterinária. Tanto você quanto Jungwon, seu melhor amigo, eram novos na região. Ele fazia o tipo medroso; você era curiosa demais. Talvez morresse primeiro se estivesse em um filme de terror, como o resultado daquele quiz que vocês fizeram dois dias atrás, mas, pelo menos, morreria com a curiosidade saciada.

— A gente tem que sair daqui o mais rápido possível, me escuta — ele disse, enquanto mastigava uma Fini daquelas azedinhas. Você tomou um gole do seu café tradicional e revirou os olhos.

— Jungwon, a gente tá há sei lá quanto tempo procurando emprego na área. Ninguém aceita dois jovens de 20 anos sem experiência — aquilo era verdade. Jungwon suspirou, batendo os pés tal qual uma criança mimada que precisa mesmo de uma coleção daqueles bonequinhos de ratinhos.

— Talvez a gente já saiba porque eles decidiram contratar dois jovens bobinhos — ele te olhou, e você roubou uma cobrinha repleta de açúcar azedo da embalagem dele. — Não consigo entender a morte daquele cão.

Todo o sangue drenado, não tinha nada. O cão estava oco. Nem sabiam direito em que horário ele havia falecido. Aquilo não saía da sua cabeça, e muito menos da de Jungwon, principalmente da de Jungwon aparentemente. Não podia negar que a cidade tinha uma atmosfera esquisita: anoitecia depressa, quase não tinha comércio, e o bar local era a única diversão que os habitantes tinham. No entanto, ele parecia sempre deserto, como se as pessoas se resguardassem com medo de algo maior, algo sobrenatural, quem sabe? Lobisomens ou...

— Para com essa história maluca de vampiros, Jungwon — você disse para o seu amigo, cutucando-o nas costelas e fazendo-o reagir imediatamente com um pulo do banco. Sempre fora extremamente sensível para cócegas. — Desse jeito você vai ficar maluco.

— Depois não me diz que eu não te avisei. Preciso de mais glicose, vou ver se eles têm aquele pirulito com pozinho.

Você assentiu, observando-o caminhar até um mercadinho pequeno do outro lado da rua. Estavam no centro da cidade, onde a quantidade mínima de estabelecimentos se reunia, como se aquele fosse o shopping local.

— Ah, achei que você não tinha comprado o seu — Niki, um dos clientes frequentes da clínica, apareceu de repente ao seu lado, segurando dois copos fumegantes de chocolate quente. Você ergueu seu copo já frio de café, dizendo: — Esse aqui já acabou mesmo.

Ele sorriu, sentando-se ao seu lado, no mesmo lugar onde seu amigo estava segundos atrás. Percebeu que Niki estava de olho em você desde a primeira vez que se encontraram na clínica e não achou aquilo ruim. Embora Jungwon sempre fizesse questão de não te deixar sozinha com o garoto em questão, dizia que Niki poderia ser um serial killer, um maluco disfarçado naquela cidade de malucos também. Mas você sempre ignorava suas palavras com um gesto de abano.

— Tá afim de sair esse final de semana? Pra um encontro? — você corou com a pergunta súbita, ficando meio sem palavras. Era sim ou não, mas, mesmo assim, parecia que suas cordas vocais não queriam fazer o trabalho delas. Você se remexeu no banco, olhou para ele, e, no momento em que iria responder com um “sim” não muito confiante e duvidoso, escutou o miado manhoso demais de um gato.

Olhou para o chão, para o seu lado, e sentiu quando o gato passou pelas suas pernas, se esfregando e ronronando em uma delas. Niki te chamou de novo e colocou uma mão sobre a sua, parecendo um tanto quanto afobado, querendo sua resposta logo e sem se importar muito com o novo amigo no chão.

— Ah... Sim? Como aqui não tem... — o gato continuou te circulando e até arranhou sua calça jeans de boca larga. Você se perdia no raciocínio toda vez que acompanhava a baderna que o gato fazia pela sua atenção. — Nenhum lugar minimamente interessante, posso te mostrar meus dotes culinários em casa.

Niki sorriu, sorriu muito, um sorriso completo que moldou seus lábios perfeitamente. Você deu um sorriso meio sem graça e finalmente segurou o gatinho, cujos pelos eram tão pretos que chegavam a brilhar, a cintilar. Os olhos amarelos sinceramente te hipnotizaram demais.

— Acho que ele tá com sede. Já volto. — Niki olhou para o gato com certo desdém, se você realmente fosse boa em linguagem corporal teria percebido isso, e assentiu mudo. O sorriso já não existia nos lábios dele, exibindo uma expressão neutra enquanto te observava atravessar a rua com o gatinho em mãos até o mercadinho, onde Jungwon estava. Encontrou-o com uma grande cesta de doces de embalagens coloridas, enquanto tinha a última Fini na boca.

— Voxê não vai acreditar — ele disse sem olhar para você. Quando o fez, arregalou os olhos para a criatura no seu colo, como se o gato fosse um gato-polvo com vários tentáculos te engolindo. — Ai, meu Deus. Você tava escondido aqui esse tempo todo?

— Quê? Que que você tá falando? — você questionou, e Jungwon sorriu ao terminar de mastigar o doce entre os dentes, te acompanhando até o caixa. Você passou a garrafinha de água, enquanto ele colocou na pequena esteira os mil e um doces que escolhera.

— Onde você encontrou esse gato? — seu melhor amigo questionou, e você deu de ombros enquanto acariciava o pelo do gatinho fofo.

— Quero levar ele pra casa.

— Você quer levar todo animal pra casa, ô metida a Luisa Mell — você mostrou a língua para ele, enquanto ele pagava pelas compras e se despedia da caixa com um sorrisinho.

— Tô pensando num nome... Sombrio, talvez? — você questionou enquanto andavam na calçada. Ele destacou outra embalagem de doces e colocou uma gelatina em formato de chapéu de bruxa na sua boca.

— Pra uma pessoa sem criatividade que nem você, é uma boa — ele disse, e você revirou os olhos.

Com o passar do tempo, você descobriu que Sombrio era o gato mais manhoso e doce que já conhecera. Ele queria te seguir para todo lugar, incluindo seu trabalho. No entanto, as últimas noites tinham sido estranhas: você acordava no meio da noite, quente, com a estranha sensação de um homem misterioso compartilhando a cama com você. Mas, quando olhava ao lado da cama de casal, encontrava Sombrio dormindo pacientemente. Era esquisito como sentia a pressão de mãos estranhas, que logo se tornaram familiares. Elas tocavam sua cintura, pousavam na sua barriga, e você podia até sentir uma fragrância diferente. No entanto, sempre que abria os olhos, assustada, não encontrava nada.

— O que eu te disse sobre o Niki?

— Sombrio não para de me morder, parece um pernilongozinho, sempre arrancando sangue de mim. — Você posicionou o celular na mesinha de centro, ficando de lado para Jungwon, do outro lado da ligação de vídeo, enquanto acariciava os pelos de Sombrio. Ele dormia tranquilo sobre sua barriga, mas, com a pequena menção de seu nome, levantou a cabeça para te olhar com aqueles belos olhos amarelos.

— Tá me escutando?

— Você me falou pra ficar longe, que ele poderia me matar e esconder meu corpo no quintal dele. Mas e daí? Faz muito tempo desde a última vez que um cara se interessou por mim. — Você beijou os pelos do gatinho, acomodando-se melhor no sofá. — Tô com uma torta no forno, e daqui a uma hora ele já deve aparecer.

— Meu número é o seu número de emergência, né? — Você bufou, mas assentiu para a câmera. — Promete que vai deixar o celu...

Você se inclinou para clicar na bolinha vermelha e desligar a ligação de vídeo. Depois, olhou para Sombrio.

— Eu sei, ele fala demais.

Seus olhos começaram a pesar com o entardecer que entrava em raios de luz alaranjada pela cortina da sua janela. Em pouco tempo, você estava dormindo. Só não esperava começar a tossir desesperadamente pouco depois. Quando olhou para a cozinha aberta, soltou um gritinho: tudo estava em brasas. Como uma torta poderia ter causado aquilo tão rápido? Seus dedos trêmulos pegaram o celular para ligar para os bombeiros, mas... Onde estava Sombrio?

— Vai ficar aí esperando o fogo te alcançar?

De fato, as chamas começavam a se alastrar pela sala, e o cheiro de queimado te deixava desconfortável. Mas o mais importante: como aquele cara desconhecido havia entrado na sua casa? E onde diabos estava Sombrio?

— Acho que eu prefiro morrer carbonizada do que nas mãos de uma pessoa desconhecida que tá literalmente dentro da minha casa. — Você deu alguns passos para trás. No entanto, se recuasse mais um pouco, entraria no foco do incêndio, e o teto poderia desabar na sua cabeça. Então, você parou, analisando bem as opções. Correr seria inútil: nunca foi muito forte fisicamente.

— Assim você me magoa. — Ele fez um beicinho e avançou até você num piscar de olhos, literalmente se teletransportando para pegar sua mão e te puxar para fora. Depois disso, tudo virou uma sucessão de eventos confusos.

Niki não apareceu naquela noite, mas Jungwon chegou minutos depois dos bombeiros. Ele te abraçou apertado e te conduziu até a garagem da sua casa, quando o incêndio foi controlado. Entrar na casa, no entanto, era impossível por causa do cheiro de queimado.

Você se sentou no sofá antigo que ainda estava na garagem. O outro sofá, o vermelho que você tanto gostava, provavelmente já tinha sido consumido pelo fogo. Por sorte, o andar superior e a garagem não foram atingidos, mas seus problemas respiratórios te impediram de ficar lá por muito tempo.

— Eu não tenho muita certeza de que uma torta causaria todo esse rebuliço — você comentou para Jungwon, que te olhou com uma expressão suspeita. — Tá, fala logo o que você quer dizer.

— Acho que você precisa saber que...

— Por que deixou ela me chamar de Sombrio esse tempo todo, hein? Não que eu esteja reclamando, foi fofo.

Você tampou a boca com as mãos ao ver o mesmo homem de antes aparecer diante de você. Queria gritar, mas Jungwon te impediu, ajoelhando-se na sua frente. Você, devagar, se sentou no sofá, ainda em choque.

— O Sombrio, na verdade, é o Jake. Ele é um vampiro.

— Híbrido, na verdade. O Jungwon é o seu vampiro da guarda, mas ele quase te entregou de bandeja pro Niki. — Jake afastou Jungwon de perto de você e colocou suas pernas no sofá, fazendo você se deitar. Em seguida, ele cobriu seu corpo com uma manta fina que, de alguma forma, estava ali naquele cômodo.

Você permaneceu estática, absorvendo cada detalhe daquele homem impecável. Era difícil acreditar, mas os olhos de Jake eram idênticos aos de Sombrio. Eles hipnotizavam, te atraíam de uma forma que você nunca pensou ser possível.

— Vampiro da guarda? — você perguntou, confusa.

Jake se ajoelhou ao seu lado, como Jungwon fizera antes de ser expulso. Aliás, Jungwon já tinha desaparecido do local — fazia sentido, sendo vampiro. Mas por que ele gastara tanto tempo com você nas idas de ônibus para a faculdade?

— É, às vezes os anjos se cansam disso. Vocês humanos são muito imprudentes, então a tarefa fica para as aberrações do inferno — vulgo vampiros. — Jake acariciou seus cabelos e suas bochechas, e você estremeceu. Conhecia aquelas mãos. Agora estava dando um rosto àquelas carícias: era ele quem te tocava de madrugada, te aninhava e te abraçava apertado. Não era algo que sua mente carente tinha inventado.

— Então foi você...

— Desculpa, você vive me acariciando, queria retribuir de alguma forma, mas não podia me revelar naquele momento. Eu nem deveria estar fazendo isso.

Seus olhos se prenderam aos dele, e você sentiu suas mãos formigarem, querendo tocá-lo.

— Mas a assembleia dos vampiros já tá puta comigo há um bom tempo.

— Sombrio...

— É Jake. Mas não me importo se você quiser...

Você o beijou, de verdade. Jake subiu sobre você, fazendo você envolver suas pernas em volta dele. Ele tocou suas bochechas e esfregou os narizes de vocês antes de se afastarem.

— Já tava começando a achar esquisito me sentir atraída por um gato.

Jake sorriu, os cabelos ligeiramente bagunçados e os caninos mais pontudos, como um vampiro deve ter. Você deveria estar aterrorizada, mas se sentia tranquila. Afinal, tinha dois vampiros da guarda.

— O Jungwon tava certo. O Niki queria te matar. Ele é um dos nossos, mas do grupinho dos rebeldes.

Você assentiu, e Jake se deitou apertado ao seu lado, te abraçando para dar mais espaço.

— Mas ele tava começando a ter sentimentos por você, o que é pior ainda.

Jake te beijou outra vez, esfregando o nariz no seu e lambendo sua bochecha de brincadeira, como fazia na forma de gato.

— E o que você fez pra impedir isso?

— Esquentei um pouco as coisas.

da sua vampi... gatinha preferida @sunshyni. Todos os direitos reservados.

[loserlvrss]

ACID AND ALKALINE ──── 骚人★ yet, in reverse you are all my symmetry. a parallel i would lay my life on.

엔하제이크 x 𝓕reader 1012angst ⓘ cautions. language & implied toxicity ☆ req:yes/no. 🪐library

Meeting Jake was no accident, but the question left a bitter taste on your tongue. A terrible sensation that followed you around like your shadow. Somehow it mocked you—somehow, no matter how many times you turned off in an attempt to evade it, it came back. Parasitic. Unrealistic. Disappointing…love. 

Maybe because you wanted it so bad, you became complacent with the knife lodged between your shoulder blades; the knife just tickling your heart, dancing the thin-line of saving your life, or ending it all. But, no matter how many times you buried it, the feeling just wouldn’t stay dead. 

You willed it to happen, manifested the day to come. And when it finally did, it was too good to let go of…or maybe it was too embarrassing to admit. You weren’t stupid, just stupid in love with someone who didn’t even give half the heart you pleaded for. A second or third thought. Fourth and fifth choice. You saw the end before whatever this was began. But he’s collected so much of you, he couldn’t even hold them in his hands. He couldn’t even hold you in his hands.

Like gravity, you were drawn to him. A moth to a burning funeral pyre. Until he’d take invisible-space to keep the distance between you, giving you something to miss so you came back. And, you always came back, parting the stitches that kept your scars closed. 

He knew you so goddamn well. Everything that made you tick just-enough to forgive and forget. Eventually, you lost the feeling of butterflies. But, he had you wrapped so tightly in the sense that you were in control. A lie you couldn’t swallow, holding it in your mouth as a sickly expression weighed down your tongue. 

You feared you’d lose him fully, so you let him take away your pain and quiet your mind for a night—and then another, and then another. However, he never needed you as much as you needed him. He was your telomere, but you were never his. Only a waking-nightmare he’d soon open his eyes to. If your fate was a bad collision on a one-way highway, then you wished for one last ride on the sunset skyline. One last goodbye in the making. 

Would you need closure between all the thin lines? Were you afraid to say that all you felt was lonely wrapped in whatever warmth he had to offer under the harshly-lit moon?

This place will become your tomb—you always knew that. He’d flood you like Alantis, drowning you in beautiful blue hues, until somewhere along the lines you stopped seeing the damage; The withering. The eroding of sculptures and statues. Eventually, it washed away the blood on his hands. Your blood that stained his hands. 

There was nothing left for him to take, you were already on the ground, worshiping a God you’d never reach. A God that sunk his teeth into your skin and split your ribs open. 

But whatever you could get, right? 

His words like Gospel—hypnosis. His words, like razors against your flesh. His words that never left your mind. His words that trapped you under the surface. 

Did he ever wish that you loved him less when you’d use new weapons to snap those final strings, to promote combat, just to fall back? 

A game of tug-of-war between whatever resolve you had crumbling and the sense of clarity that his eyes could give you. 

You hated him; His sharp teeth, his tender touch, the way you could be buried to the sound of his name. You hated the way he fit so perfectly into your life, that the void left was unfathomable. 

He’d made his mark, full of the love that you wanted. Full of the love you reached out for—just a little too far away, brushing feather-light fingertips. 

Was he waiting, saving that love you craved for someone you weren’t? Someone you couldn’t be to him?

But you were so full on resentment that there was no room to swallow anything else; To choke on the truth. 

It was too late to save, but too soon to let go. 

Could you ever fall asleep without him laying next to you? Would your blood ever be hot again? Would you ever stop manifesting pleasure in the core of pain? 

Could you ever stop asking questions you didn’t want answered? Loading a gun that would eventually fire—at you or him? 

You didn’t know. 

But, tonight you’d get the answer. You embraced the emptiness inside your chest, knowing that the end could be drawing near. Tonight you’d finally fall with the curtain and go up in flames. Because you knew him, as he knew you, and rewiring each other was something you could never manage. 

Dark days, dancing through the depths of Hellfire, finally illuminated in phosphorescence. Under the pitch-black sky, you’d know your Garden of Eden was infested by blood-thirsty snakes. He was whatever image you had in your head, and whatever Angel fell past Earth.

Holding back wasn’t an option anymore, “We can’t. We’re just not supposed to be able to work it out, Jake.” 

Your lungs were still tight, but you used to think you’d hold your breath forever, completely swept under with the tide. 

Even within Arcadia, the bite lingered. But, the page was turning, your house was nothing but empty pillars—the skeletons of a structure you built from the ground up. 

“Baby—”

Like lovers entwined, now unraveling with the thought that you’d never actually belong to each other. 

“We’re just not supposed to be together, can’t you see?” 

And, he couldn’t deny it. 

You’d get out before the claws of dependence sunk deep into you, forcing the cage around your lifeless forms. Cracking bones, a dangerous disposition, a trance. A repeated cycle to an Ouroboros. 

“We just aren’t supposed to be in love with each other.” 

You had to face it. To wake up. From strangers who jumped to the honeymoon-phase too quickly, to something in between, ending in nothing again. 

You were two chemicals that were never supposed to mix. 

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[heetr]

jake was actually insane during enchella last night can u pls write some nasty adrenaline rushing jake just got off stage smut thank u ily

💌 ; watching him the other night. was sickening. i had to clutch my pearls. like HELLO?? and iLY anon 😚

jake was buzzed, the stage was lit. the dancers, his members. everyone’s adrenaline was pumping and he had nothing but energy. even after the encore he needed to release. and once he saw you, he knew exactly how he’d do that. “bathroom, now” his voice was rough, assertive. needless to say he was starving.

you didn’t hesitate, immediately making your way to the bathroom with jake following just a few feet behind you. before you knew it, his hands were around your neck, pressing you against the door of the bathroom stall. the heat radiating off his body along with the sweat that dripped down his face and arms. you barely had time to breathe before he pushed you harder against the wall. parting your legs with one knee, grinding against you like he needed it more than he needed air.

“did you see me out there?“ he smirked, voice raspy from the almost hour long performance he did non-stop. “you want to feel me? i was thinking about this—since i walked on stage i was thinking about you. how good you’re gonna feel suffocating my cock. his hands were rough, the list filled in his eyes and the adrenaline shooting through his veins. it was filthy and desperate and you were just as desperate.

jake unbuckled his pants, tossing his belt aside and lifting your skirt. he turned you around, bending you over the sink and ripped your panties off—the piece of garment dangling in his hands. “i saw the way you were looking at me, like you wanted me to be yours. he gave in fast, and you were ready. the way he talked to you so roughly, but handle you so firmly.

filling your holes up with all his cock, sharp gasps leaving your throat and you could feel the bass through the walls. jake was high off the stage, the mere thought of it only pumping more adrenaline into his blood by the second. fucking you would be the only thing that could keep him grounded, keep him down.

he was fast, he was messy, he was rough. pounding into you and holding your hands behind your back. he didn’t care if you were loud, who would hear you anyway? you whimpered as he buried himself deeper, every inch of him claiming you over and over. your fingers clawed at his wrist, he fucked you like he needed it to survive.

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episode three — past + present

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that secret was quite tempting, if you were something, it was nosy. you pick up your phone and for a moment heeseung thinks you’re about to leave him. however you sit and type something out quickly. 

y/f/n 

is your knee okay? 

i think it’ll be best if you do the interview with someone else 

im sorry

heeseung’s eyes are carefully trained on you, making sure his eyes don’t accidentally drift down to take a peek at what you’re typing on your phone. 

“do you have to go somewhere?” 

“hm?” you jolt up. facing your phone down as you finish sending the texts to jake. heesueng looks at your with wide deer-like eyes and you shake your head. “no.” you look away, still holding your phone when you ask “so what’s your secret?” 

heeseung smiles and motions for you to come closer, you hesitantly come closer, turning your head to the side. 

“this isn’t the first time we’ve met.” he whispers. your lips part in confusion. retracting yourself away from him, you turn and ask “huh? what does that mean? we’ve met before…?” heeseung smirks, motioning for you to come closer once again so he can tell you. 

you lean in closer to him. “thats..” he breaks off “a secret!” heeseung begins laughing to himself as he gets up from the floor. your small smile drops and a face of disbelief dawns over your features. you shut your eyes tightly before getting up and shoving him lightly.

heeseung makes a run for it outside of the dance studio and into the hallway with you following closely behind him. despite his laughter, you try to keep up with him. upon nearing a staircase to ascend on, heeseung takes two steps at a time, curse his long legs, but manages to hit his ankle on one of the steps as he flies up them. 

hearing the wince, and seeing him falter, his hands coming in front of him to break his fall you frown. heeseung immediately shakes his head as you stare at him, coming to a complete stop at the bottom of the stairs.

“you..” your voice trembles. heeseung stands up, a smile adorning his face as he dances on his feet, a quick move. “got you!” your face falls yet again, breathing out slowly and playfully glaring at him. 

“don’t do that.. you scared me!” you tut at him and he flies up the stairs yet again with you following, attempting to take two steps at a time but unlike heeseung, your legs were far shorter. heeseung was already up the stairs and running away before you could even look up to see where he was. 

you get up the stairs, hating that it was a literal workout just to chase this guy around. when you reach the top, you prepare to bolt after heeseung as you see him walking leisurely down a hallway, laughing at you and your pace. however you nearly walk into someone, more like, you nearly walk into someone that was all too familiar to you. 

you tense up, freezing in your spot, non really discreetly looking at the dark headed boy before you train your eyes to the ground and then make a side eye towards heeseung who is now watching this awkward exchange of looks happen in curiosity. 

you could almost remember all too well the features of this boy. the dark hair, a slight undercut with trimmed sides, his sharp jawline. more concerningly, you saw the few cuts and bruises adorning his face. and you feel your stomach drop. 

–

you sat on the bus going home from school, it was dark out and the only people left were you, another student from a different school, and some old drunk man that was talking to himself and the imaginary people around him. obviously freaked out, you sat still and silent as he spewed incoherent words. 

a few seats behind you was this boy, you didn’t really get a good look at him but he sat glaring outside the window with a busted lip and a bandaid poorly plastered onto his face as if that would cover up the fact that there were other bruises and cuts on his face. 

while you were terrified out of your mind, this random guy staring at you from the lower front section of the bus, you tried your best not to look back at him and pretend to mind your business. the boy sitting a few seats behind you had other ideas, carefully looking between you and the guy before getting up and sitting beside you. 

you look towards him, neck craning up slightly to accommodate his rather taller figure as he sits. he doesn’t say anything, though you find it better than sitting alone. the drunk man goes back to looking at anything other than the two of you, continuing to talk about random politically concerning things and before no time, the bus reaches the station, dropping the two of you off while the drunk man gets off and begins to shuffle away, still cursing under his breath.

you and this random student stand a few feet away from each other despite the few minutes of sitting so close to one another before. you wait until the drunken man is out of sight before you turn your back on the student and prepare to make your voyage home. the weather was beginning to nip at your skin around this time of year, despite it still being manageable, there were snowflakes beginning to cascade upon the city. 

you could see your breath as you wrap your blazer closer and tighter around your body and you begin to walk towards the direction of your neighbourhood. 

“hey.” you freeze, assuming the worst in the appeared delinquent whom you figure is talking to you. you don’t turn to face him though. 

“do you wanna get some street food?” you look at him, wondering if was talking to you, there was no one else there anyway. who else would he be talking to? the student nods towards a few open street food carts and vendors just the ways down the sidewalk. 

when you don’t reply and he begins to walk past you, you assume you’d pissed him off but he stops after walking a bit further and looks at you to make sure you’re following him. he gives you an expected look and you begin to follow him to the food stands down the road. 

upon arriving to the cart, the hot food produces steam in the cold chilling nights. you come up next to him in the stall and look at the food the vendor is selling. 

“can we get one serving of spicy rice cakes please.” 

you watch as the student pours a cup of water for you, he slides it towards you. “here,” the vendor hands him the paper container of rice cakes “thank you.” he sets it down between the two of you and hands a skewer for you to use. 

“can we also get the seaweed roll please?” you ask the vendor, he nods with a smile. the boy looks down at you, a tinge of a smile appearing before he chuckles softly. “give us a seaweed roll too, please.” he reaffirms. he goes to pick up a rice cake and tries to eat it before wincing as the food was too hot for him. 

“ah..” he sighs, you crack a smile and laugh at him. 

–

jay looks down at you as you avoid his eye contact by staring at the floor before you instead. you can practically feel his eyes boring into you, deep breaths escaping his mouth as well. jay hasn’t changed a day since you last saw him. funnily enough, the first time you met him he had gotten into a fight, and from what you’re looking at now, jay hadn’t changed his tendencies and habits as he was still littered

with cuts and bruises. fresh, you’d assume. you’ll probably hear something about a fight later on with the week. 

“it’s been a while.” he says, voice didn’t change either. it was still deep and smooth. you look up, guilt striking at your heart as you stare at him. to others it would be hard to see but jay has a small smile on his face when seeing you again. albeit in these horrible conditions, he didn’t want you to have bumped into him this way just after he was just being thrown around in the tarmac behind the school. 

“have you been well?” you let out an awkward laugh. “yeah..” he nods. lugging his backpack over one shoulder he brings it back up as it had been slipping down his arm. his lips press into a thin line and he looks down at his shoes. “i’m glad.” 

“did you transfer?”

“i transferred.” 

you two talk over each other, laughing awkwardly when he just shuts his mouth to let you speak. “i transferred here yesterday.” he hums to himself, shoving his hands into his pocket and again, avoiding eye contact with you. “i see.” 

“i gotta go.” you tell him shuffling in your spot. instead of continuing towards heeseung who was still watching from afar, you return back in the direction of the dance studio. jay watches you leave with a solemn heart. 

–

sunoo continuously holds up a very well drawn and detailed portrait of you as he and jay waits outside of your school. well what they thought was your school. they were just about 100% sure because the girls exiting wore the same uniform jay saw you in that night he met you on the bus and treated you to food. 

jay leans against the school gates, exhausted and slightly embarrassed as sunoo who was more than eager to find this mystery girl that his friend was oh-so “in love” with for the past week. jay has tried taking the bus at the same time he saw you, waiting at the bus stop you were dropped off at, even asking the vendor if he had seen you again. but to no avail, it’s like you disappeared and jay didn’t even know your name. let’s say sometimes it slips his mind that students wear name tags to school.

so he did what he does best, draw. upon drawing you from memory, to the best of his ability. he was destined to find you yet again. and thanks to sunoo, who had tracked down the school from the description jay had given him, he was able to find the school that he was sure you attended.

jay argued that it was creepy to show up unannounced but sunoo affirmed him that it was romantic and cute and not creepy at all. jay hid his face as sunoo quite literally held the picture up against every girl that exited the school. 

“hey, i said let’s just go.. this is a waste of time.”  jay grumbles, bringing his phone out of his pocket and checking the time. 

“i told you to just stay put.” sunoo argues “this is why i’m the one standing here and looking at everyones face while you hide in the corner.” jay groans, head hitting the fencing behind him as he shuts his eyes and wishes this major headache would go away. 

“i’m certain this uniform belongs to this school.” 

“what have we been doing for the past couple of days? this is… borderline insane.” he retaliates, admittedly, sunoo had dragged jay to the school for the past three days in search of you. 

“if a teacher sees us they’ll think we’re creeps or something. do we really have nothing better to do?” this was sunoo’s claim to be the very last resort. “we really, really, really have nothing better to do!” the bleach blonde boy tells his friend. jay really wanted to find you, but after three days of searching there was quite literally no hope and he was beginning to accept that. 

“who even told you to draw this kind of thing anyway. do you have anything more important to do than find her? what about… i don’t know, let me think. SCHOOL?!” sunoo comes waving the drawing of you in jay’s face. frantic, and frustrated at his friend who seemed so love-struck for the past week and desperate to find you, and now becoming this depressed lug who gives up on humanity. 

“we might as well print out hundreds of these and attach your phone number on it and just spread it around the city.” sunoo says sarcastically, jay looks anywhere else than his friend who continues to throw a tantrum. “if she doesn’t call you after seeing this.. i mean who would even call, this is actually kind of creepy–” jay grabs the drawing from sunoo’s frantic movement.

“i said stop it.” he tells sunoo sternly. sunoo gives him a stank face, huffing out and crossing his arms over his chest. 

“you’re suffering because you couldn’t even ask her for her name or number.” sunoo is relentless with his words sometimes, but he’s also honest and right. “you can’t do anything without me.” he puffs his cheeks out and jay might as well submit and agree because without sunoo jay would be drowning in a ditch that he created himself. 

jay stands up and plants his weight into his feet now, looking past sunoo and straight at you. he could recognize that face from anywhere. he quickly hides the drawing behind his back as you recognize him too, a grin appearing on your face as you walk towards him and his friends. it might seem like at this moment, jay is kind of hiding behind sunoo. 

–

even a year later, you still kept the drawing he so shyly hands over to you that day he finally finds you and asks for your name and number. despite it being over a year since you last seen it. it was stuck in the back of your mind since you had bumped into him today. 

when you arrive at home, you go for a search for the drawing, staring at the unkempt shelves you’ve had for years, knowing that it was stashed somewhere in them. you remember a certain cube that you hid it in. upon seeing it again, you’re sent down a path of reminiscent memories.

–

you rip out a sneeze in the middle of class, disrupting the lesson, somehow all the heads turn to look at the cause. almost immediately, the girl sitting in front of you and the few students to the side of you move their desks and chairs forward in an attempt to avoid whatever radius your sneeze had reached. they couldn’t risk catching whatever you were floating around school with. 

“see, now i’m glad jake didn’t come to class today because he had soccer practice.” 

“is his knee really okay?” 

you look up through your lashes, curiously, head still kept down because you feared getting caught listening in on the conversation the girls in front of you were having. you can help but sniffle, the cold you were suspecting to have, it’s symptoms coming to ambush you from out of nowhere. 

see now math class was boring, the teacher was half asleep trying to teach the class as well. however upon hearing his students talking whilst in the middle of the lesson, he turns around furiously, sudden all the life seeping back into him. 

“quiet, this is going to be on the test tomorrow.” 

you yawn quietly, head turning to the left naturally as you drift away from the attention to the board. you look outside to the courtyard, almost instantaneously, you find heeseung standing dead centre of the window you were looking out, phone in his hand, pressed against his ear, and suddenly your phone is ringing in the middle of class. again, and disappointingly, disrupting the class once more. 

you want to die, or at least pinch yourself. because this seriously can’t be happening. you must’ve forgotten to silence your phone before coming to class. and now you were awkwardly shuffling and fumbling with your phone to silence the ringer.

heeseung, from outside, you see as he merely stands there, almost cluelessly. you sigh, closing your eyes, hoping that the staring and stifling laughter of the students would just shut up. 

“y/f/n.” the teacher calls out, not turning, continuing to write on the chalkboard at the front of the class. your head shoots up and stares at his menacing figure, back still turned to you. “yes?” you nearly stammer as one word has your voice shaking. “go outside.” he says. 

your eyebrows knit together in confusion. “pardon?” you’re almost in disbelief. how does he know that heeseung was waiting for you outside? you slowly stand up from your desk, fully believing this teacher would just let you go outside to meet your friend. “i said you can go outside.” he turns around, workbook in his hand, and a chalk in the other. 

“really?” 

“of course.” he gives you a genuine smile “you can go outside and put your hands up.” 

curse the world. perhaps this was how it was always going to be after all. dejectedly, you begin to walk out the classroom, sliding your phone into your pocket. an embarrassed laughter sprouts up amongst the students in the classroom and you frown. 

your footsteps are as awkward as ever, the silence was loud. sunghoon watches as you exit the classroom and just outside, you stand with your arms up. your fisted hands appear through the windows that line the classrooms. 

a few minutes later, a familiar tall boy begins making his way down the hallway and he begins to walk with a spring in his step and a smile spreading on his face when he sees you down the hall with your arms up as a punishment for your in class outbursts. 

you groan softly as you look up after hearing him call out for you, he stops in front of you and you frown at him. “your phone call caused this.” you tell him, arms still weakly held up in the air. heeseung smirks as he looks down at you. 

“maybe if you had silenced your phone…” he says it in a mocking singing voice. you roll your eyes at him. “maybe if you hadn’t called knowing i was in class.” heeseung lets out a tut, hands stuffed into his uniform pockets as he assesses you. 

“you weren’t gonna do much ‘paying attention’ in that class anyway.” he points out, you stay silence at that, perhaps proving his hypothesis to be correct. “is that why all you do is cut class and dance?” you ask expectedly, wanting to fight back with at least something. you wondered why heeseung was never in class anyway, every time you saw him he was probably the furthest away from a classroom that he could possibly be.

he lets out a chuckle “well of course!” he was shameless about his horrid habit of skipping class. “there isn’t enough time in the day to dance.” you never understood heeseung, sure, he loved dancing yet when you looked at the several portraits taken of the dance team from the past year, heeseung was nowhere to be found. but you figured you shouldn’t question it. 

you put your arms down for a moment as heeseung fleetingly walks around light-footedly in front of you, somehow dancing to some step combo he made again. always dancing. “don’t you get bored standing here all day?” he teases, leaning down, getting real close to your face before you swat him away. 

“this was because of you!” you shout quietly after him, he begins walking away, a smug smirk plastered on his face. you have the urge to follow him and so you did. 

“i didn’t do anything actually, i was just being a good friend and trying to take you out of that horrible class.” upon following him down the hallway, the bell rings and you curse under your breath, speed walking back to the spot outside the classroom before your teacher could suspect you to have left. 

however as you’re speed walking back, your teacher walks out with stacks of paper and work books in his arms in search for you. your heart nearly skips a beat when he doesn’t say anything but the vein popping in his forehead is enough to scare you to stand back in your spot with your hands jutting up into the air as fast as they can. 

your teacher says something under his breath before walking away, shaking his head disappointedly. 

following him after exiting the classroom is sunghoon. 

“ahhhh, you're causing even more trouble even after getting punished?” sunghoon laughs, teasing you as you give him a stank face. you breathe out slowly, a hand coming to your chest as it begins to ache slightly, looking at sunghoon. 

“i think you should go rest in the nurse’s office after lunch. i’ll tell our teacher.” even despite all the trouble you cause, sunghoon still looks out for you. it was clear and evident that your cold was starting to kick in. you shake your head at his proposal. “no, i’m fine.” however sunghoon brings one of your arms down and gives you an insisting look. and you admittedly cave. 

heeseung looks back after walking to the end of the hallway, ready to walk back to the dance room where he spends more of his lunches with his dance team friends. 

heeseung’s grin slightly falters when he finds sunghoon’s hands on your shoulders, leaning and twisting you in different directions as if to look and assess whether you were okay or not. he sees sunghoon mouth something to you, he was too far away to hear it. your friend presses the back of his hand to your forehead, checking your temperature. feeling his heart slightly clench, he shakes his head, hands coming

to the rested headphones around his neck, and putting them on before returning on his walk back to the studio. 

–

heeseung sits quietly on the side of the dance room, watching as his teammates practice a piece that was going to be used in an upcoming club showcase for the school. he knows the piece by heart, doing the arm movements in sync with the group however altered because he was still sitting on the ground and watching. 

however, commotion breaks lose when one of his teammates, niki, decides to take a breather on the floor, deep breaths escape his lips as he bows his head down in silence. practices have been rough for the dance team since the showcase was inching closer and closer. when the other team members call for niki to get up, the boy can seem to look up, nor get up.

“are you okay?” 

“niki? what’s wrong?” 

frantic questions are being thrown among the members and heeseung gets up to check on his friend. niki had a tendency to overwork himself, despite knowing his limits fully well, the boy still chose to go above and beyond. that’s how much he cared about dancing. even if niki was younger, heeseung swore up and down that his drive to pursue the life of dance was admirable. heeseung could never be able to push himself like that, at least not like he used to. 

a trip to the nurses office later, heeseung and a few other members come to watch as the nurse, instead of giving a tiny bit of help towards the burnt out dancer, scolds and lectures niki on the importance of not exerting himself. 

heeseung sighs as he leans against a wall. niki being pampered and tucked into one of the bed by the nurse as she rambles on about what he has to do now in order to rest. she ends it soon with handing him a bottle of water and an apple to eat. 

“... but i have to practice.” the nurse whips around and stares daggers at the younger boy. heeseung nearly retracts at her sudden speed. “practice? come to your senses! how can you practice when your body's stress response is trying to save you from shutting down?!” 

“ma’am, to be fair he hasn’t learned about that in biology yet…” 

“also there isn’t much time left before our dance performance…” intak tells the nurse desperate to find another solution to their friend's circumstance.

heeseung speaks up, pushing himself off the wall and coming to spectate. “this isn’t much, he’ll be alright after taking some painkillers and resting a bit.” heeseung didn’t take biology either. he has no clue what he’s talking about. 

niki sighs. “heeseung’s injured too… and now i got hurt. we can’t afford to lose another member!” 

“he’s getting better.” 

your ears perk at the mention of heeseung. you lay in another bed beside niki’s, covered by curtains and wooden walling to separate the beds in the nurses office. if sunghoon hadn’t dragged you all the way here… you wouldn’t even know or be curious at all to whatever is going on with heeseung. something that you didn’t even know happened. 

was heeseung sick? if he was he had a great way of not showing it. he was happy and dancing all the time, and he was busy trying to cheer you up when you were down, you didn’t even try to figure out if he was going through something either. 

“i’m fine! why are you guys being so serious all of a sudden!” heeseung chirps. you recognize his voice. niki refuses to lay in bed so intak and the nurse help bring him back to the dance room where he asks to be brought, insisting that he would rest, knowing fully well that he would probably hop back into dancing. 

“nothing’s gonna get better if he keeps worrying about me like that… i’ll heal in no time!” 

“lee heeseung!” you call out, once hearing the door to the room close. 

you hear a few footsteps before the curtain at the foot of your bed spreads open. 

“hey, it’s you!” heeseung walks into the secluded makeship cubicle, sitting on the bed adjacent from yours. he grins down at you despite your upset demeanor. you furrow your brows at him, tucking a hand between your hand and the pillow. 

“you’re injured?” you ask slowly, not making eye contact with the dancer. he grins sheepishly and scratches the back of his head whilst looking away. “looks like i got caught…” he snickers cheekily. you frown at him deeply. 

“why didn’t you say so before?” you huff at him. eyes flickering up at him again as you sit up and pull the blankets over your legs. “because there’s nothing i can’t endure.” heeseung smirks at you. ushering you to lay back down instead. he sits back down on the bed and throws his legs over the edges.

he maneuvers onto his side and lays down facing you, while on the bed adjacent from yours. you stare at him in slight confusion. “you know i didn’t get injured because of you right?” heeseung murmurs, looking at the way you stare at him with reluctance. “really! it’s because-”

“y/n..” light shuffling footsteps stop outside of the curtain as a door. the voice made your heart race. 

“i’m sorry i didn’t meet with you that day,” jay elaborates as he stands a fair bit away from the curtain. you tense on the bed, sitting up again and staring at the curtain to decipher the faint figure standing behind it. heeseung tilts his head at you in confusion, opting to stay quiet as you and jay seem to have some weird dynamic going on. 

“i didn’t mean to break that promise.” jay adds quietly. “can we talk?” he asks. 

you look back at heeseung, who is eyeing you with a frown now. something that looks unfamiliar compared to his usual smile. you stare into your lap, considering whether to open the curtain and leave the infirmary to talk to jay about those unsettled feelings. or stay with heeseung and ask more about heeseung’s injury.

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There’s something uniquely terrifying about being invited to a college party—especially when it’s at Yeonjun’s frat house. Not in the way horror movies are, where someone’s about to get stabbed by a masked lunatic. No, this is worse. This is the kind of terrifying that comes from knowing the night will definitely end in chaos, and somehow, you’ll be at the center of it.

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The last time you set foot in Yeonjun’s chaotic palace of regrets and poor decisions, Sunghoon puked on your cousin—yes, your actual flesh-and-blood cousin who was just trying to enjoy a casual Friday night. The cops showed up ten minutes later, and you ended up hiding in a room with both Jake and Sunghoon. To top it off, your older brother almost got arrested because someone (and you’re not saying it was Woonhak, but let’s be real, it was Woonhak) thought it’d be funny to sneak into the party, got stuck in the bushes outside, and caused such a commotion that he got 2 million likes on TikTok sharing his story.

So yeah, when Jake—quarterback extraordinaire and human golden retriever—invited you to another party at Yeonjun’s, your first instinct was to laugh. Your second instinct was to say no, but Jake’s puppy eyes were criminally persuasive.

You caught that subtle hint of “I’ll literally implode if you don’t come.” Jake’s crush on you wasn’t exactly subtle. It was the kind of crush that was written all over his face every time he saw you, like he was auditioning for a rom-com where he was the lovable idiot and you were the girl who was way too good for him.

Then there was Sunghoon, who… well, let’s just say he was a different breed. If Jake was a golden retriever, Sunghoon was a cat. One of those sleek, arrogant ones that you desperately wanted to pet, even though you knew they’d probably claw your hand off. He’d be there too. Of course he would. The universe had a sick sense of humor like that.

Now you’re standing in front of your closet, trying to decide if you want to look hot enough to make Jake’s jaw drop, or just cool enough to get under Sunghoon’s skin.

So you decided to have some fun. At least.

When you finally arrive at Yeonjun’s, the bass from the music is already thudding so hard it feels like it’s trying to crack the pavement. Sunoo and Giselle, your best friends and loyal companions for this adventure, are walking on either side of you, both armed with energy that screams “let’s make tonight unforgettable.”

Inside, the party is already in full swing, and you’re immediately greeted by the familiar chaos: red solo cups everywhere, someone already trying to drunkenly rap along to the music, and Yeonjun himself standing on a table pretending to DJ. You scan the room until your eyes land on your brother, who’s laughing with none other than Sunghoon.

Great. Sunghoon. Just your luck.

Your brother waves you over, and as you approach, you realize the group is bigger than you expected. Sunghoon, of course, is there, but so is Jay, his roommate, along with Leehan and Taesan, who you recognize from the last party disaster.

“Y/n!” your brother calls, throwing an arm around your shoulder like he hasn’t seen you in years. “Finally, you’re here.”

You exchange greetings, but your eyes keep flickering to Sunghoon, who’s watching you with that unreadable expression he always has. He’s been acting weird around you lately, and you’re pretty sure you know why. He wants you back. He’s finally admitted it to himself, even if he’ll never say it out loud.

Still, he’s sticking close, hovering just enough to make his presence known. And as much as you’d like to ignore it, you can’t help but notice the way he’s looking at you, like you’re the only person in the room. It’s unsettling—and annoyingly flattering.

But you’ve got bigger problems. Like the fact that Jake is also here, and you need to go say hi to him. After all, he’s the one who invited you, and it would be rude not to. You excuse yourself from your brother’s group, promising to catch up later, and head toward the other side of the room where you spotted Jake. Jake, incredibly hot Jake.

Jake lights up when he sees you, his grin as bright and boyish as ever. “Y/n! You made it!”

“Of course I did,” you say, returning his smile. “I couldn’t miss the big victory party, could I?”

“Exactly,” Jake says, clearly thrilled that you’re here. “We totally crushed it last week, didn’t we? Sunghoon and I were unstoppable out there.”

“You were great,” you agree, though you can’t help but notice the slight tension in his voice when he mentions Sunghoon. The two of them may be incredible on the field, but off the field, their mutual dislike is impossible to ignore.

“Speaking of Sunghoon,” Jake says, glancing over your shoulder, “is he still glued to you, or did he finally give you some space?”

You turn to see Sunghoon not far away, leaning against a wall but very much keeping you in his line of sight. The look on his face when your eyes meet is enough to send a shiver down your spine. It’s almost like a challenge, daring you to ignore him.

“I asked both of you to be civil tonight,” you remind Jake with a raised eyebrow. “Can you at least try?”

Jake sighs dramatically but nods. “For you? Fine. But only because you asked nicely.”

Sunghoon leaned against the wall, his eyes fixed on you and Jake as if they were glued there by some invisible force. He hated this—hated how much he noticed the way Jake’s grin widened when you laughed, how easily you seemed to click with him. But mostly, he hated the way he couldn’t stop thinking about you.

There was something magnetic between you two, something that made it impossible for Sunghoon to keep his distance. He didn’t want to admit it at first, but lately, it was all he could think about. The way your smile made his chest tighten, the way your presence turned every room into something brighter, warmer. And it wasn’t just him—he knew Jake felt it too. He could see it in the way Jake looked at you, like you were the only thing that mattered in the world.

This wasn’t the first time he and Jake had been in this situation, though. A painful memory tugged at the edges of his mind, a memory he wished he could bury. Wonyoung. That name alone was enough to make his stomach twist. Back when he and Jake were friends—actual friends, not whatever tense truce they had now—they’d both fallen for Wonyoung. She’d played them both, lied to them, and left their friendship in ruins. But neither of them knew the full truth about what happened, not really. Sunghoon had tried to piece it together, but the whole thing still felt like a mess of half-truths and unanswered questions.

And now, here they were again, caught in a silent war over you.

He clenched his jaw, watching as Jake led you across the room to meet his friends. Sunghoon’s fists tightened at his sides, but he didn’t move. Not yet. He didn’t want to cause a scene, especially not here. But he couldn’t shake the feeling that history was about to repeat itself—and this time, it would be worse.

Jake, on the other hand, was living his best life. He couldn’t believe you were actually here, standing next to him, smiling like you weren’t the most gorgeous person in the room. He’d been planning this all week—trying to make sure everything was perfect, or at least as perfect as it could be at Yeonjun’s chaotic house party.

“Come on,” Jake said, his hand brushing yours as he guided you through the crowd. “Let’s find the guys."

When you reached their group, they greeted you like an old friend. Heeseung was the first to pull you into a quick hug, his usual warm grin lighting up his face. “Y/n! Finally. Jake’s been insufferable all week, you know. All, ‘Do you think she’ll come? What should I wear?’ It was tragic.”

“Shut up,” Jake groaned, rubbing the back of his neck while you laughed.

Beomgyu piped up next, his energy as chaotic as ever. “And don’t forget how he made us all run drills twice this week. ‘Gotta keep the momentum from the game,’” Beomgyu said, mimicking Jake’s voice. “It’s a party, not a press conference, dude.”

“You’re just mad I benched you last semester,” Jake shot back, smirking.

Beomgyu held up his hands in mock surrender. “Fair. But hey, at least now they know I’m not just a benchwarmer.”

“They should’ve known that the second you stepped on the field,” you said, giving him a small smile. “That last game? You killed it.”

Beomgyu’s grin widened. “Thanks, Y/n. At least someone here appreciates me.”

Soobin chimed in with a dry laugh. “Don’t let it go to your head, Beomgyu.”

The banter flowed easily, the group dynamic comfortable and familiar. But despite the lighthearted vibe, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something else was brewing. You’d caught Sunghoon watching you earlier, his gaze heavy, like he was trying to tell you something without words. And Jake—he was trying so hard to keep your attention, but there was an edge to him tonight, a tension that didn’t quite match his usual easygoing demeanor.

Later, Jake led you outside, away from the noise and chaos of the party. The cool night air wrapped around you as you stepped onto the deck, and for a moment, it felt like you could breathe again.

Jake leaned against the railing, his hands in his pockets as he looked over at you. “You’re having fun, right?”

“I am,” you said, smiling. “Your friends always make it easy.”

“They like you,” Jake said, his voice softer now. “I mean… who wouldn’t?”

The way he was looking at you made your stomach flip. There was something different about his expression—something serious, almost vulnerable. He took a step closer, the tension between you building with each passing second. The cool night air was a relief after the chaos inside, and you leaned against the railing, letting out a breath. Jake stood next to you, that signature lopsided grin playing on his lips.

“But they speak way too much,” he sighed. “Thought I’d never get you alone.”

You raised a brow. “Oh? That was your goal all along?”

He chuckled, tilting his head. “What can I say? Gotta take my chances.”

It was easy with Jake. The banter, the teasing—it never felt forced. And maybe that’s what made moments like this dangerous.

“Gotta admit,” he continued, eyes flicking to yours, “you look really good tonight.”

The way he said it, casual but undeniably flirty, sent a small thrill down your spine.

“You say that like I don’t always look good,” you shot back, smirking.

Jake laughed, bumping his shoulder against yours. “Okay, fair point.”

For a moment, the conversation lulled, but it wasn’t awkward. Just… charged. He was close, and you could tell he was waiting for something. A sign, maybe.

And then his expression shifted—just slightly, but enough for you to notice.

Before you could respond, the door to the backyard opened, and Sunghoon stepped out, his eyes immediately locking with yours. Jungwon was with him, even though he had no idea you were there with Jake. Sunghoon looked like he had something on his mind, but when he saw Jake next to you, his expression tightened.

Jungwon and Sunghoon approached you and Jake, their casual demeanor almost making you forget how tense things were between them. Sunghoon gave you a nod, his eyes briefly lingering on you before shifting to Jake. Jungwon seemed to sense the shift, giving a little shrug as he offered Sunghoon the joint. "Alright, no fights tonight, okay? Let's just keep it chill."

Sunghoon took the joint with a grin that barely concealed the edge in his voice. "Yeah, yeah, no promises," he said, his eyes locking onto Jake for a second too long. The message was clear: they were both trying to play nice, but it was only because you asked them to. And neither of them were doing it because they wanted to.

"Hey," Jungwon greeted with his usual friendly grin. "You two good?"

"Yeah," you answered, flashing a smile. "Just enjoying the fresh air."

Sunghoon didn’t say much, just a subtle tilt of his head as he looked at both of you. His eyes then shifted to the joint in his hand, a hint of a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. "Want a hit?" Sunghoon asked, his voice smooth, offering it to you and Jake. The offer hung in the air, the tension between him and Jake as thick as the smoke curling around them.

Jake shot Sunghoon a glance, his posture stiffening for just a second. "Nah, we’re good," he said, quickly turning to you. "Right, Y/N?"

You shrugged, but the playful glint in your eye didn’t escape Sunghoon's notice. "I’m good," you replied, your voice light. "But thanks."

"Alright then," Sunghoon said, exhaling smoke and offering a small smile. He didn’t wait for any more responses before walking away, Jungwon falling into step beside him.

As they walked off, you noticed how Sunghoon’s gaze lingered on you with heat in his stare. It was like a challenge, and something in his eyes told you that he wasn’t done with this game yet.

The moment felt charged—electrified—but it broke when Jake cleared his throat, putting a hand gently on your arm. "Let’s head back inside," he suggested, his voice more urgent than usual. "We’re missing all the fun."

As you walked back into the party with Jake, the noise and chaos of Yeonjun's house party immediately swallowed you up. The beat of the music thudded in your chest, and the air was thick with laughter, chatter, and the scent of alcohol. Jake’s hand brushed against yours briefly, but when you reached the group of your friends, he gave you a quick nod, clearly excited to see them.

"Catch you later," he said, his grin easy and casual as he drifted off toward Heeseung and some of the others.

But just before he turned away, you caught a flash of irritation in his eyes. It was subtle, hidden under the mask of his usual charm, but you could tell. He hadn’t gotten his chance with you yet, and that was clearly bugging him. The thought of being brushed off for now didn’t sit well with him, but he wasn’t about to let it show. Not yet.

You could almost feel the weight of his unspoken frustration as he turned his back, but as he made his way through the crowd, his determination was clear. He wasn’t going to give up on you that easily.

You waved him off, letting him disappear into the crowd as you focused on Sunoo and Giselle, who were already waving you over.

"Finally managed to escape the chaos outside?" Sunoo teased, his usual grin spreading across his face. You joined them, enjoying the chat, but there was still a lingering sense of tension that you couldn’t shake off. You tried to push it aside, making the most of the time with your friends.

As Jake disappeared into the crowd, you didn’t think much of it. Instead, you turned back to your friends, a mischievous grin spreading across your face as you decided to let loose for a bit. The rest of the night carried on with drinks, laughter, and dancing. Sunoo and Giselle were already leading you in a ridiculous dance-off, and you were more than happy to oblige, tossing back shots and swaying to the beat as the music enveloped you.

For a while, you forgot all about the JakeHoon situation. The fun of the night kept you distracted, and you laughed harder than you had in a long time.

But as the night wore on, you couldn’t shake the feeling that something—or rather, someone—was missing. When you finally found yourself in a quieter spot near the bar, nursing another drink and chatting with Giselle, you felt a flicker of that familiar, magnetic pull again. You turned your head just in time to see Sunghoon walking back into the party, his expression unreadable, but his eyes immediately locking onto yours.

It was almost as if the room quieted when he stepped in, the noise fading in the background as you watched him glide through the crowd with that undeniable confidence. And when his eyes landed on you, that quiet intensity returned, making your heart skip a beat.

He’d been gone for a while, but now, Sunghoon was back—and it seemed like he was looking for something… or maybe someone.

His movements were smooth and effortless, cutting through the crowd like he owned the place. His eyes never strayed from you as he made his way over, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that he was walking toward you with purpose—like a predator closing in on its prey.

"Hey," Sunghoon said when he reached you, his tone playful, though his gaze was anything but lighthearted. He quickly nodded toward your friends. "You having fun?"

Sunoo grinned back, and Giselle raised an eyebrow, but before either of them could say anything, Sunghoon’s attention shifted solely to you. He leaned closer, just enough to make you feel the warmth of his body next to yours. "Looks like you’ve been enjoying yourself," he remarked, his voice low and easy, as if they’d known each other for much longer than just tonight. What's that supposed to mean?

You raised an eyebrow, trying to match his tone. "Wouldn’t you be too, if you weren't in my shoes?" you replied, voice teasing.

Sunghoon smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. "I’m sure you’re used to all the attention by now," he said, giving you a once-over that made your skin prickle. His gaze lingered, and you felt that familiar tension building up between you two.

You chuckled softly, trying to play it off. "I don’t know. Seems like there’s always someone else trying to catch my eye."

Sunghoon’s lips twitched into a half-smirk. "Oh, I’m sure you can keep them waiting. Though," he leaned in a little closer, just enough to make you aware of his proximity, "I wouldn’t keep them waiting too long."

As you exchanged words, you felt a pair of eyes watching you from the corner of your vision. Glancing over, you caught a glimpse of Jake standing across the room, his eyes fixed on the two of you. He didn’t approach, but the tension in his stare was unmistakable.

Sunghoon noticed too, and a smirk tugged at his lips. He pulled back just slightly, his tone shifting. "You should get back to your boyfriend," he said, the words dripping with playful challenge. His gaze, however, was still locked on you, the heat in it not quite masked by the lighthearted remark.

After Sunghoon left, you kept talking with Sunoo and Giselle, trying to shake off the weirdness in the air. You didn’t need to be a mind reader to know Sunghoon’s eyes were on you the entire time. The guy had a way of looking at you like you were his next challenge, and you were starting to get a little tired of it. Or, well, maybe not tired, more like… intrigued?

You were at the bar, scanning the options for your next drink when you felt a familiar presence behind you. Without even having to look, you could feel the tension in the air—it was Jake. You half-turned and gave him a smile. He was leaning against the bar, looking at you like he was about to say something, but there was a little more intent in his gaze than you were used to.

"Hey," Jake said, eyes scanning you quickly, like he was checking for any signs of discomfort. "Everything good?"

"Yeah, just getting a drink," you replied, glancing around at the chaos of the party. It was busy, loud, and full of people—yet, it felt like the noise started to fade when he stood next to you.

Jake leaned in, his arm brushing against yours as he spoke. "Just don’t go overboard with the drinks, alright?" He flashed you a teasing smirk, but there was something softer underneath. "But if you do get a little too wild, don’t worry. I’ll take care of you. Just like you did for me last time."

You raised an eyebrow, a bit surprised by the shift in tone. "You really think I need someone to take care of me?" you teased, your lips curving into a smile.

He chuckled, clearly enjoying the banter. "Well, considering how you saved me from turning into a disaster last time, I figured I’d return the favor." His eyes glinted with a mischievous spark as he added, "But honestly, I’d rather just have you around and make sure you’re enjoying the night."

You smirked, a little flattered but still keeping up the playful attitude. "I’m a big girl, Jake. I think I can handle it."

Jake's grin widened, his eyes locking onto yours with that familiar intensity. He leaned in a bit closer, his voice lower now, almost like he was sharing a secret.

"I know you're a big girl," he said with a playful wink. "But that doesn't mean I can't look out for you. Besides, there's something about keeping you close that makes everything a lot more fun."

You could feel the heat of his words, and it made your heart race a little faster. His tone was smooth, almost dangerously charming. It wasn’t hard to tell that he was enjoying getting under your skin, pushing all the right buttons.

You leaned back against the bar, trying to play it cool. "I’m not sure if you’re trying to flirt with me or just make me feel like I’m about to be babysat, but it’s working either way."

Jake laughed softly, his eyes sparkling with that familiar cocky energy. "Maybe a little bit of both," he teased, then added with a smirk, "But hey, if you’d rather I just focus on keeping you entertained instead of worrying about your drinks, I’m all for that too."

You felt the tension between you two, a pull that only seemed to grow stronger with each word. The music of the party seemed to fade out completely as you locked eyes with him again.

"Alright, so what’s your plan then?" you asked, leaning in just slightly.

Jake took a slow step back, his grin never faltering. "How about I show you a quieter spot?" He raised an eyebrow as he glanced toward the stairs. "We can talk a little more. I promise it’s not as boring as it sounds."

You glanced toward the staircase for a moment, then back at him. A part of you was curious, but you weren’t sure if this was just another one of his playful moves—or something more.

"Lead the way," you said, trying to keep your voice casual, though there was a spark of excitement in your chest.

Jake’s smile was triumphant as he gestured toward the stairs. "This way, then."

As you followed him up the stairs, you couldn’t help but notice the way he moved, confident, almost like he knew exactly how to get under your skin. And as you reached the top of the stairs, you realized there was no backing out now—this was going to be one interesting night.

As you and Jake made your way up the stairs, you couldn’t help but notice Sunghoon standing a little further away, his eyes locked on you two. He looked… well, you couldn’t quite place it, but there was definitely something in his gaze. It wasn’t anger, but it wasn’t exactly admiration either. It was like a mix of confusion, jealousy, and, strangely enough, something else.

You could feel it, but you didn’t have time to linger on it too long. Jake's hand brushed yours as you reached the top of the stairs, and the tension between you two was almost unbearable.

Just as you stepped onto the landing, Jake glanced back, only to find Sunghoon still watching you. Their eyes for a split second, and it was almost like a silent exchange, like they were sizing each other up. Sunghoon took a slow sip from his drink, eyes narrowing slightly, almost as if he was giving Jake some kind of… permission.

Jake, on the other hand, didn’t seem fazed. As you passed a group of people laughing and chatting, you caught a glimpse of Heeseung entering a room with a girl. Jake didn’t recognize her at first, but the moment he saw her face, he remembered the girl's name. Ronnie. Heeseung's situationship. Jake lets out a quiet laugh, though he’s already turning his attention back to you.

Jake, still leading you down the quieter part of the hall, was all smiles as he glanced back at you. “So, what do you think? Pretty nice spot, huh?”

You took in the vibe of the hallway. It was quieter here, a little more private, but not entirely deserted. You could still hear some laughter and faint music from the main area of the party. "Yeah, definitely not the worst place to escape to."

Jake turned to face you, a teasing grin on his face. “Well, you know, I don’t just bring anyone up here.”

You smirked, not missing the implication. “I’m honored, then.”

The playful tension was thick between you two now, and you could tell Jake was trying to decide whether to make his move or not. His eyes flickered down to your lips for a moment, and you felt your heart skip a beat. His smirk turned into something more genuine, more real. He wasn’t just playing anymore—he was figuring out whether you were the kind of girl who would let him take the lead, or if you were going to make him work for it.

"You know," Jake says with that same cocky smile, "I’ve been thinking. You really know how to make everything more interesting than it should be. Not that I’m complaining, of course."

You raise an eyebrow, amused. "Oh? I thought I was just keeping things fun."

Jake chuckles, a little more softly this time. "Yeah, but I’m starting to think I might want to keep you to myself tonight. You know, less distractions."

His tone shifts just a little, something softer underneath the teasing. The air between you both feels a little heavier now, the kind of tension that makes your heart race.

As the playful banter continued, you both found yourselves moving a little closer, the tension building. And you both knew this moment was just about ready to hit a tipping point.

But before Jake could make any move, you noticed out of the corner of your eye—Sunghoon. He was still standing down the hall with Jay, but now, there was no mistaking the look on his face. It wasn’t just curiosity anymore. It was… something more. Jake noticed too, and his posture stiffened, though he didn’t acknowledge Sunghoon directly. He just kept his focus on you.

“You know,” Jake said, leaning in a bit more, “we’re not gonna get interrupted here. Not like back downstairs.”

You raised an eyebrow, a small smirk forming. "You sure?"

Jake chuckled softly, eyes glinting with a touch of amusement. "Definitely not."

And just like that, you both knew—you didn’t need to rush this, but the moment had definitely arrived. As the moment stretched on, you realized this was it. The game was on.

The moment lingered in the air like a breath held too long. You and Jake stood there, just inches apart, the weight of it all between you. The conversation had slowed, but not because there was nothing to say—it was because words didn’t feel necessary anymore.

Jake brushed a stray strand of your hair behind your ear, his fingers grazing your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. "You know, you're even more beautiful up close," he murmured, his voice low and smooth.

You smiled, the playful tension still hanging there. "Flattery, huh? Is that how you get girls?"

He grinned, his gaze shifting between your lips and your eyes. "If it works, yeah. But I think you're more than just… a pretty face."

He leaned in, just enough that you could feel his breath against your lips. Jake’s hand lingered on your chin, tilting your face just the right way, and you felt your heart race. His gaze was intense, but there was a softness in the way he looked at you, like he was waiting for permission, even though neither of you had said a word.

"Is this okay?" he asked softly, his voice barely a whisper, as if he needed you to say it aloud before he could take the next step.

You nodded, a slight smile tugging at your lips. "I think you know it is."

And just like that, his lips were on yours.

It wasn’t just a kiss. It was slow, deliberate, as if he was savoring the moment. He deepened the kiss, pulling you closer, his hands now at your waist, holding you tightly, as if the only thing that mattered in that moment was you and him.

His lips moved against yours with a steady pressure, coaxing you to lean into him. You let out a soft breath as the kiss deepened, and for a moment, everything else—the noise of the party, the other people in the house—disappeared entirely.

Jake’s lips were soft but demanding, his touch gentle but confident, and you couldn’t help but respond. His hand moved to the back of your neck, threading his fingers through your hair, and pulling you even closer, if that was even possible. The heat between you two was undeniable, and for once, everything around you felt irrelevant.

Your pulse quickened, your body instinctively reacting to his closeness. His lips were in perfect sync with yours, and the kiss became more urgent, more intense. You could feel his breath against your skin, the way his chest rose and fell with each breath, his heart racing just as fast as yours. His hand moved to your back, drawing you in so tightly you couldn’t tell where you ended and he began.

His lips left yours briefly, and you felt him press his forehead against yours, breathing heavily, the space between you two almost unbearable. His voice was barely a whisper, filled with heat. “You make it hard to stop,” he muttered, his fingers trailing down your back in slow, deliberate motions.

You smirked, your hand brushing against his chest. “You’re not exactly trying to stop.”

Jake chuckled darkly, his lips curving into a smile as he kissed you again, deeper this time. You couldn’t help but respond, your hands finding their way to his shoulders, feeling the strength beneath his clothes. The kiss was no longer just a kiss.

And then, from the corner of your eye, you felt it. Someone was watching.

Sunghoon.

From a distance, he stood there, his eyes fixed on the scene. He hadn’t moved, hadn’t said a word, but the way he watched felt almost too intense. Like he was studying the moment, feeling the tension simmering in his chest, but not knowing what to do with it. His hand tightened around his drink, and Jay, standing beside him, noticed the subtle shift.

“You good?” Jay asked, giving Sunghoon a side glance, confused by the way his friend seemed both intrigued and irritated.

Sunghoon didn’t respond at first, his gaze still locked on Jake and you. His jaw clenched slightly, and for the first time, Jay wondered if there was something more going on in Sunghoon’s head. It was a weird mix of jealousy and something else he couldn’t quite place. Sunghoon didn’t say anything—he just sipped his drink, eyes never leaving the couple.

Meanwhile, Jake, completely oblivious to the silent observer, was enjoying the kiss, the quiet power of the moment. He knew Sunghoon was watching, could feel his presence from the corner of his eye, but he didn’t care. If anything, it made the kiss feel even more thrilling, knowing that someone else—someone who hated him—was helpless to look away.

And when the kiss finally broke, you were both left breathless, eyes locked. The distance between you two had disappeared, and it wasn’t just a physical space. Something else had shifted, something far deeper.

“So,” Jake said, voice husky as he leaned his forehead against yours, “What now, princess?”

You smirked, already feeling the spark between you two. "Guess we wait and see."

But neither of you could deny that the game had just begun.

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author's note: I ADDED AN EASTER EGG YES I INSERTED MYSELF I DONT FUCKING CARE I WANTED TO BE INVOLVED AND NOW IM HEESEUNG'S SITUATIONSHIP THANK YOU. and sunghoon's voyeurish. i wish you all a jubilant evening

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18 - Jake Shim (ENHYPEN)

❝ Jake Shim's biggest problem has name, surname and is two years older than him. Who said falling in love with his friend's cousin would be that hard? ❞

Pairing: younger!jake x fem!reader, Jake's POV

Genre: romance, fluffy, suggestive, kinda cliche you know, fem!reader has no name

Inspiration: 18 by 5 Seconds Of Summer

Warning: cursing, kinda suggestive, making out, just a little bit of nudity

Word count: 1,1k

Part 1 | Part 2 (COMING SOON!!!) | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

A.N: Hey everyone! First time posting here! English is not my first language so I hope you understand if there's something wrong here and there. Jake is a minor in the beginning but he'll be a big boy soon don't worry. Hope you like it!

"She's just a little bit older".

That's what Heeseung said when I asked about her.

He didn't give more details but I found out a few days later we study at the same school, she's a senior and she knows my older cousin, Winnie. And by the irony of fate these two are a few meters away from me talking to a blonde girl who seems the most excited of her group.

"Stop staring at her" Jay alerts me with a glass of Sprite on his left hand.

"I'm not staring at her" I denied even if everyone can see that yes, I've been staring at her since I arrived at Heeseung's birthday party. "I just think she's cute"

"I just think she's cute?" he laughs because he knows better than anyone this is not about cuteness. "I see you stalking her Instagram every single day in the breaks. Shame on you"

"If you don't know I've never been so shameful" that's my confession before drinking my Coca-Cola can.

"Why don't you get an excuse to talk to Winnie and talk to her too?" he looks pretty impatient now. "I know she won't disappear or something but if an atom of her body disappears every second passing by I think she wouldn't be here anymore"

"And what should I talk to Winnie?" even if I'm talking to Jay I can't take my eyes off her. This is the first time I see someone wearing a jumpsuit and a flannel at the same time. "Should I ask her if she beat Final Fantasy again this weekend?"

"Wait, wait, wait, she beat Final Fantasy every weekend?" now he's the one who's confused. "This is not normal man"

"Say it to her not to me" I finally avert my gaze from her. By now she knows I may be staring for a couple minutes.

"I'll say it to her but you'll come with me"

There's no time to say no. A few seconds later we are closer than I imagined and she looks at me smiling. It's pretty obvious I'm a little shy so I take a huge sip of my Coca-Cola while Jay starts annoying my cousin.

"Winnie, Jake told me you beat Final Fantasy every single weekend" I don't look at Winnie because I know she's mad. "This is a little worrisome, don't you agree?"

"It's not every single weekend…" Winnie tries to protect herself but the blonde girl's scandalous laugh interrupts her excuse.

"C'mon Winnie you say it all the time" she laughs. It's the first time I hear her laugh. 

"Why did you say it to him Jake?" my cousin punches my shoulder.

"You are Jake?" finally I decided take a look at the blonde girl. She seems kinda surprised and keep staring at me. "Winnie why didn't you told me your cousin was so handsome?"

"Get out Naomi he's a minor"

"So what? He can be my baby."

"Naomi!" Winnie screams. Jay keep on looking at me like that and take another sip of his cup.

"She's crazy, nevermind" this is the first time she talks to me and I feel my forearm shiver when she touches it for a few seconds. "Winnie talks a lot about you, maybe more than her brother".

"Respect my maternal instinct" my cousin seems angry, but she keep on laughing. "By the way you and my brother are the same age, Jake is two years younger"

"You're sixteen?" Naomi asks and I just nod. "Winnie I can't deny your brother is pretty hot, but your cousin is a lost cause"

"Naomi I swear to God if you don't stop I'm gonna call the police" Winnie tries to make her stop. Jay keeps eye-contacting me like he was saying I should make a move and he knows the answer.

Suddenly I feel her getting closer. Her hand cover my ear and she whispers: "I'll get you out of here before she does something illegal"

I'm stunned hearing her voice so close.

See that smile makes me go dumb and dumber.

"I want more Coca-Cola. Would you come with me Jake?" I nod again, twining our arms as we get distant from them.

I couldn't hear them anymore. Maybe my heartbeat is making me deaf.

"Thanks" that's all I can say. I keep on staring at the floor and finally I notice she's wearing a black Keds.

"Not at all" I can feel her smile between the words. "I was just like you"

"Minor?" she laughs.

"Yeah" and she is still laughing. "But I was pretty shy when I was sixteen"

"It's a must not being shy to be a senior?" I ask and immediately regret myself. Pretty sure she can see me swallowing hard. "Sorry I…"

"It's alright" she says like it means nothing. "I know you check my Instagram stories." Definitely I'm blushing. "I know it because I check your profile. Winnie follows you and she told us she has a cousin named Jake."

"You checked my profile?" that's the only information that I could focus on. Just getting dumb and dumber.

"Of course!" unlike me she seems pretty chill to confess those things. "You've got that low-profile vibes but I love the songs you share"

"I like the songs you share too."

"I started listening to Cage The Elephant because of you." 

"And I started listening to Two Door Cinema Club because of you."

And then the silence.

She makes me feel so lost I've got no idea what I should talk about.

"They know I was lying" she can see I don't get it. "I'm not a big fan of Coca-Cola"

"Sprite?" she nod and laughs. God, how I wish I could make her laugh more and more.

"You know my cousin, right?"

"Guess I can say we're friends?" it's my time to laugh. "He's part of the school team"

"Oh yeah" and she laughs too. "Sometimes I forget he's a local celebrity"

"Local celebrity?"

"You know, popular crew, cool kids and everything in between" but this time it doesn't sound funny to her. "I don't like that they see me just as Heeseung's cousin."

"Being honest I met you before meeting him".

And immediately I regret myself again.

Dumb and dumber is getting real.

"Are you keeping an eye on me Jake?" her smile isn't the same.

Looks a little more sassy?

"Well…" I don't know what to say when she's looking at me like that.

"Damn it boy you're so fucking cute" I feel her fingers squeeze my right cheek. "Such a shame you're too young for me" 

"I can wait" I'm not a bold guy but I definitely was when I said that.

"Maybe when you're older big boy" she smiles and taps my shoulder before leaving me alone.

This is the first time I wish I wasn't a minor.

[envirae]

feels like summer — sim jaeyun

pairing: summer fling!jake x gn!reader genre: angst wc: 1.1k warnings: intentional lowercase, commitment issues lol, not proofread so be nice jake's listening to: summer - keshi

NO STRINGS ATTACHED.

that was the unspoken agreement you and jake had when your whole relationship had started. after all, you only had three months together.

your first meeting with jake was straight out of a movie. everything was in the perfect place at the perfect time, and a small part of you wanted to believe that it was fate that brought him to you. you were taking a sunset walk down the beach while the rest of your family had gone out without you. before you knew it, there was a dog running up to you, softly pawing at your legs and barking. when you bent down to pet the collie, you failed to notice her very cute owner running up from behind you.

the very attractive stranger sincerely apologized for letting his dog run off like that, but you assured him it was no problem and continued to pet the dog. he seemed to admire how much layla had taken a liking to you, because after introducing himself as jake, he offered to accompany you on your walk down the beach.

you quickly learned that you were staying at the same hotel, and he told you that he was visiting from australia, but his accent made that pretty obvious already. jake was practically glowing in the sunset, and you'd be lying if you said walking down the beach with him like this didn't make your heart skip a beat.

over the next few weeks, you and jake continued to have little rendezvous together. sneaking out of your hotel rooms late at night, exploring the foreign city together, or simply chilling around each other's hotel rooms. although both of you were thousands of miles from home, you and jake felt more comfortable with each other than you did around anyone else.

by the time you had realized how hard you had truly fallen for him, you told yourself that there was no point in acting on it. you'd be parting ways in less than a month, likely to never see each other again.

so you tried your absolute best to pretend like there was nothing there, but a small part of you still had hope that jake felt the same way.

one night, jake called you a little past midnight, telling you to meet him in the lobby. he took you by the hand and brought you to a rooftop, where you watched fireworks and rested your head on his shoulder.

"i wish we could stay just like this." you whispered.

he hummed in agreement, stroking your hair. "you look so pretty tonight, y/n."

he laughed when he saw how hard you were blushing, and you simply struggled to choke out a response. before you could scold him, telling him not to say things like that, his lips were capturing yours for a deep kiss.

your hands found their way in his hair, and you two kissed for what seemed like hours. "thank you for spending this summer with me, y/n."

you smiled softly before kissing him again, and the two of you walked hand in hand back to the hotel.

the next couple of weeks with jake were perfect. he was wild and carefree, just the kind of thing you needed during the summer. every moment with him was like a dream, between the stolen kisses and the beachside picnics, jake helped you forget about all of the stress of reality back home.

both of you avoided talking about leaving, as jake thought the topic was too sad and serious for how much fun you were having. and though you knew you'd have to talk about it sooner or later, you decided to let him keep having his fun.

with less than a week before your flight home, you and jake went out to watch the fireworks one more time. what you didn't realize, however, was that while you were watching the fireworks, jake couldn't take his eyes off you.

"i'm gonna miss this. i don't wanna go home." you muttered, letting out a deep sigh.

"hey, let's not talk about that right now. just live in the moment, y/n." he replied, but that only made you more upset.

"jake, i leave in 5 days. what's gonna happen to us after we both go home?"

tilting his head slightly, he scoffs at you, as if your question wasn't even valid. "what do you mean? do we have a choice? it sucks y/n but, we're gonna be thousands of miles away."

you frowned. "but don't you feel as strongly about this as i do? i've never felt this way about anyone jake. i don't want us to end. truthfully, i think i'm in love with you, jake"

your words were spilling out on their own, and you watched as jake became speechless.

"i didn't know you felt that strongly, y/n. i like you- like so so much but i have a whole other life back home, you know? i'm not as careless and free as i have been this summer, i just can't afford to be. and long distance is just- so difficult sometimes, and it hardly ever works out."

"i want to try with you, jake. i want this more than anything i've ever wanted." your voice was pleading, almost begging jake to just see things from your point of view.

muttering a string of curses under his breath, jake ran his hands through his hair and let out a deep sigh. "i never intended for things to get this serious between us. in fact- i never intended for things to get serious at all. and believe me y/n there are so many things i wish i could tell you right now, but i think if i say it, i'll pull you into my arms and i won't be able to let go."

you could tell there was more going through jake's mind then he was letting on, but there was no point in asking him about it. he never wanted to show you his vulnerable side, he thought it made him seem weak. you simply nodded in understanding, turning back to the fireworks that were still going off along the city skyline.

"let's just- stay here. we don't have to say anything else." he nodded in agreement, taking your hand and watching the city with you. the two of you sat there long after the fireworks had ended, and you could have sat there much longer if not for the sun starting to rise.

you knew that jake would tell you he felt the same way if he could, and you knew he was trying to act strong despite wanting you more than anything else.

although it was obvious you and jake were never meant to last, something in you was certain that you were meant to meet. you knew that in some, cruel, star-crossed twist of fate, that summer with jake was meant to be.

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