note from me: sorry, this is kinda crappy! it's been a very long while since i've written so i'm not proud of this. OH and this is *totally* not based on jacob's short cover of right here waiting by richard marx which you can watch here!
It's 2:30 am and you're still awake.
You don't know if it's because you can't sleep, or you're waiting for your significant other to call.
Your significant other whose on the other side of the globe. You huff at the thought.
It's cold. The winter breeze still going through your window with your heater trying to fight it— an obvious losing battle.
It's the latter, isn't it? Jacob, your boyfriend, his day is probably at it's prime. Maybe it's warm there? You don't know; you lost enough interest to not know what time it is in his country.
Yeah, it's the latter. You're waiting for him and you're tired. You should call him first for a change. Just another addition of the long lists of changes you're going and suffering through.
And so you did call him.
Ring ring.
No answer.
Ring ring.
Still no answer.
Okay, yup, he's busy.
It's almost 3 am and you can barely breathe. Too tired to do anything, you can't help but be alone with your thoughts.
Is it the long distance relationship? Being together with Jacob feels.. foreign. It feels forced. Like it's just to say that both people tried.
You did try, right?
You miss the time when you and him were together physically. You miss the time when you would genuinely look forward with your allotted time for him. You miss everything about him. You miss being in love him.
You love him differently now and you know Jacob enough that he, too, doesn't love you the way he used to.
Jacob's sighs that he would always try to hide. Jacob's fake laughs. Jacob's sad and tired face. Jacob who lost the glint and the hearts in his eyes he used to have whenever he looked at you.
The pictures his friends sends you shows the opposite; he looks like he's having the time of his life, like he's not missing you, like his relationship with you isn't on the rocks. Good for him; at least one of you is genuinely enjoying life.
It's as if you're the only thing in his life holding him back from him being entirely happy.
Ring ring.
With your thoughts interrupted, you answered the call.
"Hey, Cobi!" You greeted as enthusiastic as you can.
"Hey, why did you call? You should be sleeping." You hear him lazily answer together with the sound of the bed shuffling as he tucks himself in.
Is he having an afternoon nap?
"I can't sleep and uh,"
With your voice shaking, you continued. "...Can you sing for me, please?"
For the last time?
"Are you okay?" Jacob asked filled with worry.
"Yes."
"If you say so? I'll go get my guitar."
You were getting sleepy.
"What song do you want?" He came back and tuned his guitar.
"Anything."
"Oh.. uh, okay." He answered shyly.
God, this phone call is so awkward. It's like you aren't in a 4-year relationship, like you barely know him.
He's slowly but surely turning into a stranger anyway.
You buried yourself more in your bed and hugged the blankets as you heard the strumming of the guitar.
Oceans apart
Day after day
And I slowly go insane
I hear your voice on the line
But it doesn't stop the pain
Of course. This song. A weak smile found its way to your face. It was yours and Jacob's song.
This man always knew how to tug on your heartstrings.
If I see you next to never
How could we say forever?
You were holding back tears while your beloved sings his heart out. Is this the last attempt to save this relationship?
Wherever you go
Whatever you do
I will be right here waiting for you
Whatever it takes
Or how my heart breaks
A tear fell out of your eye, and Jacob tries to hold back his own— but you don't know that. The only thing you're sure of is that you're both feeling the same way without having to voice it out;
The bittersweet feeling of not wanting to, but would be unfair if not done: both of you know where this relationship is going.
"I.. will.. be right here waiting for you." He sings the last line beautifully with obvious doubt and hurt enveloped in his voice.
This song feels like a lie now.
The only thing keeping you from sobbing right then is that you barely have energy and you're in call with Jacob.
With uncertainty, you faintly speak. "Thank you, I love you."
You were now as nervous as you were the first time you told him you love him. This could go wrong, like the first time. It could symbolize a beginning or an end, like the first time. Whatever he says next will either make or break you, like the first time. Except this one's the exact opposite; it's the last.
"Let's talk tomorrow. Goodnight, (Y/N)."
Oh.
That's not what he calls you.
"'Night."
And by the next time you wake up, he won't be right there waiting for you anymore.
note from me: sorry, this is kinda crappy! it's been a very long while since i've written so i'm not proud of this. OH and this is *totally* not based on jacob's short cover of right here waiting by richard marx which you can watch here!
It's 2:30 am and you're still awake.
You don't know if it's because you can't sleep, or you're waiting for your significant other to call.
Your significant other whose on the other side of the globe. You huff at the thought.
It's cold. The winter breeze still going through your window with your heater trying to fight it— an obvious losing battle.
It's the latter, isn't it? Jacob, your boyfriend, his day is probably at it's prime. Maybe it's warm there? You don't know; you lost enough interest to not know what time it is in his country.
Yeah, it's the latter. You're waiting for him and you're tired. You should call him first for a change. Just another addition of the long lists of changes you're going and suffering through.
And so you did call him.
Ring ring.
No answer.
Ring ring.
Still no answer.
Okay, yup, he's busy.
It's almost 3 am and you can barely breathe. Too tired to do anything, you can't help but be alone with your thoughts.
Is it the long distance relationship? Being together with Jacob feels.. foreign. It feels forced. Like it's just to say that both people tried.
You did try, right?
You miss the time when you and him were together physically. You miss the time when you would genuinely look forward with your allotted time for him. You miss everything about him. You miss being in love him.
You love him differently now and you know Jacob enough that he, too, doesn't love you the way he used to.
Jacob's sighs that he would always try to hide. Jacob's fake laughs. Jacob's sad and tired face. Jacob who lost the glint and the hearts in his eyes he used to have whenever he looked at you.
The pictures his friends sends you shows the opposite; he looks like he's having the time of his life, like he's not missing you, like his relationship with you isn't on the rocks. Good for him; at least one of you is genuinely enjoying life.
It's as if you're the only thing in his life holding him back from him being entirely happy.
Ring ring.
With your thoughts interrupted, you answered the call.
"Hey, Cobi!" You greeted as enthusiastic as you can.
"Hey, why did you call? You should be sleeping." You hear him lazily answer together with the sound of the bed shuffling as he tucks himself in.
Is he having an afternoon nap?
"I can't sleep and uh,"
With your voice shaking, you continued. "...Can you sing for me, please?"
For the last time?
"Are you okay?" Jacob asked filled with worry.
"Yes."
"If you say so? I'll go get my guitar."
You were getting sleepy.
"What song do you want?" He came back and tuned his guitar.
"Anything."
"Oh.. uh, okay." He answered shyly.
God, this phone call is so awkward. It's like you aren't in a 4-year relationship, like you barely know him.
He's slowly but surely turning into a stranger anyway.
You buried yourself more in your bed and hugged the blankets as you heard the strumming of the guitar.
Oceans apart
Day after day
And I slowly go insane
I hear your voice on the line
But it doesn't stop the pain
Of course. This song. A weak smile found its way to your face. It was yours and Jacob's song.
This man always knew how to tug on your heartstrings.
If I see you next to never
How could we say forever?
You were holding back tears while your beloved sings his heart out. Is this the last attempt to save this relationship?
Wherever you go
Whatever you do
I will be right here waiting for you
Whatever it takes
Or how my heart breaks
A tear fell out of your eye, and Jacob tries to hold back his own— but you don't know that. The only thing you're sure of is that you're both feeling the same way without having to voice it out;
The bittersweet feeling of not wanting to, but would be unfair if not done: both of you know where this relationship is going.
"I.. will.. be right here waiting for you." He sings the last line beautifully with obvious doubt and hurt enveloped in his voice.
This song feels like a lie now.
The only thing keeping you from sobbing right then is that you barely have energy and you're in call with Jacob.
With uncertainty, you faintly speak. "Thank you, I love you."
You were now as nervous as you were the first time you told him you love him. This could go wrong, like the first time. It could symbolize a beginning or an end, like the first time. Whatever he says next will either make or break you, like the first time. Except this one's the exact opposite; it's the last.
"Let's talk tomorrow. Goodnight, (Y/N)."
Oh.
That's not what he calls you.
"'Night."
And by the next time you wake up, he won't be right there waiting for you anymore.
note from me: sorry, this is kinda crappy! it's been a very long while since i've written so i'm not proud of this. OH and this is *totally* not based on jacob's short cover of right here waiting by richard marx which you can watch here!
It's 2:30 am and you're still awake.
You don't know if it's because you can't sleep, or you're waiting for your significant other to call.
Your significant other whose on the other side of the globe. You huff at the thought.
It's cold. The winter breeze still going through your window with your heater trying to fight it— an obvious losing battle.
It's the latter, isn't it? Jacob, your boyfriend, his day is probably at it's prime. Maybe it's warm there? You don't know; you lost enough interest to not know what time it is in his country.
Yeah, it's the latter. You're waiting for him and you're tired. You should call him first for a change. Just another addition of the long lists of changes you're going and suffering through.
And so you did call him.
Ring ring.
No answer.
Ring ring.
Still no answer.
Okay, yup, he's busy.
It's almost 3 am and you can barely breathe. Too tired to do anything, you can't help but be alone with your thoughts.
Is it the long distance relationship? Being together with Jacob feels.. foreign. It feels forced. Like it's just to say that both people tried.
You did try, right?
You miss the time when you and him were together physically. You miss the time when you would genuinely look forward with your allotted time for him. You miss everything about him. You miss being in love him.
You love him differently now and you know Jacob enough that he, too, doesn't love you the way he used to.
Jacob's sighs that he would always try to hide. Jacob's fake laughs. Jacob's sad and tired face. Jacob who lost the glint and the hearts in his eyes he used to have whenever he looked at you.
The pictures his friends sends you shows the opposite; he looks like he's having the time of his life, like he's not missing you, like his relationship with you isn't on the rocks. Good for him; at least one of you is genuinely enjoying life.
It's as if you're the only thing in his life holding him back from him being entirely happy.
Ring ring.
With your thoughts interrupted, you answered the call.
"Hey, Cobi!" You greeted as enthusiastic as you can.
"Hey, why did you call? You should be sleeping." You hear him lazily answer together with the sound of the bed shuffling as he tucks himself in.
Is he having an afternoon nap?
"I can't sleep and uh,"
With your voice shaking, you continued. "...Can you sing for me, please?"
For the last time?
"Are you okay?" Jacob asked filled with worry.
"Yes."
"If you say so? I'll go get my guitar."
You were getting sleepy.
"What song do you want?" He came back and tuned his guitar.
"Anything."
"Oh.. uh, okay." He answered shyly.
God, this phone call is so awkward. It's like you aren't in a 4-year relationship, like you barely know him.
He's slowly but surely turning into a stranger anyway.
You buried yourself more in your bed and hugged the blankets as you heard the strumming of the guitar.
Oceans apart
Day after day
And I slowly go insane
I hear your voice on the line
But it doesn't stop the pain
Of course. This song. A weak smile found its way to your face. It was yours and Jacob's song.
This man always knew how to tug on your heartstrings.
If I see you next to never
How could we say forever?
You were holding back tears while your beloved sings his heart out. Is this the last attempt to save this relationship?
Wherever you go
Whatever you do
I will be right here waiting for you
Whatever it takes
Or how my heart breaks
A tear fell out of your eye, and Jacob tries to hold back his own— but you don't know that. The only thing you're sure of is that you're both feeling the same way without having to voice it out;
The bittersweet feeling of not wanting to, but would be unfair if not done: both of you know where this relationship is going.
"I.. will.. be right here waiting for you." He sings the last line beautifully with obvious doubt and hurt enveloped in his voice.
This song feels like a lie now.
The only thing keeping you from sobbing right then is that you barely have energy and you're in call with Jacob.
With uncertainty, you faintly speak. "Thank you, I love you."
You were now as nervous as you were the first time you told him you love him. This could go wrong, like the first time. It could symbolize a beginning or an end, like the first time. Whatever he says next will either make or break you, like the first time. Except this one's the exact opposite; it's the last.
"Let's talk tomorrow. Goodnight, (Y/N)."
Oh.
That's not what he calls you.
"'Night."
And by the next time you wake up, he won't be right there waiting for you anymore.
guyssss the way he’s literally falling for her, i can’t 😪✋
and they were roommates! | chapter seven
pairing: introvert!jacob bae x female extrovert!reader
genre: roommates to lovers, college au
synopsis: in which you desperately need a new roommate to cover your rent and your best friend kevin takes matters into his own hands, offering your place to his childhood friend jacob when he moves to town
member: juyeon
genre: fluff??
word count: 2,175
synopsis: thanks to kevin’s tiktok obsession, you end up sending out a google form to all of the people you used to call your best friends. one response brings back forgotten memories and feelings.
