* 𝑭𝑰𝑳𝑬. ￫ jake 𝄪 𝐣𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐟𝐦𝐬.
› 𝑾𝑶𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑺 𝑰𝑭 𝑯𝑬 𝑾𝑶𝑼𝑳𝑫 𝑭𝑬𝑬𝑳 as secure in his position at the villas , his comfort , his likability , if it wasn’t for jadon . not that the male is the one helping him go out & make friends or have fun , but because jake knows that he has him . . . that if anything went wrong , he had a backbone , 𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 , he could always turn to him . rather than walking through it alone , he’s got not only his precious yeona , but jadon . wishes he could tell him how much he was appreciated , that their friendship wasn’t something he took for granted –––– & then quick phrases of lyrics flash through his mind , right then . (𝘪’𝘮 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦 / 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘪 𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 ? ) ❛ okay , good to know ! definitely won’t be making a mental note to trick you later . ❜ takes the time when jadon’s not looking at him to let his gaze linger ; usually when he’s taking a swig of alcohol , but he’ll take whatever moment he can get . especially after drinking , his inhibitions are lowered , 𝑩𝑼𝑻 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑬𝑵𝑶𝑼𝑮𝑯 𝑻𝑶 𝑮𝑬𝑻 𝑪𝑨𝑼𝑮𝑯𝑻! smile appears after his words . ❛ i don’t know about brains , mosley , but you’ve got something . ❜ same tone given back , taking a deep breath in , feeling the liquor igniting within him .
( 𝘪𝘧 𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘪 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 / 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯? ) stares at everything but him , only catching his gaze every so often so it wasn’t blatant . he was even more mindful about his actions after drinking , like all thoughts & emotions were amplified , he became hyperaware . so he shut it all down . 𝑾𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬'𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 𝑰𝑵 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻? head has leaned back entirely , resting , then turning to look at him , face remains unchanged for those few moments before he could feel the soft smile start to take place , so he’ll move his head again . hand reaches for the bottle . he needs it . (𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 / 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘷𝘦 . ) ❛ yeah , i guess so . ❜ is mumbled , huff of a laugh comes out , but he doesn’t mean it , only gives it to fill the silence before he’s placing opening of bottle to his lips ; brows knitting together at the taste , 𝗁𝗈𝗋𝗋𝗂𝖿𝗂𝖼 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗄𝗌 . keeps bottom of glass sat on his thigh , palm covering the middle , holding it there because . . . he feels like he might need it again soon . doesn’t want to face anything head on . ❛ lucky you that i’m so , like , great or whatever . ❜ –––– (𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 / 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘪 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 . ) ❛ i , uh , 𝑰 𝑯𝑨𝑽𝑬 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑲 𝑻𝑶𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑹𝑶𝑾 . ❜
𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐣𝐚𝐤𝐞 –– doesn't know exactly how to pin point it, or if it's worth mentioning outside of the little world inside of his head. all he knows is that he's someone to fall back on, comfortably and cushioned; all reassurance and no judgement. 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞? jadon hasn't quite figured that part out yet, and it seems to be the most confusing. his insecurities seem to rise and fall, for some reason being brought to the surface as he's in company with him –– alone together, vulnerable, baring all –– because he now feels like walking on egg shells, only something he was used to in company of those above him. ( 𝒐𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆, 𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒆𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓. ) huff of laughter exits his lips involuntarily, hand running through his hair before sighing slightly. a clearing of his throat before, ❝ i'll still take it. ❞ is leaving freely, disappearing into the air as another inhale of breath brings the vodka back up; sharp and crisp sensation hitting deeper now.
𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 –– increasingly pound of head, limbs becoming looser as he turns aware –– but he can't seem to shake the change in atmosphere. ( 𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗱, 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲, 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝘂𝗽 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲. ) sucks on his lip that's still between teeth, head nodding slowly as throat builds; the suffocation evident with every second. he should've just kept quiet. ❝ uh, ❞ a clearing of throat, but this time it masks the heavy air as he looks down to his lap –– because he doesn't want to run the risk of meeting the male's gaze –– ❝ yeah, right– ❞ brow furrows almost instantly as it fall from lips, nodding to himself as a conclusion of stammering, one simple word coming next. ❝ sorry. ❞ doesn't know why, although it feels appropriate in the shift. he's stupid to have read the room completely wrong and his cheeks burn brighter, but this time it's not a positive. hand extends from where it was sat on his lap, boldly reaching over bodies to try his attempts at grasping the bottle, but instead met with warmth of jake's hand. he should pull away –– 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒅𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒇𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 –– but instead he's averting gaze between where his hand sits and opposite's features. he registers his words like a dull thud in the back of his head, nodding slowly, his voice barely audible as he mumbles; ❝ don't go, please. ❞
