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"But isn't girls' night for... girls?" Jake asked, raising an eyebrow in confusion.
You laughed.
"Well yesā¦. but no. It's for people who like to gossip."
A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.
"Tempting."
"You'd fit right in."
"Wow. I don't know if I should be offended or honored."
"Honored. Obviously." you said without wasting a second. "You hear one piece of drama and suddenly you're asking for names, timelines, and evidence."
Jake pressed a hand to his chest. "That's literally not even true."
"You literally made a flowchart the last time I told you about my coworker's breakup."
"And was I wrong?"
You opened your mouth, then closed it.
"That's what I thought."
He leaned back in his chair, looking entirely too pleased with himself.
"So what exactly happens at a girls night?"
"Oversharing and snacking."
"Sounds like every time your friends come over."
"Exactly."
Jake nodded thoughtfully.
"Yeah, I definitely qualify."
"You absolutely do."
"Good. I'll bring a notebook."
"A notebook ?"
"For the gossip."
"There will be no note taking."
"Then how am I supposed to keep track of all the tea ?"
You stared at him for a second before bursting out laughing.
Jake grinned.
"See? You're laughing now, but when Sarah starts talking about her mystery date and Emily reveals she's secretly been texting her ex, you'll wish someone had organized the information."
"You've put way too much thought into this."
"I like being prepared."
"For gossip?"
He shrugged.
"For anything important."
"Some things that are gonna be discussed are really not that important tho..."
Jake raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips.
"I need an example."
"Sometimes Emily starts talking about what positions her ex boyfriend had her i-"
"Okay. so thats what you mean by oversharing."
"See?"
"No, actually. I don't want to see."
You rolled your eyes.
"You're so dramatic."
"I'm dramatic? You're telling me your friends casually discuss their sex lives over snacks."
"I bet you do the same thing with your friends."
Jake opened his mouth... then closed it. Silence.
"...Okay you got me there."
You laughed.
"Thought so. Go grab your notebook. They'll be here in like 20 minutes."
Jake groaned, running his hands over his face.
"This better be good."
"Are you really doubting my friendsĀ ? "
"I'm not doubting them. I'm managing my expectations."
"Managing your expectations?"
"Yeah. What if you've spent months hyping them up and they turn out to be amateurs?"
You gasped dramatically.
"Amateurs?"
"I'm just saying."
"Jake."
"What?"
"Emma once found out a guy was cheating before his actual girlfriend did."
"How?"
"Three Instagram stories, a tagged photo, and a blurry reflection in a restaurant window."
Jake paused.
"...That's actually impressive."
"Thank you."
"Terrifying, but impressive."
"Sarah can identify relationship problems from a single screenshot."
"No."
"Yes."
"You're lying."
"I'm not."
"That's not a skill. That's a superpower."
You smirked.
"And Emily remembers everything."
Jake's expression shifted immediately.
"Everything?"
"Word for word."
"That's dangerous."
"Exactly."
"Okay." He nodded slowly. "Now my expectations are high."
"As they should be."
Jake pointed a finger at you.
"But if they get here and the hottest piece of gossip is someone getting a parking ticket, I'm locking myself in our bedroom."
You laughed.
"Trust me. Within ten minutes you'll be pretending not to listen while secretly knowing everyone's full backstory."
"I would never."
"You absolutely would."
"I am a respectful observer."
"You're a nosy observer."
Jake pursed his lips.
"I'm getting my notebook" He said, narrowing his eyes at you.
"You're proving my point."
"No, I'm preparing."
"For gossip."
"For information."
"Same thing."
"Not even a little."
You laughed as he turned and started toward his room.
"Don't forget your color coded pens."
Jake stopped mid step and looked back over his shoulder.
"You mock me now."
"Because it's funny."
"You'll be grateful when I can accurately recall events in order."
"I won't."
"You will."
"I really won't."
"We'll see."
He disappeared down the hallway.
A few moments later, you heard drawers opening and closing.
"Jake, are you actually looking for pens?"
"Maybe."
"Jake."
"What if there are multiple storylines?"
You dropped your head into your hands, laughing.
"There are not storylines."
"There are always storylines."
"This isn't a TV show."
"Agree to disagree."
Right then, the doorbell rang.
Jake immediately poked his head out of his room. Notebook in hand.
"They're here?"
The excitement in his voice was impossible to miss. You pointed at him.
"And you call me dramatic."
"Open the door."
"Jake."
"Open. The. Door."
"You're unbelievable." You said.
"And yet you're stalling instead of letting the gossip begin." He waved the notebook impatiently. "Priorities."
You rolled your eyes at him before finally opening to door.
"Oh my God, hiiii girlies! I missed you guys so much!"
You practically threw yourself at them, pulling each of them into a hug before ushering them inside.
"It's been like...two weeks?" Emma laughed.
"Exactly. Too long."
"You're ridiculous." Sarah said, squeezing your shoulder.
Emily rolled her eyes affectionately.
"You text us every day."
"And yet I still missed you."
The three of them exchanged amused looks as they kicked off their shoes and followed you into the living room. The moment they walked in, they spotted Jake. Sitting on the couch. Legs crossed. One arm stretched along the backrest. Looking completely relaxed. As if he had absolutely no interest in whatever was about to happen. As if he hadn't spent the last twenty minutes preparing for this.
"Oh..." Emma said. "Hey Jake."
"Hey."
Sarah gave him a curious look.
"What are you doing here?"
Jake looked up from his phone.
"I live here."
"Fair."
"Crazy coincidence, I know."
Emily laughed and dropped onto the armchair.
"He's being weirdly polite."
"I'm always polite."
"No."
"Most of the time."
"Still no."
You bit your lip, trying not to laugh.
Jake shot you a warning glance.
You immediately looked away.
"What?" Emma asked, narrowing her eyes.
"Nothing."
"That was definitely a something."
"It wasn't."
"Why are you smiling?"
Jake sat up slightly.
"She's smiling because she's happy to see her friends."
"Jake."
"What?"
"Stop..."
Sarah looked between the two of you.
"Okay, now I know something's going on."
Emily pointed accusingly.
"Yeah, you're both acting suspicious."
"We're not."
"You are."
Emma folded her arms.
"Tell us."
You glanced at Jake.
Jake glanced at you.
His expression said don't you dare. You immediately cracked.
"Jake wanted to bring a notebook."
Three seconds of silence. Then...
"HE WHAT?"
Jake closed his eyes.
"Traitor."
You laughed.
"I love you..." you said, leaning in and quickly pecking his lips.
The room went silent for half a minute.
Then Jake sighed, still keeping his eyes closed like he was accepting his fate.
"Unfortunately... I love you too."
Emma made a noise of disbelief.
"Oh my- okay, no. We're not just glossing over that."
Sarah pointed between you two.
"Since when do you two do that?"
Emily leaned forward, grinning.
"And why is he here acting like he's part of the furniture and your boyfriend?"
Jake opened one eye.
"I am part of the furniture."
"Not helping." you muttered, but you were smiling.
Emma dropped onto the couch dramatically.
"So let me get this straight. We come over for girls' night and discover there's a boyfriend with a notebook system situation happening in the background?"
Jake raised a finger.
"Technically it's a classification system."
"Oh my God!" Sarah laughed. "He's worse than us."
"I take that as a compliment..." Jake said calmly.
"It wasn't one."
You nudged him lightly.
"See? This is what I deal with."
Jake looked at you innocently.
"You started it."
"I started dating you, not this."
"Same thing, apparently"
The girls burst out laughing again, the room already filling with chaotic energy.
Sarah leaned back on the couch, still smiling... then her expression shifted slightly, a little softer. Like she was thinking about something... or someone.
"You guys make me miss my ex." she sighed.
The room went quiet for half a second. Emma blinked.
"Girl... that's not the reaction I expected from this situation."
Emily tilted her head.
"Which ex are we talking about?"
Sarah waved a hand vaguely.
"The one who was actually funny. Like weird and annoying, but in a good way."
Jake, who had been silently observing like it was a live documentary, perked up slightly.
"Define in a good way.'"
You immediately pointed at him.
"No. You don't get to analyze this one."
"I wasn't analyzing," he said quickly. "I was categorizing."
"Worse."
Sarah laughed despite herself.
"See? This is what I mean. Men are either like Jake or like... the opposite of Jake."
Jake frowned slightly.
"Is that a compliment?"
Sarah shrugged, half smiling.
"You're a green flag. Which is surprising... Y/N is usually into assholes."
A beat of silence.
"Oh?" Jake said, turning his head slowly toward you.
Sarah immediately made a noise like she regretted everything.
"Oh my God, Sarah-" Emma said.
"I didn't mean it like that!" Sarah rushed in, waving her hands. "I mean like... in the past. Not currently. Obviously."
Emily leaned back, grinning like she was watching a live fire spread.
"This is getting interesting."
You narrowed your eyes at Sarah.
"Why are you saying it like I have a typecast villain history?"
"You kind of do..." Emma said gently.
"Traitors." you muttered.
Meanwhile Jake was still looking at you. Out of pure curiosity...
"Define assholes...'" he said calmly.
Emma clapped once, sharply, like she was resetting the room.
"Okay! New subject change. Officially. Emergency pivot."
"Stop changing the topic. I wanna hear more about Y/N's past relationships."
Jake leaned forward slightly, interest clearly getting the better of him.
"Jake, I don't wanna talk about my exes. They suck, you're my boyfriend, I love you and I want them to stay in my past. Let's talk about Emma's exes instead."
Emma made a choking sound immediately.
"EXCUSE ME- ABSOLUTELY NOT."
Sarah slowly sat up straighter.
"Okay... so I may have a situation."
Jake straightened instantly.
"Define situation."
You groaned.
"No. Don't encourage her. Every time you say define it gets worse."
Sarah took a deep breath.
"Okay. Normal topic. Food. Weather. Life updates. Nothing insane."
Emily leaned forward.
"I feel like you're about to lie."
"I'm not" Sarah said quickly, before looking down at her hands.
Then casually, almost too casually:
"So I might be pregnant."
Silence. Not just silence... system shutdown silence.
Emma froze mid blink. Emily's mouth actually fell open. You sat up so fast you almost hit the table.
"WHAT?"
Jake blinked once. Slowly. Very slowly.
"Define-"
All four of you snapped at him instantly...
"NO."
He stopped immediately.
"...Understood."
Sarah meanwhile, looked up like she had just confessed she'd forgotten to mention she bought milk.
"I haven't taken a test yet. So technically it's just a possibility."
Emma grabbed her arm.
"WHY IS THIS YOUR NORMAL TOPIC? THIS ISN'T NORMAL"
Emily was half laughing, half panicking.
"You said food and weather, NOT LIFE ALTERING TWISTS."
You were staring at her.
"Sarah... what do you mean you might be pregnant ?"
Sarah shrugged.
"I'm late. And I'm tired. And I cried at a dog commercial yesterday."
"W- who did you have sex with?!" You blurted out.
Jake immediately stopped moving. Not leaning back. Not shifting. Completely locking in. Sarah hesitated, then sighed like she was already regretting the next sentence.
"I didn't even want to tell you this," she admitted. "The mysterious guy I went on a date with was Rebecca's ex boyfriend. And well... things got a little heated after."
Emma's face slowly twisted.
"Are we talking about redhead Rebecca? The one we went to school with?"
Sarah closed her eyes.
"Unfortunately."
Silence hit the room so hard it felt physical.
Then Emily whispered...
"Oh my God. That Rebecca?"
Jake finally exhaled.
"Okay." he said carefully. "This introduces a pre existing relational network."
You snapped your head toward him.
"NO. Not a network. Stop trying to turn people into spreadsheets."
He ignored you, already thinking.
"Rebecca's ex is now a variable connected to Sarah, which means-"
"Jake." Emma warned.
"-which means social overlap risk is significantly higher than average."
You threw your hands up.
"WHY is that your takeaway from this?! She might be pregnant and you're doing social graph analysis."
Jake blinked.
"I am doing situational awareness."
Sarah buried her face in her hands.
"I should've just stayed home."
Emily leaned forward, eyes wide.
"Wait- wait- wasn't Rebecca the one who said she'd never date a guy like that again and then dated like... exactly that guy again?"
Emma pointed at her.
"Yes! That's HER."
Jake nodded once, like a detective connecting pins on a board.
"Pattern inconsistency detected."
You groaned loudly.
"Jake, I swear to God, if you say detected one more time-"
He paused.
"Noted."
All three of you shouted at once...
"NO!"
Sarah finally lifted her head.
"Can someone please just say something normal?"
Jake raised his hand slightly.
"Have you considered taking a test?"
"I'm too fucking scared."
The room shifted immediately like all the chaos had hit a wall and suddenly didn't know where to go.
Emma's expression softened first. The sarcasm dropped out of her face.
"Okay..." she said gently. "Hey. That's okay."
Emily leaned forward, voice quieter now.
"We don't have to figure anything out right this second."
Sarah stared at the floor, jaw tight like she was trying not to fall apart in front of everyone. Jake for once, didn't jump in immediately.
No notebook this time. Just silence. Then...
"Okay..." he said again, slower this time. "Then we don't do anything you're not ready for."
You glanced at him.. surprised by how... normal that sounded coming from him. He seemed to notice. Cleared his throat slightly, like he was re centering himself into something less robotic.
"There's a test" he added. "It gives you information. Information is... useful. But it doesn't have to be today."
You looked at him with quiet admiration. Not because he suddenly had all the right answers, but because he didn't. He just... stayed.
Emma nodded quickly.
"Exactly. No pressure. We'll go with you if you want. Or we can just sit here and eat junk food and pretend reality doesn't exist for a while."
Emily gave a small, shaky laugh.
"I vote junk food and denial."
That got a faint smile out of Sarah.
Jake shifted a little on the couch, then spoke again... more careful now.
"Also..." he said "for the record... I will not be conducting any analysis of Rebecca related social dynamics right now."
You blinked at him.
"Wow."
He nodded once.
"I am... temporarily suspending data collection."
Emma pointed at him.
"Growth."
Jake frowned slightly.
"This feels like a low bar."
"Don't ruin it" you said, nudging him.
He leaned back, quieter now, notebook untouched beside him.
And for once, the room stayed still... no gossip, no analysis, no chaos. Right now you were just five friends sitting together.
You kept talking for hours. Jake stayed unusually grounded through it all. Less notebook, more presence. Less analysis, more just... there. Eventually, it settled into something calmer. A plan. Sarah agreed to take a test at home the next morning. Not alone. Not spiraling. One step at a time, with people around her who weren't going to let her drown in her own thoughts. After a few more hours of exhausted chitchat, takeout containers scattered across the table and the emotional intensity finally worn down into quiet fatigue, the girls left one by one. Hugs at the door. Half laughing goodbyes that tried a little too hard to be normal.Ā Then the apartment went still.
Just you and Jake.
The silence felt heavier than it should've after such a loud night. Jake closed the door softly, locked it, and leaned back against it for a second like he was recalibrating to reality.
"That..." he said slowly "was... a statistically unusual evening."
You let out a tired laugh from the couch.
"Don't start."
He glanced at you.
"I wasn't going to analyze it."
"I think I did better than I expected to."
You looked up at him.
"Yeah." you said softly. "You did."
That seemed to catch him off guard more than anything else all night.
He pushed off the door and walked over, sitting beside you instead of across from you this time.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
The question was simple, but it didn't feel casual.
You nodded slowly.
"Yeah. Just tired."
Jake shifted closer.
"Come here..." he said quietly.
Before you could overthink it, he pulled you gently onto his lap. His hands settled at your waist, grounding you without holding too tight. Then he leaned in and kissed you.
Once. Soft. Quick. Then again, a little slower.
Like he was deliberately turning down every loud part of the day until only this was left. When he pulled back slightly, his forehead rested near yours.
"Better?" he asked.
You chuckled softly.
"Mhh... I think I'm gonna need some more kisses..."
Jake paused for half a second, like he was considering the request with the same seriousness he gave everything else in his life.
"Request noted." he said quietly.
You immediately squinted at him.
"Don't say it like that."
A faint smirk tugged at his mouth.
"Sorry. Habit."
Then he leaned in again... this time without hesitation. This time the kiss lingered longer. You shifted closer without meaning to, fingers curling lightly at his shirt, and he exhaled softly against your lips like that alone had changed the pace of his entire evening. Jake pulled back just barely, not far enough to break the moment. His forehead hovered near yours, his eyes searching your face in a way that was less analytical now and more quietly certain. "
"You're still tired..." he murmured.
You gave a small, breathy laugh.
"Still want kisses."
That did it.
Something in his expression softened, and he leaned in again.
The kiss deepened naturally, like neither of you had to decide on it anymore. Jake's hand at your waist tightened slightly, not pulling you closer in a sudden way, but steadying you like he'd instinctively decided you belonged there. His other hand shifted once at your back, fingers pressing lightly through your shirt as if grounding himself in the moment. The space between you disappeared in small adjustments instead of big ones... your breath catching, his responding, the subtle tilt of his head changing the angle until everything just... fit better. There was no rush in it, but there was depth to it now. The kind that made time feel uneven. Like the rest of the room had stopped existing entirely.
When he finally pulled back, it was only enough to breathe, his voice quieter than before.
"Tell me if you want me to stop..." he said.
You tugged lightly at his shirt, keeping him close.
"Don't stop." you whispered against his lips.
Jake huffed a quiet laugh through his nose, still close enough that it barely counted as distance.
"We should probably stop..." he murmured anyway.
You blinked at him.
He glanced at you...a little amused, like he was trying very hard to be responsible and not entirely succeeding.
"Or else you're gonna end up like Sarah." he added.
You laughed. A real one, and you hit his arm lightly.
"Excuse you!?"
Jake didn't even flinch, just caught your wrist gently for a second like it was instinct.
"I'm sorry..." he said, a small smile tugging at his mouth. "I'm totally joking." Then he leaned in and kissed the tip of your nose. He looked at you for a second longer than necessary, thumb still lightly brushing your wrist before letting go.
"I love you," he said.
You smiled, softer now.
"Yeah?" you asked, like you already knew the answer. Jake nodded once.
"Yeah."
"Well I love you too..." you said, voice softer now. "So much."
Jake's hand came back to your waist automatically, not pulling you in urgently, just holding you there like it was the most natural thing in the world.
"Yeah?" he asked quietly, echoing you now. You nodded.
"Yeah."
He shifted slightly, brushing a loose strand of hair away from your face with a kind of care that felt almost absentminded, like it was instinct rather than intention.
"Next time I'm not bringing pens..." he said.
You smiled. "Good."
"Maybe just one..." he added.
You laughed under your breath and nudged his shoulder.
"Jake."
"I said maybe."
He leaned back into the couch, pulling you with him so you were still close, your head resting against him now instead. The world outside didn't matter much in that moment. It was just you and Jake holding each other, and the quiet after laughter. And most importantly the steady presence of someone who, despite everything, always stayed. Always.
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"So..."
You raised an eyebrow, fighting back a smile as Niki shifted awkwardly beside you.
He kept glancing at you before quickly looking away, his fingers fidgeting with the sleeve of his hoodie.
"So what?" you teased, letting out a soft laugh.
Niki rolled his eyes, though the faint blush creeping across his cheeks gave him away.
"Are you gonna come to the party with me?"
You pretended to think about it for a moment, watching him grow noticeably more nervous with each passing second.
Then you chuckled.
"Sure."
The tension in his shoulders eased almost instantly.
"Cool" he said, nodding once.
"Cool?"
"What, did you want me to throw a celebration?"
You laughed.
For a moment, he managed to keep up the act, until the small smile tugging at the corner of his lips betrayed him completely.
"You're annoying."
"And you're happy I'm coming."
"It's a party. I would've survived either way."
You laughed, falling into step beside him.
"Right. That's why you kept asking me all week."
"I asked twice."
"Four times."
"Two."
"Four."
Niki shot you a look, trying and very much failing to hide his amusement.
"Whatever helps you sleep at night."
"Just admit you wanted me there."
"Stop."
The corner of his mouth twitched upward again.
Unfortunately for him, you caught that too. You laughed, nudging his shoulder with yours as you continued down the sidewalk.
"You love me so much"
Niki rolled his eyes, the corners of his mouth curving into a smile.
"Whatever" He said.
Niki accompanied you home, wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug before softly saying goodbye. He lingered for a moment, then turned and walked away. "See you tomorrow!" you called out teasingly, earning a small shake of his head as he continued down the street.
The next day came faster than expected, and the party was already in full swing by the time the two of you arrived. Music blasted through the house, people were dancing and the smell of pizza, cigarettes and cheap drinks lingered in the air.
"Oh god..." you mumbled under your breath.
The living room was packed. Every few seconds someone bumped into someone else. And eventually people started bumping into you. Niki glanced over his shoulder to make sure you were still behind him.
You were... barely.
A group of people cut between you, forcing you to slow down.
"Hold on" Niki said, stopping in his tracks.
He waited for you to catch up. And when you did, he looked like he wanted to say something.
And then his hand lifted slightly.
For a second, it seemed like he was gonna place it on your waist and guide you through the crowd.
But he didn't. He stopped himself from doing it.
"Just stay close, okay ?" he said.
You tried not to smile.
"Why ?? Afraid you'll lose me ?"
"No."
The answer came a little too quickly, which made you laugh. Niki rolled his eyes.
Then, after another particularly aggressive shove from someone trying to get past, he finally gave in.
His hand settled lightly against your waist.
"Liar." You said, your smile growing.
Before he could answer, one of his friends spotted him from across the room.
It was Heeseung.
He made his way over, weaving through the crowd until he stopped in front of you. His eyes flickered between the two of you before drifting down to Niki's hand resting on your waist.
"Oh..."
That one word was already enough.
Niki froze.
Then, as if only just realizing where his hand was, he quickly pulled it away. You had to bite back a laugh.
It was so easy to tease him...
Heeseung's smile widened.
"Interesting."
"Heeseung. Don't."
"I didn't say anything."
"You were about to."
"I wasn't"
"You literally were."
Heeseung raised both hands in mock surrender.
"Hey, I'm just observing okay?"
"Observe from somewhere else."
The grin on Heeseung's face only grew.
His gaze shifted to you.
"Have you had to tolerate Niki's annoying behavior all night?"
"Unfortunately."
"Wow."
"You asked..."
"I wasn't expecting you to agree"
You laughed, making Niki roll his eyes next to you. For a brief moment, Heeseung watched the two of you go back and forth.
Then something in his expression changed.
"Oh... I get it now."
Niki immediately looked at him.
"You get what?"
"Nothing."
"Hyung."
"Nothing..." Heeseung repeated, failing miserably to hide his amusement.
Niki squinted at him.
Heeseung only smiled wider. Whatever realization he'd come to, he seemed far too entertained by it.
"You're annoying."
"And you're obvious."
Niki groaned.
Before Heeseung could elaborate, Niki grabbed your wrist.
"Come on."
You blinked.
"What?"
"We're getting drinks."
A grin spread across Heeseung's face.
"Oh, we're escaping now?"
"We're getting drinks."
"Right."
Niki ignored him.
Or at least, he tried to.
The faint pink creeping up his neck suggested otherwise. You barely managed to suppress a laugh as he pulled you through the crowd. Behind you, Heeseung called out one last time.
"Have fun, you two!"
"Goodbye, Heeseung." The words came out through gritted teeth.
A few moments later, you found yourselves in the kitchen, away from Heeseung's watchful gaze.
Only then did Niki let go of your wrist. You leaned against the counter, watching him take a shot straight from a small glass already sitting there on the kitchen counter.
No hesitation.
Just one quick motion, like he needed the burn more than the taste. He set the glass down a little too firmly, then didn't move for a second.
"You're really just going for that?"
Niki wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, still not looking at you. "It's a party."
"That's not an answer."
"It is."
"Okay then..."
You pushed off the counter and reached for the glass.
Before he could say anything, you did exactly what he had just done. One quick motion.
You took the shot straight from the counter and downed it in one go.
The burn hit immediately. You scrunched your face, letting out a sharp breath as you set the glass down a little too hard.
"Yeah..." you coughed lightly, blinking. "That's disgusting."
Niki stared at you.
Properly this time.
"You're an idiot." he said finally.
But there was something in his voice that didn't match the words. Like he wasn't actually annoyed.
Just thrown off.
You wiped your lips with the back of your hand, still wincing slightly.
"You did it first."
"That doesn't mean you had to copy me."
You stared at him for a second.
Then you leaned forward, grabbed the glass again, and met his eyes.
"Shut up and get drunk with me."
Niki blinked.
Once.
Then again.
Like he was trying to process whether you were joking.
"You're-" he started.
But you were already pouring another shot.
"...You're insane."
"Mhm."
He hesitated. Just for a second longer than before.
Then, he slowly reached for the glass you'd just set down. This time, he didn't down it immediately... he just looked at you over the rim.
And something about his expression had shifted. The sharpness in his eyes disappeared... like the act was slipping.
"Only if you stop talking." he said finally.
A pause.
"...and stay here."
The alcohol was starting to hit. You could tell by the way he talked. He didn't try to hide his emotions by being a pain in the ass anymore.
No sarcasm layered over everything anymore.
Just... honesty slipping out a little too easily. He obviously wasn't used to drinking, and his alcohol tolerance was very low. It hit him like a truck.
Niki leaned his shoulder against the counter again, slower this time, like the movement took more thought than usual.
His gaze stayed on you... not drifting away like before. He looked at you like you were the only person in the room.
"You're staring..." you said quietly.
"I know."
That made you pause.
"...You usually argue about it."
He blinked once, like he had to process that. Then shook his head slightly.
"Don't feel like it."
"Oh you're drunk."
"No I'm not."
"Yes you are."
"Maybe a little" He said, taking a sip from whatever drink he had just mixed.
"Wow. Someone's finally admitting something. Drink some more! "
Niki laughed.
"You're annoying." He said.
"You love me."
"I do."
"What ?"
"What?"
You both froze.
The air in the kitchen felt suddenly too still, like even the music from the other room had faded without either of you noticing. Niki's hand, which had been resting loosely against the counter, went completely still. His gaze slowly lifted to yours. And for the first time all night, there was no teasing in his face.
Just him realizing what had actually come out of his mouth.
"...I-"
He stopped.
He swallowed hard.
His throat moved like the word had gotten stuck there.
"I didn't-" he started again, quieter now. "I mean-" Another pause.
Then, even softer, almost disbelieving...
"Did I really just say that?"
The silence didn't even get the chance to settle properly... the kitchen door swung open.
Too many voices at once.
"Bro, I'm telling you-"
"Wait, is there more alcohol in here?"
"Why did you drag us- oh..."
The group slowed as they stepped in. Heeseung was first, of course, followed closely by five of his friends squeezing into the kitchen like they owned it. The noise immediately swallowed the quiet between you and Niki.
Heeseung's eyes flicked from your face to Niki's.
Then he paused.
"..."
A grin started forming before he even said anything.
"Oh."
Not again, Niki thought to himself
Behind him, one of his friends, Sunghoon peeked over his shoulder.
"Why does it feel like we walked into something?"
Jay leaned in, squinting at Niki. "Wait, why does he look like that?"
Niki didn't move.
Didn't speak.
Didn't even blink properly.
He just stood there, frozen in place, like his brain had officially stopped cooperating. You, on the other hand, were painfully aware of everything.
Especially the last thing he had said.
Heeseung took a slow step further into the kitchen, dragging his friends with him like a bad decision in motion.
"So..." he said lightly... "what did we miss?ā
"Nothing." Niki said instantly.
It didn't help him. Heeseung's grin widened.
"Right."
Jay glanced between you and Niki again. "I can smell lies..."
Niki finally moved, just enough to rub a hand over his face.
"...Go away." he muttered.
But it lacked any real force.
Heeseung laughed under his breath, clearly enjoying every second of this.
"Bro..." he said, dragging the word out... "I think we're interrupting something important."
Niki's ears went red. And for the first time all night, he had absolutely no comeback. Not even a bad one.
Heeseung sighed deeply.
"As much as I'm enjoying this, I think you should go home. You're as red as a fucking tomato."
The kitchen erupted in quiet laughter from his friends. Niki didn't even react at first... then he blinked slowly, like the words had to travel through layers of fog before landing.
"I'm fine." he said, but it came out slower than usual. Less convincing than he probably thought.
Sunghoon snorted. "Yeah, sure you are."
Jake leaned toward you. "How much did he drink?"
You glanced at Niki.
"...Enough."
"That's not a number," Heeseung said immediately.
Niki pointed at him, a little unsteady. "You talk too much."
Heeseung smiled sweetly. "And you talk too little. Especially about important things."
That got your attention more than it should've.
Niki noticed. Of course he did.
His hand slowly drifted to your wrist again, like muscle memory overriding embarrassment.
But this time, he didn't try to hide it. Didn't pull away either.
Heeseung saw it too.
"Oh my God" he muttered, rubbing his face. "Yeah, okay. You're done."
Niki frowned. "No."
"Not a discussion."
"I'm not-"
"You are." Heeseung cut in. Then pointed toward the door. "Go home. Before you say something else you can't recover from."
Silence.
Niki looked at you then...not at the others.
Just you. Still a little unfocused. But still a little too honest.
"...You're coming, right?" he asked quietly.
And suddenly, none of the teasing in the room mattered anymore. You smiled softly.
You nodded slightly. "Yeah."
His shoulders dropped a fraction, tension easing like that was the only answer that mattered.
"Good." he said simply.
Heeseung rubbed his face again.
"Unbelievable."
Jake leaned over. "He's gone."
"He was gone twenty minutes ago," Heeseung replied.
Niki, meanwhile, was already half turned toward you again.
"Okay." he said, like the conversation was settled. "We're leaving."
"You can barely walk straight..." Jake pointed out.
"I can walk." He immediately proved he could not, swaying slightly before correcting himself. You caught his arm instinctively... his response was instant. He leaned into you. Heeseung watched that happen and exhaled.
"Take care of him, Y/N!" Heeseung said.
You shot him a look. "He's not a child."
"He's acting like one..." Sunghoon added.
Niki immediately frowned. "I heard that."
"You were supposed to."
Heeseung stepped aside, still watching the two of you with that knowing expression that had been there since earlier.
"Seriously tho..." he said, tone softening just a little. "Get him home safe."
You nodded once. "I will. Don't worry."
You sighed, adjusting your grip on his arm.
"Come on."
Niki didn't resist. He just followed. A few steps into the hallway, he glanced at you.
Then, quieter than before...
"...You're still coming with me, right?"
It wasn't about the party anymore. And he wasn't pretending not to care this time.
"I'm not leaving you alone like this..." you said, already pulling out your phone to order an Uber for the both of you. Niki watched you type for a second, blinking slowly like he was trying to follow what you were doing. Then he leaned a little closer.
"Good." he said simply.
You glanced up at him. "That's all you have to say?"
He shrugged... except it came out uneven, like his body was a second behind his thoughts. "Yeah."
Then, almost like it slipped out before he could stop it...
"Don't leave."
You shook your head slightly, still focused on the screen. "I just said I'm not."
That seemed to satisfy him... at least for a moment. Then he shifted closer again, shoulder brushing yours.
"Where are we going?" he asked.
"Home."
"Your home?"
"No. Your home." you said, glancing at him. And after approximately five minutes, your uber finally arrived.
The drive passed in a blur of quiet. By the time the car slowed to a stop, Niki was barely awake... just enough to lift his head from your shoulder and blink at the world like it had changed locations without asking him first.
His head was spinning.
"We're here." you said softly.
He hummed in response, slow and unfocused. The moment you stepped out, the cool air hit differently than inside the car. Niki followed a second later, a little unsteady, but still close enough that you instinctively stayed near him.
The building entrance came into view.
He stared at it for a moment.
Then at you.
"...My place." he said, like he was confirming it for himself.
"Yeah."
He nodded once. He felt happy you stayed.
Inside, everything was quieter. Thankfully.
Niki kicked off his shoes without much coordination, then paused like he'd forgotten what came next.
You watched him carefully. "You good?"
"Mhm."
Niki nodded slowly.
"I'm gonna sleep on the couch." he said suddenly.
"What?"
He looked at you, expression serious in a way that didn't quite match how soft his voice had gotten.
"You take the bed."
You shook your head slightly. "Niki, no. I promise i'm fine with the couch."
That made him frown immediately.
"No." he said again.
"You're drunk. You need sleep." you replied.
"I'm not that drunk."
You sighed.
"I'm not gonna let you sleep on the couch." you said. "Let's share the bed then."
Niki looked surprised.
"...Share?" he repeated.
You nodded. "Yeah. The bed's big enough."
He looked away for a second, thinking. His expression stayed soft around the edges, but there was a small crease between his brows like he was taking this decision very seriously.
Then he glanced back at you.
"You're okay with that?" he asked.
"Of course I am."
" Are you sure ? "
" Yes. We used to take naps together all the time when we were kids."
That made him think a little longer this time.
His gaze shifted slightly, like he was trying to dig through old memories that felt both familiar and far away.
"...Yeah." he said quietly.
A faint exhale left him, then he nodded like it clicked into place.
"Right."
The tension in his shoulders eased a little.
You both got ready, moving around the room in quiet, slightly unsteady routines... Niki slower than usual, you keeping an eye on him without making it obvious.
Eventually, you both ended up in bed. Side by side... careful at first.
Like neither of you wanted to acknowledge how close "close enough" suddenly felt. The room was dark now, only faint streetlight slipping through the curtains. For a while, neither of you spoke. It was fully quiet.
Niki shifted slightly beside you. Then again.
Like he was trying to find words that kept slipping away before he could hold onto them.
"About earlier... I- " he started.
You turned your head a little toward him.
He stopped.
You didn't want him to say anything he might regret later. He was still drunk after all. So you interrupted him.
"Shhh..." you murmured softly. "Let's talk about this tomorrow."
Niki chewed on his bottom lip.
"...Okay." he said quietly.
But his voice didn't sound relieved. Because talking is so much easier with alcohol in your system. So instead of talking, he did something else to at least give you an idea of what he was going to say.
Under the blanket, his hand found yours...and this time, he didn't even think about letting go. His thumb brushed over your hand, like he was grounding himself in the contact... and you just let him. You didn't pull away. The room fell completely still. Even Niki's breathing evened out, deeper now, steadier than before.
And while you were both asleep, neither of you noticed the shift... how his grip on your hand tightened slightly. Without waking up, Niki moved closer. His arm slid around you, pulling you in with an instinct that didn't need alcohol anymore. It almost felt like a habit. His forehead rested near your shoulder this time, and his arms were wrapped around you.
You didn't wake up either. Just adjusted slightly, unconsciously fitting closer without thinking. You stayed like that throughout the entire night. Until... you woke up.
You smiled faintly against Niki's chest, still half asleep, the warmth of the moment settling over you. Then, as your mind caught up and you actually registered your surroundings, your eyes snapped open.
You were in his arms. In Niki's arms. In your best friend's arms.
Niki was still asleep, his breathing steady, his grip loose but certain around you like he'd never once questioned it through the night. And somewhere along the way, his shirt had ridden up, enough to expose the tattoo along his ribs.
A tattoo you'd seen before, but never like this. Not in morning light. Not while he was asleep.
His chest rose and fell slowly, steady against you.
Niki shifted before he fully woke up. His arm tightened slightly around you... you felt the change before you saw it. The steady rhythm of his breathing faltered, then paused, then returned...but different. He was awake now.
"...Mm." A low sound left him as he slowly blinked his eyes open. For a few seconds, he didn't move... just stayed there, staring at nothing as his brain caught up with where he was.
Then his gaze shifted downward.
To you.
In his arms.
Completely close.
Too close to ignore.
"...Huh" he said quietly.
Not panicked, just confused in the most honest way possible. His grip on you didn't immediately loosen. If anything, it held for another second longer before he seemed to register that part too.
His brows furrowed slightly.
"...Why are you here" he murmured, voice still thick with sleep.
"...No, wait." His eyes widened just a little as memory started to trickle back in.
The party.
The drinks.
Heeseung.
You.
His hand tightening on your wrist.
The bed.
"...Oh."
That single sound carried a lot more understanding than the word should've been allowed to hold. He finally looked at you properly now.
Still holding you.
And for the first time since waking up, he didn't immediately try to let go.
"Well hello there..." you said softly.
"Fuck. This is so embarrassing" he said, dragging a hand over his face.
He still didn't pull away yet tho. His hand stayed over his eyes, like if he couldn't see you, this could somehow be undone.
You let out a quiet laugh. "Morning to you too."
"Don't," he groaned, voice muffled behind his hand.
He finally shifted, attempting distance, but failing a little because he was still half tangled in the situation, half tangled in you.
"I was drunk." he said quickly, as if that explained everything. "I don't- I don't normally-"
He stopped.
Because whatever he was about to deny didn't really match the fact that his arm had stayed around you all night.
Silence stretched for a while.
Then he peeked through his fingers at you.
"...You stayed " he realized, quieter now.
You smiled softly.
"We need to talk..."
Niki took a deep breath.
"I know..."
His hand finally slid down from his face, but he didn't look at you right away. Instead, he stared at the space between you, like he was trying to gather every thought that had scattered overnight and force it into something coherent. For once, he didn't joke.
"...I remember bits. " he admitted, voice rough. "The party. Heeseung being annoying. You... me being stupid."
He looked at you.
Properly this time.
And he didn't look away.
"I didn't mean to-" he started, then stopped, shaking his head slightly. "No. That's not true."
He went silent. His throat bobbed as he swallowed.
"I meant it." he admitted. The words hung there between you... no alcohol now.
Just Niki being completely honest.
Your breath hitched at his confession. He looked at you in complete sincerity. For a moment, he seemed almost unsure what to do with your silence.
"Say something..." he murmured.
You took a breath, trying not to smile. You liked seeing him a little nervous.
"You remember everything?" you asked quietly.
"Yeah... enough"
"I wasn't joking last night..." he added, softer.
That made the air between you feel different. He shifted slightly, sitting up a bit more now, though still close enough that neither of you had created real distance.
"I just didn't know how to say it without..." he hesitated, exhaling through his nose. "Without everything else getting in the way." His fingers flexed once against the bedsheet, like he was grounding himself.
"But I think you already knew."
You couldn't hold it in anymore. You broke into a fit of giggles.
Niki blushed.
"Stop."
"You're so serious right now."
"I'm not." he said immediately.
"You are."
"I'm not."
That only made you laugh harder. Niki groaned under his breath, turning slightly away like he was considering disappearing into the mattress.
"Look at me." you said suddenly.
He froze. Just for a second.
Then he slowly turned his head back toward you. He was still red.
"...What." he whispered.
You smiled at him. And the teasing faded a little at the edges.
"Hi" you said softly.
Niki stared at you.
Then exhaled, the tension in his shoulders easing again...just a bit.
"...Hi" he murmured back.
"Niki..."
He tensed at the way you said his name. You shifted closer to him without even thinking about it.
"Yeah?"
"I didn't think about leaving once yesterday." You smiled. "... I don't think I ever really did."
His eyes flickered. Like that didn't fully register at first. You swallowed once, then continued before you could talk yourself out of it. "And last night wasn't just you."
Niki didn't interrupt.
So you didn't stop.
"I didn't push you away..." you said, voice lower now. " because I didn't want to."
"And I think... I feel the same way you do." You confessed.
Niki blinked once.
Slowly.
"...You do?" he asked, barely above a whisper.
You nodded.
"Yeah." you said. "I do."
For a second, he didn't move at all.
Then his hand shifted closer to yours again, careful, like he was afraid the moment would disappear if he touched it wrong.
And when he finally spoke, his voice was softer than anything you'd heard from him before.
"...Say it again," he murmured.
" I love you. "
"Again."
"Niki I love y-"
You didn't even get to finish your sentence.
Niki cut you off, pulling you into a heated kiss. like he couldn't hold himself back anymore. He was being anything but careful.
You shifted without thinking, driven more by instinct than intention, and ended up straddling his lap as the kiss deepened. The change in position pulled a low sound from him... half surprise, half something darker and more unguarded. His hands tightened at your waist immediately, steadying you like he wasn't about to let you slip away, even for a second. There was a brief pause where you both seemed to register what had just happened... but it didn't last.
Not when he was looking at you like that.
Not when you were already this close.
He pulled you back in, slower this time, but not less intense. Your fingers curled into his shirt as the world narrowed down to nothing but him, the heat between you, and the way neither of you seemed interested in stopping.
"You feel like a fucking dream." he muttered, voice low and unsteady. And then he kissed you again before you could even process it.
Not gently.
His teeth caught your bottom lip, not painful, but enough to send an electric pulse straight through you... before he softened the pressure, turning it into something more deliberate. Like he was trying to pull you closer in every possible way at once. His hand slid higher on your waist, anchoring you against him. The kiss deepened again, messy with urgency, with heat that neither of you were bothering to temper anymore. When he finally pulled back just enough to breathe, his forehead hovered near yours, his grip still firm like he was afraid you might disappear if he let go.
"I need you so badly." He whispered out of breath.
"You have me." you said softly.
"Stay then."
You lifted a hand, brushing lightly against his cheek.
"I'm not going anywhere." you said.
Niki closed his eyes for a brief second at that, like the words hit somewhere deeper than he expected. When he opened them again, he didn't look uncertain anymore. He kissed you one more time... softer than earlier, before his hand came up gently, fingertips brushing your cheek like he was still getting used to the fact that you were actually there, that this wasn't something he was going to wake up from and lose.
"...We should thank Heeseung..." Niki said suddenly.
You frowned. "Why?"
He hesitated, then nodded toward the situation between you.
"...For whatever this is."
You laughed softly. "You mean you panicking and confessing?"
Niki groaned. "Don't ruin it."
But he was smiling too.
"So... what are we now?"
Niki stared at you for a second, then let out a quiet breath.
"...In trouble" he said.
You blinked. "That's not an answer."
He finally looked at you properly, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
"You want the serious one?"
You nodded.
His fingers tightened slightly around yours.
"We'll figure it out..." he said. "But you're not going anywhere."
Thank you @opheliarae for the tag!
Post 13 songs that you've had on repeat lately! I think you all know by now that my music taste can be all over the place, so let's see what we've got
Cains of Love - Charli xcx
Dirty Prudes Must Die - from Nerdy Prudes Must Die
Gravity - from Hazbin Hotel
Drop Dead - Olivia Rodrigo
Always Everywhere - Charli xcx
The Loneliest Time - Carly Rae Jepsen
My Own Worst Enemy - Lit
Good Luck, Babe! - Chappell Roan
Unwritten - Natasha Bedingfield
No One Is Alone - from Into The Woods
No One Else - from The Great Comet
Evermore - from Beauty and the Beast
Just Like Heaven - The Cure
No pressure tags: @melodymunson, @spider-starry, @silent-stories, @ajokeformur-ray
thank you for the tag ren! idk if i have thirteen songs. not in order
filter by jimin
popular by aklesso and sam rivera
like jennie by jennie
your eyes tell by bts
priorities by riders
ez by kb
oh the cross by upperroom
crazy about you by tauren wells
134340 by bts
from the start by laufey
lost in paradise by ali and aklo
american money by borns
so what bts
tagging : @akaashiit @toorubae @jakeyzzz @cttelina
omg thanks for the tag I love doing these !!! š¤
1. elephant by tame impala
2. cannock chase by labi siffre
3. lover, you shouldāve come over by jeff buckley
4. 505 by artic monkeys
5. chihiro by billie eilish
6. karma police by radiohead
7. under the mat by sombr
8. kgb by adƩla
9. loser by tame impala
10. shakinā off the rust by the blue stones
11. left behind by slipknot
12. come a little closer by cage the elephant
13. dog by charlotte lawrence
tagging : @sunoo-bby and @leiclerc !!! (& anyone who wants to join )
surprise!
fluff! - jay x f!reader oneshot
masterlist
( a/n: happy jay day! <3 )
warnings - { mentions of pregnancy, mentions of alcohol, mentions of being drunk, making out, kissing, hugging, mentions of marriage, cuddling } - wc : I have no idea tbh
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āI have two things to tell youā¦ā you murmured softly after hours of talking on FaceTime. Your voice carried a slight tremble. āOne good⦠and one bad. Which one do you want first?ā
Jayās lips curved into a small smile, but his eyes searched your face through the screen, sensing something underneath your tone. āThe good oneā¦ā he said gently. āI donāt think my heart can handle the bad one yet.ā
You let out a quiet breath, glancing down at your hands as your fingers twisted together. āOkay⦠soā¦ā You hesitated, then looked back up at him, a shy smile forming. āMy sister is having a baby.ā
For a second, Jay just stared, then his entire face lit up.
āWait, seriously?ā he laughed, his eyes shining. āY/N, thatās incredible. Youāre going to be an aunt!!ā His voice softened. āYouāll be amazing.ā
Your heart fluttered at the warmth in his voice. āYou think so?ā
āI know so!ā he said without hesitation, his gaze steady, affectionate. āAny kid would be lucky to have you as their aunt.ā
Your smile grew, but it didnāt last long. The weight in your chest returned.
Jay noticed immediately.
āā¦Whatās wrong?ā he asked quietly. āThatās not the only thing, is it?ā
You swallowed, your throat suddenly dry. āNo⦠itās not.ā
His expression shifted. āOkayā¦ā he said carefully. āTell me.ā
You took a breath that felt too heavy for your lungs. āI⦠donāt think I can come to your birthday party tonight.ā
Silence.
It stretched between you, fragile and suffocating.
Jay blinked, like he hadnāt heard you properly. āWhat?ā
āI have to help my sisterā¦ā you continued, your voice softer now, almost apologetic. āThereās so much going on, and she really needs me. Iām probably going to be busy all dayā¦ā
You couldnāt finish.
Because the look on his faceā¦it shattered something inside you.
His smile disappeared completely, his eyes dropping for a moment before he forced himself to look back at you. āA-Are you sure?ā he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. āI mean⦠you could come later, or even just for a little while-ā
āI canātā¦ā you said gently, even though it hurt to say it. āIām so sorry, Jay.ā
He nodded slowly, like he was trying to convince himself more than you. āRight⦠yeah. Of course.ā He let out a quiet, shaky breath. āYour sister needs you. Family comes first.ā
The words sounded right, but the way his voice cracked at the end made your chest tighten.
He looked away for a second, blinking a little too quickly. You knew that look. He was trying not to cry.
And that made it so much worse.
āI was just really excited to see youā¦ā he admitted. āItās been a while.ā
Your heart clenched. āI know⦠I wanted to be there. I really did.ā
āI know you didā¦ā he said quickly, as if he didnāt want you to feel guilty. But the sadness lingered.
Another silence fell.
Finally, Jay straightened slightly, forcing a small smile that didnāt quite reach his eyes. āI should probably goā¦ā he said. āIāve got stuff to set up.ā
You nodded, even though you didnāt want the call to end like this. āYeah⦠okay.ā
He hesitated, just for a second. Then⦠āI love you, Y/N.ā
Your expression softened immediately. āI love you moreā¦ā you whispered. āAnd⦠happy birthday. Please try to have fun, okay? For me.ā
He gave a faint nod, his gaze lingering on you like he didnāt want to let go. āIāll try.ā
You both smiledā¦small, fragile smiles.
āByeā¦ā he said quietly.
āByeā¦ā
Then the screen went dark.
Jay buried his face in his hands, exhaling as his fingers moved up to massage his temples. The room felt quiet.
Being in a long-distance relationship was never easyā¦but tonight it felt unbearable.
Having you at his party wouldāve meant everything. It wouldāve been enough. More than enough. Just seeing you, hearing your laugh in the same room instead of through a screen⦠that alone wouldāve made it the best birthday heād ever had.
But you werenāt there.
And the thought settled heavily in his chest.
His phone buzzed suddenly, breaking the silence.
Jay blinked, lowering his hands as he glanced at the screen. Your name lit up in a new message.
His heart skipped.
Without thinking, he opened it.
A link.
He frowned slightly at first, but then he tapped it.
A playlist.
And the moment his eyes landed on the title, something in him softened completely.
āTo the Person I Love the Most.ā
Jay let out a quiet, breathless laugh, his lips curving into a smile he couldnāt hold back even if he tried. āYou idiotā¦ā he murmured affectionately, shaking his head.
He tapped play.
The first song started, and almost instantly, it wrapped around him like your arms used to.
As he scrolled through the playlist, his cheeks warmed, a faint blush creeping in. Every song⦠every single one⦠felt like a piece of you. Like a confession hidden in melodies and lyrics.
Some made him think of late-night calls that lasted until sunrise.
Others reminded him of the way you laughed at the smallest things, or how your voice softened when you said his name.
And some⦠some just felt like love. Pure, overwhelming love.
Jay leaned back, staring at the screen as the music filled the room, no longer feeling quite as empty.
It wasnāt the same as having you there.
But somehow⦠it felt like you were a little closer.
His smile softened, eyes glistening faintly as he whispered to himself, āI miss youā¦ā
However, there was one thing Jay didnāt know.
You had tricked him.
Right now, you werenāt far awayā¦you were in a hotel room just minutes from his house, standing in front of the mirror, getting ready for his party.
And yes⦠the guilt was lowkey eating at you alive.
Because you hadnāt just lied once.
Youād lied twice.
Earlier, when he asked where you were, you told him you were at your grandmaās house.
But despite the guilt, your heart raced with excitement. You were finally going to see him again.
God, you missed him.
And he missed you just as much.
Meanwhile, Jayās house was anything but quiet.
Music blasted through the speakers, his friends shouting lyrics at the top of their lungs, laughter echoing off the walls. The whole place was alive, yet somehowā¦
It still felt empty.
Jay sat slouched on the couch, barely paying attention.
He couldnāt stop thinking about you.
āI miss her, Sunghoonā¦ā he admitted quietly, not even looking up. āI wanted her to be here so bad.ā
Sunghoon sat down beside him, a soft, knowing smile on his lips as he rested a hand on Jayās shoulder. āShe probably misses you just as muchā¦ā he said gently. āTrust me⦠I think youāll see her sooner than you think.ā
Jay frowned slightly, confusedā¦but before he could question it-
āYO, JAY!ā Jake shouted from across the room. āGet over here! Weāve got your birthday cake!ā
A few moments later, Jay found himself wearing a ridiculous pink birthday crown, the kind meant for little kids, while everyone sang terribly off-key. Heeseung carefully lit the candle, trying not to laugh.
Jay couldnāt help itā¦he laughed too, clapping along despite everything.
āGo on, man!ā Jake grinned. āBlow it out and make a wish!ā
Jay closed his eyes.
And of course his wish was you.
He blew out the candle.
Cheers erupted.
And then⦠the doorbell rang.
Everyone froze for a second, glancing at each other.
Sunghoon let out a quiet giggle. āI wonder who that could beā¦ā
Jay narrowed his eyes. āWhy are you all acting so weird?ā
Still, he made his way to the door, curiosity building with every step.
He opened it⦠and everything stopped.
āY/Nā¦?ā His voice came out breathless. āWhat-ā
āSurprise, my loveā¦ā you laughed softly.
Before he could process it, you threw your arms around him.
Jay caught you instantly, holding you like you might disappear if he didnāt. His grip tightened, burying his face into your neck.
āI missed you so muchā¦ā he mumbled, his voice trembling as he pressed soft kisses along your skin.
You cupped his cheeks gently, lifting his face toward yours before kissing him slowly.
And he melted.
Completely.
He didnāt even let you pull away, chasing your lips like heād been starving for them.
Behind you, the boys exchanged looks of exaggerated disgust.
āI swearā¦ā Sunghoon muttered to Heeseung, āif I ever act like this, youāre allowed to slap me.ā
Heeseung snorted, trying not to laugh.
But you and Jay didnāt notice.
Nothing else existed.
āThank you for comingā¦ā Jay whispered against your lips. āI love you.ā
You smiled softly. āThen kiss me again.ā
Before he could obeyā¦
Ahem.
You both turned to see three very unimpressed faces staring at you.
You laughed, slipping out of Jayās arms, pulling him inside with you. You greeted the boys warmly, hugging each of them.
āItās been too longā¦ā Heeseung smiled.
āIt really has.ā you agreed.
Then, leaning slightly, you whispered just loud enoughā¦
āThanks for not telling him.ā
Jayās eyes widened. āWait, they knew?!ā
You just grinned.
The room filled with laughter.
āWellā¦ā Jake stretched, grabbing his jacket, āI think we should leave you two alone now. Mission accomplished.ā
After a round of teasing and goodbyes, the house finally fell quiet.
The moment the door closed, Jay reached for your hand, lacing his fingers with yours as he led you to his room.
It felt so⦠him. It felt familiar.
You sat on his bed, breathing in his scent like youād been deprived of it.
āWant some wine?ā he asked softly.
āOh of courseā you smiled.
He returned moments later, handing you a glass before sitting beside you. Your fingers brushed, sending a quiet spark through both of you.
āI got you something,ā you said.
Jay shook his head softly. āYou being here is already enough.ā
āShhā¦ā you smiled. āClose your eyes.ā
You carefully placed the necklace in his hand.
When he opened his eyes, his breath caught.
āItās from the first rose you gave me,ā you explained softly. āI kept it.ā
Jay stared at it, completely overwhelmed.
āYou kept itā¦?ā he whispered. āThatās the sweetest thing ever.ā
āI love you.ā he added, pulling you closer and kissing you deeply.
The kiss was slow, warm, and filled with everything you couldnāt say earlier.
He pulled back only for a second, just to kiss you againā¦. And again.
Like he couldnāt get enough.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, smiling into the kiss as his hands rested gently at your waist.
When you finally pulled back, your foreheads touched.
āYou make me so happyā¦ā he whispered.
Your heart skipped.
āI thinkā¦ā he continued softly, āI want everything with you. A life. A future⦠all of it.ā
You silenced him with a gentle kiss, smiling against his lips.
He laughed quietly, laying you down as he rested his head against your chest, holding you close like he never wanted to let go.
āI love you.ā you whispered, running your fingers through his hair.
āI love you moreā¦ā he murmured. āJust⦠stay with me. Always.ā
āI promise.ā
He pressed a soft kiss to your hand, closing his eyes.
ā Well then ā¦I guess my birthday wish came true.ā
hi
Iāll never stop writing about heeseung btw
*clears throat* couNtrY roAds takE me hOme to thE plAcE i beLonG
and to anyone who mass reported his account, i hope you realize all youāre doing is causing him and the members more pain. yall are so far gone youāve become antis and donāt even realize it.
this is so true :(
love me harder ą³ą¼*
jake x f!reader headcanonā¦
angst!/fluff!
masterlist!
( a/n! : this is a repost !!! currently editing all my old stories cuz I donāt like them anymore š„¹ )
warnings! - { crying, jake is being cheated on, toxic relationship, best friends to lovers trope, swearing, sex, mdni! , kissing, making out, swearing, mentions of throwing up }
Two years ago, Jake fell in love with a girl from school named Dallia. She had a kind of beauty that seemed to draw everyone inā¦her vivid green eyes, her long brown flowing hair, her bright effortless smile. But it wasnāt just how she lookedā¦it was her warmth, her laughter, the way her presence seemed to light up every room she walked into.
Like so many others, Jake found himself captivated by her appearance. But what began as admiration slowly deepened into something more. He couldnāt stop thinking about herā¦the way she spoke, the way she laughed, the way she made everything feel a little lighter.
He started doing small things, things he hoped she might notice. Writing her letters he never quite knew how to give. Bringing her flowers, sometimes awkwardly, sometimes without a word.
And along the way, admiration turned into something more. He had a huge crush on her⦠and it became impossible to ignore.
Only a few months later, he made her fall in love with him too.
Jake could hardly believe itā¦that the girl he had dreamed about actually felt the same way. Being with her felt unreal. The way she held his hand, the way she leaned into him, the way she made love to him, the quiet moments they shared togetherā¦it all felt like something out of a dream he never wanted to wake up from.
He asked her, half joking but half serious, to promise she would never leave him. And she did. Because she loved himā¦deeply, completely, in a way that matched his own feelings.
Then one day, she met you.
You were Jakeās best friend. Before Dallia came into his life, it had always been the two of youā¦spending every day together, talking about everything and nothing. When he started dating her, things changed a little. He talked about her constantlyā¦sometimes more than you could keep up with, but you didnāt really mind.
Because he was happy. Happier than you had ever seen him.
And somehow, that made you happy too.
The way his face lit up whenever he mentioned her, the way his voice softened without him even realizing, it made something click for you. It showed you just how deeply he loved her.
And somewhere in the back of your mind it made you wonder what it must feel like to be loved like that.
However, when Jake finally introduced you to Dallia, something felt off.
You had expected warmth, maybe even excitementā¦after all you were important to him. But instead, she barely acknowledged you. Her eyes lingered a little too long. You could sense some kind of jealousy. And the whole time, she stayed close to Jakeā¦closer than necessary, holding onto him as if she needed to make something clear.
When Jake excused himself to go to the restroom, the air between you and Dallia turned heavy. The silence stretched, uncomfortable and sharp, until you finally broke it.
You tried to reassure her, keeping your voice calm. You explained that you had no intention of coming between them..that you and Jake were just close friends, nothing more. There was no competition, no hidden feelings whatsoever.
But she didnāt respond.
She didnāt argue, didnāt question youā¦didnāt even look at you. Instead, she pulled out her phone and started tapping away at some random game, as if you werenāt even there. She was being unnecessarily rude.
And when Jake returned, she slipped right back into his side like nothing had happened.
He sat back down beside Dallia, leaning in to press a quick kiss to her lips.
Even though she had made it painfully clear she didnāt want you thereā¦didnāt want you around him at all, you still managed a smile. Because Jake was happy. And for you, that had always been enough.
At least thatās what you told yourself.
But things didnāt stay that simple.
Over time, something shifted. What once seemed like love started to feel⦠heavier. Tighter. Like it was closing in around him.
Then one day, you got a message from Jake.
It was short. It was dry, and it was not like him.
He told you that Dallia didnāt want him to hang out with you anymore. That she didnāt like how close the two of you were. That she wanted him to stop talking to you altogetherā¦because, as he put it, she wanted to be the only girl in his life.
Reading it didnāt just hurt. It felt wrong.
Not because of what she wanted, but because of how easily something so important, something that had always mattered, was suddenly being pushed aside. It made you feel sick.
Jake believed Dallia was flawlessā¦but eventually he found the crack in that illusion.
Her jealousy.
Still, he was so deeply in love with her that it blurred everything else. It made him overlook things he normally wouldnāt, made him bend in ways he never had before. Loving her meant keeping her happy, and keeping her happy meant doing what she asked for.
Even if that meant losing you.
He felt guilty about it. You could tell, even through the distance. You had been his best friend, the person who was always there. Walking away from that wasnāt easy for him.
But neither was the thought of losing her.
And somehow⦠you couldnāt even be angry at him.
Because you understood. You had seen the way he loved her⦠the way it consumed him, the way it made everything else seem smaller in comparison. Maybe if you had felt something like that for someone, you wouldāve done the same.
Still, there was a quiet fear you couldnāt shake. Not for yourselfā¦but for him. The way things were going, the way she held onto him so tightly⦠it didnāt feel right. It didnāt feel safe.
And thatās what scared you the most.
So you sent him one last message.
You told him that no matter what happened, no matter how much time passed, no matter how far apart you grew⦠you would always be there for him.
Always.
After that⦠silence.
And for a long time, you didnāt hear from him
He couldnāt even look at you at school anymore. Every time your paths crossed, his eyes would drift away, guilt written all over his face. He couldnāt bring himself to speak to you⦠not even to say thank you for your last message.
And then, only a few days later⦠everything changed.
Jake moved into Dalliaās apartment after just one month of dating. It was fast⦠too fast. But to him, it felt right. Being close to her all the time, waking up next to her, falling asleep with her in his arms⦠it felt like everything he had ever wanted.
Until five days ago.
That evening, he was on his way home from the gym. His body was sore, his mind tired, but he still stopped by a store to pick up a few things before heading back. Like always, he texted Dallia, asking if she needed anything.
No reply.
At first, he didnāt think much of it. But as minutes passed, something uneasy started creeping in. A strange, heavy feeling settled in his stomachā¦one he couldnāt quite explain, but couldnāt ignore either.
So he hurried.
The closer he got to the apartment, the worse the feeling became. By the time he stood in front of the door, keys in hand, he already knewā¦something was wrong.
As soon as he stepped inside, he heard it.
Muffled sounds coming from the bedroom. His heart dropped. Because he recognized those sounds almost immediately.
His heart started racing.
He slowly moved down the hallway. Each step felt heavier than the last, his pulse pounding louder in his ears. His hand trembled slightly as he reached the door⦠the same door that had once felt like the entrance to something safe.
He took a deep breath, and pushed it open.
What he saw next made his heart drop to his feet.
Dallia was cheating on him with a guy he didnāt even recognize. He was on top of her, fucking her in the same bed Jake would always sleep in with the girl he loved so much. And she seemed to enjoy it. Jake wanted to throw up.
For a moment, he couldnāt process what he was seeing. The world seemed to stop, the air knocked out of his lungs. A wave of nausea hit him so suddenly he thought he might collapse. He wanted to shout, to demand answers, to let all the pain explode out of him⦠but he couldnāt move.
He was frozen.
His mind went blank, and his voice gone. All he could feel was his heart breaking⦠shattering into pieces so small he didnāt think they could ever be put back together.
Tears streamed down his face before he even realized he was crying.
Maybe people were right.
Sometimes, the one you love the most is the one who hurts you the deepest.
A quiet sob escaped him, and thatās when it happened.
His eyes met hers.
Dalliaās expression changed instantly. Shock. Panic. She pushed the other guy off her, scrambling to cover herself as everything fell apart in seconds.
āJakeā¦please, let me explainā¦ā she pleaded.
But Jake just shook his head slowly, disbelief written all over his face.
āThereās nothing to explain, Dalliaā he said, his voice breaking under the weight of it all. āYou cheated on me.ā
She rushed toward him, wrapping herself in a blanket, her face full of something that almost looked like regret. She reached out, trying to touch him⦠his cheek, his face, anything.
But he pulled back, gently pushing her hand away.
Not out of anger.
Out of hurt.
āI donāt want to hear it.ā he whispered, shaking his head again. āItās over, Dallia.ā
The words felt unreal coming out of his mouth, but they were the only thing that made sense.
Still crying, he grabbed his gym bag and shoved whatever he could into it without thinking. His hands trembled, his chest tightened with every breath.
And then he left.
He walked out of the apartment⦠the place that once felt like home, now nothing more than a memory stained with betrayal.
And what he did next⦠was the one thing he never thought he would do.
The one thing that made him feel incredibly guilty.
He took out his phone and dialed your number.
For a moment, there was only ringing ⦠each tone making his chest tighten more. And then you picked up.
The second you heard him, you knew something was wrong.
His breathing was uneven. The only sound coming through the line was quiet, uncontrollable sobbing.
āJakey?ā your voice softened instantly. āWhat happened? Where are you?ā
He tried to speak, but it barely came out between breaths. āCan I⦠please come over?ā
Without hesitation, you answered, āYes, of course. Please hurry up⦠itās going to start raining. I donāt want you to get sick.ā
And just like that, something in him cracked a little further⦠but in a different way this time.
Relief.
Not because things were okay.
But because someone still cared.
You.
He didnāt even fully remember the walk over. The streets felt blurry, the air too cold, his thoughts too loud. All he knew was that he kept moving, step after step, pulled forward by the only place that suddenly felt safe.
When he finally reached your building, he stood there for a moment, but this time not from shock.
From exhaustion.
He knocked a few times, and then the door opened.
There you were.
And the moment you saw him ⦠puffy eyes, tear-streaked face, shaking hands, you didnāt ask questions. You just stepped aside immediately, letting him in like it was the most natural thing in the world.
He almost collapsed into your arms the moment you opened the door.
All the strength he had been holding onto on the way over finally gave out. He felt exhausted⦠emotionally drained in a way that made his whole body heavy, like he could barely stand on his own anymore.
Without a word, you wrapped your arms around him, steadying him instantly.
You took the bag from his shoulder and guided him inside, leading him carefully to the couch. He sank down onto it like his legs had stopped working entirely.
āDo you want to talk about what happened?ā you asked gently.
Your hand moved to his back, tracing soft circles meant to calm him. He leaned into the touch almost immediately, like heād been holding himself together just to get here.
āI caught her cheating on meā he whispered.
And then his voice broke again.
Fresh tears spilled over, and all the pain he had been trying to contain came crashing back. His breathing turned uneven, his shoulders shaking as he tried, and failed, to stop himself from falling apart.
Your eyes widened in shock.
You hadnāt expected that. Not like this.
Without hesitation, you pulled him closer, guiding him into your chest and holding him tightly. He didnāt resist⦠he couldnāt. He clung to you like you were the only stable thing left in his world.
And in that moment, it was clear he needed it.
Seeing him like this hurt more than you expected. It wasnāt just sadness, it was anger too. Anger at her for breaking him like this. For destroying the way he trusted and loved.
And beneath that⦠something heavier.
A quiet, painful thought you couldnāt fully push away. You felt guilty. Even tho you knew it was stupid to feel guilty.
Maybe you should have been more present. Maybe you should have fought harder to stay in his life. Maybe you shouldnāt have let distance, or anyone else come between you so easily.
But none of that mattered now.
Because right now, Jake wasnāt thinking about the past.
He was just holding onto you, trying not to hyperventilate.
āEverything will be okay, I promiseā you whispered softly.
You leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to the crown of his head. Jake let out a shaky breath, almost like the touch alone was enough to keep him from falling apart completely.
āIām so sorry for everything, Y/Nā he said suddenly. His voice was shaky
You immediately shook your head, shushing him before he could continue.
āDonāt be sorryā you said quietly. āI understand every decision you made. Youāre my best friend, remember? Iām never going to let you down.ā
Your voice trembled slightly at the end, emotion tightening your throat. Your eyes glistened as you looked at him, really looked at him⦠seeing just how broken he had become in such a short time.
Minutes passed.
His breathing slowly evened out.
And eventually, Jake fell asleep in your arms, exhaustion finally overtaking him. Tear stains still clung to his cheeks, and his face remained tense even in rest, like his mind hadnāt fully let go of the pain yet.
You stayed still, careful not to wake him up.
For a long moment, you just watched him.
The way his lashes rested against his flushed skin. The way his lips were still slightly parted, swollen from crying. The faint marks of everything he had just survived still visible on his face.
Quietly, you reached up and wiped away a stray tear that had slipped down his cheek even in sleep.
And then you froze⦠just for a second.
Because even like this⦠even shattered and exhausted in your arms⦠he still felt painfully close. He was still your Jake. And you knew he didnāt mean to hurt you⦠he didnāt want to leave. It was all her fault.
One year laterā¦
Jake was finally healed.
With your help, he had gone back to Dalliaās apartment one last time, collected his things, and handed her a quiet goodbye letter he never intended to argue over.
And when he walked out of that place for the final time, he didnāt look back. Not even one second. He left her completely dumbfounded.
Instead, he moved in with you.
From that point on, life slowly turned out to be so much better.
You spent your days together⦠going out for dinner, playing basketball even though you could barely hit the hoop, late night walks where you talked about everything and nothing. And your absolute favorite⦠laser tag with your friends, where you both acted like competitive kids all over again.
Somewhere along the way, something shifted.
It wasnāt sudden. It wasnāt dramatic.
It was quiet. Natural
You and Jake fell in love.
Deeply.
He never compared it to anything from his past⦠not out loud, not even in his thoughts he allowed himself to dwell on. Because what he had with you didnāt feel like something to measure. It felt like something new.
With you, he could breathe.
You were both curled up in bed under the covers, laughing softly at something silly neither of you could even remember anymore. The room felt safe. And neither of you wanted to leave.
Jake looked at you for a long moment, his thumb gently brushing your cheek.
āYouāre my favorite personā he said quietly, smiling against your lips.
You leaned in, your forehead almost touching his. āWell, youāre mine, Jakey.ā
His smile softened.
āMineā¦ā he whispered. Not possessive, but certain in the way people say something when they know theyāve found where they belong.
You shifted closer, pressing a gentle kiss to his temple, your hand resting against his chest like you wanted to make sure he was real.
āJake?ā you murmured.
āHmm?ā
He traced slow, absent patterns against your skin beneath the fabric of your shirt, completely present with you.
You smiled softly.
āI love you.ā you whispered.
For a moment, he just looked at you⦠really looked at you.
And then he leaned in, closing the space between you in a slow, tender kiss that felt like a promise neither of you needed to say out loud.
The kiss started slow, like he was still learning that he was allowed to have this. Allowed to feel something that didnāt hurt.
But it didnāt stay gentle for long.
It deepened gradually, like neither of you could help it. Like something in the silence between your breaths had finally snapped into place. His hand slid slightly against your cheek, steadying you as if you might disappear if he let go.
You responded immediately, pulling him closer without thinking.
The kiss grew heavier, like every emotion he had ever held back was finally finding somewhere to go.
Jake exhaled softly against your lips, almost like he didnāt realize he had been holding his breath. His forehead brushed yours for a brief second before he kissed you again, slightly firmer this time.
His hand shifted from your cheek to the back of your neck, pulling you in just enough to close every remaining space between you. Not forcefully, never that⦠but like he simply needed you closer to breathe properly.
When you finally broke apart for a moment, it wasnāt distance.
It was just enough space to breathe.
His eyes stayed on yours the entire time.
āYou feel like homeā he whispered, voice low and rough with emotion he didnāt try to hide.
And then he kissed you again.
Slower this time.
Deeper in a way that didnāt ask for anything, except one thingā¦
āMake love to me.ā you whispered.
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jake x f!reader headcanon
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angst/fluff! šāؾš¢Ö“ą»
(a/n! : this is a repost !!! I changed it a little since I didnāt like the original version anymoreā¦)
warnings! - { swearing, crying, friends with benefits trope, kissing, making out } wc : about 1k ?
āY/N, please!! just open fucking the door. Iām sorry, okay?!ā Jake shouted from outside your house, pounding on the door again and again. He was frustrated.
You and Jake got into a pretty heated argument a few days ago, and you havenāt spoken since.
Your relationship with Jake had always been complicated. You werenāt officially together, but you were far more than just friends. He was your first in everything⦠your first kiss, your first time, your first best friend, your first real crush. And yet, somehow, neither of you ever found the courage to put your feelings into words. Maybe you were afraid of ruining what you already had. Maybe you just didnāt know how.
But after the argument, any chance of saying those things felt wrong. Maybe even impossibleā¦
And yet, here you were⦠sitting on the floor of your living room, back pressed against the couch, listening to Jake on the other side of your front door. He was yelling, his voice raw and breaking, his fists hitting the door over and over again. You could hear it clearly nowā¦he was crying.
But so were you.
You were both hurt. And despite everything, you missed each other more than you wanted to admit.
āY/N, pleaseā¦ā His voice cracked. āIām so sorry. I know you can hear me. I didnāt mean to hurt youā¦please, just let me talk to you.ā
His words hung in the air, heavy and aching, seeping through the door that separated you.
You took a deep breath, trying to stop yourself from getting up to open the door. But you couldnāt help it. You needed to talk just as bad as he did. So when you finally opened the door, and your teary eyes met for the first time in a while, you felt your heart racing in your chest. You felt sick.
āY/Nā¦ā Jake whispered, before suddenly pulling you into a tight hug. His clothes were soaked from the rain, but you didnāt pull away. You let him hold you.
āIām so fucking sorry, I promiseā he murmured, his voice shaking. āI didnāt mean what I said.ā
You looked up at him, and gently took his hand. Without a word, you led him toward your bedroom.
āSit down and wait here for a few minutes⦠Iāll get you something dry to wearā you said softly.
But before you could leave, Jake grabbed your wrist and pulled you back.
āCan we⦠please talk first?ā he asked, his eyes searching yours.
You hesitated for a moment, then nodded and sat down beside him on the bed. Jake tried to smile, but it didnāt quite reach his eyes. He looked nervous⦠more vulnerable than youād ever seen him. It scared youā¦
āListenā¦ā he began, his voice unsteady. āI never meant to hurt you. I wish I could explain how much you mean to me. You make me feel things Iāve never felt before, and I donāt even know why I said those things.ā He swallowed hard. āYou deserve better. I think Iām just⦠scared. Of getting hurt.ā
He let out a shaky breath, running a hand through his wet hair.
āAnd I fucking hate talking about my feelings, you know thatā he added with a weak laugh. āBut⦠I think I fell in love with you, Y/N.ā
Your heart stopped.
āThese past few days without you were hellā¦ā he continued, tears slipping down his cheeks. āI really hope I didnāt mess everything up. I hope you can forgive me. I want to spend every day with you⦠but if you donāt feel the same, thatās okay. As long as youāre still in my life.ā
You stared at him, overwhelmed. Instead of answering, your eyes drifted to his lips.
You remembered everything. The way he smiled into your kisses, the way he held you, the way his touch always said more than words ever could. He had always been there for youā¦calling just to hear your voice, bringing you roses, comforting you when you needed it most.
How had you not seen it sooner?
āJake, Iā¦ā you tried, but the words wouldnāt come.
So instead, you showed him.
You cupped his face and pulled him into a deep, desperate kiss.
Jake immediately responded, pulling you onto his lap as your fingers tangled in his damp hair. His hands found your waist, holding you close as the kiss deepened. It was nothing like your previous kisses.
This one felt different.
You could feel itā¦his love, his fear, his hope. And in that moment, you knew he felt yours too.
Jake slowly pulled back, his forehead resting against yours, his breath was uneven.
āI need you to be mine so badlyā he whispered against your lips.
A small smile spread across your face.
āIāll be yours⦠if you kiss me again.ā
He didnāt hesitate.
Jake pulled you right back in, kissing you even deeper this time. You smiled against his lips, and he let out a soft laugh, his eyes shining as he looked at you.
āI think Iād die for youā he said quietly.
You gently cupped his cheeks, brushing away his tears.
āWell⦠I think I love you.ā
Jake smiled, something warm settling in his expression.
āI know I love you.ā he said, before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.
For a moment, everything felt perfect.
Then a mischievous smirk tugged at your lips.
Jake narrowed his eyes slightlyā¦he knew that look. It made him nervous.
āI canāt believe youāre sitting on my bed in your soaking wet clothes⦠with me on your lapā you teased.
He burst out laughing, shaking his head before gently kissing the tip of your nose.
āOkay, okayā¦point takenā he said, starting to stand.
And just like that, somewhere between tears, laughter, and very messy apologies your complicated something turned into something real.
Iām not okay.
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masterlist! jake x f!reader oneshot
(a/n! : this story is inspired by aylivaās new song ārennā ⦠I hope you enjoy ! š„¹)
šā.Ė angst, hurt comfort, fluff !
synopsis! - ( in the aftermath of abuse, Y/N discovers that safety, trust, and love can come from the most unexpected person : Jake. )
warnings! - { domestic violence! , abuse, blood, mentions of throwing up, swearing, crying, panic attack, fighting, kissing } noooot proofread!
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"Get in the car" Carter, your boyfriend said, a smug smile playing on his lips. Something about him felt different that day. Off, but not unpleasant. His touch lingered, gentler than usual, and his voice was softer, almost careful. He stepped forward and opened the car door for you, watching as you slid inside.
It had been a long time since he'd taken you out on a date. Long enough that the idea alone made your chest tighten. Carter didn't do dates... at least not anymore. So the fact that he suddenly wanted to take you out, insisted on it, made you feel almost uneasy. He'd said it was a surprise. He closed the door gently .. a little too gently for his usual behavior and walked around the car without saying another word. The click of his door echoed in the silence that followed.
As the engine started, he reached over and fastened your seatbelt for you. Almost like a real gentleman. His fingers brushed your waist carefully. You flinched. And he noticed. Of course he did...
"Relax"... He said softly, eyes on the road. "I'm being a good boyfriend today."
"Wanna grab some coffee first ?"
"Where are we going Carter ?"
"You'll see. You're gonna like it. Trust me"
You sighed deeply. Trusting him was hard after everything he had done to you. But you didn't have a choice... so you decided to just go with it.
" Alright..."
Carter caressed your thigh, that same smile fixed on his face...the one he'd been wearing all day, like it was carved there. It made you nervous.
He stopped his car next to your favorite coffee shop, before turning toward you.
"The usual ?"
"Yes please. Can I stay in the car ?"
"Of course" He said, placing a lingering kiss on your forehead.
"I'll be fast"
The door closed softly behind him, the sound final in a way that made your shoulders tense. You watched him through the windshield as he crossed the street with his hands in his pockets. The bell above the cafƩ door chimed, then he was gone. You took a deep breath.
You realized how different the car felt without him in it.
It felt safe. It felt quiet.
Then someone unexpectedly knocked on the window, which scared the living shit out of you. When you saw who it was, the tension drained just as fast. It wasn't Carter. It was one of his friends. He smiled when he noticed your reaction, and lifted a hand in a small wave. You didn't really know him. You've only seen him around a few times since he was friends with your boyfriend ... but out of pure curiosity, you rolled the window down.
"I'm really sorry for startling you," he said softly. "I saw Carter heading into the cafƩ and thought I'd come say hi."
"... Hi ?" You said with quiet confusion.
"Ohāright" he said, smiling sheepishly. "I'm Jake. And you must be the girl Carter bought the flowers for?"
You let out a quiet huff, equal parts disbelief and tired amusement.
"I sure hope so..."
By the time you finished your sentence, Carter was already back in the car beside you.
You hadn't even heard the door open.
He handed you your drink without a word, his gaze flicking from Jake to you ... he was observing you closely. The smile was still there.
You barely had time to turn toward him, barely had time to force a smile-
Pain exploded across your cheek.
The sound of the slap was sharp. Carter's hand dropped back to his lap as if nothing had happened, as if he hadn't just struck you in front of someone else.
"If you wanna act like a fucking whore don't do it in my car." He said, voice calmer than ever.
He was smiling wider now.
The biggest smile you'd seen all day.
Jake stared at you, wide-eyed, as you choked back a tear, your hands trembling as you tried to pull yourself together. He could see it... the way you flinched, the hint of fear in your eyes. This wasn't the first time something like this happened.
"What the fuck, Carter?!" he shouted, anger lacing every word.
Carter let out a low chuckle, calm and casual.
"Mind your own business, you bastard."
Before Jake could react, the engine roared to life. Carter acted as if nothing had happened, his hand returned to your cheek, gentle now, wiping away the tear he'd caused. His smile was soft, the same one he'd used all day, as if the slap had never even happened.
" C-Carter..."
"Shhh... I know."
You forced your eyes shut , trying to think of a way to get out of this situation.
"Please drive me home..."
"No, Y/N. We're almost there. I'm sorry but I'm not driving you home right now"
"Where are we going ?"
Carter completely ignored your question, keeping his focus on driving.
And after a few more minutes, he finally stopped his car at a spot that seemed familiar. And when you eventually recognized your surroundings, your heart sank almost immediately. Carter stepped out first, holding the car door open.
"Come on" He said, offering his hand. You hesitated, but eventually took it, letting him guide you along the familiar path. He led you to the same bench where you had sat that day, tears streaming down your face after your first heartbreak. That had been the day Carter first laid eyes on you ... the day everything had changed, though you hadn't known it yet.
"Do you remember this spot ? I remember you sitting here. You were crying..."
You swallowed hard.
"Yeah I know. I remember."
He stepped closer, brushing a strand of hair from your face, his touch impossibly gentle. "You looked so lost" he said, eyes tracing your features like he was memorizing them again. "I immediately knew... I wanted you."
You felt sick to your stomach. The words should have been sweet, but with him, they weren't. All you could remember was him slapping you earlier. You could still slightly feel the faint, unpleasant sting on your cheek. Carter forced your gaze to meet his by cupping your face, before pulling you into a kiss. And you had no choice but to pretend it meant something.
You wanted to throw up. You wanted to leave. Immediately.
You gently pulled away to look at him.
"Carter..."
"Yes, babe ?"
You cringed at the nickname.
" I really need you to take me home."
He scoffed.
" Alright. Get in the car then..."
You forced a smile, thanking him quietly.
"Ungrateful piece of shit." he mumbled under his breath, not loud enough for you to hear.
The entire drive home was rather quiet, which you secretly enjoyed. You were tired. To your surprise, Carter didn't argue or insist on staying over. He pulled up in front of your house and let you out without a word, his usual theatrics strangely absent. The only thing he said before driving off was a quick "love you."
It almost sounded like he meant it. But after everything, it felt hollow. You watched the car disappear down the street, heart still pounding, unsure whether to feel relief or dread.
You opened your bedroom door and didn't bother to stand any longer than necessary. Your body collapsed onto the soft mattress, and the second you hit it, you broke down. Tears streamed down your face, carrying all the fear, exhaustion, and helplessness you'd been holding in. You couldn't believe this was actually your life.
"What the fuck?" you spat at yourself, the words tearing out of you because you didn't know where else to put the rage. It burned too hot to sit quietly in your chest.
You were furious. Ashamed. So deeply disappointed in yourself it made your throat ache. You'd let someone hurt you again and again. And the worst part was knowing that if you stayed silent, if you did nothing, it would happen again.
The realization settled heavy and cold.
This wasn't a bad day.
This was a pattern.
And for the first time, the thought wasn't just terrifying... it was unbearable. You screamed into your pillow, muffling the sound but not the pain behind it. You didn't care if anyone heard you anymore. Maybe you even hoped they would. Maybe someone would knock on your door and ask the one question you were too afraid to say out loud.
The thought lingered, fragile and aching, as your grip tightened around the fabric and the sobs finally wore you out.
"Please," you whispered. "Please, God... help me."
You didn't even know why the words came out like that. You'd never believed in him...not really. But desperation had a way of stripping you bare, of reaching for anything that might listen. And right then, you needed someone to hear you.
Because you couldn't do this alone anymore.
And that's when your phone rang.
Unknown Number.
Your breath caught in your throat.
With trembling fingers you unlocked your phone.
? : Hey it's Jake...
Your eyes widened.
Jake : I hope this isn't a bad time. I just wanted to make sure you made it home safely.
Your chest tightened. Of all moments, right after your prayer, right after you'd begged the universe for help,this was what answered.
Another message appeared almost immediately.
Jake : You don't have to reply if it's not safe.
Jake : I just wanted you to know you're not alone.
For the first time that day you felt hope. You didn't even know how he got your number, but at that moment you couldn't care less.
After staring at your screen for a moment you started typing, your fingers shaking.
Y/N : Hey. I'm okay... thank you for checking in. Means so much more than you know.
Jake : Please text me if you need anything. Or call me. I don't mind. I just need you to be safe, okay ?
Y/N : Thank you, Jake. Genuinely.
You put your phone aside, taking a deep breath in. You kept telling yourself Jake was gonna be the one to help you get out of this whole situation. You didn't know if that was true, maybe it was wishful thinking but for the first time in a while you let yourself imagine a way out.
Maybe... just maybe, Carter slapping you in front of Jake was the best thing that could have happened. Maybe, for the first time, his biggest mistake had given you a glimpse of a way out.
For the first time, hope didn't feel impossible. It felt fragile. But it was there. And sometimes, fragile was enough.
Jake sat alone in his room, mind spinning with ways to get you out of that hell. He had no idea his friend was that much of an asshole.
It was so obvious to him ... he had to help you.
There was no debate. The fact that you barely knew each other didn't matter to him. It never had. All that mattered was that you were trapped, scared and alone. And he couldn't just watch and do nothing. He pulled out a notebook and began listing everything he could think of.
safe places
trusted friends
hidden exits
backup plans
Every idea made his chest tighten, but he kept going. Every step made him feel a little closer to helping you.
Somewhere across town, you were probably all alone. And he was planning, silently promising himself that he wouldn't let you face him alone again.
You were still on your bed, the glow of your phone screen illuminating the tear tracks on your cheeks. You opened your notes app and began typing ideas, tentative and cautious.
safe places to talk.
act when Carter isn't paying attention.
code words if I'm scared.
Suddenly your phone buzzed, making you jump. Another message from Jake appeared on your screen...
Jake : I've been thinking... I might have a way to help you, but you need to trust me. Can you meet Carter somewhere tomorrow ?
Your stomach twisted. Meet him ? Alone again ? You hesitated, fingers hovering over the screen.
Jake : I'll be there. Not obvious, you won't see me but I promise I'll be close. I'll make sure nothing happens to you. You just need to play along. Can you do that for me ?
You choked back a tear. You were scared.
Y/N : How will I know you're actually there ??
You typed.
Jake : I'll leave a small mark you can see. Something only you will notice. That's your signal. You'll only have to tell me where he wants to meet...
Y/N : Okay... I'll do it. I'm so scared tho
Jake : Don't be scared. I got you.
The next day arrived way too fast. Your stomach twisted with nerves as you stepped outside, phone clutched tightly in your hand. You'd already texted Jake the location, which was the same cafƩ you went to the other day.
The one that used to be your absolute favorite. Now the sight of it makes you feel incredibly uncomfortable.
Every step toward it made your chest tighten.
When you arrived, Carter was already there, leaning against a lamppost, that smug smile plastered across his face. "Finally decided to show up " he said, voice soft, but the memory of the slap yesterday still burned in your cheek. You swallowed thickly, forcing a smile onto your lips.
"Wouldn't miss it..." you replied quietly. As he reached for your hand, your eyes darted to the bench behind him, where Jake had said to look. A tiny red thread, just a hint of yarn tied to the armrest caught your attention. You somehow felt relieved. He was there.
" So... what do you wanna to talk about ?" Carter questioned.
You nervously cleared your throat.
"I-..."
Carter's glare burned into you.
" Uh..."
He rolled his eyes
"Y/N stop wasting my time and talk to me."
"I don't think I can do this anymore."
Carter looked at you in disbelief.
Not because he couldn't understand that you wanted to leave him. It was something far more dangerous to him. The sheer courage in your voice. The way you had said it out loud.
"Stop fucking with me right now"
"I'm not."
Your gaze flicked past him, landing on the tiny red thread tied behind him, the signal Jake had left. For a brief moment a light smile tugged at your lips.
He was furious.
"What the fuck are you even looking at ?" He snapped, turning around trying to follow your gaze. You tried to stay calm, forcing your hands to stay at your sides.
"Y/N If you won't tell me what the fuck is going on right know you're really gonna regret that" He threatened, grabbing your wrist before getting uncomfortably close to you.
"I know something's going on. Someone's here. Someone's trying to take you away from me. But that's not gonna fucking happen. You're mine. I own you." He whispered aggressively, making you flinch.
You forced your eyes shut, just like you always did when the anxiety became too much to bear, your chest heaving as the chaos unfolded around you.
And just as Carter was about to lean back into his seat, a firm hand landed on his shoulder.
Carter froze, his body stiffening. His face twisted into a mask of pure rage. He yanked his grip from your wrist and spun to face the intruder.
"Didn't I tell you to mind your own fucking business, Jake?" he growled, teeth clenched.
Jake chuckled, low and steady, unshaken by the threat. "I am minding my business... mostly. But I think your business just got a little too dangerous for her."
Carter's eyes flicked to you, then back to Jake, every muscle taut. The air was thick with tension, the quiet hum of your racing heart louder than anything else.
"I know exactly what's going on here..." Carter sneered, leaning back. "You got tired of me, didn't you? You needed someone else to fuck the shit out of yā"
Before he could finish, Jake's fist slammed into his face. You gasped, the sound sharp in the tense air, your heart hammering. Carter stumbled back, blinking in shock and fury. The entire cafƩ was watching in shock. And to them it probably looked like Jake was the bad guy now. Which was so wrong...
"Stay away from her you abusive piece of shit !"
Carter growled, the sound low and vicious, then let out a harsh, fake laugh as he wiped blood from his split lip. His eyes snapped to Jake, full of fury, and before you could react, he swung with brutal force. His fist connected with Jake's jaw, sending him staggering backward into a table. The crash of chairs and the clatter of coffee cups made you want to throw up.
"Jake!" you screamed, your voice echoing through the cafƩ.
Carter turned to you mid-swing and you realized he was about to follow through on his rage. This time aimed directly at Jake again. Without thinking, you stepped between them, your hands pressed against his chest, trying to shove him back.
"Stop it! Enough!" you yelled, your voice trembling. "Stop hurting him!"
Carter's eyes flickered to yours, a dangerous smile tugging at his lips. "What the fuck are you gonna do ?" he questioned through gritted teeth, trying to push past you.
You didn't move. You refused to. "I said stop !"
For a moment, he froze, caught off guard by your sudden confidence. He stared at you in anger.
His fists clenched, lips curling in fury but before he could strike again, a loud voice cut through the chaos.
"Police! Step away from them!"
You blinked, your chest heaving. Through the cafƩ doors, two uniformed officers rushed in, followed by another, radio crackling in their hands.
Carter's eyes widened in disbelief.
"You...how did you-" he yelled, but the officers didn't hesitate. They moved quickly, restraining him before he could fight back.
One officer glanced around and nodded toward the cafƩ owner, who had been watching the scene unfold with wide, concerned eyes. "Sir, the owner saw you assault this young woman yesterday. And the fact that you're over here fist fighting someone doesn't make this whole thing any better. You're under arrest."
Carter's face twisted into a mask of rage, but the cuffs were locked around his wrists, and the officers guided him firmly toward the door. He glared at you one last time, before finally being led away.
You sagged against Jake, the adrenaline leaving your body in an overwhelming wave. Your legs gave out, and you collapsed into his arms, tears streaming freely down your face.
"It's over..." you whispered, voice breaking, trembling against his chest. "It's finally over."
Jake held you tightly, letting you cry, whispering reassurances you hadn't dared to believe in a long time. "I've got you" he murmured. "You're safe now. You're really safe."
You clung to him, sobbing. And for the first time in a long time you allowed yourself to feel safe. The whole cafƩ still looked at you in shock, but you couldn't care less.
You looked at Jake, gently touching the bruise on his cheekbone, making him hiss.
"Your lip is bleeding, Jake..." you whispered, eyes flicking to the red smear at the corner of his mouth.
"I know," he said quietly, offering you a soft, reassuring smile. "I'll be fine."
"Let me take you home?"
You let out a long, shaky sigh, the kind that came from somewhere deep in your chest, and nodded. You didn't trust your voice just yet.
Jake carefully helped you to your feet, as if afraid you might shatter. Your legs felt weak, like they didn't quite belong to you anymore. He stayed close as he guided you to his car, never letting go completely.
When he opened the passenger door and gestured for you to get in, the simple kindness of it almost broke you again. You slid into the seat, hands trembling in your lap, and for the first time in what felt like years, you didn't feel trapped getting into a car.
Jake closed the door gently before walking around to the driver's side. As the engine started and the car pulled away, the city lights blurred past the window.
You leaned your head back against the seat, exhaustion finally settling in. The fear was still there, but it no longer ruled you.
"Jake?" you whispered, barely louder than the hum of the engine.
"Yeah?"
"I don't wanna be alone right now..."
He didn't hesitate. "You're not alone, Y/N."
"I know, I just..." You swallowed, fingers twisting together in your lap. Your voice shook when you finally spoke again. "I know this might be a bit weird, but would you mind staying over at my place tonight?" You rushed the words out, afraid that if you paused, you'd lose the courage to say them at all.
Jake glanced at you, his expression softening immediately. He smiled,not amused, not awkward, just warm and sincere.
"I wanna be there for you" he said gently. "Of course I'll stay over if you need me to."
Your shoulders sagged in relief, tension finally easing out of your body. Tears welled up again, but this time they weren't sharp or panicked. They were quiet. You were exhausted.
"Thank you" you murmured, staring out the window as the streetlights passed by.
Jake nodded, hands steady on the wheel. "We'll take this one step at a time, okay? You don't have to figure everything out tonight."
Jake stopped the car in front of your house. He turned the engine off before turning to look at you.
"We're here" he said softly, accent thick.
You nodded, fingers lingering on the seatbelt before you finally unclicked it. Your legs felt shaky again as you stepped out, the night air cool against your skin. Jake was there immediately, close but not crowding you, matching your pace as you walked up the path. Jake stayed near the doorway. "Hey..." he said gently. "Tell me what you need. I'll follow your lead."
"Just... stay. Please."
He nodded with no hesitation "I'm right here"
You kicked off your shoes and sank onto the couch, exhaustion crashing over you all at once. The moment you sat down, your composure cracked. Your shoulders started to shake, and before you could stop yourself, tears spilled over again.
Jake crossed the room before carefully sitting down next to you. "It's okay, Y/N. Let it out."
That did it. You leaned into him, sobbing quietly against his shoulder, and he wrapped an arm around you. He didn't rush you. He was just there with you, holding you in his arms. And after a while, the tears finally slowed.
"He will never get near you again."
"Promise?"
"I promise."
He glanced around the room. "How about this...I'll crash on the couch tonight. Door locked. Lights on if you want. We'll make it feel safe, yeah?"
A faint smile tugged at your lips. "Yeah. That sounds good."
You stood up and grabbed a blanket from the hall closet, moving as you laid it out over the couch. You fluffed the pillows, folded the blanket just right. By the time you stepped back, the couch looked ridiculously comfortable.
For a brief second, you considered taking it for yourself.
But then you looked at Jake.
He was standing a few feet away, jacket draped over a chair, lip still bruised, eyes tired in that quiet way that came after adrenaline wore off. He'd stepped into something dangerous without hesitation. He'd put himself between you and the person who hurt you.
He'd stayed.
You shook your head softly to yourself. He deserves it more.
"Okay..." you said, forcing a small smile as you gestured toward the couch. "I, uh... it's not a bed, but I tried."
Jake walked over, eyebrows lifting slightly as he took it in. "You kidding?" he said with a soft chuckle. "This looks better than my actual bed."
You huffed a quiet laugh, the sound surprising even yourself.
"Thank you..." he added with a more serious tone, meeting your eyes. "For trusting me."
You teared up. "No.." you said quietly. "Thank you. You didn't have to do any of this."
He shrugged, but his voice was steady. "I wanted to."
"If you need anything" Jake said gently, "even if it's just... you can't sleep or you get scared...just wake me up, okay?"
You nodded, throat tight. "I will."
You turned toward your bedroom, pausing at the doorway. "Goodnight, Jake."
"Goodnight, Y/N." he replied softly.
It's been almost an hour since you went to bed. You'd turned onto your side, then your back, then curled up again, tugging the blanket closer like it might anchor you. But none of that worked. You groaned in annoyance, sitting up in your bed. You reached over and opened the drawer of your nightstand, fingers brushing past old receipts and tangled cords until they finally closed around your headphones. A small, tired smile tugged at your lips when you pulled them out, like you'd just found a familiar comfort you'd forgotten you had.
You slipped them on and tapped your phone, letting your sleeping playlist begin to play. You were hoping the voice of ,,RY X" would finally make you fall asleep but you were oh so wrong. Your chest tightened suddenly, like the air had been pulled out of the room. One breath turned shallow... then another. The music was still playing, soft and distant now, but it couldn't drown out the images flooding your mind. Hands, voices, your bruised body, the sting you still felt if you thought about it too long.
Your breathing sped up.
"No. no, no..." you whispered, fingers curling into the sheets as your head started to spin. Your heart was racing, pounding so hard it made your ears ring. You tried to tell yourself you were safe, that it was over, but your body didn't listen.
Tears spilled down your temples as you gasped for air, panic clawing its way through you. You took the headphones off and sat up too quickly, dizziness washing over you.
You couldn't do this alone.
With shaking hands, you pushed yourself out of bed and opened your door, the hallway light spilling in. "Jake?" you called.
You didn't even have to say it twice.
He was there almost immediately, barefoot, concern written all over his face. "Hey...hey, I've got you," he said softly, moving toward you. "Look at me. You're okay."
Your legs gave out, and he caught you easily, guiding you down to sit on the edge of the bed. He knelt in front of you, staying eye-level.
"Can you breathe with me?" he asked gently. "Just try. In through your nose... slow. I'll do it with you."
He demonstrated. One breath. Then another. You wondered why he was so good at this...
You clutched the fabric of his shirt, sobbing, but you followed him.
In. Out. In. Out.
"That's it..." he murmured. "You're doing it. I know it's scary." Slowly your heartbeat began to settle. The spinning eased. The room stopped feeling like it was collapsing in on itself.
Jake stayed right there the entire time, one hand steady on your back, the other warm around yours. He didn't let go when you finally leaned forward, resting your forehead against his shoulder.
"I'm sorry..." you whispered weakly. "I thought I was okay."
"You don't have to be okay," he replied immediately. "Not tonight. Not after everything." His voice softened even more. "Healing takes time, Y/N."
You nodded against him, tears soaking into his shirt.
"C'mere..." He said, pulling you closer. "You need to sleep"
"Stay here with me..." You whispered shyly, looking at him with big eyes.
Jake hesitated. He didn't want to take advantage of your vulnerability in that moment. He didn't want to make you feel weird or uncomfortable.
"Are you sure ?" He asked.
You nodded sleepily.
"Yeah..."
Jake sighed deeply, eventually giving in.
He got into your bed with you before pulling the blanket over the two of you, pulling you back into his arms. He caressed your back softly, making sure you feel safe and secure enough to finally get some sleep. Your breathing began to even out, the tightness in your chest loosening with every quiet second that passed. The images in your head faded into the background, replaced by the steady rhythm of his breath and the warmth of his presence behind you.
You curled your fingers into the fabric of his shirt, not even realizing you'd done it until he tightened his hold just a little, reassuring. The panic was almost gone, leaving behind only exhaustion. Your eyelids grew heavy, muscles finally unclenching as sleep crept in.
Wrapped in his arms, cocooned in warmth and quiet, you finally let yourself drift off. And so did he.
Morning crept in quietly, pale light slipping through the curtains and settling softly over the room. For the first time in a long while, you woke without your heart racing in panic.
You stirred slightly, awareness returning in gentle pieces. The steady rise and fall behind you. An arm still wrapped around your waist. Fingers resting loosely at your side, exactly where they'd been when you fell asleep. You shifted carefully in Jake's grip, turning around so you could face him. His arm loosened just enough to let you move, then settled again around your waist as if his body refused to let you go even in his sleep.
He was still half asleep, lashes resting against his cheeks, brows relaxed in a way you hadn't seen on him before. His breathing was slow and even, warm against your face. You studied him quietly...the faint bruise on his lip, the way his hair fell messily into his eyes, the calm expression he only seemed to wear when he wasn't trying to be strong for someone else.
A gentle smile curved your lips before you even realized it.
You stayed close to him, quietly enjoying his presence.
Jake stirred in his sleep, pulling you even closer against his chest without realizing it. The movement was slow... it felt protective. Your breath caught when you felt his arm tighten, his warmth surrounding you completely.
Your faces were suddenly so close that your noses almost bumped.
And that's when Jake opened his eyes.
For a second, he was still half asleep, gaze unfocused, lashes fluttering as he adjusted to the light. Then he registered how close you were. How little space there was between you. How your eyes were already on his. Jake looked back at you with a sleepy smile tugging at his lips. His eyes softened as they traced your face ... and without realizing it, his gaze dipped to your mouth before flicking back up to meet your eyes. Heat rushed to your cheeks, the moment stretching just a second too long.
Then reality seemed to hit him.
He stiffened slightly, immediately loosening his grip and pulling back just enough to give you space. "Shit..." he muttered under his breath, running a hand through his hair. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to get that close to you."
"N-no, it's okay..." you said softly, shaking your head. "I feel safe with you."
Jake let out a deep breath, relief washed over his features.
"I'm so glad you do." he replied quietly.
You smiled at him
After a brief pause, you cleared your throat, trying to ease the weight of the moment. "Do you want breakfast?"
His lips curved into a gentle grin. "Yeah..." he said. "I'd like that."
You were halfway through breakfast when his expression slightly shifted. He hesitated, fingers tapping against his mug before he finally spoke.
"Hey..." he said gently. "There's something I should tell you."
You looked up at him, your heart skipping a beat.
"I, uh... I'm gonna have to head out after this.." he continued carefully. "I've got some things to do I can't really postpone."
For a split second, disappointment flickered in your chest. But before it could sink too deep, he was already leaning forward.
"That doesn't mean I'm not here for you..." he added quickly. "Not at all. You can text me anytime. Day or night. If you need me, I'll come. No questions."
You searched his face, looking for any sign of reluctance...but there was none. He was being honest.
You nodded slowly. "Okay..." you said. "I understand."
Jake smiled softly, relief clear in his eyes. "Good. I just... I don't want you thinking you're on your own now. You're not."
Something warm settled in your chest at his words.
"Thank you." you said quietly.
And after you both finished breakfast together, Jake ended up leaving.
You sat alone on your couch, the quiet finally settling in. The last twenty four hours replayed in your mind in fragments ... fear, chaos, relief. It was hard to wrap your head around how something so horrible had led you here. You'd started the day bracing yourself for pain, wondering what your boyfriend might do to hurt you next... and somehow ended it wrapped in his friend's arms, safe.
It felt unreal. Messy. Beautiful in the strangest way.
Before you could overthink it, you unlocked your phone.
Y/N : Hi... I just wanted to thank you for everything. You might've actually saved my life. If there's anything I can do for you please tell me.
You stared at the screen after sending it, suddenly worried you'd said too much.
It didn't take long for the typing bubble to appear.
Jake : Hey, you don't owe me anything. Seriously. I'm just really glad you're okay.
You smiled.
Then another message appeared.
Jake : If you want we could hang out tomorrow... just to get to know each other a little more ?
Your smile widened, softer this time, warmer. You read the message again, just to be sure you hadn't imagined it.
After a moment, you typed back.
Y/N : I'd really like that...
The reply came almost instantly.
Jake : Yeah? Okay. Then it's a date... well, not a date, unless you want it to be. Just... coffee. Or a walk. Whatever feels good for you.
You laughed quietly to yourself, shaking your head.
Y/N : I'd be down for a walk. I'm kinda done with cafƩs honestly.
There was a brief pause. Just long enough for your heart to flutter.
Then:
Jake : That makes total sense, we could go for a walk ? Somewhere quiet. A park, maybe?
Y/N : The park by the riverā¦
you replied.
Y/N : Itās usually calm there. Do you wanna come back to my house after ? I could cook for usā¦
You stared at the screen for a few more seconds, nerves twisting in your stomach, before finally hitting send.
Almost immediately, the typing bubble appeared. Your heart thumped against your ribs as you waited.
Jake : That sounds amazing !! What if we just cooked together ? I'm not very good at cooking but you could teach me...
You felt a little laugh escape you, the tension in your chest easing just a bit. Teaching him ? That actually sounds kinda funā¦
Y/N : That sounds perfect" you typed back. "I'll show you a few easy things first. You'll be fine, I promise.
Almost instantly, the reply came:
Jake : Awesome. I'll bring the enthusiasm, you bring the patience.
You smiled, the warmth in your chest spreading.
Y/N : Enthusiasm and patience... okay, I think we can work with that.
"Deal" you sent back, feeling a little flutter in your stomach at how normal this all felt. Like laughter, and cooking, and a walk in the park could exist again, unshadowed by fear.
The walk along the river had been calm and easy. You had laughed quietly over small, inconsequential things ...how Jake always somehow managed to step in puddles, even on the driest days, and how you could never remember where you put your keys. The tension from the past few days felt miles away, replaced by a weird, comforting normalcy.
By the time you reached your house, the sun was beginning to dip low, casting the living room in a warm, golden glow. You kicked off your shoes and motioned toward the kitchen
"Okay..." you said, rolling up your sleeves, "you're on chopping duty. Don't hurt yourself please... I don't want my kitchen to turn into a crime scene."
Jake raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Chopping duty? I've seen my fair share of knives in movies. How dangerous can it be?"
"Very!" you replied with mock seriousness, handing him a small cutting board. "One wrong move, and I'm calling the ambulance."
He laughed, settling into the rhythm beside you. You guided his hands gently at first, showing him how to slice vegetables safely. It was clumsy, awkward, and somehow funny ...he kept nearly dropping the carrots or cutting too thick, but he laughed at himself every time, and you found yourself laughing too.
"You know..." he said, glancing up at you, "this is kind of fun. Cooking with someone is way better than I thought."
You smiled, brushing a stray piece of hair behind your ear. "See? Told you. It's not about being perfect. It's about... enjoying it."
He nodded, chopping with exaggerated care, and you caught yourself staring for a moment, heart warming at how natural it felt. There was no fear here, no panic, just the quiet rhythm of two people working together, teasing each other lightly, learning small things about one another in the process.
You tossed the last of the chopped vegetables into the casserole dish, giving it a final stir before sliding it into the oven. The kitchen smelled like roasted carrots, onions, and something comforting you couldn't quite name.
Jake leaned against the counter, arms crossed loosely, watching you more closely than necessary. You caught him staring a few times and felt a little flutter in your chest.
When you spun around, clapping your hands with excitement, "All done! Now we wait!" you didn't expect the way he looked at you. His gaze wasn't just attention...it was warm, admiring, lingering in a way that made your stomach tingle.
You froze for a split second as your eyes met his, lost in the unexpected intensity. There was something unspoken there, something electric in the quiet kitchen. You felt yourself taking a small step forward, and then another.
Jake didn't back up. Not even an inch. Instead, he leaned in slightly, his presence anchoring you, steady and reassuring. Your breaths synced without thinking, the air between you thick with anticipation.
"Jake..." you whispered.
He didn't answer with words. He simply tilted his head slightly, his lips just inches from yours, warm and steady. And for the first time that day, you let yourself close the gap.
The world shrank to that small space between you two. Time slowed. Nothing else existed in the kitchen but the soft brush of his arms near yours, the faint scent of roasted vegetables, and the quiet pulse of something new...something you didn't have to be afraid of.
And as you closed the last inch between your lips, you realized this wasn't forced.
This wasn't rushed. Well, maybe it was ... but it felt so goddamn right.
When your lips met his, it was slow at first, testing the waters. But the second you felt the warmth of him against you, the world outside the kitchen disappeared. The sound of the oven ticking, the faint clatter of utensils... none of it mattered.
Jake's hands moved instinctively, one resting at the small of your back, the other threading into your hair, holding you close yet gentle. His lips molded to yours with a careful intensity, like he was memorizing every part of you in that moment.
You let yourself melt against him, tilting your head, deepening the kiss without thinking. Your hands pressed against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart through the fabric of his shirt, grounding you even as heat pooled low in your stomach.
He pulled back just slightly, forehead resting against yours, breaths mingling. "God... you feel so perfect." he whispered, voice husky, making your pulse spike.
You smiled against him, heart racing. "You're not so bad yourself..." you teased softly, though your voice shook a little with desire.
Jake chuckled, low and warm, before capturing your lips again, harder this time ... more urgent. His tongue traced yours in gentle exploration, slow and intoxicating, teasing yet passionate. You pressed closer, rocking slightly into him, letting the tension of the past days unravel in this moment.
His hands roamed carefully, tracing the curve of your waist, the line of your back, grounding and electrifying all at once. You tangled your fingers in his hair, tugging him closer, losing yourself in the warmth and the intensity of it all.
Time lost meaning. There was just the heat of your bodies, the taste of him, the way his lips fit yours like they had always belonged there. Every kiss, every sigh, every gentle groan from him sent shivers down your spine.
When you finally pulled back, breaths heavy and hearts pounding, you rested your forehead against his. "Jake..." you murmured, voice trembling. "I've... I've never felt like this before." You admitted.
He pressed his lips to your temple, soft and reverent. "Me neither" he quietly admitted, voice low.
You took a shaky breath, heart still hammering from the kiss, and stepped back just enough to look at him. "What... what is happening?"
Jake's gaze softened, warm and steady, but there was that spark in his eyes...the same one that had drawn you in from the start. "I don't know," he admitted, voice low, rough with emotion... "but... I feel like we should find out."
Your stomach fluttered, nerves and excitement twisting together. He took a small step closer, the heat radiating from him undeniable. "Together?" you whispered.
"Together," he said firmly, tilting his head, a small, teasing smile brushing his lips. "If you want."
"I do."
Jake rested his forehead on yours before placing another quick kiss on your lips.
"Jake ?" You whispered, voice low.
"Y/N?"
"I know this day isn't even over yet but today was the best day I've ever had." You confessed.
Jake's eyes softened immediately, that warm, easy smile spreading across his face. "Really?" he asked, almost teasing, though there was something tender in his tone.
You nodded, cheeks still pink. "Yeah... really. I... I didn't think I could feel this happy after everything."
He reached up, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, thumb lingering at your cheek. "I'm glad I could be part of it..." he murmured, voice low. "You deserve days like this."
You pulled back just slightly, breaking the heat of the moment with a soft laugh. " Maybe we should check on the casserole before it burns..." you said, watching Jake brushing a stray hair from your face.
Jake chuckled, his warm breath tickling your ear. "Good call..." he murmured, letting you step aside. "Wouldn't want our masterpiece to turn into a disaster."
You slid the oven door open together, the rich, roasted smell filling the kitchen. Steam rose in gentle curls, and you both leaned in to inspect it. The vegetables were perfectly caramelized, the top lightly golden, bubbling just enough.
"It smells amazing!" Jake said, eyes shining as he inhaled deeply.
"Looks amazing too..." you agreed, letting a small grin spread across your face. "We make a pretty good team, don't we?"
Jake turned to you, playful and soft at the same time. "The best team..." he said, and just like that, your hands found each other again, fingers intertwining as you both stood there, watching your creation, and each other, with quiet, easy smiles.
The kitchen had never felt warmer. And in that moment, the day's fear and chaos felt like a distant memory, replaced entirely by laughter, warmth, and something beautiful just beginning to blossom. You could feel it...
- end
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