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ㅤㅤㅤFINALS WEEKㅤㅤ／ㅤㅤ ୨୧ 심재윤

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𝐁𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐒 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎𝖻𝗈𝗒𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 !jake ♥︎ 𝖿𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗅𝖾 !reader ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎⌗ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎skinship, 𝗉𝖾𝗍𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎◜‿◝ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 1227

‘take your freak of a boyfriend back.’

you had received that text from jay an hour ago, and you’re standing in front of your said freak of a boyfriend, who’s half drunk, half stubborn, refusing to let go of your hands.

“jake,” you sigh again, fifth time in a minute probably as his grip tightens. “i have to study,”

“you study all day,” and he almost sounds pathetic, especially with those glassy eyes that are brimming with love and desperation, and the pout— how can you forget. “it’s like you’re dating engineering and not me,”

“that’s not true—”

“you didn’t even pick up my calls,” he even pretends to sniffle, lips jutted out in a pout.

“i put my phone on silent,”

“that’s basically a divorce,” he clings to you like a koala as you help him in, forcing him down to sit on the bed.

you almost laugh at how he looks— flushed and messy, hair askew and eyes looking like they are brimming with tears. he looks at you like you put the stars in the sky, and he continues to look at you when you reach out to unbutton his shirt, slow and gentle.

“you know, i’m nothing without you—” a hiccup, he swallows, and even if you break your ‘no jake till exams end’ rule, you wouldn’t blame yourself.

he’s pretty damn convincing, his pout is dangerous, whines that compel you to give in. he knows just how to bat his lashes and make you give him what he wants.

“sorry baby, finals week,” you say and nods, firm and knowing. he is aware, he knows it’s your finals week. the seven most dreaded days of his life where every second passes in agony.

honestly, it’s his final week too since jake would rather die than go a day without hearing your voice and seeing your pretty face.

but he is here now— begging and wasted, holding your hands like you’d disappear the moment he lets go. “let me stay for the night,”

“jake, i really have to study,” you insist, and he whines, heart breaking and chest collapsing.

this is worse than breakup.

jake could die, literally. he would rather die than not have you— what’s the point of living anyway if he’s going to lose you to fuckass engineering. not only is that boring, it’s not even as good as physics.

“angel, please,” he is sulking even more now. “please, baby,” and he pleads, again. “just one night, please,” and again, non stop, hoping you have mercy on your poor boyfriend and give in.

you feel your resolve breaking but you try to stand your ground.

you know what happens when he stays— study session turns into midnight yapping, then kisses, cuddles, and you get no revision done.

“i’ll be good and sit quietly,” he tries his best to convince you, “i won’t even touch you even though my hands ache to hold you,”

and jake gets possessed by shakespeare when he is drunk. it’s something you noticed just a few weeks ago when he described his love for you like the laws of gravitation.

your gaze meets his eyes and he is giving you his best puppy dog eyes. somewhere behind you, the wind flips the pages of your textbook through the window, and before you know you are already giving up.

“okay— but no touching,” you mumble, resigning, not even trying to act like you can resist his handsome face any longer.

and he beams at your words, eyes lighting up and lips morphing into the prettiest smile. jake feels like he can breath again and well...he does need you like oxygen.

“no touching,” he promises, but little do both of you know that just thirty minutes later, you’d be in the bed in his arms, under the blankets.

from, malenaㅤ i don’t know what this is but live laugh love drunk downbad jake

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