— totally hate you (not!)
CHAPTER 5: GET OUT THERE!
⊹₊⟡ jake sim — ❝ maybe don’t say stupid shit. ❞
synopsis: you’re a sophomore in college at brisbane international university, living in the zeta psi nu frat house with 7 men. as the token frat sister, you’ve always felt like the odd one out. jake sim, the chapter’s president, just enhanced it. it felt like he did everything deliberately— humiliating you, degrading you, shouting obscenities at you during heated arguments in the early morning. you totally hate him. loathe, even. cocky, arrogant, notorious dick-head jake sim had your mind and feelings are compromised.
tags: enemies to lovers, enemies with benefits, frat boys, frat house, college life, jake sim, sim jaeyun, ot7 enhypen, slow burn, secret love, denying love, found family, frenemies to lovers, enhypen x reader, enha x reader, jake x reader
paring: fratboy!jake x f!reader
warnings: sexual remarks, swearing, arguing, alcohol abuse, drunk driving, implied sexual encounters (hook ups, one night stands), explicit jokes, some suggestive themes, jake is a dickhead!!!, drunk texting, emotional distress, blood, injury, fighting!!
you feel jake lingering over your shoulder. his breath is hot. the irony scent of his still-slightly-bloodied nose wafts lightly into your face. you almost gag.
you just hyperfocus on scrubbing the dried crimson out of his shirt and his shorts. they very luckily come fully clean.
you feel as his presence leaves from behind you. you frown, leaning your forehead down against the rim of the bucket. holy shit, you needed to get out of this house. do something, anything. your fingers squeeze hard against the edge.
you sigh, recentering yourself. you pry the clothes from the bucket, squeezing them out. you shove them into the washer, pouring detergent over it. you add a little more than usual just to be safe.
you wait for the laundry to be fully done. you fold up his pieces of clothing, making the slow trudge up to his room.
you didn’t want to have to face him.
you push down your feeling of impending doom, pulling the door open.
he’s sat up in his bed, wearing only a pair of black sweatpants and his glasses. the room is completely dim, minus the burning lamp on his nightstand.
“i have your clothes.” you murmur lamely, holding your arms full of his still warm, clean clothing out.
he huffs, pushing up to grab the things from you.
you turn to leave. he grabs your shoulder.
“don’t leave. not yet.” he murmurs. its low. quiet.
“what?” you huff in frustration.
“why’d you do it?” he asks, staring at you as if you were some kind of extraterrestrial creature.
your brows furrow. “do what, jake?” you ask, tipping your head to one side in confusion. he just had to be so cryptic with everything he said.
“why’d you wash them. you didn’t have to. you hate me, why do me a favor?” he huffs, crossing his arms over his chest. it was like he was trying to sniff out your ulterior motives. that you didn’t have, by the way.
“because if i let them sit, they’d be stained forever.” you huff, pulling them back away from him. you push yourself over towards his wardrobe, beginning to shove his clean clothing into the right drawers.
“yeah, sure. you break my nose, clean me up, and then clean my clothes. i think you’re trying to get back on my good side. it’s not gonna work.”
“if i was trying to get back on your good side, you would know. i promise.” you huff, folding up his shorts.
he just stares at you, seemingly unsure of how he felt about your presence.
“you still have two weeks.” he grunts.
“how many fucking times to i have to say it, jake? i don’t care. at all. i don’t care. you’ve made my time at this house miserable. im sure you’re happy im leaving.” you shot back.
he just groans, rubbing his hands over his face. he walks over to you, bracing his hands on your shoulders. he guides you roughly out of his room.
you struggle, huffing in pure anger and frustration. fine. it wasn’t like you enjoyed being in his room anyway. good riddance.
you just make your way down the stairs. towards your friends. sunoo has a very present frown on his lips.
“oh y/n.” he sighs, reaching over to pat your back.
“don’t pity me, sunoo. it’s fine. he deserved it. i wanna go home anyway.” you grunt out, crossing your arms.
“i don’t want you to go home.” riki states flatly.
heeseung and jungwon nod. the other boys hum in agreement.
“he has it coming. he needs to under why you did what you did. you probably shouldn’t have..” jungwon trails.
“punched the shit out of him and broke his nose? yeah, you’re probably right. but come on. he was making me upset. really upset.” you explained.
you go quiet, staring at the group. “are you guys— um.. was it?.. true?” you mumble lamely.
the group immediately shakes their heads.
“absolutely not.” heeseung huffed.
you nod. you don’t entirely buy it, but you choose your own peace over the logistics of it all. jake really knew how to weasel his way inside of your brain.
“kay.” you nod slowly, moving to sit down on the couch. you run your hands over your face, seeing if maybe this all was a nightmare you could wake from. it’s not. this is your life now.
sunoo sighs, making his way over.
“maybe we should throw a party.” he whispered.
you feel the urge to literally claw your own face off. what do you mean throw a party? what the actual fuck?
you assume your facial expression spoke volumes, because he quickly added onto his statement.
“to get your mind off of it. you can get out there. let loose a little bit. jake usually just runs around upstairs with different girls. you won’t have to see him.” he says quickly.
you don’t want to party. you don’t want to do anything. you barely even wanted to get out there anymore.
“you don’t have to go. but we’ll throw one just in case you wanna tag along. you don’t have to.” sunoo reassured. the guys nod along eagerly. it’s like parties were crack and they were crackheads.
you sigh. they were all far too stubborn to lead astray from a party.
“fine.” you say lamely, rubbing your temples.
sunghoon pats your arm. “you relax. we’ll pick up and get ready for it. nap on the couch. i know you don’t wanna go upstairs with him.” he hums.
you nod, pushing your achingly tense body into the cushions of the couch. you let yourself drift away as the boys frantically set up for a party.
you fade in and out of consciousness. the image of jake doubled over and bleeding all over himself tortures the inside of your eyelids.
did he really deserve that?
did you really have to be so brutal? so violent?
or maybe not. you genuinely couldn’t decide. your mind felt like an absolute warzone.
you’re fighting with your own conscious so much that you consider enjoying the party. it would definitely make you forget everything that happened, sober or not.
you had stressed too much recently. a little letting loose could be good for your body and your soul.
you decide to sleep on it. you pull from your little mid-morning nap. your eyes scale the room.
the boys had completed tidied up the house. it was flawless. seeing the house is really what cemented you into going to the party and not hiding away in your room.
you could escape the tensions with jake for the night. it would be nice.
“jungwon.” you call out. he pokes his head out from the kitchen.
“yesss, y/n?” he sing-songs out, sponge in hand. he’s washing the dishes.
“i want to go to the party.” you say.
“oh my STARS. i was really hoping that you’d say that!” he chuckles excitedly. “i promise, they’re a blast. you make new friends every time without fail. you can even invite some of your buddies too.” he grins, winking.
you’re not sure what he’s trying to do or say with the wink. he was quite the character. you enjoyed this feline-looking boy nonetheless.
you grab your phone. “what time?” you question.
“thats pretty late.” you hum, typing out a message to yunjin, danielle, maki, and keeho. you invite them to tag along.
“best hours for getting lit af!” he giggles, prancing back off. you can’t help but laugh.
you check the time. it only 1 pm. you still had 8 hours until the party started. what were you going to do for 8 hours?
as you expected, waiting the hours felt like years. luckily, it gave you an excessive amount of time to get ready for the party.
picking your outfit was the hardest part.
you had nearly uprooted your entire room looking for something— anything to wear. you wanted to stand out but also blend it. you felt like you had absolutely nothing.
you opt for a white, sequined halter top and a black skirt. you pull on some white heeled sandals you decide to call it good.
you fix up your hair and put on light makeup. you don’t want to wear too much because you figure you’re going to sweat it all off.
theres a sharp knock on your door. you hurry over after finishing up your eyeliner. you pop the door open.
“look at youuu, chicky!” heeseung says proudly. “you look great. are you ready to go?” he says, smiling.
you take a deep breath, nodding. “is there people here already?” you question.
“yep. not a ton, but a good bit.” he hums, wrapping a brotherly arm around your shoulders and leading you out.
you let him, glancing around as you scale down the staircase.
it was indeed a ton of people. you feel your stomach almost turn in on itself.
heeseung pats your back. “put yourself out there, y/n. if anything bad happens you can come find me or one of the other guys.” he says reassuringly.
you nod slowly. his words are enough to pacify you for the time being.
you gravitate to the drink section. jake is to your right. a blonde girl up on her tippy toes, pouring vodka down his throat. her free hand is wrapped around his nape.
luckily he doesn’t see it. you go to grab a drink, accidently bumping the boy beside you. you spill a little bit of tequila on his shirt.
“fuck, im so sorry.” you say in frustration, frantically going to grab a few napkins.
“nah, nah. its okay.” he quickly says, patting your arm. you look up at him. his hair is a blushy shade of pink. his lips are plump around the rim of his cup.
he was hot. thank god. you finally had someone to look at.
you gather yourself, glancing him up and down quickly. you press the paper towels to his bicep, which had liquor spilling down his arm. “what’s your name?” you question casually. you figure you’re already being awkward.
“im yeonjun.” he greeted, grabbing a few napkins to help you clean himself up.
“hi yeonjun.” you giggle. it makes a grin slip onto his face. score.
“i’m y/n. i live here with the boys.” you say coolly.
“ahh, i’ve heard. the frat sweetheart.” he grins, licking over his canine.
“yes sir.” you hum proudly, taking a swig off of the tequlia.
“jake’s told me about you.” he says.
your blood runs completely cold. your hand squeezes the cup so hard you’re sure it’s about to explode in your hand.
“the nose thing was pretty badass of you.” he chuckles, setting his cup down on the table.
you can’t help but grin. “yeahh, not my proudest moment. how’d you figure that out? that happened like 12 hours ago.” you chuckle.
“we’re real close.” yeonjun hums, looking you up at down. your charms had finally started working.
“how close? are you gonna tell him im talking to you?” you sassed lightly.
he braces his hands on the counter in front of you.
“i dunno. you’re pretty interesting.” he hums.
“i’ve said fuck and sorry. that’s interesting?” you giggle, crossing your arms.
“oh definitely.” he purred, edging closer.
“you’re weird, yeonjun. but i think it’s cute.” you giggle, turning to face him.
“mhmm?” he chuckles, pulling the cup to his mouth. he leans down, close to the tip of your ear. you’re not nervous anymore. the tequila was helping.
“can i touch you?” he murmurs, his hand twitching toward your waistline.
you almost melt on the spot.
you slowly nod. his hand slips out, cupping the side of your waist.
your arms slide up, wrapping around his neck, it pushes you slightly up on your tippy toes. it makes his tipsy grin grow more.
your vision is swirly, causing your head to tip to the side. it flops unceremoniously into his chest. you’re staring right at jake.
he’s clutching the blonde now, hands dizzily clasped on her lower back.
his eyes are hooded and his face is flushed from the alcohol he drank.
he almost looks pretty in your drunken haze.
you can’t tell what you’re feeling. maybe hatred. maybe envy. maybe jealousy? probably just hatred.
you certainly couldn’t tell now. the fat sips of tequila you’d taken in yeonjun’s arms had semi-melted your brain.
then, you remember dancing. sloppily, of course. your fingers are tangled in yeonjun’s hair, his hands clutching onto your halter top for dear life.
next thing you know you’re bring ripped away from your spot on the floor. you yelp in tipsy distress, trying to claw your way back to yeonjun.
it’s a different man— one you haven’t seen before. he has dark brown hair and a light mustache. he looks extremely australian. like a man that spent his entire day at the beach.
he pulls you hard into jake. he’d sobered up in the past 3 hours.
“she’s a fucking sloppy ass drunk. she’s all over yeonjun.” he grunts, shoving you into jake.
he grabs your forearms, grunting.
“i don’t give a single fuck if she’s a messy drunk. everyone in this house is a messy drunk right now. you’re only singling her out cause she’s a chick.” jake spat back, slamming his finger into the guy’s chest.
you’re too drunk to even try and wiggle away from jake. you flop into him.
“she’s fucking ruining the vibe. you get her out or im getting everyone to go the fuck home.” he barked. it was clear this man was drunk too.
“do it, you fucking bitch. do it.” jake shot back, shoving you towards heeseung.
the boy shouts for everyone to go home before getting into a full on fist fight with jake sim.
people start to funnel out, snapping photos and videos of fight before sprinting out. jake has the brown haired boy strapped to the floor, his own face dripping in blood.
everything crumbles around you as you black out. heeseung’s arms brace under your armpits, dragging you away.
you wake up an hour or so later in bed. you’re less tipsy now, just fighting a supermassive headache.
you peel out of bed, feeling sticky and absolutely disgusting. you don’t know what you’re doing. you just know you need to find jake.
you’re barefoot now, sprinting to his room. you bust through the door, glancing around.
he’s sat on his bathroom floor, wrapping his own bloodied knuckles.
you sigh in relief. he was okay.
he just huffs at the sight of you. “theres such thing as knocking.” he quips.
you ignore him, gliding forward. you swat his hands away, beginning to wrap them yourself.
“i see you’ve sobered up.” he hums, wincing slightly as you wrapped his open skin tight.
“i see you got your ass beat, but you don’t hear me mentioning it.” you countered.
“you just did.” he cackles, leaning against the cabinet behind him.
“yeah, yeah. whatever. just be quiet.” you say. you wrap down his wrist and secure the bandage around his thumb.
you both go silent as you focus on hiding his ugly wounds from the world. you decide to finally break the silence.
“why’d you fight him?” you question quietly.
“because he was being a dick.”
“yeah, being a dick to me. you do the same thing.” you replied.
“no, it’s not different, jake.”
“what makes it different? you hate me, he clearly hated me too.” you huff.
“i don’t hate you.” he murmurs.
“yes you do.” you said quickly. “don’t do that, jake. you hate me. i hate you.”
“i don’t hate you. i just don’t like you.” he huffs.
“that’s stupid. it’s the same thing. you’re avoiding the question. why’d you do it?” you shot back.
“because i felt like it, okay?” he shot back. “i felt like it, and he was being a dick. he was targetting you on purpose because you wanted to have fun. is that what you wanna hear? that im a pussy and that i have human empathy? do you wanna use that against me?” he say defensively.
you blink. you’re frozen in shock. he notices that.
you watch as his shoulders untense. he sighs, calming down.
“and i guess i felt like i owe you. because you fixed my nose.” he huffed stubbornly.
“i’m the one that fucked up your nose in the first place.” you reply.
“no shit. but you still fixed it. i figured i’d fix something for you. it doesn’t mean i like you or anything. i still heavily dislike you.” he says, tipping his chin up as if you were inferior to him.
“it sounds like you really wanna say you hate me.” you teased, adjusting the bandage around his wrist.
he can’t help but crack a little smile. “maybe i hate you just a little bit.” he admits.
“you’re an open book, jake sim. you truly, truly are.”
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a.n: i hope you enjoy this chapter! it was super fun to write + the little yeonjun cameo felt so right to do 🥹🫰🏼 let me know how you feel!
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