⟢ synopsis: your boyfriend asked a cuddle after sending a cozy bed selca for engenes on weverse dm…
⟢ now playing: “sleep tight” by enhypen and “needy” by ariana grande
⟢ sol's note: noooooo. he’s so cozyyyy i wanna cuddle him so bad. one cuddle from jake will fix everything in my life right now :(( i know you guys want it too… ENJOY! 🩷
(not proofread)
“Hi babe!” Jake said, lying on his stomach to take a bed selca to post on his Weverse DM for Engenes.
“Hi Yunnie. How was your day, babe?” you asked, drying your wet hair with a towel as you walked toward the bed and sat on the edge.
“It was a long day. May I get some cuddles from my beautiful girlfriend?” He pouted cutely, blinking his infamous puppy eyes.
Gosh. How could you say no to this adorable grown man?
“Come here,” you said, and Jake quickly obeyed.
He crawled forward until he reached your lap, laying his head on your thighs.He looked up at you, flashing his most gorgeous smile.
“What are you doing?” you asked, noticing he was still busy typing on his phone.
“Uh—just posting some pictures. Don't worry, it's for Engenes,” he reassured you.
“Alright, take your time!”
After a few more minutes, Jake tossed his phone somewhere on the bed. He wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, planting soft kisses on your clothed stomach and making you giggle.
“Gosh, Jake! Stop, it tickles!” you laughed, trying to push his head away.
“Nopeee. I'm staying right here.” He looked up at you, playfully furrowing his eyebrows before returning to his antics.
“Let's cuddle now, hm?” You leaned down toward his face, cupping his soft cheeks and placing a quick kiss on his plump lips.
Jake blushed at your sudden action. He quickly grabbed you, pulling you fully onto the bed. You gasped as you tumbled over, but he carefully guided you until your back was pressed against the headboard. He lay right beside you, hugging your waist tightly and snuggling his face into your chest.
He was so calm and peaceful now, his breathing slowing down.
“Are you comfortable down there, Mr. Sim?” you whispered.
“Perfectly comfortable, ‘cause I'm finally with you.” he murmured, tightening his grip on your waist just a bit.
“Don't move, please?” he pleaded.
“I won't,” you smiled sweetly, running your fingers through his soft hair and playing with the side of his blonde highlights.
“I love you, Jake.”
Jake quickly sat up, looking into your eyes with total affection. Oh.
“And I love you more, Y/N.”
He leaned in and kissed you deeply, a slow, lingering kiss that left you completely breathless before he pulled away with a soft smile.
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
𝑚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 👒 boyfriend!jake x fem readerㅤ❤︎ㅤㅤfluff, teasing kisses, lap sitting, makeout tension, clingy affection 2O4Oㅤ ❛ 𝗡𝗘𝗢𝗡𝗗𝗜𝗔𝗥𝗬 ❜
𝐗𝐈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎
it started as a stupid video game on the couch. just you and jake in his dorm room, controllers in hand, trash-talking each other like always while the rest of the guys were out for the night. you were winning for once, laughing every time you managed to knock his character off the map, and jake kept groaning dramatically, calling you a cheater even though you both knew you were just better today. but then one lucky combo from you made him throw his controller to the side with a playful “that’s it, you’re done” and suddenly he was pulling you straight into his lap.
your knees settled on either side of his thighs, the game completely forgotten as his hands found your waist and tugged you closer. “c’mere,” he mumbled against your lips, that familiar mischievous grin flashing for half a second before his mouth was on yours. at first it was soft ,sweet little pecks that tasted like the strawberry candy he’d been eating earlier, but jake has never been good at keeping things innocent when he’s got you this close. the kisses quickly turned deeper, slower, hotter, his head tilting to slot your lips together perfectly while one hand slid up your back to cradle the nape of your neck.
god, he kissed like he had all the time in the world and none at all. his tongue traced your bottom lip before slipping inside, gentle but insistent, tasting every corner of your mouth. you melted into it instantly, fingers threading through his soft hair, tugging just enough to make him hum against you. the room felt smaller, warmer. jake kissed you senseless. deep, languid drags of his tongue that made your head spin, little nips to your lower lip followed by soothing licks, then diving back in like he couldn’t get enough.
you were struggling for breath after a while, chest heaving, but you didn’t dare pull away. not when he was kissing you like this. your lungs were burning but the way his mouth moved against yours, the way his hands gripped your hips to keep you pressed flush against him… you just couldn’t bring yourself to stop him. so you kept going, kissing him back just as eagerly even as black spots started dancing at the edges of your vision.
jake noticed.
he always notices.
he slowed the kiss gradually, finally pulling back just enough for your foreheads to rest together. his lips were swollen and shiny, breath coming out in warm puffs against your mouth as he searched your eyes. “baby…” his voice had dropped lower, that deep, slightly raspy tone he gets when he’s really into it, sending a shiver straight down your spine. “you’re breathing really hard. you okay?”
you nodded quickly, still a little dizzy, not wanting him to think he had to stop or pull away. he studied your face for a second, thumb brushing gently over your cheek.
“hey,” he murmured, that deep voice making everything feel ten times more intense. “you gotta tell me. you gotta communicate, alright? i don’t wanna keep going if you need air.”
your heart did a stupid little flip at how hot that sounded. the way he said it so dominantly yet so softly, eyes locked on yours. you nodded again, biting your swollen lip.
jake gave you the softest smile, but there was still that heated tension humming between you. “use your words, pretty. tell me.”
you swallowed, voice a little shaky but honest. “i’m okay… i just didn’t want you to stop. you were kissing me so good i forgot to breathe.”
his eyes darkened instantly, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest as he leaned in again, brushing his nose against yours. “yeah? then breathe for me now… because i’m nowhere near done with you yet.”
and just like that he was kissing you again, deep, slow, and completely addictive. while you sat on his lap, heart racing and lips tingling, knowing he’d always check on you even when things got this intense.
❤︎ bella notes ｡ definitely inspired by that one clip from his recent live.
taste - danceracha ۶ৎ when a stupid game of truth or dare has you laying beneath your hot roommate as he does pushups
ˊᗜˋ roommate!jake x fem!reader┆fluff┆petnames, kisses, swearing, minsung cameo┆wc 497
𝗯★𝗻𝗷𝗶 HAPPY BIRTHDAY @koiiq !!!!!!!!!!!!!! literally what would i do without you twin. my sun to my won, my ceo mafia boss to my yn, have the happiest of birthdays my lovely <333 MWAHHHH
your roommate was going to be the death of you. he was hot as fuck and there was no denying it.
jake sim was the definition of “oh my god my roommate is so hot but if i date him things might go wrong and i might end up homeless” if that was even a common statement. he had a gorgeous puppy-like smile that contrasted with his eye candy muscles.
you knew he was also the definition of a “sleeper build” because you have never once seen jake workout without complaining within the first 5 seconds.
it was impossible not to have feelings for the man! he was charming, funny, and very considerate, never once leaving a mess around your shared apartment.
however, one evening with your best friends, minho and jisung, led to either the worst mistake of your life or the best thing that’s ever happened to you.
the three of you were perched at your kitchen island, happily catching up over some greasy food.
“why don’t you have mr. hottie join us?” jisung snickers, a stupidly smug grin on his lips.
“no way! i don’t wanna make him uncomfortable..” you blurt out too quickly, your heart rate spiking at the mention of jake.
“just admit you don’t want him here cause you’re scared,” minho teases, childishly sticking his tongue out at you. you flip him off.
“whatever, let’s play truth or dare,” jisung grins like he’s five.
“ji, what are we? high schoolers?” you snort, bringing your knees up to your chest. but still, you agree.
it’s easy at first, simple things like “when was your last kiss?” or “i dare you to go scream the lyrics to stateside out the window” until minho decided to be the fucking menace he is.
“ynnie, truth or dare?” he smirks, the same smirk he wore when he was up to no good.
“dare,” you exhale, feeling risky.
“i dare you to get jake to do a pushup with you underneath him,” he laughs like the devil he is.
“i hate you lee minho.”
so here you are, laying on the floor of jake’s room, with your crazy hot, crazy buff roommate smirking over you.
“since when did you get so risky?” he questions, his gaze sharp on you.
you don’t answer.
you don’t dare make a sound when he sets his hands beside your head and hovers directly over you. you don’t even know you exist when he lowers himself down for the push up, but never actually goes back up, staying centimeters away from your face.
you can feel his lips ghosting yours, and the tension is so thick you feel like you’e suffocating in it.
“sweetheart, can i kiss you?” he breathes, your noses brushing together.
you don’t trust your voice, so you nod.
and with that, his lips finally crash against yours and suddenly, you feel like the main character of a fanfiction who finally confessed to her roommate after years of pining.
— genre romance, ex's brother, forbidden relationship, frat au word count 1.6K pairing non-idol!jake x fem reader (ft. ex!jay) warnings profanity, kissing, suggestive content author’s note IDK HOW TO WRITE KISSING SCENES CRINGE but uh. yeah this was based off this jake post bc this clip is insane for real. might do a part two tbh 0.o
“YOU KNOW YOU SHOULDN’T BE IN HERE, RIGHT?” Jake spoke lazily, his gaze fixed on his computer. He didn’t spare you a glance as you stood under his doorframe, the shadow of your figure all he could see in the dim light of his room.
The loud music from downstairs had blurred into muffled chaos, the party energy losing its momentum at the second story. The frat house never slept, especially not with the infamous Park Jongseong, or Jay, as its president. Parties had become second nature for everyone who lived there, the energy of Greek life too overwhelming to lose to.
Jongseong was revered in college, considered a king whenever the situation required any kind of function– the Party Monster, trademarked by die-hard The Weeknd fan Heeseung, but you knew better than to praise him.
Sure, he could throw a mean rager with ease, but that was all he had.
Because when push came to shove, Jay was a complete asshole.
He was evil, beyond what words could say. He had no regard for anyone but himself, he threw girls around like fucking trading cards, and he seriously, truly swore by alpha male podcasts as a source of motivation.
You never let yourself dwell much on the fact that you had given Jay a chance, or that you really had faith that he would change for you, but Jay was gone past any possibility of redemption, and he played in your face before you could see it coming.
You hated him, with everything you had. There was nothing you wished for more than to never see his face again.
To others, it looked hypocritical of you to continue to attend Jay’s frat parties despite your hatred for him, but what they didn’t know was that you weren’t there for him. Shit, you weren’t even there for the party.
You weren’t sure how it started, but a year ago, at a party just like this, you’d met the man who would sweep you off your feet like Jay never could.
Jake Sim, the love of your life and, unfortunately, your ex’s younger brother.
You often wondered how exactly a guy as perfect as Jake could have a brother as twisted and demented as Jongseong, how one could grow up with the literal devil on their shoulder and still come out an angel.
Jake was a breath of fresh air, a distraction, a kind of escapism you couldn’t get enough of if you tried. He made you feel heard, feel seen, and most of all, he made you feel loved.
Jake had known of you casually, from both parties and whatever he’d heard from his brother. He’d been just as surprised at Jay’s actions as you were, fully convinced that you were his one before your relationship went to shit. After your breakup with Jay, Jake had come by your sorority house to apologize on behalf of his brother, and from that moment sprouted a relationship that would change your life in the best way possible.
Jake was your boyfriend, you were his girlfriend, but the two of you moved strictly in secret.
You couldn’t go public, at least not for a while, for both your wellbeing and Jake’s overall safety in the frat house. The mere thought of Jay finding out that his brother and his ex had gotten together behind his back was enough to send shivers up your spine.
It was the default fix, the mutual agreement you and Jake had come to when you defined your relationship.
You would keep the relationship away from the public. You would keep Jake from getting smothered in his sleep, and Jake would keep Jay from going completely mental.
He’d never tell you this, but, despite all of Jay’s shortcomings as a boyfriend, you had been his first and only girlfriend, and Jake knew that he wouldn’t have stuck around as he did if he didn’t at least have some feelings for you. Dickhead tendencies aside, he did love his brother, and though he couldn’t control his own heart, he figured that he’d try and preserve Jay’s for as long as he could.
It wasn’t always easy, lying to Jay. There were moments of dread, nightmares about the day his brother would realize what was happening. There were times where Jake would have to turn down put-ons from Jay, and insist that he simply “wasn’t looking for love.”
There was guilt for a while, but he got over it quickly. Jake had better things to worry about.
Like you, at his door instead of at the party downstairs, in a dress that is entirely too dangerous for his heart, waiting for him to acknowledge you.
“I gotta tell you, Jake,” you pushed yourself off of the doorframe, kicking your heels off and making your way towards him, “I’m way too tired to care about people seeing me, and I’m sure they won’t anyway.”
You kneeled on the mattress on one knee, leaning forward and taking Jake’s chin in your hand. His heart was quick to stutter, his calm facade beginning to shatter under your hold. Jake would always have a weakness for you, no matter how collected he pretended to be.
His eyes widened slightly despite himself as you gently pulled him closer, your face closing the distance between you two. Jake’s eyelashes fluttered as he looked down, suddenly fixed on your lips and how close they were to his. Your lips brushed lightly against each other, enough to feel the slightest hint of a kiss, but not nearly enough to satisfy anyone properly.
All it took was one nudge, the slightest movement for his lips to touch yours, and he wanted it, he wanted it so bad, but Jake liked to tease.
He wouldn’t give it to you, even though his heart screamed at him to let go.
Your voice was a whisper as you exhaled against his lips, “I missed you.”
And just as you leaned in, your eyes shutting as your hand shifted to Jake’s cheek–
“Not yet.”
He pulled away, turning his head to the side before you could get to him. You gasped lightly, and Jake smirked. A smug, knowing smirk that was a painful reminder of his relation to Jay. He looked back at you, his eyes low and dark with a want that nearly made you shiver.
He eyed you from the face down, before returning to your eyes and taunting, “Say please.”
You were completely gone, consumed by the explosive need for Jake’s touch that bubbled in your chest, his lips so beautiful and tantalizing that your thoughts had been reduced to nothing more than raw desire.
You breathed out, “Please.”
“Again.”
“Please.”
“Like you mean it.”
“Jake, please, just let me–”
“Beg for it.”
You were at your wit’s end, your voice reaching a pathetically whiny pitch that only Jake could bring out of you. You were falling apart, and he hadn’t even touched you.
“Jake, I need you to kiss me, I’m begging.”
He paused. Looked around as if to think about whether or not he approved your pleas. He hummed in disappointment.
“It could use some work.”
“God!” You cried out. You’d completely given up on waiting, on Jake’s games, the need for satisfaction clawing at you uncontrollably. Your hands grabbed Jake’s head, and you smashed his lips onto yours.
As if a switch flipped, the both of you immediately began moving frantically against one another, leaning in as if you’d wanted to melt into one person.
The kiss was hungry, charged with the fervor that came from restraint– it was desperation, the way your lips moved against each other. You were quick to sigh into the kiss, your mouth rough and feverish as you leaned further into Jake.
Despite his teasing, the moment you brought their lips together sent a shock of pleasure through his whole body, exiting from his mouth through a groan that made you dizzy with pleasure. You threw your other leg onto the bed and over Jake’s lap, straddling him as he held your waist in his hands.
“So impatient,” he chuckled against your lips, and you could feel his smirk through the kiss.
“Oh, shut up.” Your hands moved with minds of their own– up and down his chest, playing with the waistband of his sweatpants, going up and settling in Jake’s hair. You grabbed at two chunks of hair and lightly tugged at it, Jake gasping at the sensation just enough for you to deepen the kiss, sliding your tongue into his mouth as your body curved into his.
There was something about the way Jake made you feel that would never be topped, the satisfaction he gave you beyond anything you’d ever experienced that made you cherish him even more.
Even through the most heated moments, you can still feel the love and deliberation in his movements, through the way he handled you.
You could tell that he loved you, and you always made sure to return the favor tenfold.
Jake’s lips began to travel down your neck, leaving wet kisses everywhere from the tip of your jaw down to your collarbone. You sighed, eyes closed as your hands played in his hair.
He whispered against your shoulder, “I love you,” and looked up from where he was.
You looked down at him, and you swore it that your heart would stop one day because of him. His eyes were lazy and filled with need, yet so desperate that it brought about a complicated feeling you purposely chose not to put a name to.
You grinned at the sight of him looking up at you, and leaned your head forward until your forehead connected with his. “I love you, too, Jake.”
He mirrored your smile, giggling to himself before leaning in for another kiss and–
It was so sudden.
A glass bottle of beer, now shattered, spilling, and long forgotten on the floor.
A whisper so quiet and choked that the loud panting in the room nearly overpowered it.
“Jake?”
You and Jake flew off of each other, looking at the door with wide eyes.
🎧ྀི end up here by 5sos, drop dead by olivia rodrigo, packing it up by gracie abrams, mrs all american by 5sos, chest by 5sos
in which you're trying to buy tickets to see your favorite band at a concert in korea, only to find out that you need a foreign address to register for tickets. you complain to your brother, who suggests you use the address of his friend who lives abroad, jake. how do you proceed when you and jake have more in common than you'd planned?
SUMMARY: once the college’s golden girl, you had it all: endless parties, a popular boyfriend, and flawless grades. but behind the spotlight, your mind was slowly unraveling. pretending everything was fine became exhausting, and for the first time, you didn’t recognize the person staring back at you anymore. then came Sim Jake, the awkward, quiet nerd you never thought twice about, who somehow saw through every carefully built wall around you. and the more your world fell apart, the more he became the only place that still felt safe.
WARNINGS: PLEASE READ PART 1 BEFORE PROCEEDING WITH THIS FIC. mentions of anxiety attacks, panic attacks (slight description), pills consumption, jake is silly (we love him), y/n’s anxiety is mentioned A LOT, alcohol consumption, arguing, fightin (no punches actually), slow burn but they had sex, this is low-key trash (but don’t we all love a little trash sometimes?), jake is VERY desperate, abandonment issues (🙁), i SWEAR it gets better as y/n breaks up with jacob, missionary, (failed) edging, overstimulation, fluff (like, tooth rotting) pet names (baby), lmk if more. NOT PROOFREAD.
NOW PLAYING: Skin by Sabrina Carpenter - I THINK I’M LOST AGAIN by Chase Atlantic - Fame is a Gun by Addison Rae - Diet Pepsi by Addison Rae
a/n: hihi! here is the second part <3 i wanted to add a couple of more scenes but honestly i don’t think i have the energy to do so. still please let me know your thoughts! 🫶
You didn't go back to university for a full week. You simply couldn't. The thought of walking through those hallways, of seeing the library where you had studied with Jake, of passing by the bench in the campus park where you had finally ended things with Jacob— it all felt too heavy.
So you took the week off, told yourself it was a self-care break, and tried to convince your reflection in the mirror that you deserved this time to heal.
Some days were productive: you dragged yourself to the nail salon, settling into the plush chair as a kind woman with steady hands shaped your nails into perfect ovals and painted them a deep burgundy that reminded you of dried roses.
You watched the color transform your fingers, layer by layer, and thought about how strange it was that something so small could make you feel a little more human.
You got your hair cut too, just a trim, a few inches off the ends, but it felt like shedding old skin.
The hairdresser chatted about the holidays while snippets of hair fell around you, and you nodded along, offering polite responses even if your mind was somewhere else entirely.
You went shopping, aimlessly at first, wandering through stores without really seeing the items on the racks.
But eventually, you found yourself picking up things with purpose.
A soft cashmere scarf in forest green that felt warm like a hug. A small leather-bound journal, because maybe writing would help.
A set of copper mugs that reminded you of the ones Jake had in his kitchen…. truthfully you didn't know why you bought them. You just knew they made you feel something other than the numbness that had settled into your bones.
But other days, you didn't leave your bed at all. The curtains stayed drawn as you lay there, staring at the ceiling, feeling the weight of everything pressing down on your chest.
You cried until your eyes were puffy and your throat was raw. You slept fitfully, dreams tangled with memories that left you disoriented when you woke.
You had no energy, no motivation, and certainly no desire to do anything except exist in the fog of your own sorrow.
Jake texted you almost daily. His messages were gentle, never demanding.
jake 🤓💙: Good morning. Just wanted to say hi.
jake 🤓💙: Did you eat today?
jake 🤓💙: I found a funny video of a cat trying to catch a laser pointer… thought you might like it.
And you would reply, sending him little snippets of your days. It was a lifeline, those messages. A thin thread connecting you to the outside world when you felt like disappearing.
When Christmas holidays arrived, you didn't even have to decide whether to go back to university. The break had started, and all your exams were already submitted. You had finished them before everything fell apart, and for that, you were grateful.
Sophia had gone back to her family, and she would stay with them until the 27th. She had hugged you tight before leaving, and made you promise to call her if you needed anything. You had nodded and waved goodbye.
then the dorm was empty.
You had no intention of going back to your own family. You hadn't told them about the breakup with Jacob, but news traveled fast in the way it always did. Jacob's mother had called your mother, and Jacob had painted himself as the victim, of course.
He had spun the story so that you were the villain, the unstable girlfriend who had cheated on him after everything he had done for you. Your mother had called, and you had let it ring until it went to voicemail. Then she called again… and again.… you ignored every single one.
On the morning of December twenty-fourth, your phone buzzed with a call that you almost didn't answer.
But when you saw Jake's name on the screen, something in your chest loosened.
"Hello?" you said, your voice still rough from sleep.
"Hey, Y/N." He sounded awkward, the way he always did when he was nervous. "I know this is really last minute, and you can absolutely say no, no pressure at all. But I was wondering… would you maybe want to come celebrate Christmas with my family? My mom would really like for you to come and— uhm I would too. If you wanted.”
You felt warmth spread through your chest, chasing away some of the cold that had settled there. "Jake, I would love to."
"Really?" His voice cracked with surprise. "I mean— yes! Great. That's great, I'll come pick you up. What time works for you?"
So you packed a small bag, throwing in clothes for a few days, your toiletries, and some last minute gifts you bought during a shopping spree.
You wrapped them carefully, choosing paper that sparkled under the light and ribbons that curled when you pulled scissors across them.
It felt good to do something with your hands, it kept your mind busy.
Jake arrived at your dorm in the early afternoon. When you opened the door, he was standing there with flushed cheeks and a red nose, bundled up in a thick coat and a scarf that was slightly crooked.
He looked so cute that your heart ached. "Hi." he said, his breath fogging in the cold air.
"Hi.” you replied, and you smiled. It was small and fragile, but it was real.
He took your bag without asking, slinging it over his shoulder, and walked you to his car.
The ride was long, about three hours long, but it didn't feel draining.
You talked about everything and nothing. He told you about the Christmas traditions they had.
You told him about your shopping spree and about how you had cried in the shower that morning but felt a little better afterward.
You sang along to the radio, off-key and laughing, and the miles slipped away.
When Jake pulled into the curb of his family home, the front door burst open before the car had even fully stopped. A golden and white blur came bounding out, barking and wagging her tail so hard her whole body wiggled.
"That's Layla.” Jake said, grinning.
He got out of the car and immediately dropped to his knees, letting the dog jump all over him.
She licked his face, smeared her paws on his coat, and knocked his glasses askew.
He laughed, hugging her close, and you felt your chest tighten at the sight.
"Come here, Layla," he said, gesturing for you to approach. "Meet Y/N."
Layla moved over to you, sniffing your hand with enthusiasm before deciding you were acceptable and licking your palm. You laughed, scratching behind her ears, and she leaned into your touch.
"She likes you." Jake said with a soft voice and eyes that shone.
You walked inside together, bags and gifts in hand. A Christmas tree stood in the middle of the living room, covered in ornaments and twinkling lights while stockings hung by the fireplace.
Jake's mother came out first, a woman with kind eyes and graying hair, and she wrapped her arms around him like she hadn't seen him in years. His father followed, clapping him on the shoulder with a warm smile.
Then their attention shifted to you.
"Oh, you must be Y/N," his mother said, her voice gentle. "Jake has told us so much about you."
You felt your cheeks warm. "It's so nice to meet you. Thank you for having me."
She took your hands in hers, squeezing them. "Sweetheart, Jake told me you've been struggling. But you're brave to try to be better.” She pointed to your chest “That takes real strength."
Your eyes stung with unexpected tears, and you blinked them back. "Thank you.” you whispered.
They showed you around the house, a cozy space filled with family photos and handmade decorations, and then led you up the stairs to Jake's room.
It was exactly what you had imagined. Neat and organized, with Taekwondo trophies lining the shelves and Marvel posters covering the walls.
A shelf of comics sat neatly arranged, under it were a desk with a lamp and a stack of books. His bed, made with precise corners, looked inviting and soft.
"We thought you could sleep here," his mother said. "Jake will take the sofa downstairs."
"I can sleep on the sofa," you said, feeling guilty. truly, I don't mind."
But she waved her hand dismissively. "Nonsense, you’re our guest. And besides, it's Christmas."
You were too tired to argue. You took a long, hot shower, letting the steam ease the tension from your shoulders.
You changed into your pajamas and collapsed onto Jake's bed.
The sheets smelled like him, that familiar detergent scent that had become a comfort. You wrapped yourself in his blanket, breathed in deep, and fell asleep.
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Christmas morning arrived with the soft patter of snow against the windows. You woke to a gentle knock on the door, followed by Jake's voice. "Merry Christmas, Y/N."
"Come in.” you mumbled, still half-asleep.
He opened the door, and Layla came bounding in before he could stop her.
She jumped onto the bed, her paws pressing into your stomach, and proceeded to lick your entire face with enthusiastic abandon.
You laughed, sputtering, trying to push her away gently. "Layla, I love you, but please—"
Jake grabbed her by the collar, pulling her off with an apologetic expression. "I'm so sorry. She gets excited."
"It's okay," you said, wiping your face with the back of your hand. "Good morning to me, I guess."
He smiled, and it was bright and genuine. "Good morning, breakfast is ready when you are."
You went downstairs together, Layla trotting behind you.
The table was covered with food of all kinds: pancakes, sausage, fresh fruit and a plate of cookies that looked homemade.
Jake's mother beamed as she set out the plates, and his father poured coffee into mugs shaped like snowmen.
You ate until you were full, the conversation light and easy. They asked you about your studies, about your dreams, about your favorite Christmas movies.
You answered honestly, feeling more at ease than you had in weeks.
After breakfast, you all gathered around the tree. His father handed out the gifts one by one, and you watched as the family exchanged presents with laughter and joy.
Jake's mother unwrapped the knitted scarf you had made, running her fingers over the uneven stitches.
"You made this?" she asked, her eyes soft.
"I tried," you said, embarrassed. "It's not perfect, I was in a rush."
"It's perfect," she said, and she wrapped it around her neck. "I'll wear it every day."
Jake's father opened the miniature car you had found for him, a vintage model that you had seen in a shop window and thought he might like.
He examined it with the careful attention of a collector, then looked up at you with a smile. "Thank you, this will look wonderful in my display case."
And then it was Jake's turn. You handed him a small, neatly wrapped box, and he unwrapped it with careful fingers.
When he saw what was inside, his breath caught.
It was an Iron Man plushie with a little button on its chest. He pressed it, and a voice recording played: "You are special."
His eyes welled up. "Y/N…"
"I recorded it myself," you said, your voice quiet. "I wanted you to hear it whenever you needed to."
He hugged the plushie to his chest, then reached out and pulled you into a hug.
His arms wrapped around you tight, and you felt his breath warm against your ear. "I love it,"
He whispered. "I love you."
Your heart skipped, but you didn't say anything.
Then he pulled back, wiping his eyes, and handed you a gift of his own.
It was a small envelope, and inside were two tickets. You pulled them out, reading the fine print that you recognised, it was the new SPA back in town… the very expensive one.
"I thought you could go with Sophia," he said, his voice nervous. "Just to relax and unwind. I thought it might help."
You stared at the tickets, then at him. "Jake, this is too much. This must have cost—"
"I wanted to do something nice for you," he said simply. "You've been through so much.. and uhm… I just want you to be happy."
You threw your arms around him, burying your face in his shoulder. "Thank you," you murmured. "Thank you so much."
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The day passed in a blur of food, laughter, and warmth.
You played board games after lunch, and you lost spectacularly at Monopoly.
Jake's mother taught you how to make her famous Christmas cookies, and you got flour on your nose, but you were happy to help.
As evening rolled in, the house grew quiet. His parents went to bed early, tired after the long day, and the lights on the tree were turned off, leaving only the glow of the fireplace.
Jake was about to head to the sofa, but you reached out and grabbed his hand.
"Come with me.” you said.
He looked at you, confused. "But I'm supposed to sleep on the sofa."
"I don't want you to sleep on the sofa," you said. "Come to the room."
He hesitated, but you tugged him along, and he followed. Layla was already asleep in her bed by the fire, fortunately ahe didn’t follow you upstairs.
You closed the bedroom door behind you, the room illuminated only by the soft moonlight filtering through the curtains.
Jake stood there, unsure, with his hands hanging at his sides awkwardly.
"Jake," you said, stepping closer to him. "You've been so kind to me. The tickets, the way you've checked on me every day, the way you let me cry on your shoulder…. you've given me so much."
"It's nothing." he said, shaking his head.
"No, it's everything." You reached up and kissed him. Soft at first, a gentle press of your lips against his.
He made a small sound, and then his hands came up to cup your face, pulling you closer.
You broke the kiss, breathing hard and looked at him. "Lay down." you whispered.
He did, settling onto the bed, and you climbed on top of him. But before you could do anything else, his hands caught your waist.
"Wait," he said, his voice strained. "Are you sure? You asked me to wait…. I don't want to push you into something you're not ready for."
You looked down at him, at his worried eyes and trembling hands.
You leaned in, pressing your forehead to his. “My body and heart already belong to you… you just have to give my mind time to catch up."
He searched your eyes, looking for any hesitation, and when he found none, he kissed you, deep and passionate, and you melted into him.
You helped each other out of your pajamas, the fabric sliding away, leaving skin against skin. He laid you down, his body hovering on yours.
His hands roamed your back, your hips, your thighs, touching you like you were something precious.
He was already hard, his thick cock pressing against your thigh with a bead of precum glistening at the tip.
You reached down, stroking him, and he gasped.
"Tell me what you imagined," you whispered. "When you were here, alone. Did you imagine being fucked? Or did you imagine fucking someone?”
His breath hitched. "Both."
"Then fuck me," you said. "I want to feel you."
He positioned himself at your entrance, with his eyes locked on yours.
He pushed in slowly, his thick cock stretching you, filling you completely. You gasped, your fingers digging into his shoulders.
He began to move, thrusting into you with a rhythm that started steady but quickly became sloppy.
He was inexperienced, you could tell, and it was so endearing it made your heart ache. “I— uhm.” He gasped, “I’ve never done this before…”
He was trying so hard, but his hips were uncoordinated.
“I’ve got you.” So you moved your own hips, meeting his thrusts, guiding him.
He groaned, burying his face in your neck. He trailed kisses down your body, until he reached your breasts. He kissed the skin there, then sucked it, marking your skin with purple hickeys.
You bit your lip, trying to stay quiet, aware of his parents sleeping downstairs.
"I'm going to come," he gasped, his movements becoming frantic.
"Hold it.” you said, your voice firm but gentle.
He tried. He really did. His muscles tensed and his jaw clenched, but his body was betraying him. "I can't—"
"Stop moving," you said. "Breathe with me."
He froze, his cock still buried deep inside you, and took shaky breaths. You held him, stroking his back, calming him downwards.
"Okay," you said after a moment. "Keep going."
He started moving again, but it was too late. "No, no, no—" he gasped, and then he was coming, deep inside you, his body shuddering as he spilled into you.
He collapsed on top of you, breathing hard, with his face buried in your hair. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I couldn't hold it."
"It's okay.” you said, stroking his back.
He tried to comtinue, to make you shatter on his cock, but it was too much. He was too sensitive. So he pulled out and looked down at your slick, messy thighs. He swallowed, then leaned down, pressing his tongue against your clit.
You gasped, your hips bucking up to meet him. He ate you out with desperate hunger, licking up the mix of his cum and your arousal, his tongue circling your clit until you were trembling.
“Mh— fuck.” You whispered, grasping his hair and guiding his head.
He moaned, putting a finger inside you, then two, stretching you open. “Yes, right there.” you breathed out.
He took it as a mission to rub agains the spot that made you see stars. And when you came, it was with a broken cry, your body arching off the bed as waves of pleasure crashed through you.
He crawled up, kissed your forehead, and wrapped his arms around you. "Merry Christmas, Y/N," he whispered.
And for the first time in a long time, you felt like maybe everything was going to be okay.
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You woke in the middle of the night, your eyes fluttering open in the darkness of Jake's room. The digital clock on his nightstand glowed at 2:47 AM, but even if it was late you felt completely awake, your mind churning with thoughts that wouldn't settle.
You turned onto your side, watching Jake sleep. His face was relaxed, his lips were slightly parted, and his chest was rising and falling in a steady rhythm.
His glasses were folded neatly on the nightstand, and without them, he looked younger. You reached out, barely brushing your fingers against his cheek, but he stirred anyway.
"Mm?" He blinked, unfocused eyes opening in the darkness. "Y/N? What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong," you whispered. "I just couldn't sleep."
He didn't hesitate. He lifted the blanket, making space for you, and you shifted closer to him, settling into the warmth of his body.
He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you against his chest and you breathed in the familiar scent of his skin.
You were both back in your pajamas, you in the soft flannel pants and old t-shirt you had worn to sleep, him in a pair of sweatpants and a thin long-sleeved shirt.
"Better?" he murmured, his voice rough with sleep.
"Better.” you said, and you meant it.
You lay there in the quiet with the rhythm of his heartbeat steady against your ear.
But your mind was still restless, full of questions that had been lingering in the back of your thoughts for weeks.
"Jake?" you said softly.
"Mm?" He murmured.
"Can I ask you something?" He shifted, looking down at you. "Of course."
"What do you want to do after you graduate?"
He was quiet for a moment, his hand tracing lazy patterns on your back. When he spoke, his voice was thoughtful. "I’ve been thinking about it a lot, actually." He paused. "I'd really like to teach Taekwondo to little kids."
You lifted your head to look at him, surprised. "Really?"
"Yeah." There was a soft smile on his face, visible even in the dim light. "My instructor... he was patient. He taught me that strength isn't just about being able to hit harder, it's about discipline, and respect, and knowing when not to fight." He swallowed. "I want to be that for some kid. Maybe help one just like me."
You felt your heart swell, and you pressed your hand against his chest. "That's beautiful, Jake."
He shrugged, embarrassed. "I don't know if I can make a living with it, butt maybe with my major, I could get a part-time job in a company, doing statistical analysis. I just... I want to do something that matters."
"It matters," you said firmly. "It matters so much."
He looked at you then, his eyes soft. "What about you, baby? What do you want to do?"
The nickname made your heart flutter. You were sure it had slipped out in the intimacy of the moment, but you didn’t want to shatter it by pointing it out.
You looked away, staring at the wall, at the Marvel posters that watched over the room.
"I don't know," you admitted. "I'm majoring in Economics, but... truthfully, I hate it."
The words hung in the air, heavy and raw. You had never said them out loud before, not even to yourself.
"I only did it because my parents thought I should get a stable job," you continued, your voice barely above a whisper. "They said Economics was practical, that I could always get a job with it. That I shouldn't waste my potential on something frivolous."
"But you don't like it." Jake pointed ou.
"I don't," you said. "I hate every single class. I hate the numbers, and the graphs, I feel like I'm drowning in something I don't even care about."
He was quiet, letting you speak. "But I think..." You took a shaky breath. "I think I want to become a kindergarten teacher."
The words felt fragile, like they might shatter if you said them too loudly. But Jake's hand stilled on your back, and he looked at you with an expression so full of warmth it made your eyes sting.
"A kindergarten teacher?" he repeated.
"I want to sing with kids," you said, the dream spilling out of you now. "I want to help them draw, and make little crafts for their parents. I want to teach them the alphabet, and read them stories, and watch them figure out the world for the first time. I want to be the person who makes them feel safe and happy and excited to learn."
You laughed, a little embarrassed. "It sounds stupid."
"It doesn't sound stupid at all," Jake said, his voice firm. "It sounds perfect."
You looked at him, searching for any hint of insincerity, but there was none.
"I'll help you achieve it," he said. "Whatever you need. I'll help you study for the exams, I'll help you find programs, I'll even help you tell your parents if you want me to.” His eyes were full of determination, “Whatever it takes, I'm with you."
Your throat tightened, and you felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes. "You're already part of my dream, Jake.”
He blinked, confused. "What do you mean?"
"I mean..." You reached up, cupping his face in your hands. "When I imagine my future, I see a classroom full of little kids. But I also see you, I see you coming home after teaching Taekwondo, and I see us making dinner together, and I see lazy Sundays on the couch with Layla… I see you in every single part of it."
His breath caught. "Y/N..."
"You're not just part of my dream," you said, your voice breaking. "You are my dream."
He kissed you then, soft and tender, and you melted into him. When you broke apart, his eyes were glistening. "I love you.” he whispered.
You didn’t say it back just yet, but you pressed yourself closer, letting him feel it with your body.
You fell asleep in his arms, wrapped up in each other, the future no longer a terrifying unknown but something to look forward to.
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The next few days passed in a warm blur.
Jake's mother sent you home with so many leftovers that you had to use two bags to carry them all: tupperware containers of cookies, slices of cake and a whole ham that she insisted you take.
Jake laughed as he helped you load everything into the car, and you tried to protest, but she wouldn't hear of it.
"You look too worn-out," she said, patting your cheek. "Eat."
Time flew by, and before you knew it, it was December thirty-first, New Year's Eve.
You knew what was your plan: Jay, one of Sophia’s friend, was throwing a party, and the invitation extended to you. His parties were always popular, full of drunken college kids, weed, and even a dance floor he had bought from Amazon.
You chewed your lip, glancing at the time.
You had been nervous about asking Jake to come to a party. He wasn't the type for crowded rooms and loud music, but you wanted him there. You wanted to share that part of your world with him.
You spent the whole morning gathering courage, typing and deleting messages, until finally, you sent one.
You: hey! so, a friend of a friend is throwing a party tonight and i was wondering if u wanted to come 🥺
jake 🤓💙: I don't know, Y/N. Parties aren't really my thing.
You: heeseung will be there too! and i'll be with you the whole time, i promise.
You: if it gets too much, we can leave whenever you want
jake 🤓💙: Okay. For you.
You spent the whole afternoon getting ready, you put on a mini glittery skirt that caught the light every time you moved, paired with a black top that showed just enough skin.
You curled your hair, put on a bit of makeup, and looked at yourself in the mirror.
You looked good and you felt even better.
Together with Sophia you drove to Jake's place ajd when he opened the door, your breath caught.
He was wearing dark jeans and a simple button-down shirt, but he looked so handsome it made your heart ache.
He had done something different with his hair, probably added some gel, and then you noticed— he was wearing contacts.
His brownish eyes, usually hidden behind glasses, were fully visible, and they were beautiful.
"You look amazing.” you said. “A total ride.”
He blushed, rubbing the back of his neck. "You look incredible too, Y/N."
Sophia wolf-whistled from the car, and Jake's blush deepened.
"Let's go." you said, grabbing his hand.
The party was already packed when you arrived. Jay's house was massive, with a sprawling backyard and a living room that had been converted into the dance floor.
Sophia disappeared into the crowd almost immediately, spotting a friend across the room and waving at you over her shoulder.
You held Jake's hand tightly as you wove through the crowd, your fingers intertwined.
Almost every person you passed greeted you. "Y/N! Happy New Year!"
"Good to see you!"
"You look great, Y/N!"
Jake looked at you with wide eyes. "You know everyone here?"
"Not everyone," you said, laughing. "But I know a lot of them."
You reached the kitchen, where Jay was mixing shots with Sunghoon and Heeseung. The counter was lined with bottles and plastic cups, and the three of them were laughing about something.
When Heeseung saw Jake, he broke into a grin. "Jake! Man, good to see you here!"
Jake relaxed visibly, and the two of them started talking, falling into easy conversation.
You felt a wave of relief at the thought that he had someone he knew, someone who could help him feel less out of place.
You took a single shot, the burn sliding down your throat, but your friends ganged up on Jake.
"Come on, one shot!" Jay said, pushing a cup into his hand.
"I don't really—" ahe tried to resist.
"Just one!" Jake looked at you, and you shrugged, smiling. He downed it, grimacing. "Another!" Sunghoon said.
"No, I—" Jake waved his hands. "Another!" He took a second. And then a third, because Jay was very insistent.
By the time he was done, his cheeks were flushed and his eyes were a little glassy. "I think I'm drunk.” he said, blinking slowly.
"Just a little.” you said, laughing.
Someone dragged him to play beer pong, and you watched as he fumbled with the ping pong balls, missing the cups entirely.
He was out of his comfort zone, but he was trying, and you were so proud of him you thought your heart might burst.
But the room started closing in after a while. The music was too loud and the bodies too close
You felt your chest tighten, that familiar wave of anxiety creeping up your spine.
You slipped away, out the back door, into the cool night air. Despite the winter biting chill, the cold temperature grounded you.
You sat on a small stone wall, wrapping your arms around yourself, breathing in the cold until your lungs ached. The stars were barely visible through the city lights, but you stared up at them anyway, trying to keep your mind occupied
Not even ten minutes later, you heard footsteps coming towards you. "Found you."
You looked up, and Jake was standing there, his silhouette outlined by the glow from the house.
"I'm sorry," you said. "I didn't mean to disappear."
He sat down beside you, close enough that his shoulder brushed yours. "It's okay, I noticed you were gone and figured you might need some air."
You leaned into him, resting your head on his shoulder. "Thank you."
He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer. "You're very popular, you know. Every single person in there knows you."
"I guess so." You shrugged.
"It's not very my crowd," he said, and there was no judgment in his voice.
You were quiet for a moment. "I don't think it's my crowd anymore either."
He looked at you, surprised menus. "Really?"
"Really." You sighed. "I used to love parties. I used to love the noise and the chaos and the feeling of being surrounded by people. But now... I don't know, It just feels exhausting. I'd rather be somewhere quiet.” You smiled up at him “With you."
He didn't say anything, but his arm tightened around you.
You noticed him blinking rapidly, squinting into the distance. You cupped his face, turning him towards you. "Jake?" you said softly. "Are your contacts bothering you?"
He looked sheepish, his cheeks flushing. "I'm not used to wearing them. But I wanted to look cool for tonight."
Your heart ached. "You’re cool even with your glasses and you don't have to change yourself to fit in. You're good the way you are."
He stared at you, his eyes vulnerable. "You really think so?"
"I know so." He leaned in, his forehead resting against yours, and you closed your eyes, breathing him in.
And then a voice cut through the night like a blade. "Look, the mentally ill and the nerd together."
You both turned. Jacob was standing a few feet away, with a smug smile on his face.
Minjee was at his side, looking very uncomfortable, her eyes were fixed on the ground.
Jake got up immediately, with a tensw body and fists clenched to his sides. He stepped forward, dangerously close to Jacob.
"Jake, don't," you said, standing and reaching for his arm. "He's not worth it, just ignore him."
But Jacob wasn't done. "What's the matter, Jake? Happy with my leftovers?"
Jake's jaw tightened. "She's not leftovers, she's worth ten of you."
"Oh, is that so?" Jacob laughed. "You're pathetic. After you fucked her, you—"
Jake moved so fast you barely saw it. One moment he was standing beside you, the next he had Jacob on the ground, his arm twisted behind his back, with a knee pressing into his spine. It was a perfect Taekwondo takedown, clean and precise.
Jacob let out a pained grunt, struggling to get up. "Get off me!"
"Apologize.” Jake said, his voice low and dangerous.
"Fuck you!" Jacob spattered.
Jake pressed harder, and Jacob yelped. "Apologize to Y/N."
"Fine! Fine! I'm sorry!" Jake held him for a moment longer, then released him, stepping back. Jacob scrambled to his feet, his face was red with humiliation.
Jake turned to you with his hand outstretched. "Let's go inside."
You took his hand, and he led you back into the party, leaving Jacob alone.
You pulled him onto the dance floor, the music thrumming through your body. Reggaeton played through the speakers, a heavy beat that made you want to move.
"That was very badass.” you said, shouting over the music.
He blushed, the red reaching his ears. "I don't know about that."
"I do." You started dancing together, your bodies moving to the rhythm.
You pressed close to him, your hips brushing against his and your arms looping around his neck. He was a little drunk, his movements were slightly uncoordinated, but he was so cute it made your head spin.
He leaned in, his lips brushing your ear. "Thank you."
"For what?" You tilted your head, confused.
"For letting me into your world." You pulled back, looking at him. His eyes were earnest, vulnerable, and oh so full of love.
"Thank you for being in it.” you said.
And then you kissed him, right there on the dance floor, with the music pounding and the lights flashing and the crowd cheering around you.
His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you close, and you melted into him.
The new year hadn't even started yet, but you already knew it was going to be the best one yet.
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May arrived with a burst of warmth and sunshine, painting the campus in shades of gold and green. The trees that had been bare during winter were now full with leaves rustling in the gentle breeze.
The air smelled like freshly cut grass and the faint sweetness of blooming flowers, and everywhere you looked, there were students in black gowns, posing for pictures with families and friends.
You stood in the middle of the quad, your own gown rustling around your ankles. The fabric was stiff and slightly itchy, but you didn't care.
In your hand, you held your diploma, a thick piece of paper with your name on it, proof that you had made it through four years of exams, sleepless nights, anxiety attacks, and moments where you thought you wouldn't survive.
But you did survive. You were there.
You and your friends had taken dozens of pictures already, Sophia fussing over your cap while Mina beamed with pride.
But there was only one person you wanted to find.
You walked across the square, your heels clicking against the pavement. The sun was warm on your shoulders, and you felt light, almost giddy. Months of ups and downs, of fighting and making up, of learning to trust and to let go— it had all led to this moment.
You spotted them near the old oak tree by the humanities building. Jay and Sunghoon were there, both in their gowns and laughing about something. And beside them, talking animatedly with his hands, was Jake.
He was wearing his gown too woth his cap slightly askew and his glasses perched on his nose.
He looked exactly the same as the day you had met him at the gala: nerdy, awkward, and a little bit clumsy.
But his face lit up when he saw you, and that smile, that beautiful, genuine smile, made your heart skip a beat.
"Y/N!" he called out, and he started jogging toward you.
You met him halfway, and before you could say anything, he spun you around.
Your gown flared out, your cap nearly flew off, but you laughed, a sound so pure and joyful it surprised even you.
"We did it!" he said, setting you down. "We're free! No more assignments and no more exams and no more all-nighters!"
"We did it.” you echoed, your hands resting on his shoulders.
"You look really good in your gown," he said, changing the subject. "I have flowers for you. They're in my car, I forgot to bring them to the ceremony because I was running late, but—"
"Jake," you interrupted, your heart pounding in your chest.
"Yeah?" He tilted his head, listening.
You took a deep breath. The words had been building inside you for months, and now they spilled out, unstoppable. "I want us to be real."
He blinked. "What do you mean?"
"I mean..." You swallowed, your hands trembling slightly. "I want us to be a couple, like… officially. I want to call you my boyfriend without hesitating and I want to be your girlfriend too.”
His eyes widened, and he stared at you like you had just handed him the world.
"I'm ready," you continued, the words tumbling out. "I've almost stopped my anxiety medication entirely. The doctor said I'm doing well, and with university over, I'll have less stress. I can focus on us.”
You took his hand in yours. “On our relationship… I want to be with you, Jake, completely. I want you to be mine."
The silence that followed was deafening.
And then Jake's face broke into the widest grin you had ever seen.
He grabbed you, pulling you into a hug so tight it squeezed the air out of your lungs. "Yes," he said, his voice muffled against your hair. "Yes, yes, yes."
You laughed, tears prickling at your eyes. "Is that a yes?"
He pulled back, cupping your face in his hands. "That's a thousand yeses. I've been waiting for you to be ready, but I would have waited forever, Y/N."
"I love you.” you said, the words falling from your lips like they had always belonged there.
His breath caught. "Say that again."
"I love you." You repeated.
He kissed you then, right there in front of everyone.
His lips pressed against yours, warm and insistent, and you melted into him, your fingers tangling in the fabric of his gown.
The world around you disappeared, there was only him, and you, and the taste of salt and sweetness on his lips.
When he pulled away, his eyes were glistening. "Say it again."
"I love you, Jake."
He buried his face in your neck, his arms wrapping around your waist. "I love you too," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I love you so much it scares me."
You held him, your hand cradling the back of his head. "Thank you," you said softly.
"For what?" He questioned.
"For helping me find myself again."
He pulled back, shaking his head. "You did that all by yourself, Y/N. I just encouraged you from the sidelines."
"No," you said. "You understood me and you never once forced me to be something I wasn't. You never made me pretend to be fine when I wasn't.”
You bit your lip nervously, “You let me be broken, and you stayed anyway. That's not nothing… that’s— that's everything."
He kissed your forehead, your nose, your lips again. "I'll always stay."
Jay cleared his throat. "Okay, you two are making the rest of us single people jealous. Let's go celebrate."
Jake laughed, wiping his eyes. "Yeah, let's go."
You took his hand, intertwining your fingers, and walked off together toward the future.
𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟬─────drunk! jake x fem! reader ， quiet fluff ✶ mentions of crying, kissing, skinship ꕀ 𝑉𝑂𝐺𝑈𝐸 ｡
your eyes settle on the bathroom door when the sound of the flush stops, followed by a few shuffling movements. a sigh and you shift your weight to the left leg, counting down the minutes.
and then your boyfriend walks out— hair tousled, his sweatshirt half tucked in. he gives you a look, something between an apology and a plea, and he already looks sadder than he was.
“you’re still mad at me,” he whispers quietly, taking a seat at the edge of the bed and you grab a towel, moving to stand between his legs and dry his hair.
you don’t know why he thought getting drenched in the rain would make you pity him more.
a sigh. “i am not—”
“yes, you are,” but he barely lets you speak, cutting you off with a desolate whine. “you’ve been quiet for—” a pause as he counts on his fingers. “—five whole minutes,”
it’s making you want to scoff.
this is a grown man in front of you, giving you looks full of desperation, and you shake your head, a faint smile on your lips as you continue to dry his hair with gentle rubs.
your boyfriend is still sulking, more so, in fact.
jake is trying to let a look at you through your devoted movements with his lips morphed in a frown. he is visibly deflated as if his world crashed down on his shoulders— he would argue it’s true.
“how torturous,” you scoff, feeling him lean into your touch with eyes closed and hands on his lap.
“very,” his tone is quiet yet firm. “i’d rather—” he hiccups, hand clutching over his chest. “—die—”
and you slap his shoulder, eyes squinting disapprovingly at his words. “don’t say that!”
a pause.
he looks at you in disbelief, mortified, as if you had stabbed a dagger through his heart. you can swear you see him tearing up, slurring over a few incoherent mumbles before his shiny eyes land onto your face again.
“ouch,” he whimpers and you have to hold yourself from rolling your eyes. “you hate me, you despise me. my life is over,”
despite his words, his hands are settled firm on your hips as if you’re going to disappear if he lets go even for a second.
he buries his face in your stomach, caressing soft and tender patterns on your waist. he pulls you closer when he feels you shiver from the touch of his cold fingertips against the warmth of your skin.
you run your hand on his back, feeling his muscles relax. “don’t be dramatic. and stop crying,”
“you didn’t even kiss me,” he’s looking up at you now, eyes glassy, cheeks flushed. you swear you can see a tear or two sitting on his eyelashes.
you run your fingers through his messy hair, letting out a soft sigh at the exaggerated frown on his lips. “i did,”
“on the forehead,” he frowns even more, heartbreakingly so. “i want to kiss your lips. they’re so pretty,”
you halt in your actions and he is making kissy lips at you, which can also pass as a desperate pout, and your heart skips a beat at how cute he looks, despite the fact that he is looking like a wet puppy lost in the wild.
“you reek of alcohol,” you try to reason with him— or pull his leg, you’re not so sure. his flushed face, half from alcohol and half from crying, is an aching sight to see.
“excuses. you’re breaking up with me,” his lips are jutted out even more now as he awaits your response. a second passes, then another, and he huffs in shock. “you’re not even denying. i’m right, aren’t i? c’mon, you can say it. drop the bomb, i can handle—” another hiccup, or perhaps he is choking on a sob as he inhales sharply. “—i’m a man—”
and then it’s your lips on his.
tender, soft yet firm, like a warm reassurance amidst his hysteria. it’s impossible not to kiss him, you know you were going to give in anyway. you feel his fingers fist over the hem of your top and he lets out a breathy whine against your lips, leaning more into the kiss as if to chase the feeling.
he lets you lead— unlike always, where he is losing himself into you, his lips moving against yours in a messy dance as he loses every sense of control.
you feel the sting of alcohol on your tongue mixed with his airy gasps and needy whines. his hands are shaking as he holds your hips a little tighter, and you can only hold his damp cheeks with tenderness to ground him to reality.
you tug onto his lower lip, drawing another sound from him— you can’t help it, he sounds so pretty. and then you pull back with a last peck, biting back a chuckle at the pout that once again finds its way to his lips.
“i am not breaking up with you,” you see the way his eyes soften at your words, the way he lets out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding.
“okay,” he whispers, slow and soft, finding solace in your words. “i love you,”
and he buries his face in your stomach again, refusing to let go. you can swear he mumbles ‘marry me’ against your top— maybe if he asks when he’s sober, you’ll say yes to that too.
