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IF WISHES COULD KILL chapter 1

At Seorin High School, you and your 7 friends discover "Girigo", a mobile application that claims to grant users' wishes. Following the sudden death of your classmate, a connection is discovered between the application and a series of supernatural omens predicting the deaths of other students. Riki, Sunghoon, Jake, Jungwon, Sunoo and Heesung attempt to stop the cycle of deaths by investigating the app's origins

warnings ⚠︎ : horror, death, self harm, suicide, gore ( not excessive), ghosts, curses, everyone is 18 and +, mature themes : MDNI. ! , smut (consensual, unprotected sex ( do not do that), mutual masturbation, dry humping, oral, &more) fluff, angst, talks of entities and dark materials, shamanism, possessions etc…

⋮ a/n : all credits belong to netflix yk the drill this is only for funsies and this is purely fictional. i had to pause the show every 2 minutes and watch it 3 times in order to write this accurately 😭

taglist : @enha7beshit @collywobblvs @jakeycakeys

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The alarm on your nightstand rang at exactly 6:40 a.m, vibrating louder than the cheap speaker could handle. You groaned into your pillow, blindly reaching for it before the noise could start overstimulating your brain. Every single morning, you swore you would nuke this stupid alarm and the headache that it gave you.

You sat up slowly, hair messy, eyes half-lidded as you stretched your arms above your head. The faint hum of the city filtered in through the window, mixed with the distant sound of buses passing below. For a few seconds you just stayed there, staring at nothing, before your mind fully caught up with the day ahead, school, deadlines, and the usual routine that never really changed.

After getting ready, you shuffled into the kitchen still half-dazed. Breakfast was simple, almost automatic at this point: toast, a protein shake, the kind of meal you didn’t really think about. Your phone lay next to your plate, screen lighting up with notifications you ignored for now. It was probably your aunt and her usual texts about how she couldn’t make it because she had patient emergencies, they were usual, always expected and never a surprise. Instead, your fingers moved to your contacts.

Jake.

You typed quickly: “you awake?” then added, after a second of hesitation, “don’t make me wait again.”

A few seconds passed. Nothing. You rolled your eyes slightly, taking another bite of toast, until your phone buzzed.

From above, a sharp thump-thump echoed through the ceiling: his signal. Two knocks meant yes, he was awake. Typical Jake. You huffed a small laugh to yourself, shaking your head as you grabbed your bag.

“Yeah, yeah, i know you’re awake, lazy” you muttered.

You stepped out of your apartment, locking the door behind you, and headed toward the elevator, adjusting the loosened ribbon around your collar while trying not to yawn. The hallway smelled faintly of detergent and morning air, the building still mostly quiet except for distant doors opening and closing. You pressed the button, rocking slightly on your heels as you waited. A smile couldn’t help but creep on your face, you know how this usually went but you still apprehended it.

A couple of seconds later, you heard quick footsteps above, then the sound of another door opening. You didn’t even need to look up to know who was rushing down the stairs.

The elevator dinged and the doors slid open. You stepped inside with a coy smile.

“Hold it—”

Jake appeared around the corner, slightly breathless, black backpack hanging from one shoulder. His silver rings glinted as he grabbed the wall beside you to stop himself. Even messy like that, he was impossible to ignore, tall, broad-shouldered, the kind of presence that made the small space of the elevator feel even smaller. But the moment his eyes landed on you, everything about him softened.

It was embarrassing how obvious he was.

If he were anything else, anything less human, he’d be a dog left alone for five minutes and reunited with its owner, tail already thumping against the ground before he even got close.

“You’re gonna trip and fall one day,” you said.

His expression shifted instantly into something helplessly affectionate, like he didn’t even try to hide it anymore : “That’ll be your fault, you always almost leave without me.”

He stepped inside next to you, your shoulders brushing naturally. Jake immediately reached for your hand behind his bag where nobody could see, not even the walls.

Dating secretly for 3 months had turned both of you into professionals.

The doors began closing.

Sunghoon glanced down the empty hallway once before leaning closer. “You look half dead.”

You scoffed, you knew it wasn’t an insult but rather concern.

“I am half dead.”

“You were up studying?”

“Erm… no just watching videos.” you lied.

“Liar.”

His mouth twitched slightly. You looked so adorable when you lied about studying, pretending like you didn’t love shoving your face in books and read til your eyes fell out of their socket.

You barely had time to protest before he gently cupped your jaw and dropped a small peck on your lips.

“Hey asshole. I was about to speak!” You feigned annoyance but the truth was that his kisses were well deserved fuel.

“You have the whole day to speak. Just let me kiss you for now.” He smiled, distracted by the curve of your plump lips.

He leaned towards your face, catching them in a tantalizing kiss, breathless and secret. His fingers were cupping your chin, the other hand on your waist.

And suddenly the elevator jerked to a stop on the next floor.

An elderly man stepped inside with a grocery cart, eyebrows drawn together, grumpy.

You and Jake sprang apart so fast it almost looked rehearsed.

The old man looked between the two of you with narrowed eyes. He looked like he was about to curse a whole entire generation of people.

Jake suddenly found the elevator buttons extremely interesting.

You stared at the ceiling, admiring the beautiful erm… lines, and different materials.

A painful silence settled inside the cramped space, and all you wanted to do was burst out laughing.

“Young people these days,” the old man muttered.

Your face burned instantly.

Beside you, Jake quietly covered his mouth, shoulders shaking with restrained laughter.

You kicked his shoe.

“Don’t start.” You whispered through clenched teeth.

The old man sighed dramatically all the way down to the lobby, like two young people kissing was the origin of his demise.

The morning outside Seorin High was already loud with movement, students spilling out of nearby apartment buildings, bus engines sighing at stops, the city stretching itself awake in impatient fragments of light. You and Jake merged into that flow without even needing to coordinate it anymore, like two familiar constants drifting through the same current.

Jake walked slightly too close beside you again. His tall frame cut through the crowd easily, shoulders relaxed, hands in his pockets, but his attention… his attention was never anywhere else for long.

It kept returning to you.

Not in glances that disappeared quickly, but in full pauses. Like he forgot to pretend otherwise.

If he were anything, he would’ve been a dog off-leash in a park, constantly checking over his shoulder to make sure you were still there. And the moment you moved even slightly ahead of him, he matched your pace immediately, like distance between you physically annoyed him.

“You look pretty today. And yesterday too of course. Well any day…” he panicked.

“Thanks silly.” You smiled at him, looking around to see if someone was listening. “You don’t look bad yourself.”

Jake blushed. He always did, not matter if it had been 3 months, he still felt the heat of his cheeks whenever you talked to him.

Ahead, the rest of your group had already started gathering near the corner where everyone usually met before walking to school. The familiar cluster of seven boys and your friend stood waiting like clockwork, voices overlapping in the morning air.

Na-ri was the first to notice you, immediately waving dramatically like she hadn’t seen you in years instead of hours.

“Finally!” she called out. “I was about to die of boredom waiting for you guys.”

Beside her stood Riki, barely reacting outwardly but clearly aware of her presence in the way his posture subtly shifted. Na-ri, however, looked completely normal on the outside; if you ignored the way she kept hovering closer to him every few seconds.

A few steps away, Jay leaned against a wall with his phone in hand, completely absorbed. Someone had once joked he looked like a “Discord mod in real life,” and unfortunately, the description had stuck. Dark hoodie, slightly tired eyes, and the aura of someone who probably argued about settings and server roles more than actual people.

Jay looked up. “If you’re late again, I’m muting both of you,” he said, fidgeting with his phone case.

“Someone wake this dude up please.” Jungwon rolled his eyes looking at Jay.

The group slowly started moving together toward school, forming their usual chaotic walking formation. Voices overlapped immediately, half teasing, half sleep-deprived complaints about homework, teachers, and the absurdity of waking up before 7 a.m.

And as always, Jake stayed right next to you.

Not behind. Not ahead, next to.

Like it was the only correct position.

Heesung glanced between you two with a grin. “You two are seriously not dating?”

Riki immediately jumped in. “Yeah, you’re literally always together. Same building, same route, same timing…”

Jake almost immediately shook his head. “No.”

You answered at the exact same time. “No.”

The synchronization made then laugh.

“Too fast,” Jay muttered, walking backwards in front of you. “Suspicious.”

“It’s not suspicious,” Jake said, a little too quickly, eyes flicking to you for half a second before he looked away again. “It’s just normal.”

“Yeah,” you added. “We’re just neighbors. Why wouldn’t we go to school together.”

“Neighbors who act like a married couple,” Na-Ri teased.

Jake finally turned his head slightly toward you, not fully, just enough for you to catch it. His expression was calm, but there was something quietly attentive in his gaze, like he was listening to every reaction you had even when you weren’t speaking.

If he were a dog, this would be the moment his ears would perk up at your voice alone, tail already wagging just because you stood beside him.

“We’re not dating,” he repeated, but softer this time.

You nodded once. “We’re not.”

The conversation slowly dissolved back into general noise, laughter returning, footsteps continuing along the pavement toward Seorin High. Cars passed by in bursts of sound, wind tugging lightly at uniforms and hair.

The classroom at Seorin High was bright in that harsh morning way, fluorescent lights buzzing faintly overhead, sunlight cutting through the windows in pale rectangles that landed unevenly across desks. The air smelled like paper, dry erasers, and faint traces of coffee someone had clearly smuggled in.

You slid into your seat just as the second bell rang, dropping your bag beside your chair with a soft thud. In front of you sat Jungwon, already seated perfectly upright like he’d been there for hours even though you went to school together. Instead of getting coffee from the vending machines he had preferred to go up to prepare his notebooks.

His laptop was open, fingers moving across the keyboard with quiet precision, eyes focused in a way that made him look like he belonged more in a lecture hall than a high school classroom.

From the side of the room, Jay dropped into his seat with exaggerated exhaustion, immediately spinning his chair slightly before pointing at Jungwon’s laptop like it was a life-or-death situation.

Jay leaned forward. “Yo, Jungwon. Fix my laptop.”

Jungwon finally glanced sideways. “What’s wrong with it?”

“It exists,” Jay said flatly.

A few students snickered. Someone in the back muttered, “He probably smacked it when he saw that his discord kitten blocked him.”

“Fuck off, peasant.” Jay replied without hesitation. “It’s my birthday soon. Fix it as a gift.”

Jungwon blinked once. “That’s not how birthdays work.”

“It is in my system.”

Before Jungwon could respond, the classroom door slid open sharply.

The teacher walked in, holding a stack of papers that immediately silenced the room. The atmosphere shifted, subtle but immediate, like everyone collectively straightened their posture without thinking.

“Settle down,” the teacher said, placing the papers on the desk. “I have results from the latest mock math exam.”

A few groans echoed softly, but no one dared to speak over it.

The teacher adjusted his glasses, scanning the room.

“As a class,” he continued, “Seorin High Class 2-A placed first in the entire Seorin City math rankings.”

A ripple of surprise moved through the room. A few heads turned, some students whispering excitedly.

“The city had only four perfect scorers this time,” the teacher added, pausing slightly for effect, “and two of them are in this classroom.”

That got immediate reactions.

The teacher lifted the papers slightly.

“First place… Jungwon.”

No one was surprised. He was top of his classes, excelled in everything he did.

You smiled at him, happy for yet another one of his successes. Then applause broke out almost instantly.

“Yeah… okay,” someone joked. “Of course it’s him.”

The teacher raised a hand again.

“The second perfect scorer…”

The room shifted and people leaned forward slightly.

“…is Jay.”

The silence that followed was immediate and heavy.

No applause. Just stunned quiet.

Jay slowly turned his head toward the teacher like he had misheard something fundamental about reality. “… me?” he asked.

The teacher nodded slowly. “Yes. You.”

A beat passed.

Then someone in the back whispered, “There’s no way.”

Another student laughed nervously. “Wait, is this a glitch?”

The teacher tilted his head slightly, joking, “Which is exactly why there will likely be an investigation into his grade.”

That made the class erupt into confused laughter.

For the first time since you’d known Jay, he didn’t have a response ready.

He just stood there, mouth slightly open, blinking slowly like his brain had completely disconnected from the situation.

But no one knew why he looked so genuinely shocked.

Not even you.

The lunch bell rang through Seorin High with its usual chaotic relief, chairs scraping, voices rising, students pouring out of classrooms like they’d been released from confinement. The hallways filled instantly with noise, laughing, shouting, the shuffle of shoes against polished floors.

You and your group moved instinctively toward your usual spot.

It was tucked away behind the sports building, a half-hidden corner where the noise of the school softened into distant echoes. The kind of place no teacher really checked, and no one bothered to claim. It belonged to you by routine alone.

One by one, everyone arrived.

Jay was already there when you sat down, unusually alert. Too alert. He wasn’t scrolling his phone like usual. He was waiting, practically vibrating with energy, eyes wide like he’d been holding something in all morning and could finally let it out.

Na-ri dropped her bag onto the ground with a loud, irritated sigh. “If this is about your usual nonsense, I swear I’m leaving.”

Na-ri had that sharp, almost intimidating confidence that made people listen even when she wasn’t trying to lead. She didn’t ask what was going on, she decided it was probably stupid first.

“It’s not nonsense,” Jay said quickly.

That alone made the group pause.

Riki leaned against the wall, arms crossed, expression half-bored, half-amused. Riki always looked like he was one second away from laughing at everything and nothing at the same time.

Sunoo sat beside him, posture neat, expression soft but edged with quiet sarcasm. He tilted his head slightly. “You say that every week.”

Jay shook his head quickly. Too quickly.

“No, listen,” he said.

Jay stepped forward slightly, almost shaking with excitement. He held out his phone, showing a black screen with two hands in a begging position.

“That’s the reason I got a perfect score in math even though I don’t work.”

There was a silence cause Jay always said frankly silly things.

Then there were immediate reactions.

Na-ri blinked. “What?”

Riki let out a short laugh. “Bro, be serious.”

Sunoo frowned slightly. “That’s… not how exams work.”

Jay didn’t even hear them properly. He was already unlocking his phone, hands moving fast, almost frantic with excitement.

“I told you,” he said. “It’s real. It’s called Girigo.”

The name landed oddly. Not enough for panic. Just enough for silence to stretch a little longer than normal.

Na-ri frowned. “That sounds like a fake mobile game ad.”

“It’s not a game,” Jay said quickly. “It’s an app.”

Sunghoon finally looked up. “Never heard of it.”

“Because it’s not on the App Store,” Jay replied immediately, like he’d rehearsed it. “You don’t download it normally.”

Riki tilted his head slightly. “So… how do you get it?”

“A link,” Jay said, already pulling out his phone. “Someone sends you a link. That’s it.”

Sunoo exhaled softly. “That already sounds like a scam.”

Jay ignored him and turned his screen toward the group.

The app was open.

GIRIGO.

Dark interface. Minimal design. Too clean, too empty, like it wasn’t trying to look like anything at all.

Jay’s eyes were wide, completely convinced, almost glowing with excitement. Not the calm confidence of someone joking, but something sharper. Delirious, almost euphoric.

“See?” he said. “This is it.”

Jake looked at you, expression worried.

Na-ri squinted. “That looks like a fake horror app.”

“It’s not fake,” Jay insisted.

Now Jungwon leaned in slightly over Sunghoon’s shoulder, interest shifting from casual to technical curiosity. “Send it.”

Jay immediately tapped. “Okay.” The link appeared in the group chat almost instantly.

And that’s when Jungwon took his Sunghoon’s phone in his hands. “I’m checking it,” he said simply, already opening it.

Na-ri groaned. “Of course you are.”

Riki smirked faintly. “He’s the type to download a cursed app just to see what happens.”

Sunoo leaned back slightly. “That’s how you die first in horror stories.”

Jungwon ignored all of them, focused. “It opens a page… not an actual store listing.”

Jay nodded fast. “Exactly.”

“It looks… too minimal,” the tech savvy said, still studying it. “No developer info.”

“Because it’s not normal,” Jay said.

Na-ri crossed her arms. “You’re both insane.”

Then, Jungwon paused. “…It’s asking for input,” he said.

Jay’s eyes lit up instantly. “Right. You write a wish.”

That got everyone’s attention again.

Riki let out a short laugh. “A wish?”

Jungwon raised a brow. “Be serious.”

“I am serious,” Jay said, almost offended now. “You write it. And it happens.”

Then, before anyone could interrupt again, he tapped something else on his phone.

“Wait,” he said quickly. “I have proof.”

Sunghoon narrowed his eyes slightly. “What kind of proof?”

Jay didn’t answer. Instead, he opened a video.

And turned the phone toward you.

The video was shaky, clearly recorded in his room. Dim lighting. A desk. A sheet of paper in his hands.

Jay’s voice from the recording was quieter, focused.

“Please make it so that I have a perfect score in math.”

He held the paper up slightly toward the camera, like an offering, like something being submitted.

Then in the video, he tapped on the phone screen and there was A final confirmation.

The clip ended and for a moment, no one spoke, even Riki didn’t laugh right away this time.

Sunoo’s expression softened into confusion. “That’s… just you recording yourself.”

Na-ri frowned harder. “Yeah. That proves nothing.”

“It does,” Jay said instantly, too fast, almost offended. “It worked.”

He swiped back to the app screen again, like it would reinforce everything.

Jay didn’t laugh.

He just looked at his phone again.

And turned it toward you.

A countdown.

23:00:00

You frowned slightly. “What is that?”

Jay blinked. “That wasn’t there before.”

Sunghoon leaned in again. “Timer.”

Jay smirked. “Cooldown. Obviously.”

Na-ri scoffed. “You’re believing a timer app now?”

“I’m not believing it,” Jay said quickly, then softer, almost confused with himself. “It just… showed up.” he pointed at it, breathless. “Look. That’s why I can’t use it again yet. It worked already. That’s the cooldown.”

Na-ri rolled her eyes. “This is honestly embarrassing.”

But Jay didn’t react like before.

He just stood there, staring at the screen like it was the most obvious truth in the world.

Completely convinced.

Completely certain.

And for a second, in the middle of laughter and disbelief, the excitement in him didn’t look like a joke at all anymore, it looked like something that had already taken root too deeply to be pulled out.

The bathroom was quieter than the rest of the high school.

The noise of lunch break became muffled once the door closed behind you, reduced to distant echoes through tiled walls and humming fluorescent lights. A few girls stood near the sinks fixing their makeup before leaving again, until eventually it was only you and Na-ri left inside.

Na-ri stood in front of the mirror, arms folded as she inspected herself with narrowed eyes. She adjusted the waistband of her skirt slightly, then turned sideways, gaze dragging critically over her reflection.

You leaned against the sink beside her. “Did you even eat lunch?”

“No.”

her answer came immediately.

You frowned slightly. “Na-ri.”

“What?” she muttered, still staring at herself. “I need to watch my weight before Jay’s party this weekend.”

You blinked once.

She was already skinny. Painfully so sometimes.

But Na-ri always looked at herself like she was searching for flaws no one else could see.

“You look fine,” you said.

She scoffed softly. “Easy for you to say.”

Then her expression twisted slightly, annoyance returning as naturally as breathing.

“And honestly,” she continued, fixing her hair now, “who even throws birthday parties at his age?”

You already knew where this was going.

“Jay does,” you replied.

“Exactly.” She rolled her eyes. “He’s so immature. Everything he does fucking annoys me.”

Her tone carried that sharp, effortless cruelty she used so casually sometimes, not loud, not dramatic, just cutting enough to make people feel small without her having to try.

You sighed quietly. “He’s nice, Na-ri.”

“That’s not the point.”

“yeah it is.”

“No, it’s not,” she snapped, finally turning away from the mirror. “Did you see him earlier? Sitting there talking about some creepy wish app like a psychopath?”

“Girigo?” you asked carefully.

“Yes, Girigo,” she mocked immediately. “What kind of loser even believes that?”

You stayed quiet. Na-ri laughed dryly, crossing her arms. “Seriously, he looked insane. Like some weird freak Reddit freak.”

“That’s harsh.”

“It’s true.”

You frowned. “His family is really sensitive about his grades.”

That made her pause slightly.

Only slightly. Then she shrugged. “Okay? That doesn’t make him less weird.”

You opened your mouth to argue again, but she had already grabbed her lip gloss and started walking toward the door.

The hallway outside was crowded again, students flowing between classrooms in messy streams of noise and uniforms. Na-ri walked beside you confidently, shoulders straight, gaze sharp enough that people naturally moved aside for her without realizing.

“You know what I’m more interested in?” she said suddenly.

“What?”

“What Jake’s wearing this weekend.”

Your stomach tightened instinctively.

She didn’t notice, of course she didn’t.

Because no one knew about you and Jake.

Na-ri smirked faintly to herself. “He always dresses annoyingly well.”

You forced your expression to stay neutral. “You care about what he wears?”

“Everyone cares what Jake wears,” she replied matter-of-factly. “He could wear a garbage bag and girls would still stare.”

You looked away before your face betrayed anything.

To everyone else, Jake was just Jake; quiet, handsome without trying, smart in a way people forgot because he hid it behind awkward smiles and hoodies. The kind of boy people naturally gravitated toward without understanding why.

But to you…

You pushed the thought away quickly.

Instead, you asked, “Did you already buy Jay a birthday gift?”

Na-ri groaned dramatically. “Don’t remind me”

“You’re not getting him one?”

“Why would I waste money on him?”

You sighed. “Because he’s your friend.”

“He’s your friend,” she corrected immediately. “Everyone just puts up with his Discord mod behavior because he’s harmless.”

You frowned harder now. “That’s just mean.”

“It’s true,” she insisted. “And you seriously need to stop encouraging him all the time. It doesnt help him.”

“I’m not encouraging him.”

“Yes, you are.” She glanced at you. “You’re too nice to him. That’s why he keeps acting like this.”

You opened your mouth again-

Then stopped abruptly.

Because ahead of you, right near the staircase landing, Jay was standing there.

You said her name sharply. “Na-ri.”

She froze immediately.

Jay stood halfway down the stairs holding two corn dogs and a canned drink. Up close, he looked rougher than earlier, dark circles under his eyes more visible now, shoulders slightly slumped like the excitement from lunch had finally burned itself out.

He blinked at both of you slowly.

“…Why’d you stop talking?” he asked.

Na-ri answered so fast it almost overlapped his question.

“We were talking about your birthday gift.”

Jay stared for a second.

Then smiled automatically, awkward but genuine. “Oh.”

The silence after that felt horrible.

“You don’t need to bring anything, by the way,” he continued quickly, lifting one of the corn dogs slightly. “Seriously. Just come. Your presence is enough.”

Na-ri laughed nervously—too high-pitched, too forced. “No, obviously we’ll bring something.”

Jay shrugged lightly. “Really, it’s fine.”

“You say that now,” Na-ri replied, trying too hard to sound normal again. “But if we show up empty-handed you’ll definitely cry.”

Jay laughed softly at that.

Too softly.

You could tell he was pretending now, pretending everything was normal, pretending he hadn’t heard anything.

The conversation dragged awkwardly for another minute, Na-ri overcompensating with fake teasing, Jay smiling politely through it, you standing there painfully aware of the tension settling heavier and heavier into the staircase air.

Then eventually, Na-ri checked the time. “We’re gonna be late,” she said quickly.

She brushed past Jay first.

You followed a second later, but before fully leaving, you glanced back once.

Jay was still standing there alone on the staircase. His smile disappeared almost instantly after Na-ri turned away.

The afternoon math class felt unbearably warm.

Sunlight poured lazily through the classroom windows, turning the dust in the air visible as it drifted slowly above rows of desks. The teacher’s voice blended into the background in a steady monotone, equations filling the board one after another while almost no one paid attention anymore.

Even the students pretending to listen looked exhausted.

At the front, the math teacher continued writing formulas with determined enthusiasm despite the obvious lack of interest from the room.

“Now if we isolate the variable here—”

Needless to say nobody cared about no fucking variable.

Pens tapped lazily against desks. Someone near the windows was half asleep. Riki had his chin resting against his hand, gaze completely unfocused like his soul had already left the building thirty minutes ago. Riki only seemed alive during lunch breaks or flirting.

Beside him, Sunoo was at least making an effort to look attentive, though the faintly judgmental expression on his face suggested he was mentally critiquing everyone in the classroom instead of listening to derivatives.

At the front row, Jungwon was the only person genuinely taking notes. Of course he was. His handwriting remained perfectly neat even at impossible speed, posture straight, expression calm and unreadable like he’d ascended beyond ordinary academic suffering.

A few seats away, Sunghoon leaned back casually in his chair, athletic jacket draped over one shoulder, looking effortlessly composed even while zoning out completely. Somehow even boredom looked good on him.

And then there was Jake.

Jake sat quietly near the windows, absentmindedly spinning a pen between his fingers while staring at the board with the vague concentration of someone trying to listen but losing the battle.

Your eyes drifted toward him before you could stop them.

The sunlight caught against the side of his face softly, outlining the curve of his jaw, the loose strands of dark hair falling over his forehead. He looked calm. Unaware. Pretty in the quietest way possible.

Then your gaze shifted slightly.

Na-ri was staring at him, no casually.

Actually staring.

Na-ri rested her cheek against her hand with a small smile tugging at her lips, a rare expression on her, softened by interest instead of irritation.

And Jake didn’t even notice, of course he didn’t.

He kept turning the pen lazily between his fingers until suddenly—

it slipped.

The pen clattered loudly onto the floor.

Jake startled slightly at the sound, immediately leaning down awkwardly to grab it, shoulders tense in embarrassed haste.

Na-ri giggled quietly beside you.

Something hot twisted instantly in your chest, it was ridiculous, a stupid reaction.

But the sound of her laugh made your blood boil anyway.

Jake finally sat back up, ears faintly pink now from embarrassment, fingers tightening around the pen again.

And then he looked up.

Not at Na-ri, not at anyone else.

At you. Immediately.

Like his eyes searched for you first without thinking.

The irritation in your chest stumbled awkwardly into something softer, more dangerous.

Jake blinked once after meeting your gaze, expression still shy from fumbling the pen. Then he smiled slightly, small enough that no one else would notice it.

And before either of you could hold the moment too long—

The teacher’s voice cut sharply across the room.

“Jake.”

He straightened instantly. “Yes?”

“Since you achieved a good score,” the teacher said, adjusting his glasses, “perhaps you’d like to explain the solution.”

A few students groaned dramatically.

Riki muttered in a low voice. “Damn. Cooked.”

Sunoo snorted softly and Jake looked like he wanted the ground to open beneath him.

Still, he stood up politely, pushing his chair back with awkward care before walking toward the board. Tall, slightly shy, trying not to draw attention despite every eye naturally following him anyway.

Na-ri watched him go with obvious interest.

And beside you, the empty feeling from earlier returned when your gaze shifted toward Jay.

Jay wasn’t joking around anymore.

Wasn’t on his phone, wasn’t speaking. He was just staring at his desk, completely still.

The brightness from lunch had vanished entirely, leaving behind something blank and distant instead. His eyes looked unfocused, fixed somewhere far beyond the scratched surface of the table like he wasn’t fully inside the classroom anymore.

For a second, with the sound of chalk against the board and students whispering around you, Jay looked strangely hollow.

And somehow that unsettled you more than the app had.

The gymnasium smelled like rubber flooring, dust, and cold air drifting in through the high windows near the ceiling.

Late afternoon sunlight spilled across the indoor track in long golden bars, catching against floating particles of chalk and sand every time someone landed too hard in the pit. The echo of sneakers squeaking against the floor mixed with whistles, coach instructions, and distant laughter from another sports team practicing nearby.

track practice at Seorin High was always loud.

Especially with Sunghoon around.

Even across the gym, people noticed him automatically, the school’s golden athlete, relaxed confidence radiating off him effortlessly while he stretched near the mats with the boys from another event group. Teachers liked him, students admired him, and somehow he still acted completely normal about it.

Meanwhile, you stood near the sandpit fixing the sleeves of your uniform while the coach called your name.

“Your turn.”

You inhaled once before stepping onto the runway and the gym quieted slightly, not fully, but enough.

You rolled your shoulders back, feeling the familiar tension settle into your legs before sprinting forward. The world narrowed instantly into rhythm: footsteps against the floor, breath sharp in your lungs, the board approaching faster and faster…

Jump.

For one suspended second, your body cut cleanly through the air.

Then impact.

Sand exploded softly around you as you landed deep into the pit.

A whistle sounded immediately.

“Good!” the coach called out. “Very good!”

You pushed yourself upright, brushing sand from your legs while a few teammates clapped lightly nearby.

“That’s your best this month,” the coach added, visibly pleased now. “Again like that during competition.”

You smiled slightly, still catching your breath as you stepped out of the pit.

And then it was Jake’s turn.

Jake stood near the starting line adjusting his sleeves nervously. Even in sportswear, he somehow looked unfairly good, dark hair messy from practice, broad shoulders tense beneath the fabric of his training shirt.

But unlike Sunghoon’s natural athletic confidence, Jake carried his skill carefully, almost timidly. Like he was afraid of taking up too much space despite being talented enough to deserve all the attention anyway.

You crouched automatically near the sandpit, straightening the landing area with the rake while glancing up at him.

Jake met your eyes briefly.

You smiled slightly.

“You got this.”

It was quiet. Almost lost beneath the noise of the gym.

But his expression softened immediately anyway.

Like those three words alone steadied him for half a second.

He nodded once.

Then ran. His form started perfectly, fast, smooth, controlled.

The coach even straightened slightly, watching with interest.

But near the en,

Jake hesitated. tiny. Barely visible.

Still enough to ruin the rhythm completely.

His takeoff faltered awkwardly, landing shorter than it should’ve.

The whistle this time sounded disappointed.

Jake stepped out of the sandpit immediately, breathing unevenly.

The coach sighed quietly under her breath. “He flies on the mat but always struggles in the sandpit.”

A few students nearby exchanged looks.

“Jake,” the coach called sharply.

He straightened instantly. “Yes, coach.”

“Come here.”

Jake walked over obediently, shoulders already tense before she even spoke.

The coach crossed her arms. “Was getting disqualified last year really that big of a deal?”

Jake lowered his gaze immediately. “…I’m sorry.”

“Sorry my ass,” she snapped.

The gym quieted slightly around them.

“You couldn’t even get a proper jump-off in competition this year.” Her voice hardened further. “If you keep this up, you’ll really get the yips.”

Jake stayed silent.

“Get a hold of yourself,” she continued. “Go back to the starting line.”

Jake bowed quickly. “Yes, coach.”

Then immediately jogged back without arguing once.

Something tightened painfully in your chest watching him.

Because despite how tall he was, how handsome, how effortlessly cool everyone thought he looked, moments like this revealed the awkwardness underneath. The nervousness. The way criticism stayed on him longer than it should.

You moved quickly after him, catching up while he stretched near the line again.

“You look like you’re about to be executed,” you muttered lightly.

Jake let out a weak laugh through his nose, still staring down at his shoes. “Maybe I am.”

“You’re being dramatic.”

“I literally embarrassed myself in front of everyone.”

“You always say that.”

“Because it keeps happening.”

You stretched beside him casually, pretending not to notice how frustrated he looked.

Then you nudged his shoulder lightly.

“Okay,” you said seriously. “Professional advice.”

Jake finally glanced at you properly.

And immediately, his full attention settled there.

Respectful. Focused. Like every word you said mattered more than the coach’s.

It was almost unfair sometimes, the way he listened to you.

You held back a smile. “Stop thinking.”

“That’s horribke advice.”

“No, listen.” You pointed toward the sandpit. “You do this thing where you panic right before jumping and suddenly act like your legs forgot basic physics.”

Jake looked offended. “I do not.”

“erm you absolutely do.”

He sighed quietly, rubbing the back of his neck.

You mimicked him dramatically. “‘Oh no… what if I fail… what if everyone hates me…’”

Jake laughed despite himself now, shoulders loosening slightly. “I don’t sound like that.”

“You do.”

He shook his head, but the tension in him had already eased.

Then softer, you added:

“You’re good, Jake.” That made him go still for half a second. “You know that, right?”

His eyes flicked toward yours again.

And there it was, that look he always got around you. Quiet. Attentive. Warm in a way that felt almost unbearably sincere.

“…Okay,” he said quietly.

You smiled. “Good. Now go before coach kills you.”

Your pride overflowed as you looked at him. Jake huffed a laugh, then nodded once.

And when he jogged back toward the starting line this time, his shoulders looked just a little lighter than before.

Inside the coach’s office you smelled the coffee, old paperwork, and sports disinfectant.

Outside, the gymnasium was still loud with practice, whistles echoing through the walls, sneakers screeching against polished floors,but inside the office, everything felt strangely small and quiet.

You sat in the chair across from the coach’s desk, still slightly sweaty from training, fingers absentmindedly picking at the loose thread of your sleeve while she flipped through a folder.

She didn’t say anything immediately.

Which already felt suspicious because Your coach was not the silent type.

Finally, she looked up. “Are you taking drugs?”

You blinked. “…What?”

“Drugs,” she repeated calmly. “Anything performance-enhancing.”.

You straight end instantly. “no?”

“Hormone shots?”

“No!”

“Birth control?”

“What?!”

“Painkillers?”

You stared at her in disbelief now, heat rushing straight into your face.

“No! Why are you asking me that?”

Your stomach dropped abruptly. Someone accused you. That had to be it.

Your mind spiraled instantly—had another coach said something? Had someone reported you? Was it because of your jump earlier?

“I swear I’m not doping,” you said quickly, defensive now. “You can test me or whatever…”

The coach suddenly leaned back in her chair.

And smiled.

A slow, amused smile.

Then casually, like she wasn’t about to alter your entire life, she said:

“The national reserve team called.”

Your brain completely stalled.

“…What?”

“They called this morning,” she repeated. “They’re interested in you.”

For a second, you just stared at her. Then—

“YOU SHOULD’VE JUST STARTED WITH THAT!”

Your voice practically exploded through the office.

The coach winced immediately. “Jesus Christ.”

“Oh my God, wait, seriously? Seriously seriously?!”

“Yes, seriously.”

You shot upright from the chair so fast it nearly tipped backward.

“No way.”

“Yes way.”

You looked seconds away from passing out. The coach snorted quietly at your expression before her tone shifted back into something stricter.

“Don’t celebrate too early.”

You immediately straightened. “Yes, coach.”

“From now on, you’re in special training.”

Your smile faltered slightly.

“Even weekends,” she added mercilessly.

“…Weekends too?”

“You wanna join the reserve team or not?”

“Yes.”

“Then you train.”

She pointed a pen toward you. “You need to improve before you officially join so I don’t look bad.”

You laughed breathlessly, still too overwhelmed to process any of this properly. “I’ll do my best.”

“I know you will.”

And maybe it was the adrenaline, or the exhaustion, or the fact that your entire future had just shifted in the span of thirty seconds, but before thinking, you suddenly rushed around the desk and threw your arms around her.

The coach froze in horror. “Absolutely not.”

You laughed into her shoulder. “Coach—”

“Gross. Get off me.”

She physically shoved you backward by the forehead while trying not to laugh herself.

“You’re sweating all over me. Disgusting.”

You stumbled back into your chair grinning uncontrollably.

The coach shook her head, muttering under her breath before adding casually:

“Poor you, though.”

You frowned slightly. “Why?”

“No more weekend dates.”

Your heartbeat skipped instantly.

“Or,” she continued with a smirk, “bring Jake and train with him before he really gets the yips.”

Your smile disappeared completely.

“…Coach.”

She raised an eyebrow.

“So you knew we were…”

The coach scoffed loudly. “How could I not know? Goodness.”

Heat rushed violently into your face.

“You’re both terrible at hiding it.”

“We are not.”

“You practically orbit each other.”

You opened your mouth.

Closed it.

The coach leaned back in her chair, deeply entertained now. “That boy looks at you like a rescued puppy every five seconds,” she said dryly. “I figured it out months ago.”

You buried your face in your hands instantly. “Oh my god.”

“And don’t even get me started on the way he listens to you during practice.” She shook her head. “One compliment from you and suddenly he remembers how to function.”

You groaned miserably while she laughed under her breath. But underneath the embarrassment, excitement still buzzed violently in your chest.

National reserve team.

Everything was changing.

And somehow, outside that office door, Seorin High continued on like normal, completely unaware that the future had already begun shifting beneath your feet.

The locker room was nearly empty by the time you finished changing.

Most of the athletes had already left, their voices fading further and further down the hallway until only distant echoes remained. The fluorescent lights buzzed softly overhead while you stood in front of the mirror tying your hair back again for no reason other than nervous excitement.

You couldn’t stop smiling.

Every few seconds, the memory replayed in your head again.

The national reserve team called. Even now it sounded unreal.

You pressed both hands against your cheeks, laughing quietly to yourself before immediately rehearsing again under your breath.

“Jake, I made the national team.”

No. Too stiff.

You tried again while stuffing your uniform into your bag.

“Guess what happened.” Too dramatic.

You groaned softly, then leaned against the lockers with a smile you physically couldn’t get rid of.

Maybe you’d just tell him immediately, no buildup. No pretending to be calm.

Because honestly, there was no point trying to act composed around Jake anyway. He always saw through you faster than anyone else.

Outside, the sky had already darkened fully by the time you finally left the gym building. The air was colder now, carrying that crisp nighttime feeling that settled over Seorin High after practices ended. Streetlights glowed softly against the pavement, illuminating empty sports fields and quiet campus paths.

And there he was.

Jake sat near the entrance steps waiting for you, gym bag beside him, elbows resting loosely on his knees. He looked tired from practice, hair slightly damp, hoodie sleeves pushed up carelessly, but the moment he spotted you, his entire expression changed instantly.

Like the night itself brightened. He stood up immediately. And you ran to him before thinking.

Jake barely had time to react before you crashed into him, laughing breathlessly, and he caught you automatically with both arms around your waist.

“Whoa—”

He stumbled back slightly from the force before laughing too, warm and surprised.

“What happened to you?” he asked, smiling already just because you were.

You pulled back enough to look at him properly, hands still gripping his sleeves.

“I made it.”

Jake blinked once.

“The national reserve team.”

Silence.

Then his eyes widened so suddenly it almost startled you.

“Oh my God.”

You laughed immediately at his expression.

“Oh my God, you made it??” His entire face lit up. Not polite excitement. Not performative congratulations but real joy, pure and immediate, like your happiness had become his automatically.

“Seriously?!” he asked again, almost disbelieving. “You actually made it?”

You nodded so hard your neck hurt.

Jake let out a breathless laugh and pulled you into another hug immediately, squeezing you tight enough to nearly lift you off the ground.

“I’m so proud of you,” he said instantly and the words came out so naturally.

And when he looked at you again afterward, his eyes were shining with the kind of admiration he never even tried to hide around you.

“You’re insane,” he said, smiling so hard now it became impossible not to mirror it. “I knew you could do it.”

You groaned dramatically. “Coach almost gave me a heart attack first.”

Jake laughed softly. “That sounds like her.”

Then without thinking much about it, he reached down and took your hand. And together, you started walking toward the bus stop under the glow of streetlights and quiet nighttime traffic.

The city felt calmer after practice hours. Students were disappearing home one by one, convenience stores glowing warmly at street corners while buses sighed to stops in bursts of light and sound. By the time you both sat near the back of the bus, exhaustion had finally started settling into your muscles properly.

Jake sat beside you, one arm resting loosely against the window while your hands stayed linked between you, still warm.

“I still can’t believe it,” he admitted quietly, glancing at you again like he needed to double-check you hadn’t made it up. “National reserve team…”

You smiled tiredly. “Me neither.”

Then, after a second: “Oh. Also.”

Jake looked over immediately.

“Coach knows about us.”

His expression empties completely.

“…What?”

You laughed nervously. “Apparently she figured it out months ago.”

Jake stared at you in horror. “She knows we’re dating?”

“Yes.”

“And you’re telling me this now?”

“How was i supposed to know?!”

Jake dropped his head back against the seat dramatically. “Oh my God.”

You laughed harder now.

“I’m serious,” he groaned, covering part of his face with one hand. “I’m already on her bad side.”

“She doesn’t hate you.”

“She literally told me I had the yips today.”

“That’s because you do panic.”

Jake pointed accusingly. “This is not helping.”

You laughed again while he stared at the bus ceiling like his life was ending.

“I’m so screwed,” he muttered miserably.

“You’re exaggerating.”

“She thinks I’m mentally weak and dating her best athlete.”

“That’s not—”

“She’s gonna make me run until I die.”

Despite the panic in his voice, his fingers still tightened gently around yours while he spoke.

Still holding on.

And beneath the dim lights of the moving bus, with the city passing quietly outside the windows, the future suddenly felt terrifyingly near, but for this moment at least, Jake’s happiess for you outweighed everything else.

By the time you got home, the apartment was completely silent.

Not peaceful silent, more like empty silent.

You slipped your shoes off near the entrance and let your gym bag fall onto the floor with a tired sigh before collapsing onto the couch. Your muscles still ached pleasantly from practice, but beneath the exhaustion, excitement kept bubbling back up every few seconds.

National reserve team.

Even now it sounded unreal.

You grabbed your phone immediately and opened your messages to text your aunt.

you : auntie i made the the national team! they called today!

You hit send before throwing your head back against the couch cushions dramatically.

That’s when you noticed it. 7 missed calls. From Jay.

Your brows furrowed instantly.

“When did he call me this much…?” you thought.

You hadn’t even felt your phone vibrate during practice. You were just about to call him back when your phone buzzed again.

Your aunt.

Aunt : congratulations!

Aunt : i’m in duty again so i won’t be home.

Aunt : my credit card is on the table if you need.

Your smile softened slightly. Then faded a little.

You stared at the messages longer than necessary. The apartment suddenly felt bigger again. Quieter. Too quiet.

Ever since moving in with your aunt, it had always been like this, brief texts, late shifts, empty evenings, microwave dinners eaten alone while the TV played in the background just to make noise. And let’s not even talk about the nightmares.

You sighed softly, tossing your phone onto your stomach before staring up at the ceiling.

Then suddenly suddenly you grabbed it again.

You : you up for chicken?

You barely had time to lock your phone before the typing bubble appeared.

Of course.

Jake.

About forty minutes later, Jake sat cross-legged across from you at the tiny floor table in your living room, both of you surrounded by greasy takeout boxes and crushed napkins.

The apartment smelled overwhelmingly like fried chicken now.

Jake took another huge bite, cheeks full, eyes widening immediately.

“This is so good,” he mumbled through food.

You laughed. “Eat first, speak later.”

“No seriously,” he insisted, still chewing. “It really helps. Thank you, y/n. Really”

You grinned and dramatically slapped your aunt’s credit card against your forehead.

“Thank my aunt.”

Jake snorted softly.

“If I ever see your aunt,” he said seriously, “I’ll definitely thank her. For real.”

You laughed again and reached for your phone instinctively.

“I should take a picture of you right now,” you said. “You look insane.”

Jake looked up in betrayal while still chewing. “Don’t.”

You were already lifting your phone anyway when something clicked in your memory. “Oh.”

Jake swallowed. “What?”

“I forgot I had missed calls from Jay.”

Jake frowned slightly. “Why?”

You shook your head. “I don’t know.”

Then you pressed call. The ringing lasted longer than expected. Once. Twice. Three times. Then finally—

Click.

“Jay?” you said immediately. “Hey, you called me a bunch, what’s up? I was at practice, sorry.”

Silence. Static crackled faintly through the speaker.

Then Jay’s voice came through. Wrong. Distant. Hollow somehow.

“…You called me first.”

You frowned immediately. “Huh? Did I?”

More static.

“Hey, speak up,” you said, sitting up straighter now. “I can’t hear a word you’re saying.”

there was a pause. Then quietly he said,“You’re… not coming to my party.”

Your mouth opened slightly.

You glanced at Jake instinctively before answering.

“Oh. Right.” You rubbed the back of your neck awkwardly. “Sorry. I just found out I have to train this weekend.”

The line cut.

You blinked.

“…What the fuck?”

Jake looked up immediately. “Did he just hang up?” you asked.

You called him instantly. This time, the automated voice answered immediately.

This phone is turned off. Please leave a message after the beep.

You slowly lowered the phone. “I think Jay’s upset with me.”

Jake frowned slightly. “But… how did he even know you weren’t going?”

“That’s what I’m saying.” Because even he had only found out tonight.

You looked toward Jake apologetically. “Sorry, by the way. I forgot to tell you earlier.”

Jake smiled softly almost immediately. “It’s okay.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.” He shrugged lightly. “I’ll let it slide because your training sounds terrifying.”

You laughed quietly. Then after a second you asked.

“…Are you still going to Jay’s party?”

Jake tilted his head slightly. And immediately caught the tone in your voice.

Your expression changed instantly. “Wait, no. That’s not why I asked.”

Jake’s smile widened. “You think I’m gonna get stolen by Na-ri?”

“I do not.”

“You totally do.”

“She literally talks about your outfits like she’s reviewing fashion week.”

Jake burst out laughing.

“You’re jealous.”

“I’m not jealous.”

“You are a little.”

“I’m literally not.”

Jake leaned back against the couch cushions, grinning now. “Don’t worry.”

You crossed your arms dramatically. “I’m not worried.”

“Mhm.”

You grabbed a napkin and threw it at him.

Jake laughed harder. Then suddenly you sighed dramatically. “Maybe I should ask coach to postpone training.”

Jake paused. Then very slowly an idea crossed his face.

“Oh.”

You narrowed your eyes. “What?”

Without answering, he suddenly stood up and reached for the empty chicken carton beside the table.

“Jake.”

He tore off a clean piece of cardboard carefully.

“What are you doing?” Instead of answering, he grabbed a pen from your table and started writing something down.

You leaned forward slightly. “What are you writing?”

He shielded it immediately with his hand. “Wait.”

Then he took out his phone. Your eyes widened in realization.

“No way.”

Jake tried not to smile as he positioned the phone camera toward himself.

On the cardboard, you caught a glimpse of his name. And his birthdate.

You immediately started laughing. “Jake.”

Completely unserious now, he looked into the camera and said: “Please let y/n’s training be canceled this weekend.”

You stared at him in disbelief. “What are you doing?”

“Well,” he replied simply, “it gave Jay a perfect score, so might as well try.”

You burst into giggles as he angled the camera toward you too. “Jake—”

“Please let y/n’s training be canceled this weekend,” he repeated more seriously.

You stood up laughing and grabbed his ear lightly, trying to pull him away from the camera while he kept talking anyway.

“Please let y/n’s training be canceled this weekend—”

“You actually believe this, dummy?”

Jake grinned helplessly while you laughed harder.

“Sit down and eat your chicken.”

Still smiling, he finally tapped the screen.

Wish submitted.

Then he dropped back down beside you on the floor like nothing had happened and immediately grabbed another chicken wing.

The rest of the evening softened after that. You finished eating slowly, talking about school, practice, teachers, stupid classmates, Na-ri’s terrifying personality, Jay’s weird behavior, Sunghoon nearly getting mobbed by girls near the gym again.

And at some point, the conversation faded naturally into silence. Comfortable silence.

Jake leaned against the couch beside you while the TV played quietly in the background.

You turned your head toward him slightly. He was already looking at you, of course he was.

Warm eyes. Soft expression. Entire attention fixed on you like always. Like a dog hopelessly devoted to one person in a crowded room.

You smiled faintly. Jake smiled back.

Then slowly, naturally, he leaned closer and caught your lips in a kiss.

Greasy chicken fingers and all.

You laughed quietly against his mouth before kissing him back properly, your hand slipping into under hoodie while his fingers rested gently against your waist. Jake shivered.

Jake kissed the way he did everything around you, with hesitant devotion at first, like he was afraid of wanting too much too openly.

Jake pulled back only slightly, forehead brushing yours as he laughed under his breath.

“You smell like chicken.”

You shoved his shoulder weakly. “Shut up.”

He grinned.

Then kissed you again before you could say anything else.

This time slower, deeper and messier.

The teasing faded gradually from his expression, replaced by something needier, his usual shy composure melting little by little every time you kissed him back. Jake always reacted to affection so visibly. You could feel it in the way his breathing changed, from stable to gentle gasps, in the way his fingers tightened unconsciously against you and made their way to your neck.

Your fingers slipped into his hair, soft strands curling around your hand as Jake moved closer without even realizing it, drawn toward you with that same unconscious devotion he always had. Like gravity worked differently around you.

The couch creaked quietly when he leaned over you slightly, his breath uneven now between kisses.

“You’re really happy tonight,” he murmured softly.

“I wonder why.”

Jake smiled against your mouth. Then kissed you harder.

Not rough, Jake never really was, but suddenly full of all the things he usually kept tucked away beneath awkward smiles and lowered eyes. Wanting. Needing. The overwhelming softness he carried for you everywhere he went.

Your fingers brushed lightly against the side of his neck, and Jake actually shivered a little beneath your touch before hiding his face briefly near your shoulder with a quiet embarrassed laugh.

“You’re so unfair,” he muttered.

You smiled lazily. “How?”

“You know exactly what you’re doing to me.”

The warmth in your chest deepened at the honesty of it. You grabbed him by the collar, touching your lips to his again. The couch dipped beneath his weight as he leaned closer again, one hand braced beside you while the other stayed at your waist, fingers pressing a little more firmly now through the thin fabric of your shirt. His breathing had changed completely, uneven, warmer, every inhale catching slightly whenever you touched him first.

Your fingers slipped under his hoodie, brushing against the warm skin of his hard abs and Jake let out the softest sound against your mouth before immediately hiding it by kissing you harder.

You shifted so you could sit onto his lap, almost absentmindedly, and Jake froze for half a second from the sudden closeness. The second you straddled him he let out a muffled sound.

“You’re gonna kill me someday,” he muttered breathlessly near your lips.

You laughed softly, though it came out shakier than before.

“That dramatic?”

“You have no idea.”

You took at as a cue to kiss him again, your tongue slipping in his mouth. He cursed under his breath, physically unable to breathe. His hands moved under your shirt, warm against your skin, and you felt him shiver when you rolled your hips experimentally. "God," he breathed, sounding almost pained. "We should—are we really—"

“You wanna stop?”

“‘No, no, no. i just…” he looked up at you, pupils blown, lips kiss-swollen.

"it's okay," you said softly, meaning it. "we don't have to do anything you don't want."

Jake didn’t stop you. instead, he seemed to want it even more. You wanted him so bad your whole body was trembling with the yearning of his.

His hands went to your ass, fingers finding the curve of your ass, bringing you impossibly close, guiding your movements. The pressure was divine, and the sounds you let out were out of this world.

You could feel Jake hard beneath you, pressing right where it felt so tantalizingly good, your lips found his neck, leaving open mouthed kisses, sloppy and not careful. His eyes closed and his head threw back, hands still working you against the throbbing ache in his grey sweatpants.

You moaned when the tip pressed right against your clit through the layers of clothes, overtaken by the need to be skin to skin. But you weren’t ready to let go just yet. You went faster, grinding yourself onhim until you left a trace on his sweats, wet and needy.

“Look at you. My pretty girl.” Jake said, entranced.

His fingers tangled in your hair, bringing you to his lips. He took a handful of your ass, helping you move. “Feels so good…” you said incoherently.

“I know my love, i know.” Jake groaned, extremely focused.

Jake was trying desperately not to spill in his pants like a moron, he was fighting it in his head but every drag of your cunt on his clothed cock made him tremble. “Fuck- y/n you need to … you need to stop- please.” he begged in your ear.

You stopped instantly, not questions asked. “What’s wrong? Is everything okay?” You asked.

Jake tried to catch his breath, eyes shut. “I’m sorry… if you kept going i was going to-“

“… Finish?”

He nodded, embarrassed.

“What’s wrong with that? I don’t see nothing wrong.” You pressed kisses on his jaw. “You wanna stop?”

Jake shook his head violently. “Do you?”

You shook it too.

Jake placed you on the couch, you wondered what he was doing until he settled on the opposite side, right between your legs.

“What-”

“Can i taste you? Will you let me?” he asked, eyes wide and glassy.

“But- you don’t have to.” You said.

"i want to." he was already kissing down your neck, hands sliding under your shirt. "let me. please."

There was something in his voice, almost pleading, that made you nod. He grinned against your skin, helping you out of your clothes with more confidence than he'd had before.The moment you were bare beneath him he just. looked, taking his time. "You're so pretty," he said, almost reverent. "Is it wrong that i thought about this many times?”

Then he was moving lower, pressing kisses down your stomach, your hip bones, the inside of your thighs. When his breath ghosted over where you needed him most you couldn't help the small sound that escaped.

"Tell me if anything's too much," he said, glancing up at you. then he lowered his mouth to you and your brain short-circuited.

He started slowly, almost curiously, like he was learning you piece by piece. His tongue moved in careful strokes, testing every reaction, discovering what made your breath hitch and your hips press helplessly against his mouth. And the second he found the rhythm that made your fingers tighten in his hair, he let out a low, satisfied hum that vibrated through you.

“Jake…” you breathed, barely louder than a whisper.

He glanced up at you through dark lashes, pupils blown wide behind slightly fogged glasses, lips shining with you. The look in his eyes nearly undid you on its own.

“Tell me,” he murmured, voice rough and wrecked already. “Tell me what feels good.”

Jake learned fast. Every gasp, every tremble, every broken sound you made, he memorized them instantly, adjusting with frightening precision. But there was nothing clinical about it. Nothing detached. This was hunger. Devotion. The kind that made him seem almost desperate to pull every sound from your throat.

When he wrapped his lips around your clit, your back arched off the bed with a sharp moan, your thighs trembling around his head.

“Fuck—” Your voice broke as he did it again, tongue flicking over the sensitive nub with the same perfect pressure. “Right there… just like that.”

A quiet groan left him at your praise, muffled against your skin. His grip tightened on your thighs as if he couldn’t get close enough.

“God,” he breathed against you, barely pulling back, his voice wrecked and breathless, “you taste so good.”

You saw your boyfriend under a brand new light, completely pussy-drunk, hungry and desperate. You had never seen something like that, so many nasty words coming out of his mouth.

He was getting lost in it now, the careful control slipping into something messier, greedier. He alternated between focused attention on your clit and broad, indulgent strokes through your folds, like he couldn't decide between making you fall apart and simply savouring you. his tongue pushed inside you and you keened, your back arching off the bed.

“Oh my God,” you gasped, your fingers tangling deeper into his hair. “Jake… your mouth—”

He moaned softly against you at the sound of his name, the vibration sending a shiver through your entire body. His hands tightened at your hips, grounding you, pulling you closer like he couldn’t bear even an inch of distance between you.

The praise seemed to undo him. He let out another rough sound, almost desperate, and the look he gave you from between your thighs made your breath catch. Like he was completely consumed by you.

"So wet," he murmured, almost to himself. he crooked his fingers, finding that spot inside you that made you cry out, and worked it mercilesslv while his tonaue circled vour clit. the dual sensation was overwhelming, pleasure building so fast you couldn't catch your breath. your fingers tightened in his hair, probably painful, but he just groaned and doubled his efforts.

“Jake, I’m—”

“I know baby i know.” he whispered instantly, like he could feel it before you even said the words. “I’ve got you.”

The way he said it shattered whatever composure you had left. When the wave finally crashed over you, it left you trembling, your vision blurred at the edges as his name fell from your lips in broken fragments. He stayed with you through every second of it, patient despite the desperation written all over him, like your pleasure mattered more than his own breathing.

Only when you tried weakly to pull away did he finally lift his head, though the sound he made was almost a protest.

“Please,” he breathed, forehead resting against your thigh for a second as he tried to steady himself. “Just… one more.”

Jake moaned against you, the sound vibrating through your core, and he didn't let up. he worked you through it with devastating patience, his tongue lapping up everything you gave him like he was starving for it.

"Jake," you gasped, trying to push at his head. "too much-"

But he just whined-actually whined-and gripped your thighs tighter, keeping them spread.

"Please," he mumbled against your pussy, his words muffled and desperate. "Please, just one more. need to feel you come again. please."

"I can't—" but your protest died as he sealed his lips around your clit again, sucking gently, his fingers still working inside you.

The overstimulation was almost painful but it was already shifting into something else, something that had you gasping and arching into his mouth instead of away from it.

He was making sounds now, desperate, needy whimpers and moans that vibrated against you. He was rutting against the mattress, you realised dimly, seeking friction while he lost himself in eating you out. His hair was a mess from your fingers, and he looked absolutely wrecked.

"So good," he whined between licks. "Tastes so good. Could do this forever. Please let me… fuck need to make you come again-"

He was babbling now, drunk on you, his movements getting messier and more desperate. His tongue worked your clit in frantic circles while his fingers curled inside you, and the pleasure was building again impossibly fast. You were so sensitive that every touch felt electric, overwhelming.

“That's it," he gasped, feeling you start to tighten around his fingers. "yeah, give it to me.”

Your second orgasm hit even harder than the first, ripping through you with an intensity that had you crying out his name, your thighs clamping around his head. Jake moaned like he was the one coming, his hips jerking against the mattress as he worked you through it, tongue lapping up everything, fingers gentling but not stopping until you were actually sobbing from oversensitivity.

Only then did he pull back, and when he finally lifted his head he looked completely gone. His face was flushed and wet, his eyes glazed and unfocused, his lips swollen and red. he looked drunk on you, his eyes unfocused and dark.

"Fuck," he breathed, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "you're so hot when you come. the sounds you make… I love you.”

You pulled him up into a kiss, tasting yourself on his tongue, feeling the way he groaned into your mouth.

He was perfect.

Yours.

“I love you.”

Chapter 2