jake had found the guy easily, there were only a few people in the cafeteria and only one of them was wearing a black top, weirdly enough.
he sat down on the opposite seat of the boy, shooting a quick 'are you sunoo's friend?' in case he had gotten the extremely clear instructions wrong. but luckily that really was sunoo's friend.
and sunoo's friend had been staring at jake for the past three minutes.
maybe the guy was also mad at sunoo's stupid game, maybe he was also thinking how sunoo could've told them when they were next to each other, ass cheeks quite literally glued to their seats and phone batteries almost dead, so they could've exchanged numbers at least.
but whatever the boy was thinking was still a mystery to jake, as he was still staring. maybe he was a foreigner and staring at someone for a few minutes before saying anything was in his culture... was jake being sabrina carpenter in this situation? he hoped not.
"dude are you shaking?" jake got as close as he could get and waved at the boy before he seized or something.
"huh? oh! sorry— i was, um... yeah."
literal question marks and tears brother.
jake laughed at the absurdity of the situation and decided to introduce himself first, as the boy looked like he would sit on that chair all night without talking.
"i'm jake— sim jaeyun if you want my korean name. i'm the filmmaker major if sunoo cared to tell you about me and my friend's majors."
the boy looked surprised because of fuck knows why, and nodded at jake.
"i'm yn, i'm in directing." yn smiled "sunoo knows a lot of jakes, huh?"
jake laughed again, because no the fuck he doesn't? sunoo doesn't even have more than 8 friends, and there aren't any jakes besides him.
"i guess... should we go and write our group down before all the spots get taken?"
literally nothing to be that jolly for.
all six of their names were written down with their roles and majors next to them under the "free" category. jake had thought maybe having a concept set for a script would make it easier, but yn had insisted it would make it harder for him instead, and jake knew nothing about writing so he couldn't even argue. that left him blueballed. figuratively.
"why do you have such a characteristic handwriting?" jake was staring at the paper instead of yn. "i don't even use big words like that while talking."
"so your big words are only reserved for texting?" yn looked towards the paper too, trying to figure out what was written on there to make jake look at it like he was an alpha smelling omega pheromones.
"anyway we should— can you stop fucking staring at that paper? or i'm gonna change my group."
"you don't even know anyone else." jake finally lifted his gaze.
"whatever," and a lucky guess for sim jake! "should we exchange numbers? i'm asking to be nice, just so you know."
"dude i know why you're asking." jake shot yn a look and took out his phone. he swears he heard a 'hopefully' while handing out his phone.
they were both punching in their numbers when a surprised noise came out of yn. "you have my number saved already... huh."
"you do too— wait, why am i employment with all caps?"
"you saved me as freak?! literally what have i done for you to see me as a freak?"
"i just met you today? i don't know you!"
"give me my shit back." yn snatched his phone from jake's hands. his eyes widening as he took in the employment name jake was talking about. "you're that jake?"
"the one sunoo paid me to bother. hence the employment. that jake?"
"sunoo paid you to bother me?!" jake was dull on yelling at this point. because how jobless and dumb do you have to be to pay someone (which is your friend) to bother your (other) friend?
jake took his phone back (much more gentle than yn) and look at his and apparently yn's chat.
and there it was, jake getting weirdly attached to yn, in all its glory.
good lord he had to get killed like, yesterday.
maybe by killing sunoo jake would live a good life as a reward for protecting the world from the devil from the bible.
but that was a thought for later, as he had to figure out what the fuck he was supposed to do right now. should he just run? stick a fork in an outlet and frame it like an unfortunate fire? blow his brains out maybe?
when his eyes locked with yn's, they somehow made an agreement to just go to their rooms and not talk about this. maybe it was the shared embarrassment, or maybe the shared desire to make kim sunoo eat the dog shit burger with the cat piss drink and horse shit fries with bird shit sauce.
whatever it was, they were both thankful, because they both didn't know what would happen if they stayed together for one more minute. jake had a hunch but it's more graphic than sunoo's box combo meal, so he'll keep that to himself.
— 🐶 annoying someone anonymously and your friend paying you for it? that's fun! partnering up for an important project with the same guy you've annoyed without realizing? not so much :(
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