BANDAIDS LHS

🩹 BANDAIDS — LHS

in which . . . you treat your boyfriend's wounds (with a kiss) — lhs x f! reader ୨୧ no set au wc 328 ・ w heeseung gets into a fight, reader cleans his wounds + likes n' feedback are greatly appreciated !

“DOES IT HURT?” you asked softly, leading him into your apartment. Heeseung  gave a half-hearted shrug, a wince crossing his face as he tried to hide the pain.

“A little,” he admitted sheepishly. “But I’m more worried about how you're going to handle this.” 

You led him into the kitchen, to which he settled down on the counter top as you grabbed the first aid kit. “I'm more worried about making sure you're okay,” you said, standing in front of him. “Let's clean your wounds, hm?”

Heeseung’s expression softened as you carefully cleaned the cut on his forehead. “You always know how to make things better,” he said quietly.

You dabbed antiseptic on the wound and applied a fresh bandage. “I try. Besides, someone has to look out for you.”

Heeseung’s lips curled into a small, appreciative smile. “I guess that’s true.” 

You reached for a cool compress and pressed it gently against his bruised cheek. Heeseung’s eyes fluttered closed for a moment, clearly savoring the soothing touch. When he opened them again, he looked at you with a playful glint in his eyes.

“You know,” he said, his voice low and a bit hesitant, “there’s one more thing that might make it feel even better.”

You tilted your head, curious. “What’s that?”

Heeseung’s cheeks flushed slightly as he looked down at the bandaged cut. “Well, it’s silly, but... could you kiss it better?”

You chuckled softly, shaking your head. “You’re such a dork,” you said affectionately. But you obliged, leaning in to press a gentle kiss right above his eyebrow.

Heeseung’s eyes sparkled with relief and amusement. “See? Much better,” he said, his voice light with gratitude.

You smiled, feeling a sense of warmth in your chest. “I’m glad. Just promise me you’ll be more careful next time.”

Heeseung took your hand in his, squeezing it gently. “I promise,” he said sincerely. “And I’ll make sure to call you first if anything like this ever happens again.”

enhypen as things personified (hyung line)

warnings mentions of kissing, nothing much really!

heeseung is physical touch personified. he always had his hands on you or around you. at the small of your back, holding your hand in his, patting your head, booping your nose, pressing soft kisses to your forehead, holding you close to his chest while your cuddle, falling asleep in your arms, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, nuzzling his face into your neck, pulling you into the warmest hugs and talking your collarbone with fluttery kisses. he loves it all with his whole being.

jay is care and consideration personified. the way his hands hover around your waist walking you through crowds, the way he makes your coffee with utmost care and taking enough time to make sure he puts all his love into it, the way he hands you tissues just as you finish having your last bite, the way he never forgets to buy your favourite ice cream whenever he's out for groceries, the way he knows you like your pillows laid flat on the bed rather than leaning them onto the headboard. he knows it all, he sees it all.

jake is giggles and excitement personified. he always has his ways to cheer you up if you're sad, he always has his unique ways to have fun, he always loves to go on outdoor dates with you, he loves to feel alive under the sun, he loves to watch funny movies and laugh over and over again with you, he loves your laugh and he'd do anything to make you happy, he loves to play games over little things for fun, he loves to hold your hand and run through the grass in the park despite the weird looks you both get, he loves to kiss you under the moonlight with a wide smile plastered on his face. he prefers to have only happy moments with you, he wants you to have only happy moments in your life as well.

sunghoon is protectiveness personified. he's glaring at the guys who check you out, he's never letting you go outside alone past 11 pm, he's going to hold your hand always when you're descending a flight of stairs, he's buckling your seatbelt with his own hands to make sure you both are safe, he's saving all of your friends' contacts just in case, he always has his arm around your waist in crowds, he rarely let's your work in the kitchen just so you'll be safe. he does it all because he cannot risk you against anything in the world, his life won't go on without you.

perm taglist! @pockettwinzz @alvojake @miss-conjayniality @seunghancore <3

boyfriend jake who…

pairing boyfriend jake x female reader

genre fluff, slightly suggestive

warnings none

word count 370

summary in which jake shows the many ways he loves you.

boyfriend jake who has you saved in his phone as “my future wife.”

boyfriend jake who loves making out with you sitting on the kitchen counter and him in between your legs, one hand cupping your cheek and the other lightly gripping your waist under your shirt.

boyfriend jake who likes to buy you your favorite trinket from every new place he visits.

boyfriend jake who spends his free time making playlists of songs that remind him of you.

boyfriend jake who talks nonstop about you to the other members and so much so that the members know a little too much about you.

boyfriend jake who writes you handwritten love letters.

boyfriend jake whose favorite date idea is a picnic lunch at your local park.

boyfriend jake who randomly confesses to you every now and then and giggles every time you remind him that he is, in fact, your boyfriend.

boyfriend jake who loves to build comfy pillow and blanket forts during your movie nights.

boyfriend jake who has a picture of you two on a date as his home screen.

boyfriend jake who highly encourages you to become friends with the other members because he loves being able to spend time with all 7 of you at once.

boyfriend jake who flirts with you as if you two aren’t already in a relationship.

boyfriend jake who literally cannot keep his hands off you.

boyfriend jake who watches your favorite tv shows, movies, podcasts, and youtube videos with you simply because he wants to know and understand your interests.

boyfriend jake who coos over kids in public and rambles on about what your kids would look like and be like.

boyfriend jake whose favorite cuddle method is spooning because he loves being able to wrap his arms around your torso.

boyfriend jake who loves being called “babe,” “my love,” and “handsome.”

boyfriend jake who learns how to bake your favorite sweet treat even though he’s not the best chef or baker.

boyfriend jake who still asks to kiss you years into your relationship.

boyfriend jake who gifts you a promise ring on your 2 year anniversary and very much treats it as if it were an actual engagement ring.

© dreamyjaeyun. 2024.

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SOMAR𝒊O the weather's warm but your boyfriend's hot ; drabble, sunghoon x female reader, est.relationship, 0.5k.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 skinship, kissing, fluff, slightly suggestive LiBRARYㅤ

“It’s too hot.”

Humidity piled into the room, creating a heavy atmosphere despite the joy of your boyfriend coming over to visit. Moving across your apartment, you grabbed hold of the remote that controlled the air con, attempting to put it on the highest setting to get rid of the sticky feeling coating your entire body. 

 “This damn air con isn’t working.” You complained, hitting the remote against your leg to try and get it to work. The oversized shirt you were wearing that was supposed to help airflow, benefitted nothing and instead stuck to your sweat-coated body. 

A groan of disappointment erupted from Sunghoon’s throat as he rose to feet abruptly. Turning to face him, you watched as he peeled his shirt off of his body, exposing his glimmering abs. 

“Didn’t know you liked my body that much.” He spoke, unknowingly pulling you out of your daze. Heat coated your cheeks when you realised that you had been mindlessly gaping at his upper body. “Don’t say it like that,” You snapped, attempting to defend yourself. “You make me sound like a pervert” 

Stepping in your direction, he effortlessly towered over you, radiating body heat. “But don’t you think I’m hot?” He questioned, fanning his warm breath over your lips, inching nearer. 

Your response was cut off by his lips consuming yours, knocking air out of your lungs. Warmth coated your already sweating body as you tried to push him away from you. Humid wind brushed against your bodies as if the temperature itself wasn’t hot enough. 

“It’s too hot.” You murmured against his lips, feverish from the weather. Moving your hands to his chest in an attempt to push him away, you paused abruptly, feeling the rapid pacing of his heart against his smooth skin. Pulling away from you, he shot a grin in your direction. 

The sound of your ringtone drowned out his remark, serving as the perfect distraction from the temperature that you were more than willing to avoid. “Hi, mum.” You spoke, smiling audibly through your words. 

Leaning his arm above you, he pressed a kiss on your jawline. “This evening?” Doing your best to avoid sounding breathless, you tried dodging your boyfriend’s radiating body heat. “Of course.” You grinned, pinned in position against the wall and toiling against the sweat dampening your frame. 

“See you later.” Moments after ending your call, your lips were pulled into his while his hands casually rested on your waist.

Humming into your lips, he pulled back. “Who called?” 

“My mum. She’s coming over in the evening which means you have to stop leeching off my neck.” You spoke, trying to pry him away from you.

“Just five more minutes.” He persuaded, trailing ticklish kisses to your collarbone. Seeing that his persuasion wasn’t working, he moved his hands to your stomach, digging lightly into your flesh and tickling your stomach, causing an eruption of giggles to sound through your throat. 

Moving away from the wall, you toppled over the bed, your fit of giggles never ceasing. After catching your breath, you caught your boyfriend’s eyes through the dark curtain of hair covering them. 

“Is that a yes then?” He questioned, his grin matching your own. Glancing at the clock on the wall, you pulled a face. “Five minutes max.” 

Moving his lips to the shell of your ear, he softly muttered. “We’ll see about that.” 

note. thank you so much for reading! all rights reserved, ©️ angelqie 2024.

CALLS OF CONVENIENCE⌇P. SUNGHOON ✶

( 📞 ) NOW RINGING » Park Sunghoon, an office worker with an odd knack for finding problems, has been calling you for assistance non-stop to address various issues in his office. Naturally, since it’s your job, you always stop by, but you’ve noticed that his problems are often simple to fix and don’t really require any help. So, it’s hard not to suspect that he’s just making excuses to see you.

Whether it’s a computer “glitch” or a “misplaced” file, Sunghoon’s requests for you seem more like opportunities for a chat than genuine emergencies.

PAIRING ✶ office-worker!sunghoon x assistant-fem!reader GENRE ✶ fluff, co-workers 2 lovers FEATURING ✶ jay from enhypen WARNINGS ✶ reader questions / teases sunghoon quite a bit, super obvious hoon 🫡 WORD COUNT ✶ 2.4K+

PICK UP? » this was inspired by something i had seen on tiktok … bits of it never left my mind since … all credits to it because that fueled me to write !! and i thought it suited him so … no thoughts just office worker sunghoon 🫠

"Hello, it's me again," his voice crackled over the line as you pressed the phone to your ear. You let out a small sigh, recognizing this as the third time he'd called just this week.

"Why, hello, Park Sunghoon."

“Huh—oh! You know it’s me," he said, sounding surprised, though you could hear the smile in his voice.

"You've been the only one calling my work number lately, Sunghoon," you replied. "And considering how many times you've called, it's normal to recognize your voice by now, don't you think?"

"I guess so…" he chuckled nervously. "Well, do you have time to come to my office? I need help."

"Help with what?"

"My computer is acting up—I don’t think it’s working properly. Can you help me, please?"

"Sunghoon," you sighed, glancing at the mounting work on your desk. "This is the third time this week. Are you sure it's not something simple?"

"Yes! I really do need your help," he insisted, a hint of sheepishness in his tone.

"Fine," you relented. "I’ll be on my way."

"Really?" His voice went up a notch, brimming with excitement before he cleared his throat. "Thank you so much, Y/N!"

Shaking your head, you stood up and headed down the hall to his office. As you walked, you couldn't shake the thought that there was no way he could be this unlucky.

When you finally arrived at his office, you knocked on the door and heard Sunghoon's voice from the other side inviting you in. As you entered, you saw him sitting at his desk, pretending to look frustrated with his computer.

“What is it?”

“Well, what a way to say, ‘hello’. Good morning to you too, YN,” Sunghoon replied, a playful smile tugging at his lips.

“Considering how many times I see you in a day, I don’t have to say that all the time when I do.”

Closing the door behind you, you couldn't help but also comment, “You know, you really should call the IT department for tech problems.”

Sunghoon looked up, still smiling. “Why call them when you've been so great at solving my previous issues?”

"Issues, you say?” you replied, raising an eyebrow skeptically.

“Of course,” he said with feigned innocence. “I would never call you to my office if I wasn’t genuinely struggling.”

"Like how your computer screen froze? When all you could’ve done was just restart your computer?" you asked, giving him a pointed look.

“I didn’t want to mess up more things, so I had to call you,” Sunghoon replied, his face turning a shade of pink as he fumbled for an excuse. It was just so easy for a confident smile of his to dissolve into embarrassment, as if he didn’t set himself up in the first place.

“Okay then, how about the problem with your printer? When all you had to do was refill the ink?”

“I swear I had it refilled last week,” he protested, glancing away. “I wouldn’t have called if I knew that was really the cause of it.”

“And how about the time—the same day as your printer issue—you said you deleted a really important file?”

“Okay, that was a real problem!” Sunghoon said quickly, recalling the incident. “I really panicked when I couldn’t find it on my screen. And you were all I thought about—well, asking for help, that is! Don’t get it twisted!”

“I never said anything,” you teased, unable to hide your amusement. “And all you had to do was check your ‘Recently Deleted’ folder. There was also another copy of it in your downloads.”

“Okay, none of that matters anymore, it’s all in the past!” he brushed off, trying to direct your attention elsewhere. “What matters is that I wouldn’t have known if it weren’t for your great assistance.”

“You could’ve fixed it easily by yoursel—”

“Why don’t we turn our attention back to my computer, please?” he interrupted, eager to change the subject, his voice carrying a note of pleading.

You walked over to his desk, noticing how he seemed to tense slightly as you came closer. Ignoring that, you leaned over to check the computer, both of you staring at the black screen.

“Well, if you see this,” Sunghoon said, pressing the button multiple times to try to turn on his computer. “It doesn’t work.”

“Can you be more gentle?” you suggested, watching as he awkwardly backed away.

“Right, sorry,” he mumbled. “Can you fix this?”

“Sure, get out of your seat, please.” He quickly complied, moving to stand against the wall near his desk. You tried holding down the button, but the computer still wouldn’t turn on. Feeling a bit puzzled, you started looking around the desk. When nothing seemed amiss, you decided to check under the desk and soon noticed a cable...not plugged in.

Grabbing the wire, you held it out and looked at Sunghoon, who was nervously chuckling. “Oh…it was unplugged the whole time…”

You raised an eyebrow, struggling to keep a straight face. “Well, I suppose that explains it.” You plugged it back in, pressed the button once more, and the screen finally lit.

“Wow, who would’ve thought…” he said, rubbing the back of his neck, clearly burning up.

“Sunghoon,” you said, shaking your head with a teasing smile, “you know you could’ve checked this yourself.”

“Who would go ahead and unplug their own computer?” he mumbled, glancing away from your gaze. “I wouldn’t have done that on purpose or anything…”

“You’re really running out of excuses, aren’t you?”

“What…what do you mean?”

“You just want to see me more, don’t you?”

“I do not! I mean, as much as I do enjoy your company, I wouldn’t play tricks just to see you,” he said, rambling nervously. “You’ve just been a reliable person I can trust with these office issues.”

Not fully convinced, you said, “Well then, now that your ‘issue’ is fixed, I will take my leave.” You started to get up from his chair, about to walk away, when Sunghoon abruptly jolted.

“Wait!”

His sudden outburst startled you, and you watched as he frantically rummaged through his desk drawers, pulling out two overstuffed folders. “Can…can you help me sort these out? I mean, since you’re here, and you’re so good at handling things, it wouldn’t be out of the ordinary for you to help me with my work…right?”

He looked at you with hopeful eyes, his usual composure replaced with a hint of desperation. His attempt to maintain a professional demeanor faltered as he fiddled with the papers, clearly trying to cover up his real intentions. You could see through his act, but the genuine earnestness in his voice made it hard to resist.

“Fine, but only because I’m already here,” you said, with a small smile. As you took the folders from him, you couldn’t help but wonder if this was more about the company than the paperwork.

Sunghoon’s eyes lit up slightly as he grinned and quickly got a chair for you. As you both began organizing the chaotic stack of papers, a comforting silence settled in.

“You know, Sunghoon, I’ve always thought of you as an organized person,” you remarked, glancing at the disarray before you.

“Well, I am,” he chuckled, taking your comment as a compliment. “It’s just that I’ve been swamped with meetings lately, so I haven’t had a chance to sort everything out.”

“I don’t know if I believe that,” you hummed, flipping through the papers. “You still would’ve made sure everything was in the right place.”

“Oh…really?” Sunghoon’s voice held a hint of nervousness. “So, you’ve noticed, huh?”

“Am I not supposed to?” you asked with a playful smile. “Aren’t I the assistant you always call for to fix all your issues?”

“Okay, if you think I made this mess on purpose just to keep you around, you’ve got it all wrong!” Sunghoon quickly defended himself, though his flushed face betrayed his words. “And you know me, I wouldn’t torture myself with a mess just to see you.”

“Relax, I was just teasing. Why don’t you work a bit faster then, hm?”

“You don’t have to remind me about my work, YN,” he pouted slightly, eliciting a soft chuckle from you.

He couldn’t help but sneak a few glances at you every now and then, marveling at the way you carried yourself, the subtle expressions you made as you worked—all of it made it difficult for him to concentrate.

To him, you were the prettiest person he’d ever laid eyes on. His eyes would linger on your features—just looking at your focused expression alone was always enough for him to get lost in the moment, or rather, admiring you. And every single time—without a fail—each look would send a flutter of excitement through his chest.

Sunghoon would catch himself in a daze, realizing he’d been staring a little too long again. He'd quickly snap out of it, giving himself a mini pep talk in his mind.

Get it together, Sunghoon. Focus.

He shifted in his chair, trying to redirect his attention to the task at hand, but it was no use. Every time he glanced up, Sunghoon mentally kicked himself for being so easily flustered. It was ridiculous how just being near you turned him into a nervous wreck. His usual confidence seemed to vanish whenever you were around, replaced by a nervous energy that made it hard to concentrate on anything else.

He tried to distract himself by focusing on his work, but his mind kept wandering back to you—how you laughed, the way you rolled your eyes when he said something silly, and the way you seemed to understand him without needing to say much.

Sunghoon knew he was obvious, but he never failed to deny it. Despite the countless times he’d told himself to just say it, he was afraid he’d only continue to humiliate himself even more. Every time he opened his mouth, the words got tangled in his throat, and he’d end up making some excuse instead.

He couldn’t shake the feeling that you might already see through his intentions and were just waiting to reject him once he finally confessed. The thought made his heart race with fear, and it was enough to keep him from doing anything.

But he pushed his many thoughts aside, trying to focus on the task at hand. He shuffled through the papers on his desk, pretending to concentrate. His nervousness lingered in the air, a constant reminder of the tension he felt whenever you were near.

After another moment of silence, he broke it with a hesitant question. “So, YN, what’s your… go-to coffee order?”

“Hm?” you looked up, slightly puzzled.

“Just… curious! Yeah, that’s all,” he said quickly, his voice a bit too casual.

“I don’t see how my coffee order is relevant to your office problems or work,” you replied, raising an eyebrow.

“Well, yes, but I thought it might be nice to know,” Sunghoon stammered. “After all, if I’m going to be a bother, I might as well get you something you like. The least I could do is make up for, you know, troubling you.”

“And what if I don’t drink coffee?”

“Huh? I saw you drinking coffee with Jay the other day—”

“Watching me now, are we? That’s a bit unprofessional for a work setting, don’t you think?”

“No, wait! I wasn’t—I just happened to notice you while I was on my break,” Sunghoon rushed to explain. “And asking Jay would’ve been awkward. So—ugh, nevermind. Forget I said anything.”

“Are you sure?” you asked, noticing his flush deepening. He truly couldn’t hide it well.

“Yes, ignore me and continue helping me, please,” Sunghoon replied, the pink blush on his face becoming way more evident than before. Was he that painfully obvious with his tactics?

Either way, he wanted to get out of there—this was becoming too much for him, and his usual ways of calming down weren’t working. You couldn’t help but slip a small giggle at his discomfort.

“Well, I’m actually done now,” you said with a playful smile.

“Wait—already?!” His astonishment was clear as he glanced at his side of the desk compared to yours. His papers were still scattered in disarray, while yours were neatly organized and back in their folder.

“Yep. While you were busy being a nervous wreck with your, well, overwhelming thoughts, I managed to focus and finish up,” you explained, sliding the organized folder back to him.

“Oh, right,” he mumbled, still taken aback by how efficiently you handled the task. He should have anticipated it, considering your ability to get things done swiftly—one of the many reasons he admired you. “Thank you, YN.”

“Do you have anything else you need help with?” you asked, your tone friendly.

“Uh, no, thank you,” Sunghoon replied, his cheeks still burning. He was mortified by the series of blunders he’d made in such a short time, and the embarrassment made him wish he could just disappear. He couldn’t believe he’d made such a mess of things.

“Listen, YN,” he started, sounding unusually earnest, “I’m really sorry for all the trouble I’ve caused. I didn’t mean to overstep any boundaries with my questions or requests. And for all the office issues—silly as they might seem—I genuinely appreciate your help. So, um, you can leave now. Thank you again.”

“You don’t need to apologize, Sunghoon. I promise you’re fine,” you reassured him. His expression softened at your words, though he seemed still lost in thought about his mistakes earlier. “You haven’t done anything to make me uncomfortable, and if you had, I would’ve told you.”

As you stood up from the chair and walked toward the door, you glanced back at him. His gaze darted away from the door, though it was clear he was trying to sneak a look as you left.

“Caramel macchiato,” you said.

“Huh?”

“My coffee order,” you clarified. “That’s what you wanted, right?”

“Wait—” Sunghoon’s surprise was palpable. “Oh, oh—! Noted! I’ll make sure to remember!” he stammered.

“See you tomorrow, Sunghoon.” You flashed him a final, warm smile. Despite knowing he’d probably call you again, and he knew you knew, you still left him a bit flustered but smiling. He shyly nodded, silently whispering a thanks to you again.

As you closed the door behind you, you heard him mutter to himself, struggling to regain his composure. You could hear the muffled noises of his excitement and embarrassment as you walked away, and it made you chuckle.

You left his office with your heart lighter and your mind buzzing with the possibility that maybe these calls meant something more. Finally getting the answers to the questions you’d always had in mind, it became clear to you that Park Sunghoon was undeniably charming.

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summary : you had hated jake since you were kids but, you weren't kids anymore were you?

genre : angst, slight fluff, jake x afab!reader, enemies to lovers, highschool!au, childhood-friends!au, non-idol!au, hurt-comfort tws : language, lowkey mean y/n (for a reason), use of the word hate a lot, alluded parental issues/trauma, lowkey depression author notes : wrote this for mimi & lina cuz y'all need to collect ur man from out of my brain please i beg word count : 2.3k

he was annoying.

he annoyed you. he pushed your buttons so well it took everything within you to fight off an outburst. you hated him. no, you loathed him. he was the arch nemesis in your fantasy novel. the pebble in your shoe. the sand on wet feet. the warm side of your pillow. he was everything you knew you didn’t want in your life.

but, he wouldn’t leave you alone.

it had started years ago, back when you were just a little kid in elementary school and this shaggy haired boy was paired with you in hopscotch. you didn’t protest at the time, but oh should you have, because you weren’t aware of the can of worms it would open in your life—the container of sparkles you were still finding in undesirable places; by the name of jake sim.

it was bordering an obsession.

but, in reality, all he was obsessed with was your reaction; the way your face would flush when you heard his annoying voice; the way your body would tense under his annoying gaze; the way your blood boiled when his annoying laugh rang through the air; the way your fingers dug crescents into your palms when his stupidly-white teeth would show themselves for another classmate; the way your stomach would turn when he'd brush his stupidly-styled hair from his face. or bite his annoying lips. or crack his stupid knuckles. or stretch and reveal his stupid abs.

he made you so sick. so fucking nauseous that you couldn’t stand being around him for more than a few minutes at a time.

he was so egotistical. so cocky. so adored and admired by just about anything that breathed.

so why’d he choose to follow you around like a lost puppy? even after you had screamed and cried at him to leave you alone—all those years ago now—to go about his perfect fucking life and leave you to yours.

why’d he, of all people, have to bother you?

you tried so hard to ignore the everlasting presence behind you, and if you and jake didn’t happen to be neighbors you would’ve started sprinting. but, it was july and nobody really wants to run in the scorching heat. especially not you, and jake played soccer so it would've been no use trying anyways.

you had exited your house, preparing to walk to the gas station instead of deal with your parents outbursts about god knows what, when perched on the front lawn in front of you was none other than someone you really didn’t want to see either. and, for a moment you thought he was going to give up his annoying-you act as he didn’t trail you for a good couple of strides. but, that was short lived as you saw the man take off from his porch, causing you to grumble and cross your arms.

you kept your chin high, not acknowledging jake in hopes that it would steer him away; because he liked to get a rise from you. and, if you took that away, he wouldn’t have a reason to bother you. the plan was fool-proof in reality… well, at least it should’ve been.

jake kept following you, all the way into the drink isle of the gas station. he even went as far as grabbing your favorite and shoving it in the back pocket of your jeans—but you weren’t in the mood, and frankly you were far past angry; at ur parents, at the heat, at yourself.

but, not at jake and, for that you didn’t know why.

he was everything that annoyed you, but he was also the only thing that stayed consistent—and that was oddly comforting—because you knew that if only you looked around jake would be there in some form or not.

like the stars in the sky, the wind through air, the smell of sea water, and over exaggerated accents; jake was there, within them all. and, somewhere along the way it all stopped being the vain of your existence.

you weren't kids anymore, and the petty competition between you two had ceased some time ago, which only left room for something else to bloom; something far from those two kids on the hot asphalt.

you rolled your eyes at him. "why won't you just leave me alone?" he shrugged in response, going off to the isle with snacks, but you weren't hungry. sick, actually. so, so sick to your stomach at the very thought of actually thinking fondly of the one thing you're supposed to hate with all your will. you were convinced you were going to be buried with a rotting heart, but even the slightest twinge from his stupidly-pretty lips melted your ice-cold feelings.

you paid for the drink, no longer seeing the boy. a sigh (of relief?) left your lips when you exited the station. you scouted the place, only the scorchingly bright sun reflecting off peoples cars as they filled up. no sight of the man who trailed you here—

wait, why were you looking for him?

you told yourself it was to make sure you got away before he came out—you wanted a peaceful walk back with your drink, and thoughts, not a puppy-like man. but, you knew deep down you also craved the comfort he seemed to bring whenever he was around. and, maybe it was especially needed now but, you began to walk anyways, prepared to ignore him some more if need be.

it was better that way, that’s what you had to tell yourself. that’s what you’ve always told yourself.

it was better you stay away from everyone. you were content with yourself, weren't you?

that's what you were always programmed to believe, anyways.

"miss me that much, y/n?" it should've been dangerous how fast you spun on your heels. he smirked. "that's why you were looking, isn't it?"

you scoffed to his face, cracking open the drink in your hand and taking a long swig. "absolutely not." you leveled your head again, humphing and turning back around to begin walking.

you were always two peas in a pod, and petty respected petty.

it was like a game you two played without rules, no start, and definitely no end. it was the unspoken regular, no peace when you were in each others presence. if you weren't at each others throats then hell had to have frozen over, one of you died, or anything of the sort.

you wanted to tell him to stop following you but, whether you did or not, he still lived across the street. he had just as much a right to walk this street as you did. but, you were still annoyed.

and, on your shared (desired or not) walk, you couldn't help the emotions welling up within you. everything was just getting a little too much for you to keep bottled inside. first it was the migraine you woke up to after staying up half the night studying for a future you weren't even sure you wanted to have. then, it was the yelling between and by your parents; about what? you still weren't even sure. but one thing you were sure about was the tears that began to prick your eyes. you tried so hard to swallow them down with the drink, but even with your head tilted back, they fell. and, just like your game, they showed no sign of stopping.

you needed something, however you never knew what it was, just always slightly out of reach. you felt incomplete, hallow, empty. but, what made you worthy of being sad; you had everything.

it angered you. however, you were just like your parents, weren't you? never knowing how to express yourself healthily. they told you what was expected and you followed like it was a goddamn marionette show. your whole life was planned before you even spoke your first word; be top student. be well liked. be nice. be pretty. be in clubs. don't make friends. don't talk back. and, don't fucking cry.

you felt a gentle hand pull you back, and out of your thoughts. you blinked a couple of times, trying to de-blur the splotched scene.

you must've not realized how loudly you were crying. "are you okay?" jake asked. you'd never seen concern on him before—it was something you weren't sure you'd actually ever seen—and, you were supposed to hate it?

you weren't sure of that anymore either.

your brain wasn't working as his eyes met your tear-filled ones, but everything still boiled over like you were sat on the back burner.

"stop it!" you shouted at him, throwing your wrist from his hand. "stop fucking following me!" and suddenly you were back in middle school—the only other time he had seen you cry—screaming the same thing at him in the middle of the playground. "stop trying to be around me! i hate you! stop playing this stupid game! you're annoying, okay! i hate your stupid laugh, and stupid smile, and stupid hair, and stupid everything! stop liking me! you make me so fucking sick, jake! i can't stand you, okay? you win, for gods sake!"

his eyebrows creased, but he didn't back down from your words. actually, he got closer, and you swear your breath hitched. but, before he got a chance to reply to anything another wall went up, and you practically whispered. "...let's j-just stop, jake." through a broken voice; utterly defeated. "i'm tired."

tired of feeling like you had lost all control over yourself. tired of hating everything you're supposed to be grateful for. tired of being so goddamn tired and confused. tired of being angry and frustrated. tired of romanticizing the late night mock-exams and good grades. tired of being friendless. tired of being fake. tired of being molded into an emotionless vessel. tired of being the class president and always-too-busy girl. tired of being you. tired of being alone.

and, so tired of pretending to hate the one person who never let you get too far away from him.

"i-i'm okay, okay?" you sighed, wiping your cheeks with your forearm and hand. "i'm fine!" you mocked a smile. "just go home, jake."

maybe it was because, ever since the moment he was paired with you, you were never able to convince him of your perfect lifestyle. your plastic covered couches and white piquet fences. and, when he moved across the street it's like he could see through all your lies even better.

"are you really okay?" he asked, knowing you were only telling him an otherwise well-sold tale (to everyone else, at least).

you huffed angrily. "yes! so, just leave me alone now, okay? go back to your school friends, and soccer team, and loving parents, and brother. get out of my life, please—i hate you! i hate you so much—how many times do i have to tell you this?"

his voice was soft yet well-defined. "until you mean it."

his words echoed so painfully loud inside your head, taking you aback. he'd never spoken to you like that. he'd never said something other then teasing comments and pushes to get you to roll your eyes at him. he had never been more than the thorn in your back; the one side of your stuffed-up nose; the one question of a test you had to guess on; he was never more than someone who liked to pull pranks on you to get a rise. never more than jake sim: your relentless enemy.

so, why was your heart thumping with something more than anger and frustration?

you knew the answer deep down through your rising stomach bile. your nausea. you knew it was because he was everything you needed, and that's why he made you so sick.

you hated that he could see through you like a goddamn window. you hated how he wouldn't run away. you hated how he could watch you cry. you hated how he'd look at you. you hated how you didn't even want him to actually leave. you hated how you looked for him in the simplest things. you hated how he was consistency in an ever-evolving world. you hated how he was supposed to be the one thing you hated. you hated how you craved a stupid-smile from him. you hated how attractive his stupid-hair looked. you hated how you desired to hear his stupidly-tuneful laugher. you hated him and his extensive knowledge on you. you hated that you didn't even hate him—no, you actually loathed him so fucking much that somewhere along the way, you loved him.

you loved him so much, and that's why you hated him.

you hated that you couldn't have him. you hated that he was always the something that was just slightly out of reach. you hated that he knew you didn't hate him. you hated that he didn't even hate you for it. you wanted him to, and that's why you hated him first.

maybe, in reality you knew it wouldn't have hurt less either way, but it was the path you chose—had chosen for you—and turning back now wasn't something in your sights. you only had one option.

"i hate you."

his hands found your cheeks, forcing you to look into his stupidly-pretty eyes. you didn't even protest, knowing not-so-far past surface level that you wanted to give in. "well, i love you."

you wanted him to hold you. you wanted him to kiss your tears away. you wanted him to be the man you could run across the street to when things got tough. you wanted his comfort. you wanted him to tell you it would all be okay. you wanted to be his comrade, not his enemy. you wanted him to fix your broken heart and mind—stick you back together with glitter-glue. you, truthfully, wanted him as much as he wanted you.

and, that's what you hated the most; jake—the only silver lining in your life—sim. the man you're supposed hate, but love.

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