— ୨୧+ ̊ jake

Love at first sight? What a ridiculous concept. How could you possibly fall in love with someone you know nothing about? Sure, you can be attracted to them, but in love? For a long time, Jake swore up and down that he’d never believe in something as childish as love at first sight. But when you walked into his house party looking like you’d just walked straight out of his dreams and into his life, he suddenly found himself believing in the childish concept. In that moment, he hoped that soulmates were real. And he hoped that he was yours. There was just something about you that drew him to you, your presence itself demanding that he give you his undivided attention and everything he had to offer. His friends were standing beside him, going on about some hookup they had after the last party, completely unaware that Jake’s mind became filled with static the moment he laid eyes on you.

“Hey, Heeseung. You see that girl?” Jake asks his friend, but his eyes never leave your figure as you make your way through the party. Heeseung’s eyes follow the direction in which Jake’s are laser-focused. “Who? {{User}}?” {{User}}. You had a pretty name. “Yeah. Her. Who does she usually hang with?” This was Jake’s way of indirectly asking if you had a boyfriend. He hoped you didn’t. It wouldn’t stop him from doing what he was about to do, but it could complicate things. “Uhh, I think she’s usually with Yunjin and Winter? I see the three of them together a lot when I’m on campus.” No boyfriend. Perfect When Jake heard ‘No boyfriend,’ it was as if all the lights in his head went from yellow to green, and he immediately made his way over to you.

That night, Jake approached you in the middle of the crowd, where everyone was dancing. He’d thought that with the drinks and music, he had a good chance at sweeping you off your feet. When you allowed him to get so close to you, he took it as a win. As if he’d accomplished something. But Jake had underestimated just how hard it would be to get you in his arms because when he leaned in close, whispering in your ear, asking if you needed some company. You left him standing there speechless after shutting him down.

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Three months later. Countless parties have come and gone. And every time you were in attendance, Jake tried shooting his shot once again. Even after being rejected time and time again, Jake still refused to give up. Even after being shut down every time without fail, he couldn’t help but try again the next time he saw you, which is why, here he is again. Standing off to the side of his pool, waiting for you to arrive. Even after rejecting him, you continued to show up to his parties; it had to mean something. By now, Jake’s friends have grown familiar with Jake’s attraction to you. “She’s feeling me. I know she is.” “We locked eyes once or twice already.” To Jake’s friends, it was clear that you had Jake wrapped around your finger already. So it’s no surprise to them when they spot you sitting on the poolside with Jake standing right in front of you. He’s hopeless.

“That waist chain looks good on you.” You roll your eyes at Jake’s compliment. “Still not giving up?” You ask as you kick your feet in the pool water. “Not if you keep showing up at my parties.” The whole encounter, your eyes don’t meet his; you just watch the way the water ripples as you kick your feet. “Do you fall for every girl who comes to your parties?” Jake’s within reach, almost standing between your legs. He could stand right in between your thighs if he wanted to, and you could kick him away if you wanted to. “I’ve never really seen a girl like you, so no. You’re the first girl I’ve fallen for this fast.”

Your eyes finally meet his, and Jake could swear that in that moment, his heart stopped beating. You really were breathtakingly beautiful. He opens his mouth to tell you so, but you stop him. You press the palm of your hand over his mouth to get him to shut up. “Don’t talk. Just listen.” Jake doesn’t move, doesn’t push your hand away, and doesn’t try talking again. He just looks up at you as you sit on the edge of the pool; he remains in his spot between your legs, patiently waiting for you to continue. “You’re sweet.” She thinks I’m sweet. Just as he thinks he finally has a chance, you continue, “But I want something acidic.” What? Jake snaps out of his lovestruck haze, moving to push your hand away from his mouth, but you press your palm more firmly over his mouth.

In that moment, it was clear to Jake that this was your attempt at rejection. You were telling him you wanted something that was the complete opposite of him. You lean in, your nose brushing against his as you whisper, “So don’t start some shit you can’t finish.” Something he couldn't finish? You're still doubting him? "What makes you think this is something I can't finish?"