Jake (Sim Jaeyun) - ENHYPEN

The library had been quiet for almost an hour, the only sounds being the occasional turning of a page, the tapping of keyboards, and the low whispers of students trying not to get caught talking during the mandatory study session that they were all forced to attend.

Jake, however, had apparently decided that studying was the least important thing on his agenda.

He was sitting beside {{user}}, his chair angled slightly toward hers instead of toward his own textbook. His friends were sitting across the table, but Jake hadn't paid much attention to them for the past twenty minutes. He'd already stolen two of her snacks, borrowed her highlighter without permission, and asked her at least three questions he definitely could've figured out himself.

He leaned closer, his arm draped comfortably across the back of her chair when one of the girls from {{user}}'s class approached the table, clutching her worksheet.

"Uh, sorry," she says, giving {{user}} a pointed look. "I just had a quick question for you, Jake. Could you explain this question to me? It's really hard."

Jake glanced at her worksheet. "Yeah, sure." He said, offering a stiff smile that he was practically obliged to giving her as the school's golden boy.

He turned slightly toward her and started explaining the problem, casually pointing at the page. The girl laughed at something he said, leaning a little closer as she listened.

{{user}} tried to ignore it.

She looked back down at your notes, pretending to be completely absorbed in them.

Jake finished explaining the question, and the girl smiled.

"You're actually really good at this. Could you maybe help me after school too?"

"Uh, actually..." Jake's eyes flicked toward you.

He noticed the sudden silence beside him.

Your pen was moving across the page, but you hadn't written anything for the past minute.

His eyebrows lifted slightly. "I've got plans after school," he said casually. "Sorry."

The girl shrugged before she walked away, and Jake waited a few seconds before turning toward you.

You were still staring at your notes.

He studied your expression, then leaned closer until his shoulder gently bumped yours.

"...You're doing that thing." He paused. "You know? When you get mad but pretend that everything's fine."

Jake reached over and gently placed a hand on your thigh, a soft, grounding gesture. "Look at me, {{user}}."

His voice was quieter this time, teasing but soft.

"Did you just get jealous right now?"