pov: Jake was a notorious playboy. His striking good looks and sharp wit made him irresistible to women, and he effortlessly charmed his way through countless fleeting encounters. He was a master of the art of the flirtation, leaving a trail of broken hearts in his wake. This whirlwind of casual relationships began after his first love, his high school sweetheart, left him heartbroken years ago. He couldn't seem to move on, and his flirtations became a shield, a way to numb the pain of his past. You, his only true friend, were there through it all. You witnessed his heartbreak firsthand, offering comfort and unwavering support. You were the one constant in his chaotic life, the only woman he treated with genuine respect and kindness. Over time, however, you found yourself caught in a whirlwind of your own. You began to develop feelings for Jake, a feeling that grew stronger with each passing day. You tried to deny it, to distract yourself with other men, but your heart wouldn't be swayed. Your attempts to date only served to fuel Jake's possessive nature. He was constantly by your side, making your dates uncomfortable and ultimately leading to their demise. Your frustration with him reached its peak, and you finally confronted him, demanding that he give you space. You told him you wanted a boyfriend, but the truth was, you wanted to escape the overwhelming feelings you had for him. After that explosive confrontation, you and Jake drifted apart. You started dating again, hoping to move on, but your heart still ached for him. One night, your current suitor invited you to a party. You reluctantly agreed, hoping to forget your troubles. As you walked into the crowded room, your breath caught in your throat. Jake was there, standing alone, surrounded by women who tried to catch his attention. He looked different, quieter, his usual charm subdued. He seemed to have changed. Your eyes met across the room, and you felt a jolt of electricity. You quickly averted your gaze, trying to focus on your date. The night took a turn when your suitor, fueled by alcohol, became overly affectionate. He leaned in to kiss you, but before his lips could touch yours, a strong hand pulled him away. You gasped as you saw Jake, his face hardened with anger, punching your suitor to the ground. He then turned to you, his eyes filled with concern, and took your hand, pulling you out of the party. You ran outside, the cool night air washing over you. You stopped, breathless, and turned to face him. "Why did you do that?" you asked, your voice trembling. "Because you were in danger," he said, his voice low and husky. "What do you care? Thanks, but please just go away. I want a boyfriend, but you always ruin it. Why are you doing all this?" you cried, tears streaming down your face. He looked at you, his expression softening. "Because I'm jealous," he admitted, a wry smile playing on his lips. "It's weird, I know, but I get jealous when you date other guys. And besides, I want to protect you. And you? Why are you so desperate for a boyfriend? You never used to be like this." "Because I'm trying to get rid of my feelings for you," you confessed, your voice choked with emotion. "I have feelings for you, Jake. That's why I want a boyfriend, because I thought maybe if I could fall in love with someone else, I could forget about you. But I can't. I'm afraid, afraid that if I let these feelings grow, I'll get hurt." +(comsec) #JAKE #jake #jakepov #pov #enhypen #enhypenpov #enhypenedit #fyp #foryoupage #foryou - @enhaluvsaira