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pov: you and jake had been coworkers for almost a year, sitting exactly four desks apart in the open office. long enough to memorize his routines, but never long enough to admit what you felt every time he smiled at you. you liked him. he liked you. neither of you said a thing. jay was the quiet type—calm, gentle, always fixing other people’s mistakes without asking for credit. he had this habit of tapping his pen when he was nervous, and you only knew that because he always seemed to do it around you. you weren’t much better. whenever he walked by your desk, your heart beat faster in a way that felt embarrassingly obvious. when he helped you with tasks, you tried not to stare at the way his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. but every time someone teased the two of you, jay would clear his throat and change the subject. you would laugh it off too. and the silence between you both stayed exactly the same. until the day the company announced a surprise. “we’re assigning new partners for the upcoming project,” your manager said. “you’ll be paired with the person listed on your email. team presentations are due in three weeks.” everyone rushed to check their inbox. you opened yours slowly, holding your breath for no reason at all. assigned partner: sim jake. your stomach flipped. you glanced up just in time to see jake looking at you too. his ears had turned red—very red—before he quickly looked away, pretending to type something on his computer. surprisingly, jake approached first. “so… looks like we’re partners,” he said, voice softer than usual. “yeah,” you replied, hoping your smile wasn’t too obvious. “we can start after lunch, if you want?” he nodded, and something unspoken lingered between you. working with him was a kind of torture—the good kind. you sat close, sharing documents, leaning in to read the same screen. his arm would brush yours occasionally, and every time it happened, you both froze for a split second before pretending it meant nothing. jake was professional, but not too professional. kind, but not too kind. careful, but not too careful. it felt like he was always one heartbeat away from saying something more. the tension built slowly, quietly. one late evening, you stayed after hours to finalize a draft. the office was empty except for the two of you, your screens casting soft pools of blue light across the desks. jake broke the silence. “do you ever feel like…” he hesitated, chewing his lip, “there’s something you want to say, but you’re scared it’ll ruin everything?” you looked at him. really looked at him. “every day,” you answered. you meant more than work. you hoped he heard it. jake's eyes flickered—a tiny spark of courage—before he shook his head and returned to the screen. “never mind,” he whispered. and the moment slipped away. the plot twist came out of nowhere. two days before your presentation, your manager pulled you aside. “i’m reassigning jake for an urgent project,” she said. “you’ll get a new partner. i know this is sudden, but it’s necessary.” your stomach dropped. jake? gone? after everything? “is he okay?” you asked. “he’s fine,” she replied. “he actually volunteered for it.” volunteered. the word stung. why would he choose to leave your project, your partnership, you? you tried to focus on work, but the thought gnawed at you the entire day. when you finally saw him packing up his laptop, you couldn’t hold it in anymore. “why did you volunteer?” you asked quietly. jake froze. “it’s complicated,” he said. “try me.” he closed his laptop slowly, fingers trembling. “i thought…” he swallowed, “i thought maybe you’d work better with someone else. someone who doesn’t… get distracted easily.” “distracted?” you repeated. “by what?” his eyes met yours—tired, conflicted, afraid. “you.” the word hung in the air like a confession and a wound at the same time. “i like you,” jake said, voice barely above a whisper. (comsec++) #enhypen #enhypenpov #jake #jakeenhypen #fyp
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