@jayaein_: pov: you didn't really like jake at first. you hated how noisy and loud he could be inside the classroom. but it seems like you're the only one who feels that way toward him because everyone likes jake. he's the kind of classmate who makes everyone laugh and smile just by being there. he has this charm that is irresistible for many, but for you—he's just a joker. maybe it's because you're used to being alone. you'd rather be in a quiet place, away from everyone. that's why you get irritated when you hear laughter echoing across the room—that deep, unrestrained laugh that always seems to find its way to your ears, no matter how far you sit from him. you try to focus on your notes, pretending not to hear, but it's impossible. he's like background noise you can't mute. what's more annoying is how you notice jake has been trying to get along with you even though you've already made it clear that you're not interested and prefer being alone. but he is determined. even when you roll your eyes at him whenever he throws jokes, he never stops and seems to enjoy seeing your reaction. he started to get your attention just by simply asking you about a certain topic. you felt irritated at first and even called him a dummy. you expected that he'd get hurt and leave you alone, but you were wrong. he just laughed it off and said, “well, at least now i know you can talk. and call me names, apparently.” you blinked. for a second, you weren’t sure how to respond. people usually backed off after you snapped at them. they stopped trying. that’s how it always went. but jake? he stood there grinning like he’d just won something. you turned back to your notebook, muttering a quiet, “whatever,” but he didn’t leave. instead, he pulled a chair beside you and whispered, “so, is that a ‘no’ to tutoring me or just your version of flirting?” you nearly choked. "in your dreams, jake.” he snorted and leaned back, hands behind his head. “guess i’ll see you in my dreams, then.” days passed, and jake kept coming back. he started small—asking about class topics, borrowing pens, sitting close enough to be noticed but not close enough to be scolded by the teacher. he would say something random just to get a reaction, and sometimes, when you caught yourself almost smiling, you hated how effortless it was for him. you tried ignoring him. you tried keeping your head down, sticking to your quiet lunch breaks at the back of the library. but then he found your hiding spot. “told you you’d be here,” he said one afternoon, sliding into the seat across from you like he belonged there. you glared at him. “do you stalk everyone like this?” “nah,” he replied, pulling out a sandwich. “just you.” there was something infuriating about how persistent he was. he didn’t push boundaries—he hovered just close enough to be noticed, never crossing the line but always testing it. over time, the silence you used to protect yourself started to feel a little too heavy, especially when he wasn’t around. you found yourself waiting—just a little—for his usual teasing. his jokes. his weird comments during lectures. you even noticed how his eyes crinkled when he laughed. you hated that you noticed. then came the group project. of course, your teacher paired you two together. of course, jake was thrilled. “looks like fate ships us,” he said, winking. you groaned. “just don’t screw this up.” but he didn’t. in fact, he worked hard—surprisingly hard. he actually listened to you, followed your notes, and stayed late in the library to finish the project. that night, as you both sat surrounded by books and coffee cups, there was a lull in the conversation. “you know,” he said, tapping his pencil, “you’re not as scary as you pretend to be.” you looked up sharply. “and you’re not as dumb as you act.” he grinned. “so we’re both faking it, huh?” you didn’t answer. but when your eyes met, the silence between you felt different this time. (comsec++) #enhypen #enhypenpov #jake #jakeenhypen #fyp

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