@jayaein_: pov: jake was the type of person who genuinely enjoyed studying. it wasn’t something he forced himself to do. he actually liked it. while most students counted the minutes until classes ended, jake often stayed behind to ask additional questions, organize his notes, or review topics he had already mastered. even after spending an entire day attending lectures, he’d still open his laptop at night and study for another few hours as if learning itself was a hobby. sometimes you wondered if he secretly enjoyed suffering. he always denied it. yet every time you visited his apartment, there he was—studying again. “normal people watch movies after class.” jake didn’t even look up from his notes. “normal people don’t fail quizzes because they spend three hours playing games.” you gasped dramatically. “that happened once.” “twice.” “you’re exaggerating.” “i’m really not.” you threw a pillow at him. jake caught it effortlessly without lifting his eyes from the textbook in front of him. that alone annoyed you. everything about him was annoyingly perfect. he was smart without showing off. responsible without being boring. and somehow, despite spending most of his life buried in books, he still managed to be one of the most attractive people you’d ever met. it wasn’t fair. especially because the two of you couldn’t have been more different. while jake spent his free time studying, you spent yours playing games, watching random videos, or doing absolutely nothing productive. he planned everything. you figured things out as you went. he always arrived ten minutes early. you somehow managed to be late to everything. yet somehow, the relationship worked. it had worked ever since your first year of university. and now, years later, you still found yourself ending almost every day in his company. sometimes you’d sit together in comfortable silence and sometimes you’d simply exist in the same room doing completely different activities. those moments ended up becoming your favorite. like tonight. rain tapped softly against the windows while the city outside slowly settled into darkness. you were curled up on the couch in jake’s apartment, phone in hand, mindlessly playing a game. meanwhile, jake sat at his desk wearing a headset, attending an online study session. papers were spread neatly across the surface. color-coded notes covered half the desk. his laptop screen displayed a presentation while one of his tutors explained something you absolutely did not understand. you tried listening once. it lasted about thirty seconds. after that, you gave up. so instead, you focused on your game, occasionally glancing toward jake. not because you meant to. it just happened. he looked nice when he concentrated. his brows would furrow slightly whenever he was thinking. sometimes he’d tap his pen against the table. sometimes he’d push his glasses higher up his nose without realizing. small habits. habits you’d memorized years ago. a smile tugged at your lips before you quickly looked back at your phone. after a while, your game started feeling repetitive. the rain outside sounded relaxing and the room was warm. you shifted on the couch, pulling a blanket over yourself. just for a moment. just until jake finished his study session. that was the plan. unfortunately, the sound of his voice mixing with the rain made your eyes heavier. until eventually—you fell asleep. you weren’t sure how much time had passed when you slowly opened your eyes again. at first, everything felt blurry. for a few seconds, you simply blinked in confusion. then reality slowly settled in. you weren’t on the couch anymore. your heart immediately skipped. because somehow, sometime while you were asleep, you had ended up sitting sideways on jake’s lap. one of his arms was wrapped securely around your waist. the other rested on the desk beside his keyboard. your head was pressed against his shoulder. (comsec++) #enhypenpov #enhypen #jake #jakeenhypen #fyp

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