@jayaein_: pov: “aren’t you scared of me?” jay asked as he looked down at the small box of cookies sitting on his desk. you blinked. then looked at the cookies, then at him. “no, why would i?” you shrugged as if the answer was obvious. because to you, it was. jay stared for a few seconds before looking away. you noticed the way his fingers tightened slightly around his pen. almost like he wasn’t used to hearing that answer. honestly, everyone around you would’ve probably called you crazy. your friends certainly did. the moment they found out you voluntarily talked to jay, they nearly lost their minds. “jay?” “that jay?” “the scary one?” “the one who never talks?” you always rolled your eyes. because while jay wasn’t exactly friendly, people exaggerated too much. sure, he preferred sitting alone and joined conversations, but that didn’t automatically make him scary. if anything, he just looked tired and maybe a little lonely. unfortunately, your friends disagreed. “he barely talks to anyone.” “he never smiles.” “he’s so intimidating.” you listened. then ignored every single warning. because somehow, despite all of that, you found yourself admiring him. jay was smart, responsible, and calm. unlike most people, he never pretended to be someone he wasn’t. you liked that a lot. which was exactly how you ended up placing a box of homemade cookies on his desk one random monday morning. jay had stared at them for a full minute then stared at you. then back at the cookies. “what is this?” “cookies.” “i can see that.” “good.” he sighed. you smiled proudly. that became the beginning of everything. at first, jay barely responded whenever you spoke to him. you’d sit beside him during lunch. he’d quietly eat while you carried most of the conversation. you’d greet him every morning. sometimes he’d answer. sometimes he’d simply nod. you never took it personally. instead, you kept showing up again and again. eventually, jay stopped looking surprised whenever you appeared. which felt like progress. days slowly turned into weeks and somehow, without realizing it, jay started talking more. he’d answer your questions, correct your homework, and occasionally make sarcastic comments. which always shocked you because nobody ever talked about how funny jay actually was. one afternoon, you were struggling with a math problem. you spent nearly twenty minutes staring at the paper before finally giving up. “jay.” he didn’t even look up. “what?” “help.” he sighed. “which one?” you immediately pushed the paper toward him. ten minutes later, he was patiently explaining everything. you nodded along despite understanding absolutely nothing. jay stopped talking. “you’re not listening.” “i am.” “you’re not.” you smiled sheepishly. he rolled his eyes, but then explained everything again. slower this time. and for some reason, that small gesture made your chest feel warm. because jay always acted like he didn’t care, yet somehow he always did. you became close before either of you realized it. because somewhere along the way, your admiration had quietly become something else. something softer. something much more dangerous.and maybe, just maybe—jay felt it too. then one morning, his seat was empty. you frowned because jay was never absent. by lunchtime, he still hadn’t appeared. you tried telling yourself it wasn’t a big deal. maybe he was busy. or maybe something felt wrong. for the rest of the day, you couldn’t focus. your eyes kept drifting toward his empty chair. and by the time classes ended, curiosity had completely won. you approached your teacher. “excuse me, ma’am.” she looked up. “yes?” you hesitated, slightly embarrassed. “do you happen to know why jay isn’t here today?” your teacher smiled knowingly. which immediately worried you. “he’s sick.” your heart dropped. “sick?” she nodded. “fever, i think.” before you knew it, you were asking for his address. and somehow, thirty minutes later—you were standing outside his house. (comsec++) #enhypenpov #enhypen #jay #jayenhypen #fyp

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