@anasthezia: pov: Staring at his name on your phone with your head spinning was a different kind of yearning. You knew damn well texting him was a bad idea. Jake was your ex—the one person you had been trying so hard to stay away from. But with alcohol in your system, the walls you had built around yourself suddenly felt easier to break. And maybe missing him made the bad idea feel worth it. Your thumb hovered over his name Your phone felt heavy in your hands as you stared at his contact name. You had been looking at it for almost ten minutes now, debating with yourself, before your fingers finally moved. You: hello The reply came almost immediately. Jake: hi sweetheart Your lips formed a small, stupid smile. You: hpw r you? There was a short pause. Jake: are you drunk? are you okay? You squinted at your screen, trying to make the letters stop moving. You: nopprrr snd guess You: i missss you You waited. Your heart beat faster when the typing bubble appeared. Jake: I miss you too, baby. Jake: but you shouldn't text me anymore. Your smile disappeared. You: i knooow bit i reslly moss u :( Jake: you are the one who broke up with me, baby. You shouldn't feel that way. You frowned at the screen, your fingers clumsily pressing the wrong letters. You: bit inrwed you Jake: you should rest, hmm? But you didn't want to rest. You wanted him. You wanted his voice. His arms. His stupid little smile whenever he caught you staring at him. You: dp u remrmbr thr tome u alwys cover my eys and kss me on the lps? The reply took a little longer this time. Jake: yes, baby. You bit your lip. You: i miss that You: come over jake pls :( For a moment, there was nothing. Then— Jake: I'll be there at 2. A knock on your door woke you from where you had been lying on the couch. You groaned, pushing yourself up. Your whole world was spinning. Still, somehow, you managed to walk to the door. When you opened it, there he was. Jake. Standing right in front of you. He was wearing his favorite hoodie—the one you used to steal from his closet whenever you slept over. His hair was slightly messy, and his face... God. You had missed his face. "Jake," you breathed. That was all it took. You threw your arms around him. Jake caught you immediately, his arms wrapping around your waist as if his body remembered exactly how to hold you. You buried your face against his chest. "You came," you mumbled. His hand slowly rubbed your back. "Of course I came." You tightened your arms around him. "I missed you." "I know, baby." Your heart squeezed painfully. He still called you baby. "Let's go inside," he said softly. You nodded, and he guided you back into your apartment, his hand intertwined with yours the entire time. Even drunk, you noticed it. He hadn't let go. The next morning, you woke up with a terrible headache. You groaned and covered your face with the blanket. "Good morning, sleepyhead." Your eyes flew open. Jake was sitting on the edge of your bed. For a second, you just stared at him. Then the memories from last night slowly came back. The texts. Him coming over. You hugging him. "Oh my God." Jake laughed softly. "That bad, huh?" You pulled the blanket over your face. "Please tell me I didn't embarrass myself." "Well," Jake said, clearly enjoying this. "You told me you missed me approximately seventeen times." You slowly lowered the blanket. "I did not." "You did." "Oh my God." "And you asked me to kiss you." Your eyes widened. "I did not!" Jake raised an eyebrow. "You definitely did." You groaned and covered your face again. Jake laughed, gently pulling the blanket away. "Hey." His voice had changed. Softer. More serious. You looked at him. He was holding a glass of water in one hand. "You should drink this first." You sat up and took it from him. "Thanks." "There's breakfast outside too." #jake #simjaeyun #jakeenhypen #enhypen

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