@jayaein_: pov: “you’re doing it wrong,” jake said once again as he guided your hands. you immediately pulled away. “i’m literally doing it exactly how you taught it.” “no, you’re not.” “yes, i am.” the two of you stared at each other. the tension was immediate and uncomfortable. unfortunately, the entire dance studio noticed. everyone’s attention shifted toward the two of you again. you sighed. then both of you immediately looked away. because neither of you wanted to explain why things were like this. ever since the breakup, this had become your new normal. you were still part of the dance team while jake remained one of the instructors, which meant seeing each other almost every day whether you liked it or not. the breakup itself hadn’t even been dramatic. it just started with a small argument, followed by hurt feelings, then pride, and before either of you realized it, neither of you was willing to take the first step toward fixing things. looking back, you couldn’t even remember who started it. you only remembered how badly it ended. before, jake would patiently stay after practice whenever you struggled with a routine. he’d bring you snacks when rehearsals ran late and make sure you got home safely. before, he’d smile whenever you entered the studio. now? everything felt professional—cold and distant too. what made it worse was how obvious it had become. your teammates noticed. the instructors noticed. even dancers from other groups noticed. whenever jake corrected you, he always sounded harsher than necessary. whenever you answered back, it somehow turned into an argument. at this point, everyone expected at least one disagreement every practice session. then weeks passed, somehow the awkwardness never disappeared. if anything, it only grew worse. especially because your competition was getting closer. which meant longer practices, extra rehearsals, and unfortunately—more time with jake. one evening, almost everyone had already gone home. the large studio that was usually filled with music and chatter felt strangely quiet. you stayed behind to continue practicing your competition routine. jake stayed too. it was because he was helping prepare the team. neither of you wanted to think too hard about why he always stayed whenever you did. for nearly an hour, you repeated the choreography over and over while jake watched. occasionally he’d stop the music and correct a movement. you’d argue about it. eventually your legs began aching from exhaustion. finally, the music stopped. you immediately sat down on the floor. “i’m tired.” “you can rest for five minutes.” you glared at him. “how generous.” jake ignored the comment. which somehow annoyed you even more. the studio fell quiet again. only the faint sound of the air conditioner and your breathing filled the room. you were busy drinking water when jake suddenly spoke. “how’s your new boyfriend?” you nearly choked. “what?” jake remained focused on his phone. too focused. “what boyfriend?” “the guy who keeps picking you up.” it took a second before realization finally hit. your classmate. the one who happened to own a motorcycle. the same classmate who had given you rides home twice because it was raining. that was it. nothing more. you stared at jake for several seconds before everything slowly started making sense. the random irritation. the constant criticism. the strange mood swings whenever that guy happened to be around. suddenly, all of it seemed incredibly obvious. you couldn’t help laughing. jake immediately frowned. “what’s funny?” “you.” “i’m serious.” “so am i.” you crossed your arms. “you’re jealous.” “i’m not.” “you are.” “i’m not.” “you literally brought him up out of nowhere.” jake immediately looked away. and that was all the confirmation you needed. because jake only looked away when he knew he’d been caught. for a moment, neither of you spoke. the silence stretched between you while jake stubbornly avoided eye contact. (comsec++) #enhypen #enhypenpov #jake #jakeenhypen #fyp

dorothea ✧

Open In TikTok:

Region: PH

Friday 28 August 2026 09:29:53 GMT