pov: “okay fine, let’s just do whatever we want then,” that was your last words before deciding to hang up the phone. “if that’s what you want!” he yelled out from the other line. you almost threw your phone. you groaned and covered your face with a pillow. another small thing that turned into a huge fight again. honestly, you couldn’t even remember how it started anymore. something about schedules. something about him being too busy. something about you not answering his messages fast enough. it was stupid. yet somehow both of you were too stubborn to let it go. and now—you weren’t talking. which only made everything worse. because every time your phone lit up, you secretly hoped it was him. and every time it wasn’t, you became more annoyed. days passed. still nothing. which was exactly what you wanted. right?then why did it feel so horrible? one friday night, after staring at your ceiling for nearly an hour, you suddenly sat up. that’s it. if jake wanted space—fine. you’ll take space too. so you got dressed, called your friend, and somehow ended up outside a crowded bar. music blasted through the entrance while people laughed and talked around you. your friend immediately disappeared into the crowd. traitor. you sighed, then walked toward the counter. maybe one drink wouldn’t hurt. you grabbed the glass and lifted it. and before you could take a sip—someone snatched it away. “what the—” you turned around and immediately froze. it was jake. “what are you doing here?” “what are you doing here?” you rolled your eyes. “none of your business.” “it became my business when i saw you walking into a bar looking angry.” “i’m not angry.” “you look furious.” “i’m not.” “you are.” you groaned, then tried grabbing the drink back. unfortunately—jake was taller. which was unfair. “give it back.” “no.” “jake.” “no.” “i paid for that.” “i’ll buy you ten.” before you could argue again, jake grabbed your wrist gently. then started pulling you away. “what are you doing?” “leaving.” “i’m not leaving.” “you are.” “jake!” five minutes later—you were sitting in the passenger seat of his car. arms crossed, furious. meanwhile, jake looked equally annoyed. which honestly impressed you. because he was the one who dragged you out. “say something.” “no.” “you’re still mad.” “no.” “you’re lying.” you stared outside the window childishly. which somehow made jake laugh. the audacity. “you know what’s funny?” he started. “what?” “you always do that.” “do what?” “pretend you’re not upset.” you immediately looked at him. “because i’m not.” “there it is again.” you wanted to throw something at him preferably his own car. instead, you sighed long. because honestly—you missed him. the silence inside the car suddenly felt different. less angry and more tired. eventually, jake spoke first, softly this time. “i’m sorry.” you froze. “what?” “i’m sorry.” you stared. because jake rarely apologized first. “i shouldn’t have yelled.” your heart immediately softened. you looked down, then sighed. “i shouldn’t have hung up.” silence followed.mthe kind neither of you had felt all week. jake leaned back against his seat, then laughed quietly. “you know.” “what?” “i hated not talking to you.” you looked away immediately.mbecause unfortunately—you felt the exact same thing. after a moment, jake reached over. then carefully intertwined his fingers with yours. like he wasn’t completely sure you’d let him. you looked at your hands, then at him. then back at your hands. “you still annoy me.” “i know.” “a lot.” “i know.” “the most.” jake laughed, then squeezed your hand. “i know.” for the first time all week—you smiled. and somehow, that was enough. because the next thing you knew, jake was smiling too. the same smile that made you fall for him in the first place. the same smile that somehow still worked every single time. and unfortunately—you still loved him just as much. (comsec++) #enhypen #enhypenpov #jake #jakeenhypen #fyp - @jayaein_