pov: “please don’t leave me,” jake pleaded. it was the first time he’d ever begged you for anything, and you couldn’t help smiling, even though you felt terrible. “i’m leaving the company, not you,” you said, continuing to pack your things. “i promise i won’t give you too much work anymore.” you laughed softly. “jake, that’s not the problem.” “i’ll stop asking you to get coffee for me.” “you’re literally the ceo. get your own coffee.” “i’ll even learn how to use the coffee machine.” you finally turned to look at him. he was standing beside your desk, looking genuinely distressed. “you’re making this difficult.” “good. maybe you’ll change your mind.” you sighed and reached for the last folder. “i need time for myself, jake. i’ve been working nonstop, and i barely have time to breathe. i want to figure out what i want to do with my life without constantly worrying about deadlines.” he lowered his gaze. “i understand.” but you could tell he didn’t. you’d been working as jake’s assistant for almost two years. somewhere between his ridiculous requests, late-night meetings, and endless complaints about bad coffee, you’d become more than just coworkers. you were his favorite person to annoy—and he was yours. you’d grown close enough that everyone in the office assumed something was going on between you. neither of you had ever confirmed it, though. jake was your boss, and you weren’t sure if the way he treated you meant anything beyond friendship. now, with only one week left before your resignation took effect, you were beginning to realize just how much you’d miss him, too. your final week was miserable. not because of the workload, but because jake had apparently decided that the best way to cope with your departure was to become the grumpiest man alive. on monday, he barely spoke to you. on tuesday, he rejected three meeting proposals without explaining why. by wednesday, even the employees who’d never met him were asking whether the ceo was going through something. “did you two fight?” your coworker whispered. “no.” “did you break up?” “we were never together!” she stared at you. “that’s somehow worse.” you threw a paper ball at her. across the office, jake watched you laugh with your coworkers. his expression softened for a second before he turned back to his computer. you noticed. you always noticed. later that afternoon, you brought him the documents he’d requested. “here you go, boss.” “leave them there.” you placed the folder on his desk, frowning at his cold tone. “are you mad at me?” “no.” “you’ve barely spoken to me all day.” “i’m busy.” you stared at him. “okay.” you turned to leave, but his voice stopped you. “you don’t have to keep checking on me, you know.” you looked over your shoulder. “i wasn’t checking on you. i was asking my boss a question.” “right.” his dismissive response hurt more than it should have. you nodded and walked out. for the rest of the day, you didn’t visit his office again. and jake hated every second of it. friday finally arrived. your last day was only a few days away, and you’d spent the afternoon finishing your remaining tasks. when you clocked out, most of the office was already empty. you were heading toward the parking area when you noticed a familiar figure sitting alone at a nearby bar. jake. his tie was loose, his sleeves were rolled up, and there was a half-empty glass in front of him. you hesitated before approaching. “jake?” he lifted his head. the moment he recognized you, his expression changed. “oh. hi.” you pulled out the chair beside him. “what are you doing here?” “drinking.” “i can see that, genius.” he laughed quietly, then looked down at his glass. “you always call me that.” “because you keep asking stupid questions.” “i’m going to miss that.” your smile faded. for a while, neither of you spoke. you ordered a glass of water and waited until he finally turned toward you. “can i ask you something?” “depends.” (comsec++) #enhypen #enhypenpov #jake #jakeenhypen #fyp - @jayaein_