WEIRDOO

The story follows a young, ambitious singer who is desperate for fame but doesn’t know how to get there. She’s been struggling in the shadows, overlooked and stuck in a life she can't escape. When she crosses paths with a ruthless mafia leader who offers her an easy way out, she doesn’t hesitate. His proposition? Steal from her parents to fund her dream, and in return, he’ll help her climb the ladder to superstardom. She does it, and true to his word, he helps her secure her place at the top.

But there’s a catch: he falls in love with her. She doesn’t feel the same way—he’s just a means to an end, someone too blinded by his own obsession with her to see the truth. He proposes, and she says yes—not out of love, but because his power guarantees her safety, wealth, and influence. The marriage is a business deal, and she uses him like a puppet, playing the role of a dutiful wife while secretly pursuing her own desires.

Years pass, and she becomes an untouchable icon. The number one singer, adored by millions, with a perfect life on the surface—fans worship her, and she has a boyfriend, but he means nothing. He's just a cover to keep people from knowing the truth: she’s married to a mafia kingpin. She’s cold, calculating, and ruthless. Money and power are her only true loves. She’s addicted to the thrill of her success, to the high of drugs and the feeling of being untouchable. She’ll do anything to keep it all.

But what she doesn’t know is that someone’s been watching her all along. A private detective, hired by someone from her past, has been following her every move. He knows about her theft, her dark dealings, and the lies she’s living. He’s been gathering evidence, waiting for the right moment to expose her.

As the story unfolds, the detective closes in on her, and she starts to feel the weight of her actions. Her perfect life begins to unravel as cracks start to appear in her empire of lies. The mafia husband she used to climb the ladder begins to show signs of losing control, and her relationship with him grows more toxic. She’s no longer sure if the man she’s married to is the one who’s protecting her or the one who might destroy everything she’s built.

Her addiction to money, fame, and power continues to grow, but so does the threat of exposure. The detective, having gathered enough evidence, is closing in. He knows she’s dangerous, and the more he uncovers about her, the more he realizes she’s willing to do whatever it takes to protect her empire, no matter who she destroys in the process.

The climax could reveal her slowly starting to lose control over her own life. As the detective prepares to confront her, she’ll have to make a choice: fight to keep her empire intact and risk everything, or come clean and face the consequences of her actions. Will the mafia kingpin still protect her, or will he finally turn on her when the truth comes to light? And in the end, will she learn that the cost of fame and power is higher than she ever imagined?

As the detective continues his covert investigation into the singer's life, he begins to observe more than just her criminal behavior. At first, he sees her as nothing more than a target, a person to be exposed for her actions. He’s hired by her parents, who want their money back and justice for what she’s done. But as the days go by, something unexpected happens—he starts to notice the little things that no one else sees.

It starts with the way she moves, the flicker of vulnerability in her eyes when she thinks no one is watching. He notices how, despite her cold exterior, she sometimes pauses before a performance, a moment of quiet hesitation where she seems like a lost girl rather than a star. He catches the way she tenses when a fan gets too close, or how she quickly hides her face in public, always careful to keep up her image. She’s guarded, always putting on a perfect façade, yet there's a sadness behind her smile, a loneliness that even her fame can’t fill.

But it’s more than just these small gestures. The detective sees the subtle kindnesses she shows to those she doesn’t have to—like when she quietly donates to a charity or the rare moments she lets her guard down with her few trusted people. He sees her addiction, her need for control, but he also sees her desperation. It’s as if she’s trapped in her own life, unable to escape the monster she’s become. She’s a prisoner of her fame, and despite all the power, wealth, and attention she has, she seems hollow.

There’s a moment that shakes him to the core—he’s following her one night, watching from a distance as she’s at a private gathering. He sees her laugh with her friends, a genuine laugh, and for the first time, the detective wonders: Is there anyone in her life who sees her for who she really is? In that moment, it dawns on him that maybe she’s not just a criminal, not just a cold, calculated person, but someone who’s been broken by the very system that made her successful.

He starts to empathize with her, maybe even pity her. The more he observes, the more he feels like he’s falling for the person he was supposed to expose. Her mask begins to slip, and he realizes that her evil might just be a consequence of a life she never really chose, of a need to survive in a world that doesn’t care about the cost of success.

Then, the twist deepens: the detective’s connection to her parents isn’t just professional—he’s a long-lost relative. Her parents, desperate to get their money back, knew he was the only one who could get close to her without her realizing his true intentions. His heart is torn. He wasn’t just hired to expose her; he was brought in because he’s connected to the very people she betrayed.

As the investigation goes deeper, so does his struggle. He can’t help but feel sympathy for her, and the line between right and wrong becomes blurred. He finds himself questioning his own motives—should he finish what he started and bring her down, or does she deserve a chance to redeem herself?

Her life starts to spiral in ways he hadn’t expected. Her mafia husband, who’s become increasingly paranoid, begins to notice the detective’s presence. In a moment of weakness, she confides in him, not knowing he’s the one who’s been following her. She tells him the truth about the man she married—the lies, the manipulation, the cost of it all. The detective is now caught between loyalty to his family, his growing feelings for her, and the realization that exposing her might destroy her completely.

In the end, he makes a decision. Instead of taking her down, he goes to her with a choice. He can expose her—destroy everything she’s built—or help her escape, but only if she’s willing to change. She’s at a crossroads too. Her addiction, her obsession with fame and money, has pushed everyone away, and now she’s left with nothing but the twisted life she’s built.

But the question remains: Can she change?

The memory of that fight replayed in Jeongin’s mind, vivid and unrelenting. You were standing by his door, fists clenched, tears pooling in your eyes as you tried to keep your voice steady.

“Why don’t you ever have time for me?” you demanded, voice breaking as you looked at him with a mix of anger and hurt. “It’s like… it’s like I don’t even exist to you anymore.”

Jeongin’s jaw clenched, frustration bubbling up. He was already dealing with so much, and this felt like another weight he couldn’t carry. “Maybe if you didn’t need me all the time, I’d have room to breathe!” he snapped back, not fully realizing the impact his words would have.

You flinched, pain flashing across your face, but you didn’t back down. “Need you? I thought you cared. But maybe I was wrong.” The air grew thick with words unspoken, emotions simmering just beneath the surface.

In a moment of impulse, he turned away from you, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “Maybe you were,” he muttered coldly, the words slipping out before he could stop them. And with that, you stormed out, slamming the door behind you, leaving him in silence.

Now, standing alone in the hospital, Jeongin’s chest tightened as he remembered that last look on your face, the heartbreak in your eyes. He wished he’d followed you, wished he’d swallowed his pride and called you back. The regret gnawed at him, a hollow ache as he stared at you lying motionless on the hospital bed, tubes and machines surrounding you.

The anger and frustration from that night felt so far away now, replaced only by the crushing weight of fear and remorse. He reached for your hand, holding it gently, hoping that somehow, some part of you could feel him there. His voice was barely a whisper, raw with emotion as he spoke. “I’m sorry… please, just come back.” -- The room was silent except for the steady beep of the monitor, counting each heartbeat as if it could somehow reassure Jeongin that you were still here with him. He sat down beside the bed, eyes locked on your face, looking for any sign that you might wake up, that this nightmare might end.

As he held your hand, memories of happier moments flooded his mind—the laughter, the late-night talks, the way your smile could make everything feel okay. Each memory hit him like a wave, a bittersweet reminder of what he stood to lose.

He leaned closer, his voice barely above a whisper. “Remember that time we got lost at the beach and ended up talking until sunrise?” He chuckled softly, though there was no joy in it. “You thought it was the end of the world, and I told you I’d always find you.” His thumb brushed over your knuckles, the silence amplifying his every word. “I wish I’d kept that promise. I wish I’d been there before this happened.”

Hours passed as he stayed by your side, refusing to leave, even as nurses came and went, checking the machines and adjusting the lights. At one point, he felt himself drift off, his exhaustion finally catching up to him. He dreamed of you, standing under the moonlight, looking at him with that same soft expression he missed so much. But when he reached out, you faded away, leaving him in the dark.

He woke with a start, heart pounding, the fear fresh and raw as he glanced at you, hoping against hope that he’d open his eyes to see yours looking back. But you were still there, eyes closed, locked away in a place he couldn’t reach.

Jeongin’s heart ached as he bent closer, his voice trembling. “Please… I’m sorry. I was an idiot. Just give me one more chance to make things right.” He felt the familiar sting of tears but didn’t wipe them away. They fell silently onto the bed, a testament to the weight of the words he’d left unsaid, words he hoped you could somehow feel in this quiet room, under the glow of the cold, indifferent moonlight.

Suddenly, he felt a faint squeeze—a slight, barely noticeable pressure on his hand. His breath caught, eyes wide as he looked down at your hand in his. “Y/N?” he whispered, heart racing, clinging to that tiny spark of hope. He held his breath, waiting, praying for another sign that you were still with him.

Jeongin’s heart raced as he stared at your hand, still gripping it as if afraid to let go. He thought he’d imagined it—the faint squeeze, a tiny signal from a world away. But then, he saw it again: the slightest twitch of your fingers against his.

“Y/N… can you hear me?” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. He watched your face closely, desperately searching for any sign of recognition, a flicker of movement beneath your eyelids, anything to tell him you were coming back to him.

Minutes stretched, feeling like hours, but then he saw it—a faint, almost imperceptible flutter of your eyelids. His breath hitched as he held back a sob, hope and relief flooding his chest. “That’s it, just keep going,” he murmured softly, his thumb tracing gentle circles on the back of your hand. “I’m right here, okay? I’m not going anywhere.”

Slowly, your eyes opened, dazed and unfocused, but alive. You blinked, adjusting to the sterile light, your gaze drifting until it landed on him. Your lips parted, trying to speak, though no words came out, and Jeongin quickly leaned closer, tears glistening in his eyes. “Hey… it’s okay, don’t try to talk yet. You’re safe. I’m here.”

You looked up at him, confusion and exhaustion clouding your expression. But even in your fragile state, there was recognition—an unspoken understanding between the two of you. He could see the faint memory of your fight in your eyes, a shadow of the pain you’d both felt. But in that moment, none of it mattered.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispered, his voice cracking. “I should’ve been there for you. I should’ve been better. I was scared… scared of how much you meant to me, scared I couldn’t be enough for you.” His hand tightened around yours, his gaze locked on you, pleading. “But none of that matters now. I just… I just need you to stay. Please.”

A small, weary smile tugged at the corner of your lips as you managed a faint squeeze of his hand. The fight, the anger, the things left unsaid—they were still there, but they were softened now, blurred by the raw reality of what you both had nearly lost.

With all the strength you could muster, you whispered back, voice weak but laced with forgiveness, “I’m not going anywhere, Jeongin.”

He exhaled, relief flooding over him as he rested his forehead against your hand, his own shoulders shaking as he let himself feel everything he’d been holding back. In the silence that followed, under the cold glow of moonlight spilling into the room, he made a silent promise to you, to himself—to never take another moment for granted.

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The dinner had been tense from the start. You’d planned for a quiet evening, something simple to ease the weight that had been building between you two lately. But somehow, it had all gone wrong.

Now, back in your apartment, Jeongin was pacing, running a hand through his hair, his eyes dark with frustration. The air between you felt thick and charged, like a storm that was ready to break.

“I can’t believe you, you know that?” he said, finally stopping to look at you. His voice was low, almost a whisper, but laced with hurt. “I sat there, right next to you, and it was like I wasn’t even there.”

You felt a pang in your chest, his words hitting harder than you expected. “What are you talking about? I was with you the whole time. I didn’t do anything wrong.”

He let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head. “You really don’t get it, do you?” His voice grew sharper, more pointed. “The way you were smiling at him, laughing at his jokes like… like I wasn’t even there. Do you know what that felt like?”

Your stomach dropped as the memory came back. The waiter had been overly friendly, maybe even a little flirtatious, but you hadn’t thought much of it. You were just trying to be polite, to keep things light.

“I wasn’t flirting with him, Jeongin,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady. “He was the one flirting with me. I just… I didn’t want to be rude.”

“Rude?” he repeated, his voice rising. “So what, you’re just going to let every guy flirt with you because you don’t want to ‘be rude’? What about me? Do you even think about how it makes me feel?”

His words hit like a punch, sharp and painful. You opened your mouth to defend yourself, to tell him how ridiculous he was being, but something stopped you. His hurt was real, raw, and it stung to know that you’d caused it, even unintentionally.

“Jeongin, I—” you started, but he cut you off.

“You just want everyone’s attention, don’t you? It’s like… like I’m not enough for you.” His voice cracked on the last word, and you could see the vulnerability there, the fear that he wasn’t enough.

The accusation stung, the weight of his words pressing down on you. “That’s not fair,” you whispered, barely able to hold his gaze. “You know that’s not true.”

“Do I?” he shot back, his face full of pain, his voice quieter now but filled with hurt. “Because sometimes, it feels like I’m just… just a placeholder. Like you’re always looking for someone else’s attention.”

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, but you forced yourself to hold them back. You were tired—tired of this argument, tired of him thinking you cared about anyone else but him.

“Jeongin, you give me feelings I can’t even put into words,” you said, your voice trembling. “I don’t want the world’s attention. Yours is enough. But I didn’t realize… I didn’t realize I was hurting you like this.”

For a moment, he was silent, his shoulders slumping as the fight seemed to drain out of him. He looked down, running a hand over his face, as if he was struggling to hold himself together. “I just… I don’t want to lose you,” he said quietly, his voice barely audible. “But I can’t… I can’t feel like I’m competing for you every time we’re around other people.”

You stepped closer, reaching out to touch his arm, and he didn’t pull away. “I’m sorry,” you whispered, feeling the weight of your own mistakes settle over you. “I never wanted you to feel that way. I’m here, with you. That’s all I want.”

Slowly, he looked up at you, his eyes softer now, the anger and hurt replaced by something more fragile. “You really mean that?”

You nodded, feeling the tears finally slip down your cheeks. “I’m so sorry, Jeongin. You’re the only one I want. You’re all I need.”

He let out a shaky breath, pulling you into his arms, holding you close like he was afraid to let go. And in that moment, you knew that whatever mistakes you’d made, whatever hurt you’d caused, you’d both fight to make it right—together.

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- I hope yall like it! If there's anything yall want me to write about feel free!

You tug at Jeongin’s sleeve for the fifth time, pointing out yet another random thing: a bird, a funny-shaped cloud, a neon sign. He laughs under his breath, giving you the gentle smile he reserves just for you.

“I don’t know why you’re so entertained by everything,” he teases, ruffling your hair.

“Maybe because I’ve got you by my side!” you say, grinning as you latch onto his arm. He laughs again, his eyes crinkling in that soft way that makes your heart flutter.

“Oh, so it’s my fault now?” Jeongin says, pretending to be offended, but his eyes are shining with amusement.

You pout, frowning slightly. “You love it, though.”

With a quiet chuckle, he slips his fingers between yours, his grip warm and steady. “You’re right. I do.”

It’s little moments like this where your clumsiness or your constant chattering doesn’t feel like “too much” with him. It’s just the right amount for Jeongin. As you both stroll down the street, you trip on absolutely nothing, as usual. He catches you in one swift move, shaking his head with a smirk.

“How are you so clumsy? Like, it’s impressive at this point.” He grins, brushing your hair back gently. “I should wrap you in bubble wrap or something.”

“Wouldn’t that just make me more annoying?”

He pauses for a second, pretending to think it over. “Yeah, maybe. But it wouldn’t be so bad. No one loves you like I do, anyway.”

You blink up at him, cheeks warm from his words. But before you can respond, he just keeps walking, still holding onto your hand as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“Come on, Clumsy. Let’s see what else you can trip over today,” he says, his voice soft, his smile even softer.

And as you laugh and cling to him even more, you know that, somehow, he really does love you for exactly who you are.

Bf!Jake - Playful Flirter

Jake would bring a fun and cheeky side to the relationship, keeping things lighthearted with his playful flirting. He’d throw in unexpected compliments and cute lines that make you blush and giggle, all while keeping things fun. He’d probably even joke around about how you’re “lucky to have him,” making it impossible to tell if he’s serious or just being charming.

Bf!Jake - Emotional Rock

Whenever life gets tough, Jake would be there for you, ready to listen and provide a shoulder to lean on. He’d be the type of boyfriend who makes sure you don’t go through hard times alone, always willing to be there for deep conversations, comforting hugs, or whatever you need. His calm, steady presence would make you feel safe no matter what.

Bf!Jake - Low-Key Romantic

Jake would surprise you with his little romantic gestures that catch you off guard. He’d leave cute sticky notes on your mirror, send texts telling you he’s thinking about you, or show up with your favorite treat. He loves seeing your reaction to these unexpected acts of love, even if they’re small.

Bf!Jake - Late-Night Text Buddy

If you’re both night owls, Jake would happily stay up chatting with you until the early morning hours. He’s the type to text you things like, “Are you still awake?” or send cute memes at 2 AM just to make you smile. Those late-night conversations would be when you both share your dreams, silly stories, and everything in between.

Bf!Jake - Supportive Partner in Crime

Jake would love doing things together, no matter how random or silly they are. He’d be the boyfriend to join you in baking late at night, attempting DIY projects, or even helping you with work or school stuff just to spend more time with you. Whatever you’re up to, Jake’s right there with you, turning every task into a memorable moment.

Bf!Jake - Thoughtful Reassurer

If you ever feel insecure or have doubts, Jake would be quick to reassure you. He’d remind you of all the reasons he loves you and make sure you feel valued and appreciated. His calm and comforting words would ease your worries, and he’d remind you to trust in yourself and in your relationship.

Bf!Jake - Quietly Protective

Jake may not be loud about it, but he'd definitely keep an eye out to make sure you’re safe. He’d quietly make sure you're comfortable in new places or with new people, and he’d be the first to check in if he notices you’re feeling off. He’s protective in a subtle way that lets you feel cared for without being overbearing.

Bf!Jake - Forever Best Friend

Above all, Jake would be like your best friend, who you can laugh and be silly with, but also confide in about anything. He’d make you feel that he’s there for the long haul, committed to being both a friend and a partner who supports you through all of life’s ups and downs.

Bf!Jake - Sweetly Attentive

Jake would be the type of boyfriend who pays attention to all the little things. He remembers your favorite coffee order, notices when you've had a rough day, and shows up with a small surprise just to make you smile. He’s the boyfriend who brings extra layers when it's cold outside and insists on holding your hand whenever you're out together.

Bf!Jake - Cheerful Supporter

Jake would be your biggest cheerleader. He's always there to hype you up, whether it's for a big presentation at work, a personal project, or just because you’re wearing an outfit you love. He'd remind you of your strengths, sending cute texts right before important moments to give you confidence.

Bf!Jake - Playful Tease

He’d bring a playful vibe to the relationship, teasing you in a way that's light-hearted and endearing. He's the boyfriend who'd poke fun at how you always steal his hoodies, only to offer you another one when he catches you shivering. He keeps things fun, with a mix of small pranks and inside jokes just for the two of you.

Bf!Jake - Heartfelt Listener

Jake would always be there to listen, really listen, to what you’re saying. He’d sit with you for hours, talking about anything and everything, and you’d feel like he genuinely wants to understand your thoughts and feelings. His empathy would be one of his strongest traits, and he'd give advice that shows he’s really thought about what you need.

Bf!Jake - Romantic Planner

Expect cozy dates and thoughtful gestures with Jake. He’d plan late-night drives, stargazing sessions, or a surprise dinner. He makes moments feel meaningful, whether it’s a grand plan or just a simple night in with a movie and snacks. And you can bet he’d always be down for a slow dance, no music needed.

Bf!Jake - Sweet Talker

Jake's words would make you feel on top of the world. He’s the type to randomly text you sweet things he’s been thinking about all day. He'd make you blush with subtle compliments or messages saying how much he misses you, or cute nicknames that are unique to you two. His words feel genuine, always hitting the right note between charming and sincere.

Bf!Jake - Protective Guardian

Jake would have this instinct to make sure you're always safe and comfortable. Whether it’s walking on the outer side of the sidewalk, carrying your bags, or holding you close in a crowded place, he’d want you to feel secure and loved. He’s not overly protective, but you'd know he’d be there if anything went wrong.

Bf!Jake - Thoughtful Gift Giver

Jake would have a knack for gifting. He’d remember little things you said in passing and surprise you with thoughtful gifts that show he truly listens. It could be a favorite snack you mentioned ages ago, a book by your favorite author, or something sentimental like a scrapbook of your memories together. His gifts are never about the price tag; they're about making you feel cherished. (He will buy you expensive stuff as well that's for sure😃!)

Bf!Jake - Adventurous Date Partner

Jake would be the boyfriend who's always ready to try something new with you, from a spontaneous road trip to new places, to fun activities like painting or cooking classes. He’d encourage you to step out of your comfort zone and have fun, creating memories you’d both laugh about for years. His energy would make you feel safe enough to let loose.

Bf!Jake - Low-Key Cuddler

Although he’s a bit shy about it, Jake would be a total cuddler. He’d love holding you close, whether it's on a lazy Sunday morning or a chilly evening. You might catch him pulling you in for an extra hug or getting lost in the moment, just basking in your presence. He’s the type to enjoy a movie night with you curled up against him, feeling grateful for each other’s warmth. (Ofc yall gonna have a make out session while watching the movie😉)

Bf!Jake - Deeply Loyal Partner

Jake would value loyalty and honesty in a relationship above everything. He’s the boyfriend who’s completely committed, making sure you never doubt his feelings. He'd put in effort to make you feel secure and trusted, making sure that his actions match his words. His loyalty means he wouldn’t give up on the relationship easily, always ready to work things out together.

Bf!Jake - Secret Softie

Though he might seem chill or playful on the outside, Jake would have a deep, soft side he only shows you. When it’s just the two of you, he’d open up about his dreams, fears, and everything close to his heart. He’d show a vulnerable side, making you feel like he trusts you in ways he doesn’t trust anyone else.

- I could write about it all day😭 I hope yall like it!❤❤

The theater is almost silent, only a few others scattered around, but it feels like you and Jake are in your own world. His arm rests over your shoulders, pulling you close. The movie has been playing for a while now, and although you try to focus, you’re too aware of him beside you, his warm presence and the way his thumb gently brushes your shoulder.

Then, on the screen, the two main characters exchange a glance—an unmistakable, lingering gaze—and you know what’s coming next. The characters in the movie kiss, slow and intense, the kind that makes everything else disappear.

You feel Jake shift beside you, his fingers freezing for a moment, and you sense his gaze on you. You turn toward him, heart pounding, cheeks already flushed. His eyes drop to your lips, lingering, like he’s thinking about it, feeling the same pull you do. The light from the screen reflects in his eyes, making them look even softer, and he leans in, hesitating just a breath away.

"Is this okay?" he whispers, his voice barely audible, close enough that you can feel the warmth of his breath.

You nod, almost forgetting to breathe, feeling like every second is stretched out, heavy with anticipation. Jake’s hand lifts to gently cup your cheek, his touch featherlight but grounding, as his lips meet yours. It’s a soft kiss at first, gentle and cautious, like he’s savoring every detail, like he’s afraid to break the spell. His thumb grazes your cheek, and you feel the warmth of his fingers, his steady presence grounding you.

But as you sink into it, as you respond to him, the kiss deepens, turning into something more raw, more real. His hand slips behind your neck, pulling you closer as if he can’t quite get enough. You lose yourself in the feeling of his lips moving with yours, his gentle yet insistent hold, the way he tastes faintly like popcorn and warmth.

The movie keeps playing in the background, but you’re completely oblivious to it now. All you can focus on is Jake, the way his hand cradles your face, the way his other arm tightens around your shoulder, as if he never wants to let you go. The kiss is intense, raw, as if you’re both pouring every unspoken feeling into it, all the words you haven’t said yet.

When he finally pulls back, just a little, his forehead rests against yours, his breathing unsteady, eyes still closed as he smiles, almost like he’s a bit overwhelmed too. You both stay there, caught up in the magic of the moment, not saying a word, just letting the silence and the warmth between you linger.

"Guess the movie isn’t the only thing I’m falling for tonight," he murmurs, his thumb tracing slow circles on your cheek.

You let out a quiet laugh, feeling the exact same, your fingers still tangled gently in his hair as you whisper, "Maybe we should come to the movies more often." He chuckles, and for a moment, everything just fades away, and it’s just you and him, holding onto a memory that feels like it’s yours forever.

:sorry if it's short!! And ikk there's gonna be a lot of post but because I've been working on them for long so I thought why not post them? Anyways- I hope yall like it and I take req so feel free.❤❤

The night feels alive, but in here, it’s just you and Jake, tucked away in the quiet glow of the café. You’re nervous, hands wrapped around your mug for comfort, even as you feel his eyes on you. Jake leans forward, elbows on the table, that familiar smirk just on the edge of his lips. He doesn’t say anything right away, just watches you with this look, like he’s trying to soak up every piece of you.

"Five months, huh?" he says, his voice low and steady, almost like he’s talking just to himself.

You laugh, a little breathless. "Feels like way longer, doesn’t it?" You feel exposed, like he can read everything in your eyes, but with him, it’s okay. You trust him with the parts of yourself you keep hidden from everyone else.

He looks down, his fingers tapping lightly on the edge of his mug, and you notice the faint blush on his cheeks. "It’s crazy, really," he murmurs. "I don’t usually… open up like this. But with you, I don’t know, it’s different. You make it feel so… easy."

Your heart pounds, and you feel this urge to reach across the table, to hold his hand, to feel something real in this surreal moment. "You don’t know how happy it makes me, Jake," you say, voice barely above a whisper. "Just… being here with you. It’s everything."

He looks up, and there’s a raw vulnerability in his eyes that hits you like a wave. "You’re all I think about," he confesses, his voice shaky but honest. "Even when we’re not together… you’re there, in my mind, in everything I do."

You bite your lip, trying to keep the emotions from spilling over. "I never thought I’d meet someone who could make me feel like this," you admit. "Like I’m safe and scared at the same time. Like I don’t want to let go."

Jake shifts, moving his hand closer, until his fingers brush yours. The contact is soft, tentative, but electric. "You mean everything to me," he says, and there’s no hiding the rawness in his voice. "I can’t explain it. I just… I want you. All of you."

You feel a tear slip down your cheek, and he reaches out, brushing it away with his thumb, his touch gentle, lingering. "Don’t cry," he murmurs, a soft smile tugging at his lips. "I’m here. I’m not going anywhere."

"Promise me?" you ask, your voice breaking just a little.

His hand finds yours, fingers lacing together, and he squeezes tightly. "I promise," he says, leaning in, his eyes locked onto yours, filled with a sincerity that makes your heart ache. "I want you. Only you."

And in that moment, you know it’s real, that this connection, this feeling, is more than just a fleeting spark. It’s something raw, something deep, something that’s changed you forever.