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"What happened to romance and actually being fond of your partner?" and you're still going, but it's clear that Jake's not listening anymore, eyes glued onto the chip as you continue talking passionately about your supposed title as a 'girlfriend'.

In the twenty minutes that the two of you have been sitting there, you've barely touched your food, let alone taken a bite out of it; meanwhile Jake's almost done with his and he's still hungry. It's not fair, it feels like you're doing this on purpose to tease him.

"—akey? Jake? Jaeyun!" he snaps his attention back to you, only to find that you're laughing at him now, giggling over how entranced he looked by that stupid little chip, "…Silly, if you wanted chips you should've just taken some off of my plate," you chide softly and push the plate of chips towards him, your earlier irritation evaporating as you gaze fondly at him.

And to Jake's credit, he does try to protest and push the chips back, because what kind of a boyfriend would he be if he let his girl starve? but you don't let him. Pushing the plate of chips back yet again in his direction, you murmur "…Just eat the damn chips already, I wasn't hungry anyway,"

In the end, Jake still ended up eating the chips and you still talked his ear off, because clearly, you had some extremely intense feelings about being called a 'girlfriend' and weren't about to let them go anytime soon.

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A few weeks later, you were waiting for your cab to arrive, you were going to meet up with a few friends at a local cafe. Jake couldn't come pick you up because he had to run a few errands earlier, but you were sure he'd just meet you at cafe.

You were right.

The second you pushed through the doors of the cafe, your eyes met Jake's, and as you made your way to the table, you saw him getting out of his chair to stand up. One would think he was getting up to greet you. Nope. Instead, he turned towards your group of friends and cleared his throat,

"Hey guys, I just wanted to make an announcement real quick," that gets everybody's attention and they all turn to look at him expectantly, and you can't lie, you're a little curious about what he has to say too.

Noticing everyone's eyes on him, Jake takes a deep breath and starts off, "the person who just walked in through the cafe door, and is making her way to our table now, is extremely special to me, she's the love of my life, my brightest star, the one who gives me hope—" this fool simply starts rambling about you, and as if to make it worse, he just doesn't stop, this nonsense goes on for a full minute and half more, until everyone around the table - including you - is looking at him as though he'd grown a second head.

That is, until it finally clicks.

He remembered. The conversation you guys had weeks ago, when you thought he wasn't even paying attention, he remembered.

And suddenly you're cracking up, full on dissolving into giggles as you clutch his arm for support, wheezing and short on breath. Now the group's looking at both of you as though you've collectively lost your minds. Amazing.

They're all staring dumbly at you both, dazed and confused at what exactly was happening in front of their eyes. Sunoo leans in towards Sunghoon's ear and whispers, still unable to tear his eyes away from the two of you, "…I think we just witnessed the first draft of their wedding vows...?" and Sunghoon just nods mutely, still unable to process fully what the actual fuck was going on in front of him.

After a long, (very) awkward pause, Jungwon finally decides to speak up, "….So, do you mind letting us in on the joke? Or do we just move on from the fact that not even a full two minutes both of you were acting like a bunch of deranged lunatics?" and now you're laughing again, hell, even Jake's chuckling now.

Eventually though, you calm down enough to explain the conversation you two had a while ago. Well, Jake explains it, primarily because if you start speaking on that topic again, you'll never shut up, and also because he would never be able to live it down if his friends found out about The Chip Incident™

After listening to the entire story, Jay exhales a sigh of relief, glad that his two best friends didn't actually need to get checked in to a mental hospital. "No yea, 'cause I fully believed that lover boy over here had finally lost his marbles," Jake simply scoffs in response to him.

And Ni-ki, who'd been suspiciously silent up until now, takes a sip of his iced latte before looking Jake dead in the eye and mutters one word, "Whipped."

Everyone goes dead silent for one small, dangerous moment

Chaos erupts soon after, roaring laughter and arguments fly across the table as Jake desperately tries to defend his dignity, and fails horribly at it.

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Later on though, when everything settles down a bit and conversation flows freely between cups of coffee as everyone relaxes and catches up with what they've all been up to recently, Jake leans down and whispers cheekily into your ear, "You satisfied with your entrance baby?" and you can't help but blush as you recall the moment, your heart swelling with joy and you simply clutch his arm and shoot him a fond smile of your own, "Very."

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"…Riki, we need to talk" your voice is clipped, a brittle edge at the end, jaw set and eyes blank. But he simply waves you off distractedly, too busy fiddling with his phone to dignify you with a proper response

And that does it for you— quiet exasperation transforming into irritation that burns sharply in your chest.

"Riki can you at least look at me?" you snap, patience finally running thin and a sharp bite to your words.

The anger is so sudden, so surprising that Riki actually lets go of his phone and looks up at you - disbelief written all over his face. His expression, for once, a mirror of his thoughts. It made you feel this sort of vindictive pleasure that, finally, he cared; and, in the same breath, managed to make you feel almost remorseful that this is what it had taken to finally, finally get a reaction out of him.

But you couldn't help it, you were tired, exhausted from the constant pushing and pulling, of feeling completely shut out from him.

"Whoa baby…. calm down, I'm right here, I'm listening" he has his hands raised in an attempt to pacify you, still bewildered by your outburst

He takes one small, tentative step towards you but stops immediately after seeing you flinch. You're on edge - because of him; and nothing could have prepared him for that.

You sigh frustratedly, because at this rate, this conversation isn't going to go anywhere and you know that the longer you stand here, the more your resolve is going to crumble.

You've got a hand on your temple, clearly frustrated, and Riki sees that, he can tell that you're seconds away from a breakdown

You decide to just outright say it, get it over with quickly and then you could figure out where to go from there, if only the words would just come to you. By now, you've thought this conversation over multiple times in your head, coming up with every possible scenario and every response he could ever give, and yet, now that the moment is finally here— words fail you.

"…I- this isn't working out Riki." you blurt it out, cringing a little inwardly at the wording. But finally, you've said it. The cat's out of the bag— there's no going back from this;

And Riki, who has been silent up until now, finally speaks up, "…So you want to break up with me." and although his face remains neutral, the muscle in his jaw jumps, as though it physically pains him to even sound the words.

"Wh-no- yes. Yes, I do want to break up with you," you say finally, "because this clearly isn't going anywhere…"

"I mean look at us Riki, " you say desperately, your composed expression falling apart, "when was the last time we properly talked to each other?"

Silence.

You scoff. It's a short, derisive laugh, "…exactly."

He has nothing to say, because it's true, you weren't lying; he himself couldn't remember the last time he actually had a conversation with you, kissed you— hell, he couldn't even remember the last time he looked you properly in the eyes.

Riki tells himself it's just work, that the stress from the long hours just built up, he reasons that it's not really his fault that he had such a demanding job and that, if you were actually a good partner, you would understand that—

"—And you know what the worst part is 'ki?" it's that stupid nickname again, Riki's never liked it before, but you've got tears in your eyes and he can't bring himself to look away.

"…It's that I waited Riki, i waited so long for you to notice, and now," you shrug, this helpless expression of your face, "now I'm tired. I'm tired of waiting around empty candlelit dinners and forgotten anniversaries and cancelled plans because 'something came up last minute'." and you blink rapidly, it takes everything in you to stop the tears from falling, "I tried so hard to make this work Riki, i really, really did."

"And look at us now— we can't even stand being around each other anymore— do you realise how fucking pathetic that is? I can't even bring myself to stay in the same room as you for longer than fifteen minutes Riki!" you cry out, cadence full of hurt and resentment

and you rake your hands through your hair as an excuse to turn away, because what you're about to say next is so shameful that you can't even bring yourself to look him in the eyes—

"—You know when i step out of the house, i don't feel like coming back? When it's time to leave work and drive back home - those 40 minutes are, by far, the worst part of my day? Because then i have to deal with the possibility of coming back to an empty apartment or worse—" your expression is grim when you towards him again, and your voice carries a tone of finality and resignation to it as you speak, "—you sitting there."

And Riki's still standing there, near that damn couch, except his head is swimming and his knees feel weak. He thinks that he should sit down, but can't; not after what you just said. His thoughts are racing at a mile a minute, mind searching through every single memory, scrutinizing every moment, desperately trying to find where it all went wrong. Yet try as hard as he might, it was impossible to pin-point one singular moment that led to this. No petty argument or unresolved tension that could have snowballed into something like this.

There was nothing.

And that was truly the most ironic part in all of this— you hadn't even argued. There was no big fight, no screaming matches and no broken plates. Only an avalanche that came without warning and left Riki buried deep under its icy embrace.

All there was, was silence. That's all there had been— for a very, very long time. And if Riki didn't do something now, that's all there ever would be. And he could never bear to live with that.

So he became defensive instead— because he was trying too, dealing with all your tantrums and mental breakdowns and what else not wasn't easy either, but he stayed didn't he? Never once did he complain that you were asking for too much, that you were doing too much; he took it all in stride, all because he loved you. So why couldn't you do the same?

"… You're insane Yn," he scoffs, "What? you're upset because a missed a date? That I forgot to buy you flowers? O-or that i forgot to call you back?" He shrugs incredulously because truly, you could not have been serious, " Well I'm sorry, I was too busy working to ensure a fucking future for the both of us!" His tone is mocking, patronizing you, as though talking down to a child. Because he's done too; if you really think that you're the only one contributing — then so be it. But he wasn't going to just stand there and watch you tear down the relationship he'd worked so hard to build - all the effort he'd put in, the endless hours he'd slaved away for the sake of your relationship - he wouldn't let you let you.

You look at Riki incredulously, "…Do you hear yourself right now? " you scoff, "I work long hours too Riki- but you don't see me complaining about it every chance i get do you?" you start pacing frantically, eyes blinking rapidly, fighting back tears of frustration, and your hands are curled up in your hair- you feel like ripping it all out. "I-God Riki, why does everything always have to be about you? It's always your efforts and your hard work and how much work you're putting into this relationship—" and you stop right in front of him- looking him dead in the eyes you whisper,

"What about me?" it's a small, morose little whisper, the voice of someone who's been disappointed many, many times over; so much so, that they've now lost all hope.

"What about me Riki? What about the time I gave, the sacrifices I made, the pains that I took? What about them Riki? Do those mean nothing?"

You don't expect a response back, because you know the kind of work you've put into this relationship and even if Riki may not acknowledge it— hell, no one in world might acknowledge it— at least you knew. And maybe that was enough.

"…Then leave." he regrets it as soon as the words leave his mouth; and yet, he's acutely aware that he can't take them back, not after everything that's already happened. But then, a small voice in the back of Riki's mind questions - did he really even want to take them back? Wasn't he tired too?

maybe it was time to admit that this relationship had stretched far beyond its expiration date.

And across him, whatever vulnerability was on your face transforms into this icy, guarded expression and when you speak once more, your voice carries this hard edge to it, "I wasn't planning on staying anyway." and you turn away from, storming back into your room and slam the door loudly.

The night that follows passes fitfully for Riki, he ends up pacing up and down the living room for the better part of the night, trying his very best to cool off from your argument earlier, muttering to himself frustratedly and wringing his hands; besides, there was something else weighing on him too, specifically in the left pocket of his pants. Eventually though, he does fall asleep on the couch, albeit a little uncomfortably, seeing as he was still in his office attire and the couch wasn't nearly long enough to accommodate his lanky frame. Still, he makes it work, curling in on himself as he presses his back flat against the couch.

…It feels like he had only just fallen asleep before he jolts awake to the sound of you wheeling a suitcase across the room. He sits up immediately, now fully awake, all traces of drowsiness vanishing instantly

You notice that Riki's awake and stop walking. You turn fully towards him now, except he avoids your eyes like the plague. You sigh, it's fine, if he wants to be petty, he can be as petty as he wants. That won't stop you though. A brief silence passes over the two of you, neither willing to look at each other.

Eventually, you speak up, "I-uh I've talked to the landlord about the lease and next month onwards you'll probably have to find a roommate," and Riki nods silently, indicating that he's listening to you. He still wouldn't look at you though. You pay no mind to that and keep speaking, "and I'll most likely come around over the weekend to grab the rest of my stuff.."

He finally looks at you and asks, in possibly the gentlest tone you've heard from him in a very, very long time, "..You got a place to stay?" and you nod, "Yep, i signed a new lease a few days ago," Riki hums in response before speaking up again, finally asking the one question whose answer he had been most curious about, "You…you've been planning this for a while now?"

You shrugged noncommittally, looking far more relaxed now than last night, "I mean, yeah. I knew that this was coming and i prepared for it."

Ouch. That hurt.

No matter how much he had convinced himself last night in his fit of rage that it was best if you both parted ways; now with the clarity of morning he realized that he was not quite ready to move on just yet. But you're already standing there, fully dressed and ready to head out and never come back. It's far too late. And there's really nothing he could do now, so instead, he does nothing.

For a long moment you two simply stare at each other in awkward silence, not quite sure what to say - especially after last night. There were so many things you could possibly say to each other, but you don't; instead, you choose silence.

Eventually though, the spell breaks, you're the first one to move. You quickly pull up the handle of your suitcase and give Riki a short wave before you quickly turn around and start walking again. There were so many words you could have said, but you choose none of them; not that it mattered anyway— over the years, you had collected so many unsaid things you might've, at one point, wanted to say to Riki, that one more couldn't possibly hurt

And Riki watches you leave. You're leaving and suddenly time slows down; he watches you walk away and it seems as though everything is moving at half the speed it usually does and his mind is screaming at his body to do something, anything, run after you and catch your wrist, call out to you really, really loudly, anything that could make you stay. But his vision is getting blurry and his chest feels tight and his tongue feels numb. He feels like he's drowning, and you're leaving, he sees your back growing smaller as the door closes gradually, and he wants to reach out but you're leaving. You're leaving and—

the front door shuts with a soft click. You're gone.

The ring still sits heavy in the now crumpled left pocket of his pants.

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"…Riki, we need to talk" your voice is clipped, a brittle edge at the end, jaw set and eyes blank. But he simply waves you off distractedly, too busy fiddling with his phone to dignify you with a proper response

And that does it for you— quiet exasperation transforming into irritation that burns sharply in your chest.

"Riki can you at least look at me?" you snap, patience finally running thin and a sharp bite to your words.

The anger is so sudden, so surprising that Riki actually lets go of his phone and looks up at you - disbelief written all over his face. His expression, for once, a mirror of his thoughts. It made you feel this sort of vindictive pleasure that, finally, he cared; and, in the same breath, managed to make you feel almost remorseful that this is what it had taken to finally, finally get a reaction out of him.

But you couldn't help it, you were tired, exhausted from the constant pushing and pulling, of feeling completely shut out from him.

"Whoa baby…. calm down, I'm right here, I'm listening" he has his hands raised in an attempt to pacify you, still bewildered by your outburst

He takes one small, tentative step towards you but stops immediately after seeing you flinch. You're on edge - because of him; and nothing could have prepared him for that.

You sigh frustratedly, because at this rate, this conversation isn't going to go anywhere and you know that the longer you stand here, the more your resolve is going to crumble.

You've got a hand on your temple, clearly frustrated, and Riki sees that, he can tell that you're seconds away from a breakdown

You decide to just outright say it, get it over with quickly and then you could figure out where to go from there, if only the words would just come to you. By now, you've thought this conversation over multiple times in your head, coming up with every possible scenario and every response he could ever give, and yet, now that the moment is finally here— words fail you.

"…I- this isn't working out Riki." you blurt it out, cringing a little inwardly at the wording. But finally, you've said it. The cat's out of the bag— there's no going back from this;

And Riki, who has been silent up until now, finally speaks up, "…So you want to break up with me." and although his face remains neutral, the muscle in his jaw jumps, as though it physically pains him to even sound the words.

"Wh-no- yes. Yes, I do want to break up with you," you say finally, "because this clearly isn't going anywhere…"

"I mean look at us Riki, " you say desperately, your composed expression falling apart, "when was the last time we properly talked to each other?"

Silence.

You scoff. It's a short, derisive laugh, "…exactly."

He has nothing to say, because it's true, you weren't lying; he himself couldn't remember the last time he actually had a conversation with you, kissed you— hell, he couldn't even remember the last time he looked you properly in the eyes.

Riki tells himself it's just work, that the stress from the long hours just built up, he reasons that it's not really his fault that he had such a demanding job and that, if you were actually a good partner, you would understand that—

"—And you know what the worst part is 'ki?" it's that stupid nickname again, Riki's never liked it before, but you've got tears in your eyes and he can't bring himself to look away.

"…It's that I waited Riki, i waited so long for you to notice, and now," you shrug, this helpless expression of your face, "now I'm tired. I'm tired of waiting around empty candlelit dinners and forgotten anniversaries and cancelled plans because 'something came up last minute'." and you blink rapidly, it takes everything in you to stop the tears from falling, "I tried so hard to make this work Riki, i really, really did."

"And look at us now— we can't even stand being around each other anymore— do you realise how fucking pathetic that is? I can't even bring myself to stay in the same room as you for longer than fifteen minutes Riki!" you cry out, cadence full of hurt and resentment

and you rake your hands through your hair as an excuse to turn away, because what you're about to say next is so shameful that you can't even bring yourself to look him in the eyes—

"—You know when i step out of the house, i don't feel like coming back? When it's time to leave work and drive back home - those 40 minutes are, by far, the worst part of my day? Because then i have to deal with the possibility of coming back to an empty apartment or worse—" your expression is grim when you towards him again, and your voice carries a tone of finality and resignation to it as you speak, "—you sitting there."

And Riki's still standing there, near that damn couch, except his head is swimming and his knees feel weak. He thinks that he should sit down, but can't; not after what you just said. His thoughts are racing at a mile a minute, mind searching through every single memory, scrutinizing every moment, desperately trying to find where it all went wrong. Yet try as hard as he might, it was impossible to pin-point one singular moment that led to this. No petty argument or unresolved tension that could have snowballed into something like this.

There was nothing.

And that was truly the most ironic part in all of this— you hadn't even argued. There was no big fight, no screaming matches and no broken plates. Only an avalanche that came without warning and left Riki buried deep under its icy embrace.

All there was, was silence. That's all there had been— for a very, very long time. And if Riki didn't do something now, that's all there ever would be. And he could never bear to live with that.

So he became defensive instead— because he was trying too, dealing with all your tantrums and mental breakdowns and what else not wasn't easy either, but he stayed didn't he? Never once did he complain that you were asking for too much, that you were doing too much; he took it all in stride, all because he loved you. So why couldn't you do the same?

"… You're insane Yn," he scoffs, "What? you're upset because a missed a date? That I forgot to buy you flowers? O-or that i forgot to call you back?" He shrugs incredulously because truly, you could not have been serious, " Well I'm sorry, I was too busy working to ensure a fucking future for the both of us!" His tone is mocking, patronizing you, as though talking down to a child. Because he's done too; if you really think that you're the only one contributing — then so be it. But he wasn't going to just stand there and watch you tear down the relationship he'd worked so hard to build - all the effort he'd put in, the endless hours he'd slaved away for the sake of your relationship - he wouldn't let you let you.

You look at Riki incredulously, "…Do you hear yourself right now? " you scoff, "I work long hours too Riki- but you don't see me complaining about it every chance i get do you?" you start pacing frantically, eyes blinking rapidly, fighting back tears of frustration, and your hands are curled up in your hair- you feel like ripping it all out. "I-God Riki, why does everything always have to be about you? It's always your efforts and your hard work and how much work you're putting into this relationship—" and you stop right in front of him- looking him dead in the eyes you whisper,

"What about me?" it's a small, morose little whisper, the voice of someone who's been disappointed many, many times over; so much so, that they've now lost all hope.

"What about me Riki? What about the time I gave, the sacrifices I made, the pains that I took? What about them Riki? Do those mean nothing?"

You don't expect a response back, because you know the kind of work you've put into this relationship and even if Riki may not acknowledge it— hell, no one in world might acknowledge it— at least you knew. And maybe that was enough.

"…Then leave." he regrets it as soon as the words leave his mouth; and yet, he's acutely aware that he can't take them back, not after everything that's already happened. But then, a small voice in the back of Riki's mind questions - did he really even want to take them back? Wasn't he tired too?

maybe it was time to admit that this relationship had stretched far beyond its expiration date.

And across him, whatever vulnerability was on your face transforms into this icy, guarded expression and when you speak once more, your voice carries this hard edge to it, "I wasn't planning on staying anyway." and you turn away from, storming back into your room and slam the door loudly.

The night that follows passes fitfully for Riki, he ends up pacing up and down the living room for the better part of the night, trying his very best to cool off from your argument earlier, muttering to himself frustratedly and wringing his hands; besides, there was something else weighing on him too, specifically in the left pocket of his pants. Eventually though, he does fall asleep on the couch, albeit a little uncomfortably, seeing as he was still in his office attire and the couch wasn't nearly long enough to accommodate his lanky frame. Still, he makes it work, curling in on himself as he presses his back flat against the couch.

…It feels like he had only just fallen asleep before he jolts awake to the sound of you wheeling a suitcase across the room. He sits up immediately, now fully awake, all traces of drowsiness vanishing instantly

You notice that Riki's awake and stop walking. You turn fully towards him now, except he avoids your eyes like the plague. You sigh, it's fine, if he wants to be petty, he can be as petty as he wants. That won't stop you though. A brief silence passes over the two of you, neither willing to look at each other.

Eventually, you speak up, "I-uh I've talked to the landlord about the lease and next month onwards you'll probably have to find a roommate," and Riki nods silently, indicating that he's listening to you. He still wouldn't look at you though. You pay no mind to that and keep speaking, "and I'll most likely come around over the weekend to grab the rest of my stuff.."

He finally looks at you and asks, in possibly the gentlest tone you've heard from him in a very, very long time, "..You got a place to stay?" and you nod, "Yep, i signed a new lease a few days ago," Riki hums in response before speaking up again, finally asking the one question whose answer he had been most curious about, "You…you've been planning this for a while now?"

You shrugged noncommittally, looking far more relaxed now than last night, "I mean, yeah. I knew that this was coming and i prepared for it."

Ouch. That hurt.

No matter how much he had convinced himself last night in his fit of rage that it was best if you both parted ways; now with the clarity of morning he realized that he was not quite ready to move on just yet. But you're already standing there, fully dressed and ready to head out and never come back. It's far too late. And there's really nothing he could do now, so instead, he does nothing.

For a long moment you two simply stare at each other in awkward silence, not quite sure what to say - especially after last night. There were so many things you could possibly say to each other, but you don't; instead, you choose silence.

Eventually though, the spell breaks, you're the first one to move. You quickly pull up the handle of your suitcase and give Riki a short wave before you quickly turn around and start walking again. There were so many words you could have said, but you choose none of them; not that it mattered anyway— over the years, you had collected so many unsaid things you might've, at one point, wanted to say to Riki, that one more couldn't possibly hurt

And Riki watches you leave. You're leaving and suddenly time slows down; he watches you walk away and it seems as though everything is moving at half the speed it usually does and his mind is screaming at his body to do something, anything, run after you and catch your wrist, call out to you really, really loudly, anything that could make you stay. But his vision is getting blurry and his chest feels tight and his tongue feels numb. He feels like he's drowning, and you're leaving, he sees your back growing smaller as the door closes gradually, and he wants to reach out but you're leaving. You're leaving and—

the front door shuts with a soft click. You're gone.

The ring still sits heavy in the now crumpled left pocket of his pants.

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"What happened to romance and actually being fond of your partner?" and you're still going, but it's clear that Jake's not listening anymore, eyes glued onto the chip as you continue talking passionately about your supposed title as a 'girlfriend'.

In the twenty minutes that the two of you have been sitting there, you've barely touched your food, let alone taken a bite out of it; meanwhile Jake's almost done with his and he's still hungry. It's not fair, it feels like you're doing this on purpose to tease him.

"—akey? Jake? Jaeyun!" he snaps his attention back to you, only to find that you're laughing at him now, giggling over how entranced he looked by that stupid little chip, "…Silly, if you wanted chips you should've just taken some off of my plate," you chide softly and push the plate of chips towards him, your earlier irritation evaporating as you gaze fondly at him.

And to Jake's credit, he does try to protest and push the chips back, because what kind of a boyfriend would he be if he let his girl starve? but you don't let him. Pushing the plate of chips back yet again in his direction, you murmur "…Just eat the damn chips already, I wasn't hungry anyway,"

In the end, Jake still ended up eating the chips and you still talked his ear off, because clearly, you had some extremely intense feelings about being called a 'girlfriend' and weren't about to let them go anytime soon.

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A few weeks later, you were waiting for your cab to arrive, you were going to meet up with a few friends at a local cafe. Jake couldn't come pick you up because he had to run a few errands earlier, but you were sure he'd just meet you at cafe.

You were right.

The second you pushed through the doors of the cafe, your eyes met Jake's, and as you made your way to the table, you saw him getting out of his chair to stand up. One would think he was getting up to greet you. Nope. Instead, he turned towards your group of friends and cleared his throat,

"Hey guys, I just wanted to make an announcement real quick," that gets everybody's attention and they all turn to look at him expectantly, and you can't lie, you're a little curious about what he has to say too.

Noticing everyone's eyes on him, Jake takes a deep breath and starts off, "the person who just walked in through the cafe door, and is making her way to our table now, is extremely special to me, she's the love of my life, my brightest star, the one who gives me hope—" this fool simply starts rambling about you, and as if to make it worse, he just doesn't stop, this nonsense goes on for a full minute and half more, until everyone around the table - including you - is looking at him as though he'd grown a second head.

That is, until it finally clicks.

He remembered. The conversation you guys had weeks ago, when you thought he wasn't even paying attention, he remembered.

And suddenly you're cracking up, full on dissolving into giggles as you clutch his arm for support, wheezing and short on breath. Now the group's looking at both of you as though you've collectively lost your minds. Amazing.

They're all staring dumbly at you both, dazed and confused at what exactly was happening in front of their eyes. Sunoo leans in towards Sunghoon's ear and whispers, still unable to tear his eyes away from the two of you, "…I think we just witnessed the first draft of their wedding vows...?" and Sunghoon just nods mutely, still unable to process fully what the actual fuck was going on in front of him.

After a long, (very) awkward pause, Jungwon finally decides to speak up, "….So, do you mind letting us in on the joke? Or do we just move on from the fact that not even a full two minutes both of you were acting like a bunch of deranged lunatics?" and now you're laughing again, hell, even Jake's chuckling now.

Eventually though, you calm down enough to explain the conversation you two had a while ago. Well, Jake explains it, primarily because if you start speaking on that topic again, you'll never shut up, and also because he would never be able to live it down if his friends found out about The Chip Incident™

After listening to the entire story, Jay exhales a sigh of relief, glad that his two best friends didn't actually need to get checked in to a mental hospital. "No yea, 'cause I fully believed that lover boy over here had finally lost his marbles," Jake simply scoffs in response to him.

And Ni-ki, who'd been suspiciously silent up until now, takes a sip of his iced latte before looking Jake dead in the eye and mutters one word, "Whipped."

Everyone goes dead silent for one small, dangerous moment

Chaos erupts soon after, roaring laughter and arguments fly across the table as Jake desperately tries to defend his dignity, and fails horribly at it.

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Later on though, when everything settles down a bit and conversation flows freely between cups of coffee as everyone relaxes and catches up with what they've all been up to recently, Jake leans down and whispers cheekily into your ear, "You satisfied with your entrance baby?" and you can't help but blush as you recall the moment, your heart swelling with joy and you simply clutch his arm and shoot him a fond smile of your own, "Very."

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"What happened to romance and actually being fond of your partner?" and you're still going, but it's clear that Jake's not listening anymore, eyes glued onto the chip as you continue talking passionately about your supposed title as a 'girlfriend'.

In the twenty minutes that the two of you have been sitting there, you've barely touched your food, let alone taken a bite out of it; meanwhile Jake's almost done with his and he's still hungry. It's not fair, it feels like you're doing this on purpose to tease him.

"—akey? Jake? Jaeyun!" he snaps his attention back to you, only to find that you're laughing at him now, giggling over how entranced he looked by that stupid little chip, "…Silly, if you wanted chips you should've just taken some off of my plate," you chide softly and push the plate of chips towards him, your earlier irritation evaporating as you gaze fondly at him.

And to Jake's credit, he does try to protest and push the chips back, because what kind of a boyfriend would he be if he let his girl starve? but you don't let him. Pushing the plate of chips back yet again in his direction, you murmur "…Just eat the damn chips already, I wasn't hungry anyway,"

In the end, Jake still ended up eating the chips and you still talked his ear off, because clearly, you had some extremely intense feelings about being called a 'girlfriend' and weren't about to let them go anytime soon.

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A few weeks later, you were waiting for your cab to arrive, you were going to meet up with a few friends at a local cafe. Jake couldn't come pick you up because he had to run a few errands earlier, but you were sure he'd just meet you at cafe.

You were right.

The second you pushed through the doors of the cafe, your eyes met Jake's, and as you made your way to the table, you saw him getting out of his chair to stand up. One would think he was getting up to greet you. Nope. Instead, he turned towards your group of friends and cleared his throat,

"Hey guys, I just wanted to make an announcement real quick," that gets everybody's attention and they all turn to look at him expectantly, and you can't lie, you're a little curious about what he has to say too.

Noticing everyone's eyes on him, Jake takes a deep breath and starts off, "the person who just walked in through the cafe door, and is making her way to our table now, is extremely special to me, she's the love of my life, my brightest star, the one who gives me hope—" this fool simply starts rambling about you, and as if to make it worse, he just doesn't stop, this nonsense goes on for a full minute and half more, until everyone around the table - including you - is looking at him as though he'd grown a second head.

That is, until it finally clicks.

He remembered. The conversation you guys had weeks ago, when you thought he wasn't even paying attention, he remembered.

And suddenly you're cracking up, full on dissolving into giggles as you clutch his arm for support, wheezing and short on breath. Now the group's looking at both of you as though you've collectively lost your minds. Amazing.

They're all staring dumbly at you both, dazed and confused at what exactly was happening in front of their eyes. Sunoo leans in towards Sunghoon's ear and whispers, still unable to tear his eyes away from the two of you, "…I think we just witnessed the first draft of their wedding vows...?" and Sunghoon just nods mutely, still unable to process fully what the actual fuck was going on in front of him.

After a long, (very) awkward pause, Jungwon finally decides to speak up, "….So, do you mind letting us in on the joke? Or do we just move on from the fact that not even a full two minutes both of you were acting like a bunch of deranged lunatics?" and now you're laughing again, hell, even Jake's chuckling now.

Eventually though, you calm down enough to explain the conversation you two had a while ago. Well, Jake explains it, primarily because if you start speaking on that topic again, you'll never shut up, and also because he would never be able to live it down if his friends found out about The Chip Incident™

After listening to the entire story, Jay exhales a sigh of relief, glad that his two best friends didn't actually need to get checked in to a mental hospital. "No yea, 'cause I fully believed that lover boy over here had finally lost his marbles," Jake simply scoffs in response to him.

And Ni-ki, who'd been suspiciously silent up until now, takes a sip of his iced latte before looking Jake dead in the eye and mutters one word, "Whipped."

Everyone goes dead silent for one small, dangerous moment

Chaos erupts soon after, roaring laughter and arguments fly across the table as Jake desperately tries to defend his dignity, and fails horribly at it.

‧˚₊•┈┈┈┈୨୧┈┈┈┈•‧₊˚⊹˚₊‧•┈┈┈┈୨୧┈┈┈┈•₊˚‧

Later on though, when everything settles down a bit and conversation flows freely between cups of coffee as everyone relaxes and catches up with what they've all been up to recently, Jake leans down and whispers cheekily into your ear, "You satisfied with your entrance baby?" and you can't help but blush as you recall the moment, your heart swelling with joy and you simply clutch his arm and shoot him a fond smile of your own, "Very."

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TAGLIST: @kookiesnkim @obamaownssummer

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"What happened to romance and actually being fond of your partner?" and you're still going, but it's clear that Jake's not listening anymore, eyes glued onto the chip as you continue talking passionately about your supposed title as a 'girlfriend'.

In the twenty minutes that the two of you have been sitting there, you've barely touched your food, let alone taken a bite out of it; meanwhile Jake's almost done with his and he's still hungry. It's not fair, it feels like you're doing this on purpose to tease him.

"—akey? Jake? Jaeyun!" he snaps his attention back to you, only to find that you're laughing at him now, giggling over how entranced he looked by that stupid little chip, "…Silly, if you wanted chips you should've just taken some off of my plate," you chide softly and push the plate of chips towards him, your earlier irritation evaporating as you gaze fondly at him.

And to Jake's credit, he does try to protest and push the chips back, because what kind of a boyfriend would he be if he let his girl starve? but you don't let him. Pushing the plate of chips back yet again in his direction, you murmur "…Just eat the damn chips already, I wasn't hungry anyway,"

In the end, Jake still ended up eating the chips and you still talked his ear off, because clearly, you had some extremely intense feelings about being called a 'girlfriend' and weren't about to let them go anytime soon.

‧˚₊•┈┈┈┈୨୧┈┈┈┈•‧₊˚⊹˚₊‧•┈┈┈┈୨୧┈┈┈┈•₊˚‧

A few weeks later, you were waiting for your cab to arrive, you were going to meet up with a few friends at a local cafe. Jake couldn't come pick you up because he had to run a few errands earlier, but you were sure he'd just meet you at cafe.

You were right.

The second you pushed through the doors of the cafe, your eyes met Jake's, and as you made your way to the table, you saw him getting out of his chair to stand up. One would think he was getting up to greet you. Nope. Instead, he turned towards your group of friends and cleared his throat,

"Hey guys, I just wanted to make an announcement real quick," that gets everybody's attention and they all turn to look at him expectantly, and you can't lie, you're a little curious about what he has to say too.

Noticing everyone's eyes on him, Jake takes a deep breath and starts off, "the person who just walked in through the cafe door, and is making her way to our table now, is extremely special to me, she's the love of my life, my brightest star, the one who gives me hope—" this fool simply starts rambling about you, and as if to make it worse, he just doesn't stop, this nonsense goes on for a full minute and half more, until everyone around the table - including you - is looking at him as though he'd grown a second head.

That is, until it finally clicks.

He remembered. The conversation you guys had weeks ago, when you thought he wasn't even paying attention, he remembered.

And suddenly you're cracking up, full on dissolving into giggles as you clutch his arm for support, wheezing and short on breath. Now the group's looking at both of you as though you've collectively lost your minds. Amazing.

They're all staring dumbly at you both, dazed and confused at what exactly was happening in front of their eyes. Sunoo leans in towards Sunghoon's ear and whispers, still unable to tear his eyes away from the two of you, "…I think we just witnessed the first draft of their wedding vows...?" and Sunghoon just nods mutely, still unable to process fully what the actual fuck was going on in front of him.

After a long, (very) awkward pause, Jungwon finally decides to speak up, "….So, do you mind letting us in on the joke? Or do we just move on from the fact that not even a full two minutes both of you were acting like a bunch of deranged lunatics?" and now you're laughing again, hell, even Jake's chuckling now.

Eventually though, you calm down enough to explain the conversation you two had a while ago. Well, Jake explains it, primarily because if you start speaking on that topic again, you'll never shut up, and also because he would never be able to live it down if his friends found out about The Chip Incident™

After listening to the entire story, Jay exhales a sigh of relief, glad that his two best friends didn't actually need to get checked in to a mental hospital. "No yea, 'cause I fully believed that lover boy over here had finally lost his marbles," Jake simply scoffs in response to him.

And Ni-ki, who'd been suspiciously silent up until now, takes a sip of his iced latte before looking Jake dead in the eye and mutters one word, "Whipped."

Everyone goes dead silent for one small, dangerous moment

Chaos erupts soon after, roaring laughter and arguments fly across the table as Jake desperately tries to defend his dignity, and fails horribly at it.

‧˚₊•┈┈┈┈୨୧┈┈┈┈•‧₊˚⊹˚₊‧•┈┈┈┈୨୧┈┈┈┈•₊˚‧

Later on though, when everything settles down a bit and conversation flows freely between cups of coffee as everyone relaxes and catches up with what they've all been up to recently, Jake leans down and whispers cheekily into your ear, "You satisfied with your entrance baby?" and you can't help but blush as you recall the moment, your heart swelling with joy and you simply clutch his arm and shoot him a fond smile of your own, "Very."

Divider Credits! @omi-resources @cursed-carmine

TAGLIST: @kookiesnkim @obamaownssummer

p.s: my taglist is open! 👀👀 (comment on this fic or send an ask to be added 🤗)

"What happened to romance and actually being fond of your partner?" and you're still going, but it's clear that Jake's not listening anymore, eyes glued onto the chip as you continue talking passionately about your supposed title as a 'girlfriend'.

In the twenty minutes that the two of you have been sitting there, you've barely touched your food, let alone taken a bite out of it; meanwhile Jake's almost done with his and he's still hungry. It's not fair, it feels like you're doing this on purpose to tease him.

"—akey? Jake? Jaeyun!" he snaps his attention back to you, only to find that you're laughing at him now, giggling over how entranced he looked by that stupid little chip, "…Silly, if you wanted chips you should've just taken some off of my plate," you chide softly and push the plate of chips towards him, your earlier irritation evaporating as you gaze fondly at him.

And to Jake's credit, he does try to protest and push the chips back, because what kind of a boyfriend would he be if he let his girl starve? but you don't let him. Pushing the plate of chips back yet again in his direction, you murmur "…Just eat the damn chips already, I wasn't hungry anyway,"

In the end, Jake still ended up eating the chips and you still talked his ear off, because clearly, you had some extremely intense feelings about being called a 'girlfriend' and weren't about to let them go anytime soon.

‧˚₊•┈┈┈┈୨୧┈┈┈┈•‧₊˚⊹˚₊‧•┈┈┈┈୨୧┈┈┈┈•₊˚‧

A few weeks later, you were waiting for your cab to arrive, you were going to meet up with a few friends at a local cafe. Jake couldn't come pick you up because he had to run a few errands earlier, but you were sure he'd just meet you at cafe.

You were right.

The second you pushed through the doors of the cafe, your eyes met Jake's, and as you made your way to the table, you saw him getting out of his chair to stand up. One would think he was getting up to greet you. Nope. Instead, he turned towards your group of friends and cleared his throat,

"Hey guys, I just wanted to make an announcement real quick," that gets everybody's attention and they all turn to look at him expectantly, and you can't lie, you're a little curious about what he has to say too.

Noticing everyone's eyes on him, Jake takes a deep breath and starts off, "the person who just walked in through the cafe door, and is making her way to our table now, is extremely special to me, she's the love of my life, my brightest star, the one who gives me hope—" this fool simply starts rambling about you, and as if to make it worse, he just doesn't stop, this nonsense goes on for a full minute and half more, until everyone around the table - including you - is looking at him as though he'd grown a second head.

That is, until it finally clicks.

He remembered. The conversation you guys had weeks ago, when you thought he wasn't even paying attention, he remembered.

And suddenly you're cracking up, full on dissolving into giggles as you clutch his arm for support, wheezing and short on breath. Now the group's looking at both of you as though you've collectively lost your minds. Amazing.

They're all staring dumbly at you both, dazed and confused at what exactly was happening in front of their eyes. Sunoo leans in towards Sunghoon's ear and whispers, still unable to tear his eyes away from the two of you, "…I think we just witnessed the first draft of their wedding vows...?" and Sunghoon just nods mutely, still unable to process fully what the actual fuck was going on in front of him.

After a long, (very) awkward pause, Jungwon finally decides to speak up, "….So, do you mind letting us in on the joke? Or do we just move on from the fact that not even a full two minutes both of you were acting like a bunch of deranged lunatics?" and now you're laughing again, hell, even Jake's chuckling now.

Eventually though, you calm down enough to explain the conversation you two had a while ago. Well, Jake explains it, primarily because if you start speaking on that topic again, you'll never shut up, and also because he would never be able to live it down if his friends found out about The Chip Incident™

After listening to the entire story, Jay exhales a sigh of relief, glad that his two best friends didn't actually need to get checked in to a mental hospital. "No yea, 'cause I fully believed that lover boy over here had finally lost his marbles," Jake simply scoffs in response to him.

And Ni-ki, who'd been suspiciously silent up until now, takes a sip of his iced latte before looking Jake dead in the eye and mutters one word, "Whipped."

Everyone goes dead silent for one small, dangerous moment

Chaos erupts soon after, roaring laughter and arguments fly across the table as Jake desperately tries to defend his dignity, and fails horribly at it.

‧˚₊•┈┈┈┈୨୧┈┈┈┈•‧₊˚⊹˚₊‧•┈┈┈┈୨୧┈┈┈┈•₊˚‧

Later on though, when everything settles down a bit and conversation flows freely between cups of coffee as everyone relaxes and catches up with what they've all been up to recently, Jake leans down and whispers cheekily into your ear, "You satisfied with your entrance baby?" and you can't help but blush as you recall the moment, your heart swelling with joy and you simply clutch his arm and shoot him a fond smile of your own, "Very."

Divider Credits! @omi-resources @cursed-carmine

TAGLIST: @kookiesnkim @obamaownssummer

p.s: my taglist is open! 👀👀 (comment on this fic or send an ask to be added 🤗)