in which… jake is tutoring you but you can’t stop dozing off listening to his voice
;; pairing(s): tutor!jake x f!reader
;; genre: college AU
;; WC: 1.2k
;; this fic contains: ‘___’ instead of yn, intentional lowercase, a reader who embarrasses themselves a lot, and chaos. enjoy!
;; A/N: first fic kinda nervous. super nervous.
you were convinced economics was the worst subject to ever exist. trapped in cycles of inflation, tax policies, and explanations of poverty, you couldn’t help but get dizzy wondering how you were going to pass this godforsaken elective.
your first test scores came back as expected. you’d procrastinated studying until the previous night, and ended up with a modest 52% after pulling the hardest all-nighter of your life. you’d take that as a win. obviously, though, the class highest was a 98% scored by none other than sim jake — a friend of a friend who was unfortunately a bit dreamier than any regular sleep-deprived college student should be.
later that day, you were talking to your friend jungwon when he brought up the test, asking how you had done. you, unabashedly, revealed your 52% score which earned a snort from him.
“what are YOU laughing at? you don’t even take the subject. do you wanna explain dynamic equilibrium for 12 marks or—“
‘calm down, i was asking because jake did good and, being the lovely friend i am, im willing to convince him to tutor you.’
for a moment, it felt like the world had stopped. the deal was amazing — free tutoring, someone you had mutuals with. except for the fact that you had the fattest crush on jake since you’d first laid eyes on him, and that no one other than yourself knew.
‘hello? ___? earth to ___—’
“yeah? yeah, okay sounds good. mhm. i really need help in that subject. thanks. cause. you know. i’m bad at it. economics. and socialising. well, actually that may be debatable because—“
fuck. this was not going how you wanted it to. why were you rambling? ‘calm down,’ you thought to yourself, but maybe your brain processed the message as ’shut down’ and so you just stopped talking.
jungwon raised an eyebrow in suspicion, but nodded and messaged his friend. the call ended before he could get a response, which resulted in you receiving the following message the next day:
+1009143067 [6:52 AM]: hi ___
+1009143067 [6:52 AM]: this is jake
+1009143067 [6:54 AM]: jungwon gave me your number, so i could tutor you for econ?
even the way he typed seemed cute to you. fuck, you were down bad. you typed a message. deleted it. retyped. waited. deleted. typing again, you stared at the final message before clicking send.
you [7:16 AM]: hii!
you [7:18 AM]: tysm for agreeing to do this 🥹
you [7:20 AM]: when can we meet?
jake [8:01 AM]: 7pm, library?
jake [8:03 AM]: do your classes end by then?
your classes ended at 7, but you were willing to run across campus early to reach on time.
you [8:06 AM]: yeah, ill be there!
you [8:06 AM]: thank you again 😄
before you knew it, it was 6:45 PM and you snuck out of your psychology class to reach the library on time. on the way there, you overthought everything. were the jeans and full-sleeved t-shirt too casual for a first meet? did your lip gloss smudge? did you look.. presentable?
in the midst of all your worries, you’d reached your destination. you walked inside at 7:01 PM, looking around at all the students already present and studying. as if on cue, your eyes drifted to where jake was seated as he raised his hand to grab your attention. you speed-walked over to his table, setting your bag down and pulling out your books. after the awkward small talk, you dove straight into studying.
for once, it felt like you were actually understanding something without your brain turning into a wet paper bag. jake’s voice made you want to pay attention, a soft and deep tune that tickled a part of your brain. another problem, though. his voice made you relax a bit too much. your breathing slowed, eyelashes fluttering as you checked your watch for the time. it was already 11:07 PM. jake continued speaking, seemingly oblivious of your state until your head dropped, causing you to jerk up.
“___? are you sleepy?”
this was officially the most embarrassing moment of your life.
“oh, sorry– i didnt realize i would be sleepy this early.” you tried giving him a fun and energetic laugh but it ended up sounding like a tired, almost ‘done-with-life’ giggle.
“no, its okay! it did get pretty late, didn’t it?” you nodded, cheeks flushing, too embarrassed to give him a proper response. what would you say anyway? that his voice felt like warm honey and that you wanted it injected inside your veins?
he slapped his knees, pushing his books into his bag and helping you do the same. it almost felt like this nightmare of a study session would end cleanly and peacefully, but your hands seemed to think otherwise as you dropped your pencil. you bent down to pick it up, but while getting up, slammed your head into the side of the desk.
this day really couldnt get worse, could it?
you quickly shoved all your things into your bag, ignoring jake when he asked if you were okay. you muttered a quick ‘thanks for today..’ and dashed out of the library, leaving jake behind. you HAD to tell jungwon. you know he would make fun of you, but honestly, keeping this secret would be harder if jake got to him first. you pulled your phone out of your pocket, clicking onto the first contact you saw that had the letter ‘j’ in it, furiously typing in your thoughts.
you [11:16 PM]: JUNGWON
you [11:16 PM]: okay listen to me
you [11:17 PM]: his voice is literally SO hot i dont think you understand.
jake [11:18 PM]: ? ___
you [11:18 PM]: ive liked him for the longest time now
you [11:18 PM]: dont make fun of me cause how could i not??
you [11:19 PM]: his voice practically lulled me to sleep. i dont think i can do this.
you paused. why was he taking so long to respond?
jake [11:20 PM]: i mean, im flattered i guess..?
jake [11:20 PM]: you could’ve said this to my face, hmm?
you [11:21 PM]: bro literally shut up ur not cool. cant you focus for once i just revealed my crush to you
jake [11:22 PM]: ___ you might wanna check who you’re texting rn
oh. you royally fucked up, didn’t you?
waking into class the next day felt like torture designed specifically for you. jake had stared at you the moment you stepped in. was leaving him on read the right move? you found a place to sit down in, before spiralling again. well, the opportunity costs were— no. no economics. he’d taught you that yesterday. and yesterday—
you were pulled out of your thoughts by a tap at your desk. turning your head up, you made eye contact with the sim jaeyun you were just thinking about. scrambling to your feet, you opened your mouth to profusely apologise. strings of ‘im sorry’s and ‘i understand if you don’t want to tutor me anymore’s left your mouth, before you were interrupted.
“___. i like you, will you let me take you out on a date?”
;; A/N: i hope this was okay 💀 i wrote this at 3am so my sleep deprived self may have included some unfortunate wording. i love economics btw
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