The way you roll your eyes whenever he asks a question, how you manage to slip in an insult whenever you speak to him; something about this entire experience ignited a fire within Jake that he hadn't felt before. He'd had his fair share of mean girls in the past, but this was completely different.

Jongseong, who had been observing Jake for the past five minutes, finally breaks his silence. "You're sweating, man. Don't tell me you're actually scared."

"I'm fucking terrified," Jake admits, "but I'm into the fact that I'm terrified. I think I like that she scares me; is that weird?"

Jay awkwardly clears his throat, looking away from Jake as he gathers another forkful of food. "I think we've reached the point in our friendship where we know too much about each other. Also, aren't you due for a refill?"

Jake glances at his empty glass of iced water that he downed within the first fifteen minutes of arriving. His skin felt entirely too warm whenever you looked at him, and he was practically breaking out in sweat when you'd speak to him. The beverage only provided temporary relief before he was back to being a hot, sweaty mess.

He shrugs, confused as to where Jay was going with this, "I guess."

Before Jake is able to process what's happening, Jay is beckoning you over from across the room, a wicked grin on his face as Jake goes completely still.

"What?" You ask, voice laced with venom as you approach their table.

"Sorry to bother you, Y/N, but I think my friend would like a refill. Wouldn't you, Jake?"

On the long list of things Jake would like from you, a glass of water is at the very bottom, but it'll do for now. He nods silently, anxiously chewing on his bottom lip.

"Well, ask for it." You respond, arms crossed as you stare down at Jake.

He clears his throat, "Uh, may I have a refill?"

"What's the magic word?"

"...Please?"

"'Please', what?"

Your exchange with Jake is enough to make even Jay feel intimidated, slouching slightly in his own seat as you take a step forward towards his friend.

Jake glances at Jay for guidance, who only gives him a useless, sheepish shrug in response. "Please ... miss?"

You shake your head, stealing a curly fry from his plate and dipping it in the container of ketchup, "Not quite, try again."

Jake learned his lesson from trying to get guidance from Jay, and doesn't even bother looking in his direction before he replies. "Please ... ma'am?"

Scrunching your nose, you stuff the fry in your mouth in one go. "Ew, I'm not that old. Try again."

A beat of silence passes before Jake and Jay realize what exactly it is you're aiming for him to call you — now it's just a matter of seeing if you could actually get him to say it.

He tilts his head at you, "Please, mo..." he trails off, testing the waters to see if he actually found the word you'd been looking for.

The evil smirk beginning to tug on your lips answers his question: yeah, you were really about to make him call you ... that. In public. In front of his best friend. All for a glass of iced water that you were probably going to spit in — if he’s lucky.