#i'm finally back

You're the maknae of Enhypen, now you and Jake have to deal with your feelings for each other and take all the consequences.

go to part two !

★ pairing — jake x male!reader

★ tags — fluff, jake takes care of you, they have to decide whether or not their feelings are worth the risk (they are), there's a very lil bit of internalized homophobia coming from reader, they're very cute tg!!!

★ notes — eng isn't my first language, I'm sorry in case there are any errors regarding grammar or anything else; this was kindly suggested by anon, thank you for helping me get out of my writers' block 🙏🏻 ly

★ word count — 1.6k masterlist

“Hyung, you really don't need to be doing all of this,” you tell Jake, your groupmate, as he hands you a warm cup of tea.

“I know, but I like to help you,” he explains.

This week has been truly nerve wracking for you and your group, so much you could hardly get yourself to get up from the bed anymore. And then, when your nerves finally collapsed, you got the flu. When you reached the exact point where your mind couldn't process the stress anymore, it took it out on your physical wellness instead.

You cough, covering your face in the space between your arm and your forearm. Jake looks at you, his eyebrows furrowing in worry.

“You should drink it,” he suggests.

“It’s still too hot,” you tell him right before blowing on it.

“Can I help?” he asks before kneeling down next to the couch you’re laying on, not even letting you answer. He puts his hands on top of yours, embracing the warm cup. Your skin stings at his touch.

“You're ridiculous,” you say, chuckling.

He smiles at you, wide eyed. It confuses you.

You could count each eyelash of his as he stares deeply into you, something so intimate that doesn't scare you away when it comes from him.

You begin to relax when he gets up and comes to sit next to you. You move your legs down to make up some space for him. There’s something like a fog around you two, composed of so many unexpressed thoughts. You both are aware of its existence, nevertheless neither of you is brave enough to acknowledge it.

“I gotta go recording soon, I’m far behind my schedule…” Jake explains, his eyes stuck looking at the floor.

“This past week has truly got each and one of us on our knees,” you say, attempting a sip of tea.

The tip of your tongue feels the burning of the beverage. That happens as your eyes gently caress Jake’s figure. You get stuck looking at his eyebags, witnesses of the hard work he’s put on lately.

Some minutes pass as the two of you get completely absorbed in the void of your own thoughts and worries. Then, you finally get to start drinking Jake’s tea, gaining a smile from the boy. Your throat heals as the warmness embraces its walls.

“How is it?” He asks as he unconsciously gets closer to you.

“Very sweet, just as I like it,” you reply.

“Never sweeter than you,” he says, playfully.

“Oh, I knew it was coming!” You say, laughing.

He giggles like a little kid, looking directly at you.

“But I bet you liked it,” he continues. His laughter stops and gets replaced by a smirk you know too well. His eyes never break apart from yours as he waits for an answer.

“I didn’t,” you begin saying, “and you gotta stop.”

You make so much effort to not let your amusement take over yourself, but it’s so exhausting to keep that smile down, to make your cheeks stay of their natural color.

You roll on the couch to face the wall, willing to hide your true feelings.

“Hey, why should I stop?” Jake asks as he grabs your arm, demanding an explanation.

“Because it’s not really… appropriate,” you say as your back is still facing him.

"Why is that?” He questions again, unsatisfied.

“Jake… Do I even need to explain this to you? Can’t you understand it on your own?” You tell him as you finally turn around, you do that in a motion so harsh you almost accidently let go of your cup of tea.

He nods, pouting like a kid. You sigh and close your eyes.

“We’re coworkers, Jake,” you begin, “do you get that?”

“Yeah, but you like it,” he insists before licking his lower lip, unbothered.

You scoff, but it comes out very unnaturally. It was an attempt to hide the fact that he’s right, but it instead gave you away.

Jake laughs, directly at your face. You get up from the couch and put the now empty cup on a small table right next to it.

You approach the door, but it opens just a moment before you could reach the handle. Heeseung is now standing right in front of you.

“Everything alright?” He asks, his eyes analyzing your face before moving to Jake, right behind you and ready to grab your hand.

If only Heeseung didn't interrupt.

“Uh, yeah!” You reply, your voice appearing very joyful. Too joyful to be taken seriously.

Heeseung’s lips part, making it look as if he is about to say something. You’re quick at avoiding what is about to come, faintly smiling at him and walking past the door frame where he’s standing.

Jake follows you right away. Heeseung sighs before throwing himself on the couch, exhausted. He’s too tired to run after you two, too tired that not even his curiosity can keep him going.

You finally reach your room, Jake so obviously still after you. You leave the door open as you enter, aware of the fact that he would've come in anyway, in any way.

You sit on the bed as you observe Jake closing the door behind him and resting his back on top of it.

“What now?” You ask, your eyebrows raising. You wait.

You examine his expression. You catch the way the corners of his lips faintly go up, the way his eyes gain confidence.

“We kiss?” He finally announces.

“No way,” you respond, your voice coming out harsher than you expected.

“Do I disgust you?” He asks, clearly ironically, but you can still catch the slight disappointment provoked by your answer.

“No… of course not…” you tell him, nervously biting your lip. His gaze weighs on you as you doze off.

You take a deep breath. In the fragment of time where the air is coming out of your lungs, Jake comes to sit next to you on the bed.

You’re still not looking at him when his hand touches the side of your thigh. He checks your reaction, his eyebrows raise as he notices you’re not pulling away from him.

He waits.

He gives you time to get used to his touch. His pinky finger gently rubbing against the fabric of your pants, he does that so faintly you can barely feel it on your skin.

You don't pull away.

“You know…” Jake begins saying.

“I’ve always found you… so pretty,” he continues. Two of his fingers are now resting on your thigh.

You scoff as you hear his words.

“I’m being serious,” he insists.

“Oh, I know you are,” you say, “you being truthful, that’s not what scares me.”

“Then what scares you so much?” He asks, the pitch of his voice rising out of frustration.

“Jake, I-” you finally look into his eyes.

“We’re from the same group! Do you even have any idea how difficult it can be for us? And for everyone else around us? And that's not counting the fact that we're both guys.”

“Y/n, I seriously give no fucks about what others think about this.”

“And that’s wrong!”

“How is that wrong?”

His whole hand is now on your thigh, literally gripping on it.

“We… we shouldn't be selfish,” you try to explain, your gaze wandering around.

“I mean, yeah, but I can’t take this any longer, not when I know that you feel the same way about me.”

You don’t even try arguing back anymore.

Your knee caresses Jake’s. Your eyes drop to watch his fingers dipping in your inner thigh.

“Please,” he begs.

Your eyebrows pinch together.

“Please,” he says again. His voice is pleading, desperate.

You turn to him. One of your knees moves on top of the bed as your other leg hangs down, so that you’re fully facing him.

Jake licks his lips. You chuckle and look away for a moment, the second you turn to him again he’s already on you.

One of his hands goes on your hip while the other finds its way to the back of your neck, pulling you towards him.

His lips burn. They burn off something that couldn't be delayed any longer.

You feel him completely melting onto you, as if this kiss was his only source of hope. Your face warms up due to his gentle touch.

His lips move elegantly on yours, like something you could've never even imagined. He makes you relive those feelings all over again, the ones you’ve been locking away. Those feelings you’ve been keeping to yourself as they grew more and more desperate to witness even a small flicker of light. But this kiss, it wasn't just a flicker.

Your mind completely falls apart as your hand grasps the short hair behind his neck. You massage that area as you follow the rhythm of his tongue slowly moving forward in your mouth.

The kiss gets wetter, warmer than before.

Jake’s hands wrap around your waist, embracing the wholeness of your body.

His movements are slow and steady. He knows what he’s doing and doesn't rush anything.

He pants on your lips. Not out of fatigue, but out of pleasure.

You slightly pull away, catching your breath. It gets only one more “please” whispered by his mouth to make you kiss him all over again. You move to go sit on his lap and he chuckles, pleased. His teeth hit yours.

You open your eyes for just a moment, to catch a glimpse of him below you. His cheeks are flushed, his eyelashes prettier than ever.

When you two finally pull away, it feels as if the entire room got steamy.

“So, was it worth the risk?” Jake asks, a smile painted across his face.

“I guess…” you reply, gaining a playful punch from the other boy. “Who’s gonna explain everything to the others?” You question, suddenly worried.

“I will,” he answers, casually caressing your cheek. He leaves a soft kiss on your forehead as he looks into you, attempting to clear every worry of yours by making them his own.

Age gap rivals to friends to lovers where Alastor takes Vincent under his wing with ✨show biz✨ and we get a slow burn and then when they finally let themselves like each other, Vincent is the submissive top. That shit is perfect. Bonus points if Vincent is a blushing idiot. Double bonus points if they bite each other in a non-sexual way.

Literally a menacing Benn Beckman:

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Sorry I've been really dead lately, especially for friends I've made on here, I've just been really rough mentally, but I've been working on a really big project called Insectacle! It's a game that I want to create one day when I get the skills to do so!

We are some poor M.B.I agent who works for the M.B.I, we work willingly (Totally), we go by the original mission, protect humanity from anomalies. We just know this is our first major mission, and that the organization studies and contains anomalies. The only information known by the beginning of the game is that we were sent by the M.B.I to recontain "the Monarch". We are not sent with a weapon as to not harm the Monarch.

Below is a bunch of concept art, some of it won't fit thanks to Tumblr's whole ten image limit:

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