Enhypen Imagines

Dis-Dislike | J.S

Requested by Anonymous

You quietly adjusted the buttons on your blazer, checking the cuffs to be closed as you marched down towards the coffee machine. However your lust for coffee quickly disappeared as your saw the back of your rival in the firm.

Oh how you wanted to whipe that smirk off his face everytime he looked at you, worst thing was that it all started from one case last year. He had won a case over you and ever since then it was decided that you two couldn't work with the same case in the firm. The court had been a mess with you two trying to outperform the other. 

In the end the court had decided on doing the right thing and sentencing the obviously guilty accused, whom you had to defend. Jake had done too good of a job, and you could only imagine hoe much he was benefitting from that.

It was almost as if his eyes lit up the moment he turned around with his coffee in hand. You, however, refrained from rolling your eyes as you just walked up and grabbed a mug to make your coffee in.

"Morning," Jake cooed, leaning against the table as you started teh coffee machine once again.

"I suggest you leave me alone Sim," you calmly and coldly retorted as you grabbed a stirring stick for your coffee. 

"Ah why?" he complained with a small laugh, only earning a side-eye from you, "oh come on, you can't keep being bitter over that case."

"The thing I'm bitter about is the satisfaction you get from knowing you won over me," I calmly spoke watching the dark liquid stream out of the coffee machine and right down into my mug, "but I'll have you know that the case I am defending now will assure me that that smirk will be permanently wiped off your face."

Jake let out a small snort before scratching the side of his nose, looking at me in disbelief before simply shaking his head. Calmly sipping from his mug.

"I don't get why you hate me," he admitted as I just glanced at him, grabbing my coffee and walking off. Desperately choking out the butterflies that always seemed to appear whenever Jake just as much as laughed at me.

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I quietly noted down the last few things about my case that I would have to win this case for my client, that's for sure. A small smile of victory spreading on my face as I reached out to write the last email to my client, informing that all evidence and reciepts were ready for the court on Friday.

"Say... can we talk?" Jake's voice spoke up and I tensed up immediately, wishing for him to go away.

Slowly I turned in my chair, looking at him with raised eyebrows, clearly showing that he was disrupting my work.

"Come on, I need your help with something," he excused after having seen my face.

"My... help?" I questioned him in disbelief as he just nodded at me.

"Don't get ahead of yourself, it's not with a case," he nonchalantly brushed it off, "paper is stuck in the printer and everyone says you're the only one who can fix it."

I looked at the open draft of a mail on my computer before just letting out a small sigh, eventually nodding and giving in to helping Jake. He immediately grinned widely and set off towards the printer room, with me right behind him.

The printer room wasn't exactly big, but then again it only had to contain a printer and a few boxes of plain paper. 

"And you're sure you sent it to the right printer?" I questioned as Jake walked into the printer room.

"I've been working here for just as long as you, and you don't think I know how to send my documents to the right printer?" he questioned in amusement as the door closed behind me, "just fix the printer, will you?"

I glanced at him before just humming and walking over to the printer. Quietly I opened the printer and began fixing the paper that was stuck in the printer.

"Can I ask why you hate me?" Jake questioned and I glanced over at him.

"Hate is a strong term. I would rather say dislike," I excused and he let out a small laugh, "and I dislike you because-"

"I won over you in a case that obviously should be one by the victim and not the accused," Jake sighed, "yeah, yeah I know that. But you also know that that was the right decision in that case."

"I do," I nodded at him.

"So you really have no reason to dislike me," Jake declared and I let out a small laugh as I managed to rid of the paper that was stuck in the printer.

"Is your job also to interrogate me now?" I questioned as I straightened up and looked straight at me, "because as far as I know we have detectives for that."

"I want to know why you dislike me, because I don't dislike you," he casually replied, "and I'd like to take you out for dinner some night."

"In your dreams Sim," I let out a small laugh as I closed the printer and it immediately began making the familiar sounds of printing a document. The right sounds.

"I'm not so sure about that actually," Jake shook his head and I glanced back at him, "you like, don't you? It would take too much energy for someone to genuinely dislike someone as much as you do on a daily basis... unless... they're hiding something."

"Screw off, will you? That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard," I remarked as Jake only stepped closer to me and I had to step back and lean against the wall to get away from him.

"So you would really mind it if I was to kiss you right now?" Jake stated.

Maybe it was pure shock, or maybe it was because I actually didn't mind. But it seemed like not a word could leave my lips. Almost as if I was like paralyzed.

"A kiss?" Jake repeated once again, somehow making me shake my head to his previous question of whether or not I would mind.

Slowly Jake leaned in, making sure I had time to turn away, but I didn't. So his lips came in contact with mine in a soft and sensual connection. His lips were plush and soft against mine as his hand snaked itself over onto my nape, pulling me closer as the other hand gently laid on my waist.

"Dinner... Saturday evening... I'll pick you up at 7," Jake whispered against my lips as he pulled a few millimeters away.

"O-okay," I breathed out earning another kiss on my lips once again. A kiss I never really wanted to break away from.