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JakeXReader: Zodiac Sign

“I don’t get you.”

Your best friend, Jake, flopped down next to you on the sofa, his laying softly against the soft throw pillows. You were currently in his apartment, to which you often treated as your ‘second home.’ You even had your fair share of clothes and toiletries stored in his cabinets. You swore you spend more time here with Jake than your own home.

Jake was wearing a black oversized t-shirt despite it being so hot in the summer but then you figured that his white shorts made up for the blazing heat outside. You recognized the shirt very well—Heeseung wore the same one just the other day, and Jay bragged about buying a shirt (which happens to be the same exact print) a few weeks prior. Either they were sharing each other's clothes, or they had matching ones. Either way, you thought the idea was cute.

“What is it?” You asked Jake, not tearing your gaze away from the TV. You were watching another rerun of the show you watched last summer—the feeling a little bit lighter than the last time you saw the series.

Upon not hearing Jake’s answer, you turned and saw him looking at you. His eyes were a little droopy, as if he was already falling asleep. His hair was a mess since he was wearing a snapback earlier, and his cheeks were squished against the pillows, making him seem cuter than he already is.

Jake was really cute, you thought as you stared at him. Everyone thinks the same thing too. You remember showing your parents a really cute picture of Jake back when he was a baby, and needless to say, your mom had asked for a copy and even got it professionally printed. The photo’s hung around your house somewhere, probably beside one of your own baby pictures.

Jake’s cuteness never really faltered even when he reached puberty. His eyes held the same mischievousness and loveliness he had back when he was a kid. He lost some of his baby fat already and his face was more defined now, but his smiles were still the same. You then remembered his high school graduation photo that you had in your room—his grin was so adorable.

“Hey.” You nudged his shoulder and he sighed, sitting properly on the couch this time. One side of his cheeks were a faint shade of red, and you were quick to point it out. “Your cheeks are red. It's like someone slapped you or something.”

He laughed, touching his cheek for a brief moment before focusing his attention on the TV, acting as if he didn't hear your question from earlier. You gave him a confused look, though he didn’t see.

“So? What was it?’ You asked.

“What’s what?” He asked you back. He seemed genuinely confused as he stared back at your eyes and tilted his head.

“The thing you said earlier,” You replied. “About you not getting me or something? What was it?”

Jake finally raised his eyebrows, knowing what you were talking about. The pink tint on his cheeks subsided now. “Oh, that one.” He clicked his tongue. “That’s nothing. I was just thinking out loud. Didn't realize it slipped.”

You narrow your eyes at him, a playful grin plastered on your lips. “Are you… backstabbing me?”

He was quick to say ‘no.’ Of course, not really meaning what you said, you just laughed and brushed it off. Jake didn't though, and continued to look at you.

“You know I’d never do that to you.”

“I know.” You gave him a genuine smile that helped ease his mind. “I was just kidding, Jakey. You’re too kind to do that.”

He bit his lip to suppress a smile when you pinched his cheeks. He had always liked it whenever you called him by that nickname and doted on him. It was cute, and sweet, and made the butterflies swirl like tornadoes in his stomach.