Street Lights || Sim Jake

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"What did the Coffee machine do, please, that you have to abuse it like that?"

I recognized his voice and didn't even lift my head as I agonizedly tried to detach this part from the machine. "It's not the machine's fault. Just the son of a bitch who designed it."

In front of me, on the other side of the counter, a shadow formed which towered over me. So I was forced to raise my head and faced the Spaniard. A smile graced his lips as our eyes met and I smirked fleetingly.

"Why did you have to leave early today, anyway?" Jake propped his hands on the counter and looked down at me when I asked him why he had already fled school at noon.

"Had a doctor's appointment." He emphasized the word doctor's appointment differently, which meant he probably had something else in mind.

"Uh-huh, what needed to be checked out?" I had given up my struggle with the coffee machine and focused on my counterpart. "My bike..."

I nodded, then looked back at the machine. "How long have you been riding?" "Since I was 12, so just about 7 years." He watched my actions with the machine and hid an amused expression behind his indifferent expression.

"Always been with Jay and Heeseung?" The Spaniard nodded and rubbed his hands together as he straightened up. Only now did I notice that he looked like he was going to a party. Not a classy one, but definitely one where people wanted to look good.

A loud chatter rang out and as Jake turned to the noise, I took that moment to take a closer look at what he was wearing. A pair of light colored baggy jeans with a hole or two, I couldn't really see it, and a white shirt that had some sort of v-neck.

I could smack myself for that, but my gaze lingered on his chest longer than I had actually planned. I couldn't see his shoes, but I was sure they matched the denim jacket he was also wearing.

If I had to guess, I'd say he might have been wearing some kind of booties or regular sneakers. No, I wasn't trying to gauge his clothing style. I just assumed that since I would be wearing it myself, I would be a guy.

"Where are you going?" "Party at a friend's house." There was silence for a moment as he looked at me again, a few strands falling into his forehead as he lowered his gaze. "Why don't you come too? Oh no wait, you have to work." A sweet but cheeky grin showed his teeth.

"You're really funny," I countered at his ribbing, but my attention went right back to the coffee maker. Still pulling on that part, I couldn't get it apart.

"Tell your parents that instead of buying an aquarium the size of a fucking classroom, they should buy coffee makers that clean the hell out of themselves."

I was about to just yank really hard on the thing when two arms made themselves known in my field of vision. Hastily, I lifted my head and looked forward, wanting to look at Jake, but he wasn't there anymore.

As my brain caught up with the situation, I felt a chest against my shoulder blades and watched as two large hands easily twisted the machine apart. "Instead of tearing, you could have thought that far ahead and just twisted it apart."

Jake's hands braced themselves on the counter again and I turned slightly backwards between his arms to face my helper. I leaned my head against his shoulder and looked up at him and when I looked at him I could see his mischievous grin and that's exactly why I pushed him away and laughed.

"Thank you." "You're welcome. I'll be off then." He left the counter area and rubbed his hands on his pants. My eyes fell on the black sneakers and inwardly I could have given myself a handshake. I was a genius.