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JAKE & SAYA ──────────── ' tension in water-adjacent areas '
—JAKE knew a lot of things— maybe too many things. With the vast selection of words and physical responses nestled between the curves of his mind, it was inevitable that every now and again, the wrong one answered his call. Sometimes, he'd call his younger friends "hyung" or reach to catch something long after it had fallen— and sometimes, he would end up sitting on a bathroom sink with Saya Han standing between his legs.
Situations like these were the ones where all the knowledge Jake harnessed lost its merit. What good does an 'A+' do if it can't even make the love of your life look you in the eye?
He had no idea what time it was when they'd entered, let alone what hour it was at that very moment, just that it hadn't been that long. He didn't even know how they'd ended up in there. He was fairly certain that if you asked him his birthday, he wouldn't know that either.
People always said that the journey is more important than the destination, but Jake heavily disagreed. The sequence of events that lead to this destination were utterly inconsequential: all Jake cared about was this exact moment.
Saya's eyes were focused on his eyebrow (cut open from a failed, late-night surfing attempt), giving Jake full reign to unabashedly examine every inch of her face. The dried blood on his eyelashes from the wound above his eye was long forgotten, every ounce of his attention on the woman in front of him.
"I'm never letting you out of my sight again," Saya mumbled as she swiped a clean cotton pad across the cut. It wasn't deep, but she tended to it as if it were a stab wound.
Her nails scratched his forehead with affinity every time she pushed his head back to expose his cut to better lighting, opening the door to let Jake's heart miss the next six beats. Her breath fanned over his cheek, a rouge blush hidden beneath his sunburn rushing to the surface.
"Are you gonna tie our hands together or something?" Jake jokingly commented, "Maybe make me wear a backpack with a leash on it?"
"I'm gonna put you in a straitjacket," Saya corrected as she cleaned off his face with a cloth. Jake's face scrunched up at her words.
"I like my suggestions better."
Saya merely hummed as she gathered some ointment onto the pad of her finger. As soon as her skin touched his, Jake's hand shot up and clasped around Saya's wrist, his eyes squeezing shut as he bit his lip.
