𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒 || 𝐣.𝐚.

001 | 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐲

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 morning, Jacob Alden is relieved when he receives word that there is no need for him to come into work today and could stay home. A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he relished in the rare luxury of time to himself.

Rolling out of bed, Jacob stretched languidly before padding across the room to his desk, where his trusty computer sat waiting. With eager anticipation, he booted it up, his fingers dancing across the keyboard as he navigated to the internet. Today, he had a singular focus: Y/n L/n.

His interest in her had bloomed from the moment they first crossed paths, her presence leaving an indelible mark on his mind. Now, with a whole day ahead of him, Jacob was determined to learn everything he could about her.

He delved into the depths of cyberspace, scouring social media platforms, news articles, and any other online repository of information he could find. His brow furrowed in concentration as he pieced together the puzzle of her life, each tidbit of information adding to the picture he was forming in his mind.

From her favorite books and movies to her hometown and hobbies, Jacob absorbed it all with a fervor bordering on obsession. He reveled in the thrill of discovery, his pulse quickening with each new detail unearthed.

Hours slipped by unnoticed as he immersed himself in his quest, his dedication unwavering. For Jacob, this wasn't merely a casual interest—it was an all-consuming passion, fueled by an unrelenting desire to know every facet of Y/n's being. He felt himself growing closer to her as if the very act of learning about her brought them into a more intimate connection.

Unfortunately, though, Jacob only had one more app to look up Y/n and thus, this had to come to an end. Slowly, he opened up FriendSpace where he hoped to uncover even more about this darling singer. He scrolled through her profile, his eyes scanning each post with rapt attention, his heart pounding in his chest with a mixture of excitement and trepidation.

Fingers tapping against the keyboard, he meticulously liked post after post, his movements almost mechanical as he immersed himself in the task at hand. Each click felt like a step closer to unraveling the enigma that was Y/n, and Jacob couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation coursing through him.

But as he reached the fiftieth post, a heavy sigh escaped his lips. Despite his efforts, he knew that simply liking her content wasn't enough. He needed more, craved more—a deeper connection that transcended the digital divide. He wanted to be with her, to be the only one to make her laugh.

With a shaky breath, Jacob hesitated for a moment, his cursor hovering over the "Follow" button. The mere thought of sending her a follow request sent a flurry of nerves cascading through him, his palms growing clammy with apprehension. "Alright..." he closed his eyes for a second, swallowing thickly, before reopening his eyes.

He couldn't let fear hold him back, not when Y/n was just a click away. Steeling himself, Jacob closed his eyes for a brief moment, willing his racing heart to calm.

And then, with a decisive click, he sent the request, his heart pounding in his chest as he waited with bated breath for her response. Seconds stretched into minutes, each passing moment feeling like an eternity as Jacob's anxiety threatened to overwhelm him.

Bing!

Meanwhile, in the coziness of her room, Y/n was woken up by her phone vibrating from under her covers. She reached out, grabbed it, and turned it to face her to see that someone new had requested to follow her on FriendSpace. 'Jacob Alden...' she mentally read over the username to herself. Why did that name sound so familiar? With furrowed brows, she unlocked her phone and opened where she then clicked on Jacob's profile, only to find out this was the guy from last night! He seemed to also like a lot of the posts she made.

Clicking on his profile, Y/n comes to find out that most of his posts are him advertising his photography business. He also fixes computers. Come to think of their talk the other night, he does come off as someone who would be tech-savvy.

Though exhausted, Y/n still manages to scroll down his page and notice that his friend list consists of two people. One account is named 'John Alden', safe to assume that's one of his family members there, and the other seems to be a meme account of some sort. "Does this guy seriously not have an online presence?" Y/n groggily mumbled.

He's gotten the most comments under a post about a lost TV show he's been archiving. It's called 'Bappy the Horse', Y/n's never heard of it nor did she care about it, but it also looks like a lot of people were thankful he posted lost footage of this 1960s cartoon. What a great guy... other than that and the occasional reblog by John Alden, he doesn't seem to get any other interactions. He's practically a ghost.

Y/n then clicks on her requests notifications to pull up the only one that was waiting for her to make a decision. Jacob Alden. She pursued her lips together—should she accept his friend request or not? "Sure... why the hell not?" It was better for her to open herself up to the possibility of getting a new friend. After all, he was nothing but kind to her, and not only that, but she was too damn tired to think it through fully.

1m ago: 𝚈/𝙽 𝙻/𝙽 𝙷𝙰𝚂 𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝙿𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙵𝚁𝙸𝙴𝙽𝙳 𝚁𝙴𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚂𝚃!

Jacob leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smile playing on his lips when he read the notification that had just popped up on his screen. His heart leaped with anticipation as he eagerly clicked on it, his breath catching in his throat as he read the words: "Y/n L/n has accepted your follow request."

He may not have physically spent the day with Y/n, but in the confines of his room, he had forged a bond with her unlike any other as he stared at the screen in disbelief. At that moment, Jacob knew that if he wanted something to happen between him and his newest muse, he would just have to be tolerant and long-suffering because a patient seeker such as him would be satisfied in due time.