chapter 8: is it casual now?

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trigger warning: angst

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first person pov.

finals week had arrived, and for a brief moment, i felt relieved. monday and tuesday were surprisingly peaceful. no messages from jake meant i could focus on my exams without distraction.

i should've been thankful for the silence, right?

but by wednesday, the quiet started to gnaw at me.

why hasn't he messaged me?

i kept trying to rationalize it.

he's probably just busy with the comeback, remembering how he was working on that song when we were at the cafe. still, the anxious knot in my chest tightened.

i checked his instagram-no new updates.

part of me wanted to text him first, but another part whispered that i shouldn't.

don't be needy, don't be desperate, i thought to myself.

but how long could i ignore the growing fear that maybe, just maybe, he wasn't going to text me at all?

he made it seem like he really cares about me... but why is there a sudden 180 turn in the way he hasn't been hitting me up?

i got so used to him being here all the time that i now crave his presence—his attention.

by the time i got back to my dorm that afternoon, my patience had crumbled. i caved and sent him a message, typing out the words i had been overthinking for days.

i just wanted to talk—to sort everything out before this thing between us got any more complicated, especially with the dispatch articles hanging over our heads like a storm cloud

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i just wanted to talk—to sort everything out before this thing between us got any more complicated, especially with the dispatch articles hanging over our heads like a storm cloud.

i opened social media, only to be met with a wave of posts about enhypen's new album release.

oh, i thought, my stomach sinking a little. he was busy—too busy to remember me.

still, as more days passed with no reply, i couldn't help but feel this growing sense of dread. the kind that gnaws at you, slowly convincing you that maybe you've been fooling yourself this whole time.

maybe this was just a fleeting thing for him. nothing serious. after all, what did i expect? sim jake—golden rookie from hybe, surrounded by attention and admiration. he could have anyone.

why would he waste his time on me?

i tried to push those thoughts away, but they lingered like a bad taste.

eventually, the stress of everything-finals, the fear of being exposed, the silence from jake—became too much. the weight of it all settled on my chest, and i couldn't hold back anymore. i broke down, my body shaking with sobs as i cried into my pillow.

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