Jake sighed as he shoved his bag onto his studying table and sat on the bed, rubbing his face tiredly. The day had felt strangely slow, his thoughts lingering more on things outside of school than the lessons themselves.
After sitting there for a moment, he finally pushed himself up and headed to the bathroom to freshen up. The cold water against his skin woke him up a little, but it didn’t do much to clear his mind.
Once he was done, he walked downstairs for dinner. The house was quiet, apart from the occasional clinking of utensils as his parents ate. He greeted them briefly before sitting down, picking at his food absentmindedly.
Eugene wasn’t home yet, still caught up in whatever family obligation she had for the day. That meant the usual chatter she brought to the table was missing, leaving only the quiet hum of the evening.
Jake’s father glanced at him. “You’re quiet today.”
Jake shrugged. “Just tired.”
His father nodded in acknowledgment before returning to his meal. His mother didn’t push him to talk either, letting him eat in peace.
After finishing dinner, Jake excused himself and headed back to his room. As he sat on the edge of his bed, his eyes wandered to his bag. He reached over, pulling out his notebook and flipping it open to the sketch from earlier.
The house he had drawn was different from the ones he usually sketched. It wasn’t just any random building—it felt intentional. Familiar.
He tapped his pencil against the paper, his mind drifting to Jiwon again.
Was she okay? She hadn’t shown up all day. It wasn’t like her to just skip without saying anything.
Without thinking too much, he grabbed his phone and scrolled through his contacts. His thumb hovered over Jiwon’s name for a second before he locked his phone again, shaking his head.
Instead, he set his notebook aside and lay down, staring at the ceiling. Maybe he’d ask her about it tomorrow. Or maybe… he’d just wait and see.
Jake contemplated whether he should message her or not.
Why didn’t you come today?
No, that sounded too direct. He deleted it.
How are you?
No, that felt too formal. He erased it again.
What’s up?
Still no. Too casual. Would she even reply?
Jake exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. Why is this so hard…
He tapped his fingers against his phone, staring at the blank text box. Finally, before he could overthink it any further, he typed—
"Did something happen?"
Simple. Not too pushy, but enough to check on her.
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