The Roommate | HeeJake| 18+

The Roommate | HeeJake| 18+

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StreamSpace was supposed to be good PR. Not mutual hate-sex in the gaming chair. Rival streamers Jake and Heeseung were voted into the internet's favorite new reality show: StreamSpace, where creators live, work, and collab under one very public roof. The catch? They can't stand each other. Off-camera, it's tension filled silences, lingering stares, and way too many "accidental" touches. What started as a few late night hookups to blow off steam turns into something they can't ignore, especially when Jake starts craving the way Heeseung holds him at night. They promised it was casual. But how do you keep a secret when the whole world is watching?
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Dr. Lee Heeseung stepped quietly into the room, clipboard in hand, but his gaze was drawn immediately to the figure on the bed. Jake sat there, knees pulled close, fingers fidgeting with the hem of his oversized shirt. His eyes darted around the room with guarded curiosity, shy, but not entirely closed off. His lips were slightly pouted, and there was a softness to him that didn't match his age. "Hi there, little one," Heeseung said gently, lowering himself into the chair across from the bed. His voice was smooth, kind, like he wasn't just speaking to a patient, but to someone who needed warmth. Jake peeked up at him, eyes wide. "Who are you, mister?" he asked, tilting his head ever so slightly. "I'm Heeseung. I'm here to keep you safe," he replied with a smile that wasn't clinical, but real. Jake didn't answer right away. He just hummed softly and tugged at his sleeve. The room felt still, but not uncomfortable, like something delicate had just begun to bloom. Heeseung had seen trauma manifest in many forms, but this......this was different. Jake wasn't broken. He was protecting himself the only way he knew how. And Heeseung was determined to understand every piece of him. But..... there's always another side of the story you don't know😉 Read to find out👉📖

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