Sim Jake

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐌𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬." 💍 Jake didn’t leave dramatically. Just— “Hey… I’m going to Korea.” You blinked. “For what?” He scratched the back of his neck, that boyish smile. “Training. Music stuff. Career… I guess.” “Guess?” you frowned. He laughed softly. “Yeah. I don’t really know yet. …I’ll come back though" he added quickly. You just nodded like it was nothing. “Okay.” But after he left. 6 years later— he came back. On Quiet Street, Night “Careful, you’re walking too close to the road.” You blink. “I’m not.” “You are.” “I’m literally not.” “You are" Jake insists, gently pulling you little closer by your sleeve. You stare at him. “…You just wanted an excuse to touch me.” He freezes. Then laughs. “Wow. You got bold.” “I learned while you were gone.” “Clearly.” Silence settles. Comfortable. Familiar. “So…” you glance at him. “Korea, huh.” He nods. “Yeah.” “Six years?” “Yeah.” “That’s crazy.” “Yeah.” You squint at him. “Why do you keep saying ‘yeah’?” Jake laughs, rubbing his neck. “I don’t know what you want me to say.” “Something better.” “Okay…” he thinks for a sec. “I missed you?” You stop walking. He stops too. “…You’re asking or telling?” He smiles softly. “Telling.” your eyes drift down to his hands. “…Your hands changed." you say. Jake looks at them, flexing slightly. “Uh… I hope so?” “They’re… different.” “Good different or weird different?” You hesitate. “…Both.” He grins. “I’ll take it.” Then you notice it. The ring. “What’s that?” you ask. “Oh—this?” he lifts his hand. “Just something from training. Nothing serious.” “Hmm.” Before he can react— you grab his hand. Jake stills. Doesn’t pull away. Just watches you like he always used to—curious. Soft. A little nervous. You slide the ring off. “…You’re stealing now?” he murmurs. “Borrowing.” “Mhm.” And then— you put it on your own finger.