“I SWEAR TO GOD—SIT. DOWN.”

Your manager’s voice echoed in the hotel penthouse like a threat from hell.

Jake? Sitting on the floor cross-legged. You? Lying on the carpet with your arms stretched out dramatically.

“Jaaakeeeyyy~ look at the stars~” you whispered, pointing at the chandelier.

Jake blinked up at it, eyes wide and sparkly. “They’re so bright… wait—are we floating?”

Your manager nearly screamed.

“YOU’RE ON THE CARPET—STOP LICKING THE ICE BUCKET, JAKE!”

Jake blinked, lips barely grazing the silver. “It’s cold… like you when you ghosted my texts last week.”

“I HAD A MEETING.”

You rolled over and flopped into Jake’s lap like a melting noodle. “Jakey tell them to stop yellinggg… they’re ruining my vibes…” You whined.

Jake stroked your hair gently. “Don’t worry baby, I’ll buy you the moon.”

“YOU BOTH HAVE INTERVIEWS IN THE MORNING. GLOBAL. LIVE. STREAMED.”

Jake stood up suddenly, one sock on, hair sticking up. “Let’s elope.”

You gasped, dramatic. “In Vegas?”

“We’re IN California!”

Jake squinted. “So close.”

Your manager left after, because he was stressing out. However, when it was well past 2AM in the dorm when Jake’s phone lit up with the glowing red circle of “LIVE.” He was already laughing too hard to care, his arm draped lazily around you as you leaned against his shoulder, cheeks flushed from the alcohol still buzzing in your system. The empty soju bottles on the table in front of you were evidence enough — definitely too many for either of you to be thinking straight. The both of you drank again. Without supervision—again.

“Baaabyyyy, say hi!” you giggled, holding Jake’s phone up way too close to your face. The comments were already flooding in, fans freaking out at the sight of you together.

Jake squinted at the screen, his English slipping out more than usual. “Hi Engene… hiiii… oh my god, you guys are… wow, so many comments,” he slurred, head falling back with a laugh.

You laughed with him, both of you so far gone that the consequences didn’t even register. Your head rested against his shoulder, and Jake absentmindedly brushed your hair back from your face, not even realizing how intimate it looked on camera.

“You guys love me, right?” you blurted out suddenly, your words slightly slurred but adorable nonetheless. Jake chuckled, leaning closer to the mic. “They love you too much… tch, my girlfriend’s prettier than me, that’s not fair,” he muttered, eyes drooping as he smiled dopily at you.

The comments section exploded. Some fans were screaming in all caps, others spamming crying emojis, and a few typing in disbelief.