𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒.

•.¸♡𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐗 𝐉𝐀𝐘𝐊𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍♡¸.• 🎵 “plastic off the sofa” – beyoncé softly playing in the background.

you and jayklickin were best friends — the type people watched on live and commented “y’all need to stop playin and just date already.” the chemistry was undeniable. you laughed at the same things, moved in sync, shared food, and basically lived in each other’s space. but to you, it was just comfort. you always said it was platonic. told people you loved him “like a brother.”

he never corrected you. but he also never agreed.

jay would repost those edits of y’all with hearts and romantic music, saying “lmaooo y’all wild” but never shutting them down. he’d flirt playfully, call you “bae” in comments, act like a boyfriend in public. but when you asked, he always said it was jokes.

still, sometimes… the way he looked at you didn’t feel like no joke.

tonight, he was over your house — like usual. hoodie on, socks mismatched, scrolling on your couch while you were in the kitchen making buldak noodles. the lights were low, the speaker was playing slow r&b in the background, and the smell of the spicy sauce filled the room.

you were humming softly, focused on the noodles, until you suddenly felt arms wrap around your waist from behind. a chill shot through your body as jay rested his head on your shoulder, voice low and lazy against your skin.

“whatchu makin…?”

his grip was soft but close, chest pressed to your back like he belonged there.