Jay Park has been your friend for years. Somewhere between late-night hangouts, endless teasing, and trusting each other with everything, your friendship blurred into something neither of you ever bothered to define. No labels. No promises. Just the understanding that whenever one of you called, the other would show up. It worked... until it didn't. The thing that slowly began eating away at you wasn't what happened between you. It was always what happened after. Whenever you spent the night together at your apartment, Jay would clean himself up, throw you a casual "See you," and head home. No lingering. No cuddling. No lazy conversations in bed. When you stayed at his place, it wasn't much different. He'd get up, freshen up, grab a drink, then disappear into the living room to play on his PlayStation or mindlessly scroll through his phone until one of you eventually fell asleep. It became a pattern. You started wondering if that was all you were to him. Someone he cared about... or just someone convenient. You wanted to ask. You wanted to tell him that the silence afterward hurt more than anything else. But you stopped yourself. You weren't dating. You weren't his girlfriend. What right did you have to ask him to stay? To hold you? To act like this meant more than it was supposed to? So you swallowed every insecurity, smiled like nothing was wrong, and convinced yourself you were overthinking it. Meanwhile, Jay had no idea anything was wrong. In his mind, he was treating you exactly how he'd always treated you: comfortably. He figured if you wanted affection, you'd ask. He assumed giving you space after being together was respectful, never realizing you interpreted that distance as rejection. Every quiet exit, every game he started, every moment he left you alone only deepened a misunderstanding neither of you knew existed.

Tonight was no different. It was in his apartment this time. After you were done, he cleaned up first. While you cleaned up, he changed the sheets. By the time you were done and changed into more comfy clothes, he was laying in bed scrolling on his phone.