the squeak of sneakers on polished wood, the rhythmic thud of the basketball, and heeseung's encouraging voice fill the air as you practice your basketball skills. he's your coach, your mentor, and your friend, patiently guiding you through the fundamentals of the game.

you appreciate his dedication and expertise, but you're oblivious to the longing glances from jake, who watches from the sidelines, his heart heavy with unspoken emotions.

jake's jealousy simmers like a pot on the verge of boiling over. he sees the way heeseung's hand lingers on yours as he adjusts your grip, the way your eyes light up when he praises your progress, the way you laugh together as you share a joke. every shared moment, every touch, every smile fuels the fire within him. he wants to be the one teaching you, the one making you laugh, the one holding your hand.

basketball sessions was finish, heeseung already leaving the court. the afternoon sun casts long shadows on the court, jake's patience wears thin. the sight of you and heeseung earlier together a constant reminder of what he can't have. he strides onto the court, his expression a mixture of determination and frustration.

"aww, having so much fun with heeseung?" he asks, his voice laced with a hint of sarcasm.

you look up, startled by his sudden appearance. you're about to explain, to defend your friendship with heeseung, but jake cuts you off. "don't bother," he says, his voice softening. "i get it."