when u moved in with jake, it was supposed to be a temporary arrangement. a practical decision made in haste—split the rent, stay out of each other’s way, and avoid any complications. simple right? but in hindsight, u should have known better. because jake sim is not simple.

jake is chaos wrapped in golden skin, a walking contradiction of mischief and warmth, and the kind of person who makes even the most ordinary moments feel like something out of a dream. it starts with little things.

like how he insists on calling you ‘pretty’ despite ur every protest, the nickname rolling off his tongue with effortless charm, or the way he leaves the kitchen a mess after making his infamous late-night ramen—crumbs on the counter, an empty bowl abandoned in the sink, chopsticks precariously balanced on the edge. he always flashes you that signature grin, unapologetic as ever, mumbling, “I’ll clean it up later,” though you both know he never will.

“hey, pretty.”

you barely glance up from your laptop, too accustomed to his presence to be startled when he plops down onto the couch beside you, his body sinking into the cushions with a sigh. he smells like his usual mix of fresh soap and something warm, something undeniably jake, and before you can react, he stretches out, resting his head against your lap like it’s the most natural thing in the world. you freeze.

“jake.” your voice holds a warning, but he only cracks one eye open, his gaze lazy and unbothered. "what do you think you’re doing?”

“resting,” he replies smoothly, as if this is a perfectly logical answer. he shifts slightly, getting comfortable, the weight of him pressing into your thighs in a way that makes your breath catch. “long day. I deserve a comfy lap.”

“you have your own lap.”

“yeah, but mine isn’t as nice.”

your face heats up instantly, but you refuse to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. this is just jake being nake—flirty, playful, completely oblivious to how his every action sends ur heart into a frenzy. at least, you think he's oblivious.