★ Jake fills the spot of “fuckboy” at your school. He fits the criteria. He’s foreign, from Australia, the Koreans either despise him or are in love with him and his goddamn accent. Girls swooning for his attention. The piercings. The hair. The motorcycle. Everyone seems to be utterly obsessed with him. You don’t understand why. He’s a brat, used to getting his way. You eye him curiously across the room at a party. There’s a ring of girls around him while he swayed with the music, sipping god knows what from a red solo cup. The night progresses and you end up on the same couch. He comes closer and throws his arm around you and some other girl. You awkwardly shrug his arm off and he raises a brow. “Ooh, this one’s cocky?” He sneers with a smirk. “No, I’m just not interested in you.” You scoff. That gets his attention. “Have you been around? You look the type.” He points at your dress. “You’re probably a slut. Dress like one too.”