your ex-boyfriend had kicked you out after you caught him cheating in the apartment that you were the one paying for. so, after the whole argument, breaking up, and getting your things; you crashed at your best friend, yunjin’s. however, you knew you couldn’t stay here for long, so after a few months, you decided it was time to find a new place.
which… is how you ended up clicked on the first ad you saw. It was a nice two bedroom apartment, the spare, advertised room had its own bathroom and it was closer to campus unlike your last apartment too, a solid bonus.
the ad itself didn’t offer much about who the roommates would be, just a name, jake sim. at this point, you couldn’t care; you needed out before yunjin kicked you out (not that she would)
you stood on the porch, duffel bag slung over your shoulder, praying this wasn’t another disaster waiting to happen. the “for rent” post on the student housing board had been vague — just a name: jake sim, and a promise of cheap rent.
you adjusted your bag strap and knocked.
a few seconds later, the door swung open. and there he was. way too tall, way too confident, and definitely checking you out.
his eyes swept over you once, lazily, before landing back on your face with a grin that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “...yeah?”
you blinked. “are you—” you glanced down at your phone, “jake?”
he leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest. “teah, that’s me. jake.” his lips quirked into a half-smirk. “and who might you be, pretty girl?”
you frowned. “the person who might rent the spare room. so maybe try using my name instead of pretty girl?”
he chuckled lowly, clearly amused. “fiesty. i like that.”
you resisted the urge to roll your eyes. this was already off to a great start.
jake walked you through the place — spacious, clean enough, two bedrooms, one kitchen, one shared living area. it was… surprisingly nice.
“this is your room,” he said, stopping at the last door. “private bathroom. lucky you.”
“lucky me,” you muttered.
he tilted his head. “you always sound this thrilled, or am i just special?”
you shot him a deadpan look. “you’re definitely something.”
he grinned. “i’ll take it.”
living with jake meant constant chaos.
he’d sing obnoxiously while showering. steal your snacks. leave his shirt half-unbuttoned while making breakfast — which you refused to admit was distracting. and was shirtless most of the time.
one night, you couldn’t sleep and walked into the kitchen for water — only to find jake sitting on the counter, shirtless, eating cereal at 2 am.
“what are you doing?” you whispered.
"midnight meal. want some?”
you squinted at him. “you’re eating straight from the box.”
he shrugged. “it tastes better this way. want a bite?”
you gave him the blankest stare imaginable. “I’m not sharing cereal with a man who flirts with his reflection.”
ot had been two days. two peaceful, silent days — until you came home from class and found him in the laundry area, holding something up with a smirk.
“don’t need a boyfriend, huh?” he drawled, dangling a lacy bra from his finger. “but I think you might be needing these, sweetheart.”
“JAKE—” you snatched it from him, your face flushing. “why the hell are you touching my laundry?”
he smirked, leaning against the counter. “it was mixed in with mine. thought i’d help sort it out.”
“help?!” you glared. “you were snooping.”
He shrugged. “can’t help it. you left your drawer open the other day—”