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when u enter the lecture hall the next day, you’re surprised to find jake already there and seated at the same spot. it seems like you’re the only two people there and u awkwardly take ur seat next to him. u had arrived early to avoid the early morning rush but u wondered what his excuse was.

“good morning.” u mumble, flashing him a small smile. u take the chance to observe him, frowning slightly when you watch him push up his glasses as he continues to read a heavy chemistry textbook. since when did he have glasses?

his eyes flicker to urs as u unpack. “good morning.”

“what’s with u?”

jake clears his throat. “what do u mean?”

ur frown transitions to a grimace. “why are u talking like that? did u break something of mine?”

"no-" he replies.

u stare at him and watch as he fidgets under ur gaze. “are u feeling sick? did u eat something wrong? why are u talking like that?”

“i’m not sick. what part of me looks sick?"

“hey, no need to get defensive. i’m just saying you’re usually not this…” u watch him as you wrack ur brain, trying to find a word to describe this situation. “c…”

jake leans forward. “yes?”

“crazy.”

he falls back in his chair, groaning, textbook forgotten and placed harshly down on the table with a thud.

u tilt your head. “where's hoon? u guys didn’t come to class together? don’t tell me u fought.”

jake peers up and frowns. “no, can i not show up to class early just because i feel like it?”

“it would be extremely out of character, yeah.” u rest ur chin on ur hand as u watch jake mutter to himself, his jaw jutted out and his nose scrunched.

he was clearly unhappy, it didn’t take a scholar to know. it might take a genius to figure out why though. the more u thought about it, the more it made sense. the way he was acting now was like a mockery to sunghoon’s usual behavior.

“are u trying to be like hoon?” u try.

jake whirs around to face u. “what?”

“well, you’re trying to be all, what was that word you used earlier? more considerate.” he keeps staring at you and u clear ur throat. “like more well-mannered. more calm.”

he doesn’t register ur question. “u think sunghoon is well-mannered?”

“well, yes?”

“and calm?”

u nod. “at least more than u.”

“do u think he’s interesting too? sporty? smart? funny?” he pauses. “good-looking?”

the questions throw u off guard and u sit up. “what? where is this coming from?”

“oh my god, u do.”

“no? i mean, i think hoon’s great and everything—”

“u think sunghoon’s great?”

“don’t u?”

“u think sunghoon’s hot.” he concludes. “and u think sunghoon’s great"

"i didnt say all of that! why are u putting words in my mouth?"

"i don't know. why don't u tell me?"

the door to the lecture room is thrown open and sunghoon steps through, rubbing the back of his neck. he yawns on his way to his chair and it wakes him up, looking between u and jake as u both watch him enter.

“jake’s being weird.” u snitch. “are u guys fighting?”

“how should i know? i thought we were doing okay. jake, if i did something, use ur words and tell me.”

"i'll use my words to tell u to suck my dick instead."

"so i did do something. you're so predictable, jake."

u snicker as jake huffs and glances away, intent on ignoring sunghoon’s pestering.

jake clears his throat. “for me, i like someone who i'm already comfortable with. someone i already know.”

at his words, u look over at him and find him already staring. he frowns when u don't give him any other reaction.

slowly, you draw connections between your conversation with jake and the talk you had with heeseung yesterday morning. an epiphany shoots through you and you cover your mouth to hide a gasp.

someone he knew? acting strange? getting mad when you said you liked sunghoon?

just as you were about to face your professor again, jake’s head shifts and his eye flicks over to yours. they widen when he finds you, and you’re sure you’re in a similar shocked state.

oh my god, you think, eyes darting between him and the other boy in the room.

jake has a crush on sunghoon. ( which was infact wrong, jake actually likes you. )