pov: jake made you believe in love. back in high school you were his girlfriend; he did such thoughtful gestures that, for the first time in your life, you truly felt loved. he made you feel as if the world could be soft, as if it had been created just so you could stand together. you couldn’t even imagine a life without him. but one morning you woke up and there was no “good morning” message from jake. you thought maybe he had overslept and didn’t care. you got ready and went to school. you didn’t see him in class either. at break you asked his friends where he was, but they all said they didn’t know. there was something strange about it, something that gnawed at your stomach. after school you went straight to jake’s house. you rang the bell once, twice. no answer. “jake!” you called out, pressing the button again. an older man from the neighboring building noticed you standing there. he walked a little closer and said quietly, “they moved out.” you froze. “wh-where did they move to?” you asked, your voice trembling. the man only shook his head. “i don’t know, sorry.” in that instant something cracked inside you. the boy who had taught you what it meant to be loved was gone. he hadn’t even told you. the pain burned so deeply that you couldn’t cry. you went back home in a haze. in your room you shut the curtains and finally sobbed until you couldn’t breathe. for days you didn’t eat, you didn’t speak to anyone. it was as if life itself had ended. yet somewhere, faintly, you felt that you had to keep going. standing up wasn’t easy, but you forced yourself to keep busy. time moved forward, and so did you. eventually you were about to start university — the very university you and jake had once dreamed about together. but jake wasn’t there. you had been accepted in a city far away, and he had vanished like a dream. you lived, you studied, but he still lingered in your mind like a shadow that refused to leave. one day a migraine forced you to visit the hospital. when you were walking out into the cool air afterward, you caught sight of a figure in the distance. something about the slope of the shoulders, the way he turned his head— “jake!” you shouted. the man stopped. you hurried toward him. it was jake. he turned around slowly. but he didn’t look like the boy you remembered. he looked pale, tired, almost fragile. you couldn’t hold it in anymore. tears blurred your eyes as you threw your arms around him. “where have you been?” you whispered against his shoulder. jake’s eyes filled, and the words caught in his throat before he managed to speak. “i’m sorry, yn,” he said at last. “i’ve been sick for a long time… i didn’t want to hurt you by telling you. that’s why i disappeared quietly.” you gripped his coat. “i never forgot you, jake. i came to this city for the university we dreamed of. and you’re here too…” “i’m sorry, yn,” he repeated, voice breaking. “i wish i could have given you a better life.” you shook your head. “no. i don’t need anything but you, jake.” he lowered his gaze. “i’m sick. i don’t have much time left.” “i don’t care,” you whispered fiercely. “you’re the first person i ever loved.” jake held you then, wiping the tears off your cheeks with his trembling fingers. you clasped his hand. “i won’t leave you, jake,” you said. and you didn’t. every day after your classes you went to the hospital to sit beside him. you brought him books, you talked about old memories, you laughed until his coughing stopped you both. the doctors even said he was doing better. for a short while, it felt almost like hope. one morning you bought flowers for him — his favorite color, wrapped in soft paper. you walked to the hospital humming under your breath. but when you reached his room, the door was already ajar. a strange silence hung in the hallway. (comsec++) #jake #jakeenhypen #enhypenpov #fyp #fypviral - @hoonvon