✓ KISS TO KILL | JAKE

15- tattoos from hell

Jake woke up hissing in pain in the middle of the night, "fuck." The curse left his mouth as he looked for the source of the pain before his eyes locked with the new ink sprawling on his shoulder, the second he touched it he couldn't hiss again in pain. he already has a tattoo of a large and realistic-looking eye, with the iris and pupil in shades of black. The tattoo is positioned just below his shoulder, and the eye appears to be looking straight ahead. 

The tattoo is well-detailed but this new ink worked as a timeline for living on the earth. the ink formed small lines on his shoulders, he should hide it from y/n. Thinking about it Jake couldn't help himself but imagine himself away from y/n. He didn't want to go to hell- not now not ever. That same morning was different for Jake, he couldn't sleep the night, searching for a job, but luckily he doesn't-fail. He found one and more luckily. It was just near the apartment.

"I know the owner there." Y/n explains, "He's super sweet. You'd love him" Jake felt a pang of something hot and heavy in his chest and he couldn't help but think about how many other men y/n talked to on the daily. He had no clue what was wrong with him.

"That's cool," Jake replied half-heartedly, looking back down to his book.

The black-haired girl hadn't seemed to notice though, because she just hummed out an, "Mhm." and went back to reading.

Truth is, y/n didn't know what she felt toward Jake. She knew she was developing feelings for him, but she didn't know which kind.

But she was already fallen? And her brain refused the deep feelings.

For the next few days, y/n kept to herself. Thinking she didn't want to be bothered, Jake did the same. His species may not be the most stereotypically kindhearted, but with y/n, it came naturally to Jake.

On the sixth day of y/n ignoring Jake, he decided to wake up as soon as the coffeehouse across the street opened and apply for a job. 

As the door of the coffee shop swings open, Jake enters. with his tall, lanky build and relaxed gait, and messy hair that falls just above his eyebrows.

"Hi, how may I help you?" He lady  at the counter asked Jake.

Taking a deep breath, Jake asked, "Is the manager here?" As politely as he could muster.

"Yes, I can bring him out if you'd like?" She asked and Jake nodded.

"Yes, please." he took a step to the side, folding his hands behind his back as he waited looking at the coffee shop, it was a cozy and welcoming space, with warm lighting and comfortable seating. The walls are painted a soft shade of cream, and there are small potted plants scattered throughout the room, giving it a touch of greenery.

The air is filled with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods, making it a tempting place to linger.

Eventually, the bubbly brunette brought the manager back to the counter. He stepped out front, obviously curious to see who was already requiring his presence ten minutes after opening.

"How may I help you?" The young man asked.

Jake thought he was quite handsome. He looked to be in his thirties, he had pale skin, golden brown hair, and monoliths surrounding striking ocean blue eyes that you just knew weren't in contact.

Immediately, Jake was filled with an unknown sense of jealousy and he didn't know why, "Yes, my name is Jake. I'm Y/n's roommate. She said she knew you quite well." Jake repressed his anger with a tight smile.

"Ah, yes. Y/n and I go way back. She used to come here with her father. And she used also to arrange her birthdays here."  The brown golden-haired boy stopped talking when the happy memories begin to fill his brain until he cleared his through, not wanting to be awkward. " What can I do for you, sir?" He smiles jubilantly.

Instead, he remained cool and simply said, "I'm looking for a job."

"Oh." the man pondered for a second, "Well, can you make coffee?" he asked with a five o'clock shadow that gives him a rugged look. He is wearing a black leather jacket, a grey t-shirt, and faded jeans. His style is casual, but he still manages to look effortlessly cool. 

" Yes, basically all I drinks is coffee. All kinds, iced, hot, espresso, cappuccinos, lattes. I adapted quickly to making y/n one every morning." He says, recalling the countless mornings spent looking up endless concoctions of new drinks for y/n.

"Okay!" the man gave Jake two thumbs up and Jake couldn't help but think how he wanted to take the man back from where Jake came from and hang him by those thumbs. "Your training can start tomorrow if you'd like. The more hands on deck, the better," he says sweetly.

Jake nods, "Of course, that would be great:" he forces a smile back.

"We'd just need you to fill out some paperwork for us so that we have your bank account information to send your paycheck to." The man explains, walking toward the back, and motioning for Jake to follow him.

The man pushed open a door with his back, "It's just precautionary stuff, you know." he waved his hands as he spoke, grabbing a bundle of papers off his desk before handing them to Jake.

Jake nodded, taking the papers." It's a pleasure for you to be on our team, Mr. Jake?" The man said, obviously wanting his surname.

"Sim Jake." he decides on a fake surname. In all reality, he doesn't have a last name.

"Sim Jake!" The man smiled at him before holding out one to shake Jake's hand, " I'm Mark."

"Nice to meet you." Jake shakes his hand tightly, trying not to kill the man with
his grip.

"Nice to meet you." Jake shakes his hand tightly, trying not to kill the man with
his grip.

On his way back across the street, Jake looked at the papers. He needed to make a bank account.

When he got back up to y/n's-or rather their apartment, he noticed that y/n was still asleep. Quickly checking all the drawers, Jake eventually found a pen and a small notebook. Ripping out a piece of paper he writes:         'Be back soon y/n. xx. -Jake'

Getting a savings account was pretty easy for Jake, seeing as he had a good fake ID. and the young banker behind the desk found him extremely attractive. He even got a credit card.

After he'd done that and filled out the rest of his work papers, he took them back to the coffee shop and the lady gratefully took them, smiling at him before he made his way out. On the elevator ride up, Jake couldn't stop fidgeting. He was so happy to be able to do this for y/n,  seeing as she's done so much for him.

The door was unlocked just as Jake had left it. Looking at his phone, he discovered it was only eight in the morning and he had already accomplished so much in the day.

Maybe his next mission should be to get y/n to be comfortable around him again.

"Jake ?" Jake heard y/n call out for him. He followed her voice down the hallway after taking off his hand es, poking his head into the living room.

"You'll never believe what I just did" Jake grins.

"Oh, God. That face has me worried. You didn't kill someone, did you?" she asked, obviously joking but Jake took it to heart. He took everything to heart when it came to y/n.

"No, I got a job. Why would you think I would kill someone?" Jake sadly sat on the sofa next to y/n.

"Oh, I was joking, but on the bright side," she made a happy-smiley face, "where'd you get a job?"

"At the coffee shop," Jake says pridefully, proud of his work.

"That's good " y/n replied coldly before she walked her way towards her bedroom.
Jake stood thinking about the reason for the sudden change of behavior, wasn't she happy he got finally a job?

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