Hate To Date You ➤ Jake

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The room was silent, the weight of Jay's words hanging in the air like a storm cloud that refused to dissipate. I hadn't meant to snap at him, but the frustration I'd been holding in had finally broken free. I could still hear his voice echoing in my head, the way he'd said Jake wasn't good for me.

I hated the feeling of being misunderstood, of having someone think they knew what was best for me when they didn't have the whole picture. I didn't need his permission to make decisions, especially when it came to Jake.

I tossed and turned in bed, restless. My thoughts were all tangled up, and I couldn't shake the image of Jake's face when he left. That quiet moment between us before Jay walked in felt like something significant, something that could have changed everything.

But now, it felt like it had been ripped away.

A knock on my door interrupted my thoughts, and I froze.

"Sooah?"

It was Minji's voice, soft and hesitant. I sighed, running a hand through my hair. I was so tired of pretending like everything was fine when it wasn't.

"Come in," I muttered.

The door creaked open, and Minji stepped in, her expression full of concern. "I heard what happened," she said quietly, sitting down on the edge of my bed.

I rolled onto my side, facing her. "It's not a big deal."

She raised an eyebrow. "Don't lie to me. You looked like you were about to explode when Jay walked in."

I bit my lip. "I don't know what to do anymore, Minji."

"About what?" she asked, gently.

"About everything," I said, my voice cracking slightly. "Jake, Jay, this stupid bet... I just feel like I'm being pulled in so many directions, and I'm not sure what I want anymore."

Minji sat in silence for a moment, thinking. "You know, Sooah, the thing with Jake isn't just some game."

I shot her a confused look. "What are you talking about?"

She turned to face me, her gaze serious. "I know you've been pretending not to care. I know you've been telling yourself that it's all fake—that you're not actually interested. But deep down, I think you're scared."

I blinked, the words striking a nerve I hadn't realized existed. "I'm not scared."

Minji gave me a knowing look. "You are. You're scared of getting too close. Of letting someone in and then getting hurt. But you can't keep pretending it's nothing. You can't keep pushing him away just because you're afraid."

I opened my mouth to protest, but the words got caught in my throat. How could she be so right?

The truth was, I was scared. Scared of how much I was starting to feel for Jake, scared that everything he said and did would just end up being another cruel joke. Scared that if I let myself fall for him, I'd be left broken and humiliated when the inevitable end came.

I didn't want to be hurt again. Not by Jake, not by anyone.

But Minji wasn't wrong. I couldn't keep pretending.

"You're right," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'm scared."

Minji smiled softly, her eyes understanding. "It's okay to be scared. But you need to figure out what you want. If you don't, you'll keep running in circles."

I nodded slowly. She was right. I needed to make a choice, even if I was terrified of what that might mean.

Just then, the door creaked open again, and I looked up to see Jay standing in the doorway.

"I need to talk to you," he said quietly, his expression unreadable.

I shot Minji a look, and she stood up, squeezing my shoulder before giving me a nod and leaving the room.

Jay closed the door behind him, his eyes not meeting mine. For a moment, we just stood there, the silence stretching between us.

Finally, he spoke. "I don't want you to think I'm trying to control you, Sooah. I just don't want to see you get hurt. And Jake... he's not the guy you think he is."

I couldn't suppress the anger that rose in me. "Why is everyone so obsessed with telling me what to do? I'm not a kid anymore, Jay. I don't need you to protect me from everything."

Jay ran a hand through his hair, frustration evident on his face. "I know you're not a kid, but I care about you. And I've seen how Jake works—he gets what he wants, and when he's done, he moves on. I don't want you to be another one of his casualties."

My breath hitched, and I felt a tight knot form in my chest. "You don't know him. You don't know what he's like with me."

"Then what is it with you two?" Jay asked, his voice soft but insistent. "Are you just pretending? Is this just part of the bet?"

I didn't answer right away. My heart was racing, and I felt like the walls were closing in. How was I supposed to explain it? How could I put into words what I didn't fully understand myself?

"I don't know," I said finally, my voice strained. "But it's not just a bet anymore, Jay."

Jay looked taken aback, his eyes wide with surprise. "What do you mean?"

I stood up, pacing around the room, trying to make sense of everything. "I mean... I'm starting to care, okay? I'm starting to like him, and I don't know what to do with that."

Jay was silent for a moment, absorbing my words. Finally, he sighed, his expression softening. "I just don't want you to get hurt."

I stopped pacing and turned to face him. "You keep saying that, but it's my life, Jay. I'm not asking for your approval. I just want to figure this out on my own."

Jay gave a long, defeated sigh, his shoulders slumping. "I guess that's all I can ask for."

He turned to leave, but before he opened the door, he glanced back at me.

"Just be careful, okay?" he said quietly, and then he was gone.

I stood in the quiet room, the weight of his words pressing down on me. I was scared, yes. But I also knew I couldn't keep running away from what I felt. It was time to face the truth—whatever that truth was.

And I had to do it on my own.

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A/N: i lowkey hate this chapter its so boring sorry sillybillys :(