In which
He has spent years making sure she never forgets him.
or
In which
She has spent years hating him
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Sooah has always despised Jake-her brother's best friend and the guy who's made it his life's mission to tease her at every opportuni...
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Only Love Can Hurt Like This -
༉‧₊˚."Must've been a deadly kiss Only love can hurt like this"˚⋆𝜗𝜚˚⋆
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A week had passed since Jake and I had confessed to each other, and the final day of the bet had arrived. The entire school was buzzing with excitement, as Jongwon stood in front of the class, practically beaming.
"Congratulations, you two!" he called out to Jake and me, clapping his hands loudly. "You both made it through the 30 days without any major incidents. You've completed the bet with flying colors!"
I offered a weak smile, trying to hide the unease that was crawling up my spine. I should've been relieved, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong.
Jake wasn't here.
He hadn't shown up to school today, and it felt... wrong. We had spent every day of the past week together—talking, laughing, going on dates, and even getting closer than I'd ever imagined possible. So why wasn't he here today?
Maybe he's just busy today, I tried to reason with myself. But the more I thought about it, the more anxious I felt. He hadn't even texted me this morning, which wasn't like him. We always texted before school.
I glanced at my phone once more, willing it to buzz with a message from him. But it stayed silent.
The bell rang, signaling the end of the school day, but my mind wasn't on the lessons or the noise of everyone packing up to leave. I couldn't focus.
Jake's absence was gnawing at me, pulling at my insides, making me feel more uneasy than I cared to admit. He'd been so present in my life recently, and the thought of something being wrong made me feel helpless.
I shoved my things into my bag, barely acknowledging the people around me as I walked out of the classroom. I couldn't stop thinking about Jake.
Where is he? What happened?
I couldn't ignore the worry eating away at me any longer. After a moment of hesitation, I made up my mind. I was going to his house.
Jake's family had always been like my second family. I had known them for years—since we were kids. His mom had always been kind to me, and we had a close bond. If something was wrong, she'd know. She'd have to.
I didn't even think about it further. I grabbed my jacket and hurried out the door, my heart pounding in my chest.
When I arrived at Jake's house, I found his mom standing by the door, looking slightly worried.
"Sooah," she greeted me with a soft smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "I'm afraid Jake isn't feeling well today. He's been in his room all day."
I felt a knot tighten in my stomach. Jake wasn't feeling well? That didn't sound like him. He'd been fine yesterday. In fact, he'd been more than fine; we had even laughed about how the bet was almost over.
