Only You, Jaeyun | JAKEHOON

Chapter 5

—He made lunch.

It was a Tuesday.

There was nothing special about Tuesdays—except this one.

This one started with a lunchbox.

Jake clutched it like it was a top-secret briefcase as he stepped into the classroom that morning, early again, cheeks a little red from the morning air.

Jay was already slouched in his seat like a melted popsicle, headphones in and hoodie pulled over half his face. Heeseung sat backwards in his chair, doodling on Jay’s neck with a highlighter.

“You look suspicious,” Heeseung said, pointing his marker at Jake.

Jake froze. “What?”

Heeseung tilted his head. “You’re holding that box like it’s going to explode.”

Jake held it tighter. “It’s just lunch.”

Jay cracked one eye open. “You made lunch?”

Jake nodded slowly. “Yeah… I mean, my aunt usually packs it, but I wanted to try this time.”

Jay sat up, immediately interested. “Okay, Gordon Ramsay. What’s on the menu?”

“Just sandwiches. And, um… fruit. And cookies. I made the cookies.”

Jay gasped. “Homemade cookies?!”

Heeseung raised an eyebrow. “Are you trying to bribe us?”

Jake blinked. “What? No—”

“Because it’s working,” Jay said, grabbing the lunchbox. “I accept your friendship offering. On behalf of the idiots in this classroom.”

Jake reached out, laughing. “Give it back! I didn’t say it was for you!”

Jay dodged. “Heeseung! Distract him!”

Heeseung stood up, arms wide like a goalie. “I was born ready.”

That’s how Sunghoon walked in.

To find Jake chasing Jay, Heeseung spinning in circles for no reason, and Jay shrieking about oatmeal raisin betrayal.

Sunghoon blinked once. Twice. Then walked straight to his seat like none of it concerned him.

Jake, breathless, finally pried the box back and collapsed into his chair. “You guys are insane.”

Jay grinned. “You love it.”

Sunghoon didn’t say anything.

But when lunch rolled around, he sat beside Jake on the rooftop like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Jake opened the box, a little shy. “I… made enough for everyone. If you want some.”

Heeseung picked up a cookie. “Jake. This smells like a real bakery.”

Jay took a bite and nearly wept. “Oh my god.”

Sunghoon didn’t reach for anything.

Jake hesitated. “You can have some too, Hoonie.”

Sunghoon looked at him. Then slowly picked up a sandwich. He took one bite. Chewed. Swallowed.

“…It’s good.”

Jake blinked. “You sound surprised.”

“I didn’t say I was.”

Jay clutched his chest. “He said it’s good. That’s basically five stars.”

“From him?” Heeseung said. “That’s like a Michelin rating.”

Jake beamed, ducking his head. “Thanks. I was worried.”

“You worry too much,” Sunghoon said, picking up a strawberry.

Jay leaned back, arms behind his head. “This is the life. Rooftop lunch, good food, perfect weather. All we need now is a love confession.”

Heeseung snorted. “Give it three chapters.”

Jake choked on his water. Sunghoon didn’t react—but his ears did turn a little pink.

Heeseung, noticing, looked smug.

Jay elbowed him. “Bet he’s thinking about the scarf again.”

Sunghoon gave them a look.

Jay grinned wider. “You can’t scare me. I’ve seen you cry during that one skating documentary.”

“That was Heeseung.”

“Nope. You sobbed.”

Heeseung waved his hand. “Let’s not fight over who cried harder during Blades of Glory.”

Jake giggled. “You guys are weird.”

“You love it,” they said in unison.

Sunghoon looked down at the bitten sandwich in his hand, then at Jake—sitting cross-legged, eyes bright, cheeks pink from the wind.

He didn’t say anything.

But he finished the sandwich.

After lunch, they were walking back downstairs when Jake tugged on Sunghoon’s sleeve.

“Wait—” he said. “You’ve got…” He reached up, fingers brushing lightly across Sunghoon’s cheek.

There was a crumb stuck just below his lip.

Jake plucked it off gently, laughed. “You had cookie on your face.”

Sunghoon froze.

Jay, from three steps behind, made a noise like a dying whale.

Heeseung slapped a hand over Jay’s mouth.

Jake stepped back, oblivious. “Anyway—see you in math.”

He walked off.

Sunghoon stood still for a moment, staring at the space where Jake had been.

Then he turned.

“Stop looking at me like that.”

Jay grinned like a cat. “Can’t help it. You’ve got crumbs of affection all over you.”

“Gross,” Heeseung muttered, but he was smiling too.

That night, when Jake got home, he found a new notification on his phone.

> [Unknown Number]
This is Park Sunghoon.
If you get lost again, text me.

Jake stared at it.

Then saved the number under: Hoonie❄️

end of chapter