pov: “can i see?” jake carefully snatched your wrist. he looked the most worried in the crowd right now. “i’m okay, it’s just a little scratch,” you said but he cut you off. “no.” you blinked. because jake rarely sounded that serious. the two of you were in the middle of p.e. class. your section had been playing volleyball and everything had been going fine until you tried chasing a difficult ball near the sidelines. unfortunately, your foot landed awkwardly, causing you to stumble and scrape your knee against the rough court. it honestly wasn’t that bad. a little painful. a little embarrassing. but definitely not life-threatening. apparently, jake disagreed. before you could even stand properly, he was already crouching beside you. while your classmates gathered around, he carefully checked your wrist, your knee, and your ankle as though you had just survived a major accident instead of a simple fall. “jake.” “no.” “it’s literally a scratch.” “no.” “you’re being dramatic.” “no.” you stared. he stared back, then immediately looked at your knee again. which somehow proved your point. the problem was that nobody else knew you were dating. the relationship was still new. only a few weeks old. which meant your classmates were now watching this entire interaction with growing suspicion. one of your friends slowly raised an eyebrow. another looked seconds away from screaming. meanwhile, jake didn’t seem to care. not even a little. “can you stand?” “yes.” “prove it.” you rolled your eyes. then attempted to stand. unfortunately, the moment you put pressure on your foot, a small sting shot through your ankle. your expression immediately betrayed you. and unfortunately—jake noticed. that was all it took. before you could react, he suddenly picked you up completely. the entire court immediately exploded. “what?!” “no way!” “he just picked her up!” “put me down!” you yelled. “no.” you covered your face. because now every single student was staring. your p.e. teacher looked amused. your friends looked thrilled. and jake? jake simply started walking. as if carrying you through the entire campus was perfectly normal. “jake.” “no.” “everyone is staring.” “i don’t care.” “jake.” “you’re injured.” you stared at him. “i scraped my knee.” “and your ankle hurts.” you hated how accurate that was. the walk to the clinic somehow became even worse because students kept turning their heads whenever they passed by. some even stopped walking entirely. meanwhile, you wanted to disappear. jake continued carrying you anyway. only when you finally reached the clinic did he put you down. the school nurse immediately examined your injuries. thankfully, everything was minor. just a scraped knee and a slight ankle strain. nothing serious. which made jake’s reaction even funnier. “see?” you pointed proudly. “i told you.” jake crossed his arms, unconvinced. “you still got hurt.” “that’s how falling works.” the nurse laughed. jake looked offended. eventually, after your knee was cleaned and wrapped, the nurse left to grab something from another room. which unfortunately left you alone with him. the moment the door closed, you immediately smiled. because now you could finally tease him. “you carried me.” “no, i didn’t.” you gasped dramatically. “there were witnesses.” “you were hallucinating.” “jake.” “you hit your head.” “i didn’t even hit my head.” “exactly.” you laughed. meanwhile, he looked away. which immediately caught your attention. because jake only did that when he was embarrassed. your smile widened. “you were worried.” “no.” “you looked like someone shot me.” “no.” “you practically ran across the court.” “no.” you laughed harder. which only made his ears turn red. eventually, you reached over and gently poked his arm. “thank you.” that finally made him look at you. and suddenly all the teasing disappeared. just like that. because behind all the dramatics and stubbornness—he genuinely had been scared. his expression softened. “don’t do that again.” (comsec++) #enhypen #enhypenpov #jake #jakeenhypen #fyp