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dive into you

❝ dive into my heart. ❞

PAIR: bsf!swimmer!jake x fem!reader

GENRE: bsftolovers!au, fluff, angstish, humorish

WARNINGS: profanity, jealously, a lil kiss scene🤭

WC: 3.4k

SYNOPSIS: in which jake has made the grave mistake of falling for his best friend.

PLAYLIST: honesty (pink sweat$) • are we still friends? (tyler, the creator) • dive into you (nct dream)

🗒🌟lynne’s note: i didn’t do too much research on swimming so im sorry(?) i’m just going off what ik from mf movies💀 also theres a lot of mentions of wet hair and im not sure why

THE COLD WATER SPLASHES Jake’s face as he dives head first into the pool, pushing his feet off the tiled wall to move him quickly forward. The water always seemed to be an act of comfort for Jake when his mind seemed to be clouded with worrying thoughts.

One of them being you. You and Jake had been best friends since first grade. He had seen you with an awful pixie haircut that you made him swear to keep to himself. He had seen you run and slip by the pool, causing you to fracture your ankle. He had seen you sob over The Lion King.

So why did he feel this way? Why was there a heart fluttering feeling in his chest every time he heard your laugh, or every time your hand brushed slightly against his? Truthfully, it had been bothering him for quite a while. He seemed hyper-aware whenever you entered a room. He can’t seem to get you out of his head.

Jake assumes that its because you’re very involved in his life. You saw him win his very first swim race. And you also saw him lose his first swim race. You were there when he threw up just before his big history presentation. You were there for a lot of his firsts.

Sunghoon says its because he likes you.

Jake doubts it though.

Lost in thought, Jake rises from the water to be met with the sight of you. Speak of the devil. You’re sitting on the edge of the pool, legs dipped in the cool water. Your lips are pressed together and you’re looking at him with doe-y eyes.

“Y/N?” Jake blinks the water out of his eyes to refocus his gaze back onto you. “What are you doing here?” He asks, brows knitting together.

You shrug, “Just wanted to see you. Wanna get food after?” You smile, swishing your feet gently in the water. Jake hums as he places his palms on the side of the pool to push himself up and out of the pool. He sits comfortably next to you, water dripping from his form. He can smell your peach-scented shampoo when you turn to face him, the familiar fluttering feeling rushing through his veins.

“Jake! You’re all wet!” You say, shoving him away. Jake smiles and shakes his head toward you, droplets of water landing on your face and running down your cheeks. “Eat shit, Jake!” You watch him laugh as he gets up and heads to the locker rooms.

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“WHY WERE YOU AT at the pool?” You ask, mouth full of chicken. The two of you sat in a booth near the corner, at a local fried chicken restaurant. The sound of utensils clattering and the soft chatters of people’s conversation filled the air. Jake’s hair is still wet, his bangs clinging to his forehead. You always thought he looked good when he came out of the pool. Not that it mattered.

You had had a crush on Jake in the eighth grade, but the thought of you and Jake together seemed unreachable. He was your best friend, he wasn’t supposed to be anything more. And yet, eighth grade you would drop everything to be at Jake’s side. You ended up dropping the crush with fear of ruining your friendship, plus he didn’t seem too interested in you. You weren’t heartbroken, but you’re unsure if those feelings ever went away.

“Why? Can’t I swim?” he says, brows raising at the sudden question. You never questioned when he swam. “It’s just that your competition isn’t too soon,” you push around your rice grains with your chopsticks. “I don’t know, you just don’t practice this early. Is there something on your mind?”

You. Jake shakes his head to contradict his thoughts, “No, I just want a head start this season.” You hum, nudging his foot, it was something you did when in thought. “Why? Are you worried about me?” his lips curve into a teasing smile and Jake’s quick to dodge the dirty napkin thrown his way.

“I just don’t want to be the one you’re complaining too.” You roll your eyes, crossing your arms. Jake’s laughter dies down when a waiter appears.

“Can I get you anything else tod— Y/N?” the all–too–familiar voice calls out your name and you raise your head to view them. “Jaemin?” the name slips past your lips as if you knew him like the two of you were close. Jaemin was your baby project partner in your sophomore year, the two of you had grown sorta close but soon lost touch when he moved schools.

“You work here?” You ask and said boy nods, flashing a charming smile. “Yeah, I started around a month ago.” Jaemin and you engage in short conversation, catching up on each others lives, until Jake clears his throat.

“I don’t think we need anything here, Jaemin.” Jake’s bitter tone isn’t one you hear very often, but it makes its appearance today. “Right, just let me know if you do.” Jaemin sucks in air through his teeth just before smiling at you once more.

“Jake, what was that?” Your tone is also bitter. The latter shrugged dismissively, fiddling with the napkin you had thrown at him earlier. “I didn’t like his energy.”

“His energy?” You scoff disapprovingly, your lips flipping into a tight frown. Jake rubs his nape and for the first time in forever, you’re unable to read his expression. “Whatever, lets just pay and go.”

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“JAKE, DO YOU HAVE anymore quarters?” Riki pokes at Jake’s side whose too busy staring at the blank messages on his phone. You hadn’t texted him in three days, which was quite unusual. He had apologized for acting a certain way at restaurant, so why hadn’t you texted him yet? “Jake,,” Riki drawls out, tugging on Jake’s shirt like an impatient child who was promised ice cream.

“Don’t mind him,” Jay says, his hands moving quickly with the joysticks. Jay’s figure is hunched over the arcade machine, piles of winning tickets sitting on the ledge of the machine. “He’s too busy worrying about his girlfriend.”

“Y/N’s not my girlfriend.” Jake mumbles loud enough for them to hear, teeth tugging on his bottom lip.

“I never said anything about Y/N.” Jay smirks from his seat, head turning to Jake who rolls his eyes. “Shit!” Jay exclaims, realizing he had lost the game because he looked away for a split second to taunt his friend. Riki snickers and scoots Jay out of the chair, “My turn.”

“You don’t even have quarters.” Jay snorts as he watches Riki reach into one of his pockets and pull out a shiny quarter. “I do, I just wanted more.” Riki smiles mischievously, slipping the quarter into the slot and the game immediately starts up again.

“I’m going to look for Sunoo, he should’ve been back with the snacks by now.” Jake sighs in defeat, pocketing his phone. “Don’t think about Y/N too much!” Jay calls out as Jake takes his leave and Riki’s laughter follows quickly after.

As Jake wanders around the arcade, he swears he can hear your voice. But maybe he’s just having withdrawals from without hearing from you. What is he talking about? It’s only been a couple days, why is he acting like the two of you haven’t been separated before?

Jake thinks he’s losing his mind when he hears your laugh but when he turns the corner, he sees you. And you’re not alone. Jaemin and you are standing at the basketball game, laughing about something probably stupid and you attempt to shoot the mini basketball and miss. Jaemin makes a joke and you’re laughing like its the funniest thing in the world.

Jake bites his inner cheek hard to prevent him from saying anything he might regret, instead he turns his back and leaves.

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YOU HAVEN’T HEARD FROM Jake in at least a week and it’s getting worrying. You originally dropped your phone in the sink while doing the dishes and had to get it repaired, preventing you from contacting anyone. After three days without your phone, you expected there to be a couple calls or messages from Jake but, there was absolutely nothing. Just a message saying to pay your rent on time and a missed call from your mom.

You called your mom back, but there something still bugging you. So, you decided to show up at Jake’s apartment. You knock precisely three times and wait, smoothing out the creases of your jeans out of anxiousness.

Theres a shuffle and a bark on the other side and you hear him say, “Layla, its just the door.” You can see the doorknob jiggle and the lock finally clicks and the door swings open to reveal a worn out looking Jake. You can tell he just got back from the pool because of his damp hair falling just above his eyes and the smell of chlorine leeching off him.

Jake stiffens when he sees you and the door closes a little. “Y/N? What are you doing here?” he asks for the second time that week. You shift awkwardly, shoving your hands into your pockets. “You weren’t picking up my calls, so I decided to come over.”

He presses his lips together, nodding. “Yeah, my phone’s dead.” Jake knows his phone is fully charged and is pushed into the depths of his back pockets. “For a whole week your phone’s been dead?” You frown, playing with the loop of your jeans, eyes trained anywhere but your best friend.

Jake nods again, unsure about his awful lie. You can see right through him and he knows that, but you don’t say anything about it. “Maybe we can hang out tomorrow?” Your voice is quiet.

“I have a closed practice tomorrow.” The air is tense and hush. The silence eats you up and you need to something, anything. “Okay. Goodnight, Jake.”

“Goodnight, Y/N.” and the door shuts in your face.

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THE SOUND OF RAIN is harsh against the once clear window panes, streaks of water running down the sheet of glass. A small sigh escapes Jake’s slightly chapped lips as he lets his mind rest, lulling his head back on his couch.

“Stop acting so depressed and go talk to Y/N.” Sunghoon appears from the hallway, his hair damp and a towel wrapped around his neck. Taking a seat next to Jake, Sunghoon turns on the TV, adjusting the volume.

“Stop acting like you live here, seriously, it’s getting out of hand Sunghoon.” Jake turns to face his friend, who pays no attention to him. Sunghoon’s eyes are glued to the flickering scenes of some drama.

“What’s stopping you from calling Y/N? Oh yeah, you like her.” Sunghoon retorts, chuckling to himself. The sudden buzz from underneath Jake’s thigh catches his attention more than Sunghoon’s comment, he pulls his phone out, quickly reading the message he had just received.

When Jake doesn’t respond, Sunghoon’s quick to peer over at his friend’s side, but Jake’s quicker. In two seconds flat, Jake clicks off his phone and is off the couch.

The latter shoves his feet into his converse, that were previously lying by the door. “Is it from Y/N?” Sunghoon calls out, watching as Jake flings open the door. “Watch Layla!” is all he says before Sunghoon can hear the door click shut.

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IT’S BEEN NEARLY FOUR weeks since you’ve heard, seen or spoke to Jake. You think maybe this is his way of ending his friendship with you, pushing you away by making up excuses to distance himself from you.

To distract yourself, you fill your days up with Na Jaemin. He always seemed to know what to say or what to do, to reassure you about Jake. He was the only person you talked to about it and, thankfully he understood.

“Ask him to meet up,” Jaemin says over the phone, you can hear him run water on the other line. “To talk about it.”

“Are you sure? What if he doesn’t show up?” Your mind races to the worst possible scenarios at Jaemin’s suggestion. You pick at the skin around your nail out of anxiousness, teeth sinking into the plush of your bottom lip.

“Then it’s not going to be the end of the world, just try.”

And thats how you found yourself at a small coffee shop with text message to Jake about meeting you there. You chose to sit by the big front window, so Jake could spot you easier. You’re nervously drumming your fingers on the table, watching as people outside took cover from the rain by running under awnings or pulling out umbrellas from their bags.

The smell of coffee beans and freshly baked pastries infused the room as busy people traveled in and out of the door, the bell ringing with each touch. The bell rings once more and you don’t think much of it until the seat across from you is filled with your best friend.

Jake’s hair and his clothes are drenched and he’s wiping his rained-on cheek with the sleeve of his soaked hoodie (which seems a little counterproductive). His lips are slightly blue and he’s muttering curses about the rain under his breath.

Without thinking, you reach out and brush his hair out of his eyes, feeling the soft wet strands between your fingers. “Do you not have an umbrella?” You ask softly. Your hand quickly retracts itself and returns to your side when Jake looks up at you with slightly shocked eyes. You mumble a quick ‘Sorry’ to which Jake just shrugs, but you don’t notice the way his cheeks heat up.

A moment of silence passes by and it feels likes forever before someone speaks up. “How have you been?” You don’t make eye contact with him, instead you count how many napkins that are stacked on the middle right of the table.

Jake lets go of a breath, “Good.”

“Cool.”

A waitress arrives and she’s taking out her notepad, “Anything for you guys today?” The waitress’ hair is pulled back in a loose bun and she’s smiling down at you and Jake, her pen hovering over the pages of her notepad.

“Just a coffee with cream and sugar on the side for me.” You say, your voice coming out a lot smoother than expected. You look back at Jake and for the first time, he’s looking back at you. He finally tears his gaze away and tells the waitress he doesn’t need anything and thanks her.

The waitress smiles more and reaches into her apron and throws a couple sugar packets on the table, before leaving for your coffee. More awkward silence follows, but the words you need can’t seem to form.

“Jake, what are we doing?” You ask, a small chuckle that lacks of humor following after. It’s funny, you think. It’s funny how a little distance and miscommunication can seemingly ruin a friendship of eleven years.

“I’m in love with you.” Jake blurts out.

The sudden confession puts you into shock and your mouth falls open and forms an ‘o’. He even seems a little shocked at the words spilled from his lips, but he continues.

“I’ve been in love with you since, I think seventh grade, maybe sixth.” Jake exhales slowly and everything else also seems to move slower. “I just can’t stand to see you being with someone who isn’t me. I want to be the one to make you happy. To wake up next to you. To love you. Not anyone else. But despite all odds, I think I’ll always love you, even if you don’t feel the same.”

Your silence is enough for him and suddenly he’s standing up. “Jake,” his name leaves your lips as delicately as ever, but it isn’t enough to stop him. He avoids eye contact with you as he pushes in his chair, the loud sound of the chair scraping the tiled floor drowns out the sound of Jake’s fast beating heart.

Before you know it, he’s gone.

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JAKE IS FEELING NERVOUS. It’s the last race of his competition and quite truthfully, he’s been coming in third or fourth place almost every race of the competition. But how could he think about swimming, when other things clouded his head? Nonetheless, he still had a team he couldn’t let down.

Jake secures his goggles one last time before kneeling on the starting platform, fingers and toes curling over the edge for support. The water was gentle and inviting, drawing him in with every passing second.

“Three…” Out of the corner of his eyes, Jake can make out your figure. He knows you anywhere. Although his limbs were aching, the sudden appearance of you seemed to make him feel the slightest better. You’re leaning against the side of the bleachers, arms crossed and you’re peering at the swimmers.

“Two..” You finally spot Jake, sending him two thumbs up. He bites back a smile and refocuses his eyes back onto the blue water, finally feeling ready.

“One!” The referee blows the whistle and the crowds erupt into cheers as the swimmers dive in. You watch as Jake takes the lead, submerging himself further down the lanes with every kick and push. Other swimmers try to catch up, but he’s already too far down. In no time, Jake wins the race.

Jake rises from the water, head whipping to scan the scoreboard. You can tell he’s pleased when he pumps his fist in the air, grinning wider than ever. Once he’s out of the pool, his teammates are surrounding him and congratulating him for bringing it home. Even his coach seems satisfied.

But theres only one thing on Jake Sim’s mind.

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THE SOUND OF JAKE’S footsteps grow closer as he emerges from the locker rooms. He’s mindlessly scrolling through his phone as he walks, his duffle bag in the other hand. He doesn’t see you until the two of you collide and his phone clatters to the floor.

The pool is empty. It’s just you and him. The sound of the water filter and your breaths are the only things to be heard.

The two of you reach for the phone in sync, hands brushing against one another. You grab and hand it to him before standing up, not realizing how close the two of you were. Jake’s heart is beating so loud, he almost didn’t hear you mumble a small apology for bumping into him.

“I didn’t think you’d come.” Jake looks down and fiddles with his phone, before deciding to push it into the pocket of his shorts. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable or anything the other da—“

“I’m in love with you too.” The words slipping past your lips are uncalled for and Jake feels like he’s dreaming. The sound of your voice drowns out everything else and cloud nine seems just in reach.

“Since eighth grade maybe. I don’t know. But I remember admiring you so much, you put so much effort into everything and, I’m not sure. You were just always there for me—“

Jake closes the space between you two, lips pressing to yours. At first, you tense for the briefest moment out of shock before letting his lips slot against yours. It’s almost like he’s made for you, with the way he cups your cheeks and wraps his arm around your waist to draw you closer, the butterflies and fireworks going crazy in your stomach. You can smell the faint scent of chlorine and vanilla lotion when you lean further into his touch. You let your hands run through his soft hair, eliciting a deep chuckle from the back of his throat and you can feel him smile against your lips.

When you pull away, the shyness reddens your cheeks and you bury your face in Jake’s shoulder. You can feel his chest vibrate with more laughter as he brings his hands to cup your cheeks, bringing you to look at him. His lips looked the slightest bit swollen and pink but he’s smiling ear to ear. “I win.” is all he says and a look of confusion casts across your face.

“I’ve liked you longer.”

You scrunch your nose and flick his forehead, to which Jake rubs the spot where he’s been hit and feigns hurt, an unintentional pout adorning his lips. “Shut up, let’s go get dinner.” You start to walk away from him, hearing his footsteps catch up to you (although he shouldn’t be running near the pool).

“Will you give me another kiss!”

“Only if you pay for dinner!”

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