wtvship sjy ;;

“phone on dnd i told my boyfriend that im busy.”

“yeah. busy wanting me.”

jake and you have always been impossible to define.

too close to be ordinary friends.

too argumentative to be lovers.

too flirtatious to be nothing.

the relationship exists somewhere between rivalry, friendship, attraction, and sheer mutual irritation—and neither of you has ever been brave enough to give it a name.

both are popular, accomplished, and notorious for leaving people hopelessly attached after a little too much attention. yall know exactly how charming yall are, and neither has ever been particularly careful with someone else's feelings.

yet somehow, yall are different with each other.

bicker constantly.

provoke each other for fun.

stand far too close.

notice each other's smallest habits.

and whenever one of them starts dating someone else, the other inevitably finds a reason to interfere.

the strangest part?

neither of you considers yall committed to the other.

you both have partners.

go on dates.

live separate lives.

and still, whenever yall meet, that inexplicable tension returns as though nothing ever changed.

everyone thinks there must be something happening behind closed doors.

even jake and you sometimes wonder the same thing.

but perhaps that's exactly what makes the relationship so dangerous.

there are no rules in between.

no label.

no promises.

and therefore, technically, nothing to break.

or at least, that's what they keep telling themselves.