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members: enhypen jake, jay

synopsis: [1st person/omniscient pov] you begin your first day of work with your boyfriend sending you there but amidst all your first-day jitters, you find out that the new CEO-in-training was your best friend who moved away a decade ago.

additional fictional characters: nam go eun | kim ji hyuk | yang mi rae | koo woo shik | kwon jung hwan | james park | yoon se won

genres: bf! jake x fem! reader, childhood best friend! jay x fem! reader, angst, fluff, suggestive material, F2L, angst, fluff, crack, established r/s

warnings: cursing

taglist:@changminurheart@allorysayshi@en-boyz@vantxx95@from-xero@wooyoung-a@changmin-wrlds@nashionalpotatocorner@sapphydean@haechanhues@axartia @sjakewrld​ 

wc: 16.6k words (this is so fucking long)

ost:sunwoojunga - timing|enhypen - just a little bit|keane - somewhere only we know|the 1975 - robbers|urban zakapa - i don’t love you 

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you remember how it was back then.

the gashapon station was filled with at least 3 rows of machines and there was a particular one you loved. it was a stereotypical pink and white one with a hello kitty label on it, and your head is tilted, trying to read the faded japanese words on it.

you wanted it, but your parents told you that a dollar for a toy you’ll probably lose or forget about wouldn’t be worth it, so you had gotten used to just reading the labels or looking at the pictures.

“do you have a dollar to get it?”

you turn, looking at a boy slightly tinier than you. you turn back to the machine, pouting as you pick at your fingers.

“i want it, but mummy and daddy say that i’ll probably lose it.”

“it’s just a dollar,” the boy fumbles through a tiny pouch he had clasped in his hands. he unzips it, the clinking between the coins taking your attention again. his tiny fingers cover barely half the surface of the coin as he holds it out.

“really?” you excitedly take the coin from him, grinning at it and even squinting to see your reflection in the metal.

“it’s okay! i have too many at home anyway.”

you clutch the coin in your palm before rushing forwards to the machine and slotting the coin in. with a considerable amount of strength for a 6-year-old, you finally turn the knob and the pink ball drops into the dispenser’s container.

you can’t crack it open though, so the boy takes (read: kind-of-snatches) it from you and tries to open it too, but to no avail.

“jay!”

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