Post by @anasthezia

pov: Your bedroom window faced the second floor of the house next door. Not just any house. It belonged to Jake Sim. One of the country's biggest celebrities. You'd lived beside each other for almost a year, yet you'd never actually spoken. His schedules were unpredictable. Sometimes he'd leave before sunrise. Sometimes he wouldn't come home until midnight. Sometimes not at all. You never meant to pay attention. Really. But every night, while working on architecture plates and sketching floor plans at the drafting table beside your window, you'd notice the lights in Jake's room flicker on. It slowly became a habit. A dangerous one. Without realizing it, you began looking at the window before you even looked at your unfinished drawings. "He's home." That simple thought somehow made the night feel lighter. One evening, you were finishing a perspective drawing when the lights in Jake's room finally turned on. You instinctively looked up. Jake walked inside, shoulders slumped. He tossed his bag onto a chair and sat on the edge of his bed, rubbing his face with both hands before letting out a long sigh. He looked... Different. Exhausted. Almost defeated. Your pencil hovered above your paper. Without thinking, you grabbed a clean sheet and wrote in large letters. ARE YOU OKAY? You held it against the glass. Jake didn't notice. You waved it a little. His eyes finally wandered toward your window. He frowned in confusion before standing and walking closer. When he read your message, he let out a silent laugh. He disappeared for a moment. When he returned, he held up a notebook. YEAH. JUST A REALLY LONG DAY. You smiled. You quickly scribbled another. YOU LOOKED SAD. Jake scratched the back of his neck before writing again. I'M OKAY. THANK YOU FOR ASKING. 😊 You couldn't help smiling. GO TAKE A SHOWER FIRST. Jake pointed at himself with an exaggerated expression. Then nodded obediently. Before walking away, he held up one last message. GOOD NIGHT, NEIGHBOR. You laughed quietly. "Good night..." The next night... He was already waiting by the window. Holding a whiteboard. You burst into laughter. From then on, every night became your little tradition. No phone numbers. No social media. Just conversations through windows. Jake: How's the drawing? You: My professor hates everything I make. Jake: Impossible. You: You haven't seen it. Jake: I don't need to. Another night— Jake: I danced for eleven hours today. You: Stretch before sleeping. Jake: Yes, ma'am. Jake: Did you eat dinner? You: ...Maybe. He immediately erased his board. Then wrote in huge letters. THAT'S NOT AN ANSWER. You laughed so hard your marker slipped. Weeks became months. You learned that Jake wasn't as intimidating as everyone thought. He talked a lot. He loved terrible dad jokes. He'd proudly show you the burnt toast he made for breakfast. He'd complain about choreography. He'd ask to see your finished building models. He always clapped dramatically whenever you finished another project. And somehow... He became the favorite part of your day. You didn't realize you'd fallen for him until one night... His room stayed dark. "It's probably work." You told yourself not to overthink. The next night... Still dark. A week passed. Then two. Almost three. Nothing. Every evening you'd sit at your drafting table anyway, pretending to draw while your eyes kept drifting toward the empty window. You searched his name online every day. No recent appearances. No updates. No pictures. Your chest tightened with worry. Twenty days later... You were absentmindedly sketching when a familiar light suddenly illuminated the room across yours. Your head snapped up. Jake. He looked thinner. Tired. His hair was longer than before. #simjaeyun #jake #enhypen #enhypenau