in which two famous teens fake date... until it becomes real.
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Y/N Novoselsky, born to two world-renowned movie stars, is attending KISS this year. Her mother is forcing her to live near her father in Korea: and woo the son of one of her co-stars...
"Dude." Q said when I got back to the dorm at noon. "Where have you been?"
"Just crashing at a friend's place." I answered nonchalantly. Q raised his eyebrows.
"I think it's more than a 'friend.'" He held up his phone with a paparazzi picture of me carrying Y/N.
"What?!" I yelled, dropping everything I was holding with a loud clatter on the floor. "Where did you find that?!"
"Bro, it's all over the internet." Dae chided in.
Q chuckled dryly. "You and Y/N will be competing with Dae and Yuri now for 'Couple of the Year.'"
"No! That's actually terrible! Y/N won't like this at all. We're not even a couple!" I groaned, flipping open my phone to text her. "I have to go apologize. I should have been more careful."
I noticed Q staring at me strangely and opened my arms questioningly. "What?"
"You must really care about her."
"I don't." I said loudly. "Don't go around telling people that."
"You didn't tell me you were dating Y/N Novoselsky." Dae said accusingly. I scoffed.
"Yeah, maybe because we barely talk anymore?"
"What were you two even doing out there?" asked Q. When I didn't answer, his face morphed into shock. "No. Don't tell me. You guys were at that crazy party that got caught last night."
"...yes."
"How did Y/N even get invited to one of those?" Dae asked.
"Ray invited her." I replied, my mood declining steeply at the mention of him. The vision of her leaning to him, inches apart, haunted my thoughts. I pushed it away to the best of my ability.
"If she's not careful, there will be rumors about her and Ray, too. And then a whole cheating scandal." Q commented.
"How would you know?" I grumped.
Q pointed to himself. "I'm an expert at celebrity relationships, if you couldn't tell. I can tell you everyone Pete Davidson has ever dated."
He retreated back into his room to change. I went back onto my phone.
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When she stopped answering my texts, I set my phone down, sighing. How could I make up for the mess I caused?
"어디 가세요?" Where are you going? I asked Dae, watching him pack his bag. "토요일이야—" It's a Saturday—
"미안해, 가야 해! 내가 바쁘지 않을 때 얘기하자." Sorry man, gotta go. We'll chat when I'm not busy, Dae answered, practically sprinting out the door.
"Thanks! Great talk!" I shouted after him in English.
Sitting down, I attempted to call Y/N. Maybe she'd pick up, and I could explain to her the situation.
