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pairing: seungcheol x reader
synopsis: Y/N accidentally sends a breakup text meant for her ex to her new boss β Choi Seungcheol. Instead of firing her, he offers to be her fake boyfriend to make the ex jealous. The plan works too well, and now sheβs fending off both men... while catching feelings for her boss.
wc: 4.9k
genre: Fluff, Office Romance, Fake Dating, Romance Comedy
warning: Fluff, Crying (breakdown in the printer room), Mentions of ex, Meetup with said ex, Mutual Pining, Cheesy flirting (Seungcheol is serious but sweet), Minor Jealousy,
a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHEOLLIE!!! WOULD GIVE YOU A TREAT
You donβt realize your mistake until the message bubble turns green.
A single line of textβfirebomb-level destructive, somehow both petty and poetic β stares up at you with a wicked little smirk.
βI hope your next girlfriend knows the breakup playlist I made was about you and that you cried to Taylor Swift. Twice.β
Sent.
Not to your ex.
To your boss.
Choi Seungcheol.
CEO. Of. The. Company.
You fling your phone across the bed like it burned you, and your life flashes before your eyesβnot the sweet nostalgic kind, but the HR-violation, resume-rewriting, LinkedIn-updating kind.
Your group chat explodes within seconds.
[Group Chat: Chaos Coven]
Juri:
what did u do.
Hana:
Y/N. SAY SOMETHING.
You:
it was supposed to go to Minjae
THE PLAYLIST TEXT
i sent it to SEUNGCHEOL
Juri:
YOUR. BOSS???
Hana:
pack your things. dye your hair. flee the country.
Juri:
can i have your bluetooth speaker
You:
THIS IS NOT THE POINT
You donβt know whether to throw up or scream into your pillow, so you do both, in that order.
Minutes drag by. Maybe heβs busy. Maybe heβll think itβs spam. Maybe you typed so fast autocorrect changed βMinjaeβ to βSeungcheolβ somehow?
Your phone buzzes.
You sit up slowly, dreading the notification, a gulp caught in your throat. Your worst fear is confirmed.
β
[Text β CEO (ok, thatβs new)]
CEO:
Wellβ¦ I wasnβt expecting that kind of honesty.
But I did cry. Twice. Taylor hits hard.
Alsoβwant to make your ex cry harder?
β
You blink.
What.
β
You:
sorry???
that was not meant for you oh my god
please donβt fire me i can bring you coffee and delete the servers
CEO:
Donβt worry about it.
I have a stupid idea, but it might actually help you.
Want to make him jealous?
Heβs joking. Has to be. You pace, holding your phone like itβs made of live wire. He texts again.
CEO:
Iβll be your fake boyfriend.
You get closure, I get to avoid another company dinner alone. Win-win.
You nearly choke on your own breath. Your bossβyour unfairly attractive, sometimes-too-nice, definitely-too-intimidating bossβis offering to be your fake boyfriend?
You respond the only way you can:
β
[Group Chat: Chaos Coven]
You:
what the actual hell is going on
Juri:
YOUβRE FAKE DATING YOUR BOSS NOW????
Hana:
this is better than any drama
iβm making popcorn.
Juri:
youβre going to catch feelings
You:
i will not
Hana:
you absolutely will
You:
iβm still spiraling can we circle back to the part where i ACCIDENTALLY EMOTIONALLY BLACKMAILED MY BOSS
Juri:
he emotionally bonded instead.
Hana:
did he use a taylor swift lyric?
You:
NO
β¦i think
β
You donβt sleep that night.
Instead, you stare at your ceiling, thinking about Taylor Swift, corporate doom, and the way Choi Seungcheolβs name sits in your messages like it was always meant to be there.
β
Itβs supposed to be a soft launch.
Just a casual post on Seungcheolβs Instagram storyβa blurry photo of two coffees, one marked βY/Nβ in loopy handwriting. No tags, no faces, no captions except a single emoji: π.
You choke on your tea when you see it.
βHE POSTED YOU?β Juri screeches through the phone, voice distorted by wind and fury. βHE JUST? SOFT LAUNCHED YOU? ON HIS MAIN?β
βI didnβt even know he took a picture!β
βDo you know how many employees follow him?β Hana yells from the background. βYouβre already on gossip accounts!β
βWhat-β you open Instagram, hands shaking. βNo way.β
You search.
You find it.
An account called @/KworkKtea has already posted a collage of evidence:
βmystery girlβs coffee name = confirmed Y/N from financeβ
βseen walking into his building twice in the last week πβ
βsource says she made him smile at the Q3 report meeting???β
And the worst part?
Thereβs a poll.
Is Choi Seungcheol in love?
β YES, 72%
β no, 28%
(these are the delulu exes probably)
You consider walking into traffic. Or HR. Whichever is closer.
β
You storm into Seungcheolβs office first thing the next morning. Heβs mid-sip of an energy drink when you slam your phone on his desk, screen open to the post.
βWhat. Is. This.β
He blinks. βPublic perception?β
βI said fake dating, not PR chaos!β
He has the audacity to look confused. βPeople love us.β
βPeople donβt even know me.β
He shrugs. βThey will.β
You nearly combust. βYou soft launched me without consent!β
βI thought it was a nice coffee picture!β
You stare at him. He stares back.
This is, technically, your boss.
This is also, technically, the man who is now listed as your alleged boyfriend on three workplace forums.
βIβm going to have a stroke,β you whisper.
He softens, setting down the drink. βHey. Iβll fix it, if itβs too much. Iβll post a meme or distract the algorithm. Butβ¦ can I say something?β
You blink. βYouβre going to anyway.β
βI meant it as a thank you,β he says, voice quiet now. βFor helping me. For making things easier. For being someone I can trust to hold this chaos with me.β
Your stomach flips.
Itβs not even the words that undo you. Itβs the way he says them β not like a script, but like a secret.
β
[Group Chat: Chaos Coven]
You:
he soft launched me and then soft confessed???
Juri:
define βsoftβ because i think youβre in love
Hana:
trusts you with chaos??? itβs over for you girl
You:
iβm being normal about it
iβm being CHILL
iβm not rereading the text 6 times
Juri:
youβre lying
Hana:
and shaking
You:
mind your business
β
A week later, he asks if you want to join him for a company dinner.
A very public, very board-filled dinner.
βItβll sell the illusion,β he says, straightening his sleeves. βBut no pressure. We can always say youβre sick or in Bali.β
You exhale slowly. βDo I have to wear heels?β
He grins. βOnly if you want to see me flustered.β
β
The dinner is ridiculous. The room is full of power suits, champagne, and cautious small talk.
You expect to be ignored.
You expect to be judged.
Instead, you are introducedβofficially introducedβby Seungcheol himself.
βThis is Y/N,β he says. βSheβs brilliant. Sheβs keeping me sane.β
It shouldnβt mean anything.
Youβre playing a part.
But when his hand lingers at the small of your back, warm and protective
When he laughs at your joke before anyone else does
When he looks at you during a toast instead of the room
You realize something terrifying.
Youβre not soft launching anymore.
Youβre falling.
β
You wake up to the kind of email that makes your soul leave your body.
You sit frozen in your desk chair, eyes wide, until your chat pings.
Seungcheol:
donβt panic π
iβll handle it
come to the 9am with snacks
You reply with:
You:
YOU GOT US HR-SUMMONED.
FOR YOUR INSTAGRAM STORY.
Seungcheol:
correction: for my aestheticand your coffee handwriting
You:
I shouldβve just sent that breakup text to my ex. At least HE wasnβt being monitored by compliance.
β
9:00 AM β HR Office (Aka The Firing Room)
The HR rep, Haein, is devastatingly pretty, unreadable, and sipping a colorless green juice. She gestures to two chairs. You take one. Seungcheolβof courseβleans casually against the wall like this is a press shoot.
βSo,β Haein says, smiling like a guillotine. βI just wanted to follow up on someβ¦ observations.β
You open your mouth. Seungcheol beats you to it.
βWeβre dating.β
You nearly fling your bag across the room.
Haein raises a brow. βOfficially?β
βYes,β he says smoothly. βRomantically. Exclusively. Legally, if necessary.β
You make a choking noise.
Haein types something ominously into her laptop. βInteresting. And this relationship beganβ¦?β
βLast week,β you blurt. βRoughly. A little after the Q3 wrap meeting.β
βI see.β She pauses. βJust so youβre aware, interdepartmental relationships arenβt prohibited, but they must be disclosed. And should any conflicts of interest arise, especially with one of you in a supervisory role-β
βSheβs ungovernable,β Seungcheol says solemnly. βDefinitely not under my influence.β
βChoi,β you hiss, elbowing him in the ribs.
Haein stares. βRight. And you understand that public social media displays, especially when involving direct reports, can create an appearance of favoritism?β
You nod so hard your brain rattles. βTotally understood. No more soft launches.β
βMm.β She clicks her pen. βAndβpurely hypotheticallyβif this were a fake relationshipβ¦β
You stop breathing.
Seungcheol leans in slightly. βBut itβs not. Weβre disgustingly into each other.β
βI made him a Google Calendar invite for our first kiss,β you lie.
Haein doesnβt blink. βYouβre both insufferable. Meeting adjourned.β
β
[Group Chat: Chaos Coven]
You:
hr hates me
Juri:
hr is jealous of you
Hana:
whatβs the legal status of pretending to kiss someone for a calendar invite
You:
spiritually illegal
Juri:
was he hot in the meeting tho
You:
unreasonably
leaned against the wall like a ceo/vampire hybrid
Hana:
youβre going to fall for him for real
You:
gonna? bestie iβm already on the floor
β
After the HR incident, you expect Seungcheol to back off.
He does not.
He sends you morning coffees with sticky notes that say things like "for my favorite corporate liability π."He walks you out of the building with his hand at your waist like this is some K-drama and not a financial district.
He flirts. Constantly.
And youβprofessional, stable, emotionally intelligent youβflirt back.
Itβs not real.
Itβs not.
Until it starts to feel like it is.
β
Youβre at your desk, finishing reports, when he sends a message.
Seungcheol:
got a meeting in 10. do i look okay?
You glance up. Heβs across the office in the glass boardroom, holding his phone like a teenage girl at a sleepover. Heβs wearing his navy suitβthe one that does things to your pulseβand that dumb dimpleβs showing.
You type back.
You:
you look like a man who just made someone fall in love with him in a google calendar
He doesnβt respond immediately.
Thenβ
Seungcheol:
i hope itβs you.
β
You sit frozen, half-blinking, heart punching your ribs.
Thereβs something deeply humiliating about crying in a copy room.
Maybe itβs the sound of the paper tray thudding like a heartbeat. Maybe itβs the way the fluorescent light reflects off your tears like a bad indie film. Or maybe itβs because your fake boyfriend is standing outside the door, knocking gently like a damn Hallmark character.
βHey,β Seungcheol says. βY/N? You okay in there?β
You swallow a sob, which only makes it louder. Fantastic.
βFine!β you croak. βTotally fine! Just the toner fumes!β
A pause. Then, quieter: βIs this about the press leak?β
You freeze.
Of course he knows.
The article had dropped half an hour ago:
βCEO Choi Seungcheol Dating Internal Hire?β
Complete with blurry photos, fan theories, and a very smug screenshot of his Instagram soft-launch.
The whole building saw it. The company Slack is one wrong emoji away from imploding.
βItβs not your fault,β he says through the door. βItβs mine.β
You wipe your face with your sleeve, a piece of copy paper stuck to your wrist. βNo, itβs not. I shouldβve said no to all of this. I shouldβveβgod, I donβt even know what weβre doing anymore.β
βThen letβs figure it out,β he says softly. βTogether.β
You laugh. Itβs watery and sharp. βWeβre not actually together, Seungcheol. Remember?β
Another silence. Longer.
Then, very quietly:
βBut I want to be.β
β
[Group Chat: Chaos Coven]
You:
so
the ceo of this company just confessed to me
Juri:
???
Hana:
wait like
confessed confessed???
You:
said he WANTS to be together
Juri:
omg
do you want to be together with him
You:
i donβt know
it was supposed to be fake
Hana:
babe your heart is not fake
You:
heβs my BOSS
Juri:
and youβre his BRAIN
Hana:
and youβre hot.
like, professionally hot.
so heβs right.
β
You expect him to pull back after the confession.
He doesnβt.
He brings you tea the next morning. Doesnβt say anything. Just places it on your desk like itβs a peace offering.
Later, you find a message:
Seungcheol:
iβm not expecting anything
just wanted you to know i meant it
no more pretending if you donβt want to
but i still like you. fake label or not.
You stare at the screen.
Then your heart does something dangerous.
It softens.
β
That night, you sit on your bed, staring at the Google Calendar invite from weeks ago.
Title: First (fake) kiss
Time: 6 minutes after our imaginary anniversary dinner
Location: Somewhere cinematic
You click on βEdit.β
Then, without thinking, you change the title.
Title: First kiss (maybe real?)
Note: Just in case.
β
The next day, you pass him in the hallway.
He doesnβt say anything. Just gives you a little smile.
You almost donβt do it.
But something in your chest takes over.
You reach out and slip your fingers around his wrist.
βSeungcheol,β you say softly.
He stops. Looks at you like youβre gravity itself.
βIf we do this for real,β you say, βyou canβt soft launch me again. The next time you post me, I want it loud.β
His eyes crinkle. βDeal.β
Then, like itβs the most natural thing in the world, he lifts your hand and kisses your knuckles. Just once. Just long enough to make your bones melt.
The copy room doesnβt feel so embarrassing anymore.
β
You wear your best Casual Friday outfit and feel anything but casual.
Because how are you supposed to look effortlessly chic when the CEO (your fake boyfriend, maybe-real crush, habitual knuckle kisser) keeps glancing at you like youβre the sun and heβs never seen light before?
He doesnβt say anything at first. Just watches as you sip your coffee and scroll through your inbox, entirely pretending to not be melting under his gaze.
Then:
βAre you doing anything after work?β
Your hand jerks. Coffee spills on your desk. βWhat?β
Seungcheol blinks. Then quickly grabs tissues. βI meant likeβdinner? As two people. Who enjoy each otherβs company. With possiblyβ¦romantic undertones?β
You stare at him. βYouβre asking me on a real date.β
βYes.β
βAfter I spilled coffee all over myself.β
βYou still look incredible.β
βSeungcheol.β
βYes?β
βStop flirting. Iβm vulnerable and damp.β
β
You say yes.
Of course you say yes.
And the office explodes with theories when he walks you out of the building.
He opens the door for you like youβre royalty. Offers you his coat when the wind picks up. You catch the reflection of a coworkerβs jaw physically dropping in the elevator glass.
You lean in.
βBet they think weβre doing this for show,β you whisper.
He looks down at you.
βLet them,β he murmurs. βBut this partβs for me.β
And then, in full view of the security camera, he presses a kiss to your temple. Gentle. Reverent. Real.
β
[Group Chat: Chaos Coven]
Hana:
SOOOOOO
Juri:
[image attachment: you and seungcheol on a sidewalk, his hand on your lower back, both of you glowing like a pinterest couple]
Hana:
CARE TO EXPLAIN????
You:
um
itβs casual friday
Juri:
BABE YOUβRE IN HIS COAT
You:
okay. itβs slightly less casual friday.
β
Dinner is⦠magical.
Not in the grand, candlelit, cinematic sense.
Itβs just a tiny place tucked behind your apartment complex, where the staff knows your name and the food is warm and greasy and perfect.
But he listens when you talk. Really listens.
You tell him about your old dreams. Your worst heartbreak. The fact that your favorite flower isnβt roses, but freesia, because your grandmother used to grow them outside her window.
He absorbs it all.
At one point, you realize heβs not even eating anymore.
Heβs just watching you.
βWhat?β you ask, self-conscious.
He smiles. βJust memorizing.β
β
Afterward, he walks you to your door.
βWant to come in?β you ask.
His brows lift. βThatβs bold.β
βI just meant for tea.β
βThatβs somehow bolder.β
You both laugh.
But thenβhe steps closer. His hand lifts to your cheek.
βYou donβt have to invite me in,β he says softly. βIβd wait outside all night if you asked me to.β
You blink.
βWhy?β
βBecause youβre the first thing thatβs made sense in months.β
Your heart trips.
He catches it. With his voice. With his eyes. With all the stupid, tender feelings wrapped up in this ridiculous arrangement you fell into by accident.
He doesnβt kiss you.
He justβ¦leans in. Foreheads touching. Breath shared.
And somehow, itβs better than any kiss.
β
[Late Night Text β Seungcheol]
Seungcheol:
just wanted to say
thank you
for not being afraid of how messy this got
i know we didnβt start this the normal way
but i donβt think iβve ever liked someone this much
and iβm terrified
but also really, really happy
also:
freesia
noted πΌ
β
You should have said no.
You should have blocked your ex the moment his name popped up on your screen with a casual:
βHey, Iβm in town. Want to catch up?β
You meant to ignore it.
But youβre an idiot.
So now youβre hereβwearing your most emotionally detached outfit and regretting your life choicesβbecause apparently closure is a drink you share over overpriced cocktails.
And of course, the moment your ex walks in, he looks exactly the same.
Same smug smile. Same arrogant half-buttoned shirt. Same faint trace of cologne that used to make you weak in the knees.
He hugs you like he earned it.
βSo,β he says, already ordering for you. βStill writing poetry in spreadsheets? Or have you upgraded to being the CEOβs pet project?β
You blink.
βExcuse me?β
βOh, come on. Iβve seen the tabloids. βMysterious New Flame of CEO Choiβ? That's not accidental.β
You open your mouth to snap something backβbut a voice behind you beats you to it.
βYouβre right,β Seungcheol says, casually sliding into the booth beside you. βItβs not accidental. I picked her on purpose.β
β
Your ex stares. βWho-?β
βHer boyfriend,β Seungcheol says, clapping a hand on your shoulder like this is his show now.
You whip your head toward him, eyes wide. βHowβhow did you find me?β
βLocation-sharing. You never turned it off after that wine festival.β
You gape. βThat was months ago.β
He shrugs. βIβm thorough.β
β
The tension at the table is so thick it might need its own drink menu.
Your ex clears his throat, clearly flustered. βDidnβt mean to offend. Justβ¦ surprised. She usually went for less controlling types.β
βControlling?β Seungcheol repeats, voice suddenly all steel.
βShe hated being told what to do,β your ex continues with a smirk. βBut I guess every girl gets tired of chasing pipe dreams eventually.β
You make a sound halfway between a gasp and a growl. βYou donβt know anything about me anymore.β
βI know enough.β
Seungcheol puts his arm around you. βYou know nothing. Sheβs brilliant. Sheβs brave. And sheβs the best damn thing thatβs ever happened to me.β
Silence.
Your ex looks⦠uncomfortable.
Good.
He stands. βWell. Itβs beenβsomething. Take care of yourself.β
You donβt say goodbye.
Neither does Seungcheol.
β
Outside, you lean against a wall and exhale shakily.
Seungcheol leans beside you. Quiet.
Finally: βI wasnβt trying to crash your dinner. I just saw where you were and panicked.β
You donβt respond.
He tries again. βYou okay?β
You nod. βI shouldβve known better.β
He looks at youβreally looks at you. βDonβt beat yourself up. Closureβs a liar. You donβt owe that guy anything.β
You glance down at your heels. βI think I just wanted to prove I wasnβt the mess he left behind.β
βYou didnβt have to prove anything.β
He reaches for your hand.
βYouβre not a mess,β he says quietly. βYouβre the whole damn masterpiece.β
β
[Group Chat: Chaos Coven]
Hana:
did he really show up
You:
yes. like a bad haircut.
Juri:
AND SEUNGCHEOL JUST???
You:
stormed in. defended my honor. held my hand.
Hana:
thatβs the most romantic thing since juri cried at her own proposal
Juri:
IT WAS THE MUSIC
You:
i think iβm in trouble.
Hana:
oh babe
youβre in love.
β
Later that night, you find a small bouquet placed at your front door.
Not roses. Not lilies.
Freesias.
With a note:
βFor closure. And for everything after it. -SC.β
β
You are not panicking.
You are simply adjusting to the reality that you are Seungcheol Choiβs date to the biggest company event of the year, where everyoneβincluding your coworkers, your enemies, and that weird guy from IT who always microwaves fishβwill be watching your every move.
Your phone buzzes.
Hana:
is he hot or is he i might actually fall in love with my fake boyfriend hot
You:
shut up
Hana:
so hot then
β
The moment you step into the ballroom, itβs like a movie scene.
Crystal chandeliers.
Golden light.
Soft jazz.
And Seungcheol beside you, in a black suit so sharp it could cut glass, offering you his arm like this isnβt fake. Like this is the most natural thing in the world.
"You okay?" he murmurs, his hand brushing your lower back.
"Yes," you lie.
You are not okay.
You are freaking out because his cologne is perfect and his touch is warm and when he turns to you, he smiles like you belong here with him.
β
Across the room, someone gasps.
"Is that the CEO with his girlfriend?"
You almost correct them. Almost.
But then Seungcheol says it first.
βYeah,β he says casually, like heβs done it a hundred times. βSheβs mine.β
β
You turn toward him slowly. βSheβs yours?β
βTemporarily,β he adds, mouth twitching.
You squint. βSo you do know this is fake.β
He grins down at you, utterly infuriating. βItβs fake. But the dress? Thatβs real.β
You flush.
You told him not to say anything like that.
He ignored you on purpose.
β
Halfway through the night, after smiling until your cheeks ache and answering a hundred polite βhow did you two meet?β lies, you sneak outside to breathe.
Seungcheol follows. Of course he does.
βYou okay?β he asks again, this time softer.
You sit on the edge of a marble fountain. βThis whole night feels like Iβm playing a character.β
βYouβre not,β he says. βYouβre the main event.β
You roll your eyes. βSmooth.β
βAccurate.β
He sits beside you. You look at the sky.
Quiet hum of city traffic. A streetlamp flickering nearby. The soft thump of music from inside.
Thenβ
βYouβre doing amazing, by the way,β he adds. βPeople think I upgraded.β
You snort. βYou did. From single and brooding to fake-dating a disaster in heels.β
He chuckles. βYouβre not a disaster.β
βYou havenβt seen my kitchen sink.β
βIβd marry you just to fix it.β
You stare.
He freezes.
"...I didnβt mean that."
βYou kind of did.β
βOkay but likeβhypothetically.β
Youβre both quiet.
Then you laugh, half-crazed. βYou canβt say that. Not while Iβm in heels and emotionally unstable.β
βIβll take note.β
β
Inside again. More dancing. More watching.
Then suddenly-
A flash of camera. A reporter. "One photo for the company archives?β
Before you can protest, Seungcheol slips his arm around your waist and kisses your temple.
Soft.
Gentle.
Like itβs not the first time.
Like itβs not a lie.
β
You donβt know how you walk to the car. Or how you manage not to hyperventilate when the driver rolls the windows up and the city disappears behind tinted glass.
You donβt say anything until the silence becomes unbearable.
ββ¦You kissed me.β
βYou had glitter on your temple.β
βYou kissed me.β
He doesnβt look at you. βDo you want me to apologize?β
You pause. βNo.β
ββ¦Do you want me to do it again?β
You donβt answer.
But your hand, halfway across the seatβdoesnβt pull away when he touches it.
β
[Group Chat: Chaos Coven]
You:
HE KISSED MY TEMPLE
Hana:
oh weβre in stage three
Juri:
whatβs stage three
Hana:
delusion and forehead kisses
You:
it wasnβt even the forehead
Hana:
dear god
β
Later that night, thereβs a knock on your door.
Itβs Seungcheol.
In sweatpants.
Holding a takeout bag.
βI figured youβd be hungry,β he says, sheepish.
You stare at him. βThis isβ¦ domestic.β
βI can leave.β
ββ¦No. Come in.β
β
You sit beside each other on the floor of your living room, eating pad thai in silence.
And somewhere between bite five and six, he reaches over and tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
Your heart lurches.
Because this feels real.
And you donβt know what to do with that.
β
Your morning starts like any otherβcoffee in hand, a playlist humming softly in your ears, and a to-do list thatβs already growing.
Except today, Seungcheolβs in the office early, and heβs not alone.
Across the room, his assistant Jiwoo is showing him a presentation on a tablet. You watch their easy smiles and shared jokes, and suddenly your stomach tightens.
Jealousy, you realize with a pang, is a thing.
β
Seungcheol spots you watching and raises an eyebrow.
βDid you miss me?β
You clear your throat, clutching your mug. βYouβre here early. Busy day?β
βAlways,β he smirks. βBut I could be busier if you werenβt distracting me.β
βMe?β You laugh, but the sound is brittle.
Jiwoo waves at you from across the room. βMorning.β
You force a smile.
β
By lunch, the awkwardness is palpable.
Seungcheol slides into the seat opposite you at the company cafeteria, dropping his tray loudly.
βSo,β he says, voice low. βHow about we make this fake thing a little moreβ¦ real?β
You blink. βExcuse me?β
He leans in, lowering his voice. βJealous, huh?β
You almost choke on your salad.
βI caught you watching me and Jiwoo.β
You fold your arms, trying not to smile. βWas I supposed to pretend I wasnβt?β
βYouβre impossible.β
βSame goes for you.β
β
Back in the office, you catch him stealing glances at you, his usual confident composure faltering.
You decide to play along.
Later, when Jiwoo drops by your desk to chat, you keep your voice light but a little pointed.
βSo, how long have you two been βbusiness partnersβ?β
Jiwoo laughs. βSince last month. But youβre the one I hear about most.β
You smirk. βLucky me.β
β
Seungcheol catches your eye across the room, then suddenly strides over.
βEnough games,β he says, voice serious.
You raise an eyebrow. βWhat games?β
He cups your face gently, surprising you.
βFake or not, I donβt like sharing you.β
Your heart pounds.
βGood.β
β
Later that day, he texts you.
Seungcheol:
Letβs stop pretending.
You:
You mean keep pretending at work?
Seungcheol:
Only there.
You smile to yourself.
β
That night, you replay the dayβs moments in your headβhis jealous looks, his touch, the way your heart raced.
Maybe the line between fake and real isnβt so clear after all.
β
[Group Chat: Chaos Coven]
You:
Heβs jealous.
Iβm jealous.
Send help.
Hana:
officially shipping you two hard
Juri:
βLetβs stop pretendingβ is literally a romance novel title
You:
now youβre just making me want to write fanfic
Hana:
please do
β
You're typing a report late one evening when Seungcheol appears in your doorway, arms crossed, eyes unreadable.
βCan we talk?β
You nod, heart thudding.
He walks in, closes the door, and leans against your desk.
βThis fake relationshipβ¦β He trails off, then meets your gaze. βIt stopped feeling fake a while ago.β
You stare. βWhat are you saying?β
βI think I was in trouble the second you marched into my office and yelled at me over a coffee machine.β
You blink. βThat was not my best moment.β
βIt was my favorite.β His voice softens. βI like you, Y/N.β
The room stills.
And then, because your heart is stupid and brave all at once, you whisper, βI like you too.β
β
He grinsβboyish, wide, like heβs just won a prize he didnβt dare hope for.
βIβm your boss,β he says, like heβs reminding himself.
βI sent you a breakup text that wasnβt meant for you,β you counter. βWeβve both made choices.β
He laughs, takes your hand.
βCan I take you on a real date?β
You squeeze his fingers. βYou better.β
β
The next morning, you walk into work with a coffee in each hand.
When you hand one to Seungcheol, he grins and says loud enough for the office to hear, βWow, thanks babe.β
You nearly drop yours.
Jiwoo, across the floor, snorts into her tablet.
βStill fake dating?β she asks sweetly.
You and Seungcheol exchange a glance.
βNo,β he says, slinging an arm around your shoulders.
βNot anymore.β
β
[Group Chat: Chaos Coven]
You:
WEβRE DATING. OFFICIALLY. I THINK.
Juri:
HE ASKED YOU OUT???
Hana:
caps lock ON for romance
You:
i hate all of you
Hana:
u love us
Juri:
send kissy selfies rn
You:
bye
β
That weekend, you have your first official dateβreal food, no staged paparazzi, no fake smiles. Just the two of you, laughing like youβve been doing this forever.
Afterward, he walks you to your door, fingers brushing yours.
βYou know,β you say, βyou never did fire me.β
He leans in, voice low. βShould I?β
βYouβd have to fake date someone else,β you tease.
βTerrifying thought,β he murmurs before kissing you.
β
Itβs sweet, slow, and a little dizzyingβlike every built-up emotion finally unraveling in the best way.
When you pull away, heβs smiling.
βWorst mistake you ever made,β he says, βwas sending me that text.β
You grin. βBest mistake I ever made, actually.β
β
Later that night, he sends you one more message.
Seungcheol:
CEO. Crybaby. Crush.
Youβre stuck with me now.
You:
good.
i donβt want out.
Seungcheol:
come over?
You:
you had me at βcrybabyβ
β
β Fake dating contract: terminated.
β Feelings: mutual.
β You: in love.
β Him: yours.
RAHHHH jaeil is officially in da slammerhouseeeee #celebrategoodtimes πββοΈ fuck that bastard i hate how rough the jail time is in sk... wdym ONLY 7 years for π?? justice partially served, not served if they let him out early like sewngri and the rest of the burning sun icks... yikes!
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[15/10 update: lowk the songs themselves aren't masterpieces, considering mark is fluent in english and most of the lyrics don't make sense, but they're still nice to listen to. the reason i loved mark sm was because he was one of the only authentic and down to earth idols who wore their hearts on their sleeves (i mean that in the best way possible). unfortunately mark has contributed to a greater image with his collab with coca cola. showing that he has no input in the happenings of the world, with the war in palestine. this creates the impression that despite how strong in christianity he is, mark will not be able to put his religion aside or the morality of christianity into perspective very real events. and that to me makes him not christian at all and i SWEAR down, north american and korean christianity is propaganda. i feel it's also used as leverage to project themselves (white supremacy/superiority complex) on a pedestal. and i forever will stand by that, as a person who grew up catholic in the uk (who isn't anymore and is able to see both the religious and non-religious sides of the war in terms of the quote on quote "holy land" which is in fact palestine but was a whole train reck after wwii and the allies gave the captured jews a place to live).
mark does not deserve the sheer amount of hate that he's received with people jumping on the bandwagon without really explaining what he's done. personally these boycotts do nothing to teach people about the war. however, mark ABSOLUTELY did not need to lash out at renjun who in that short clip of nct dream's live hesitated on something and mark told him not to mind the people who were probably spamming "free palestine" in the comments. this shows the lack of knowledge he has on the war, as well as the lack of empathy and willingness to grow and learn. i mean, look at eaj (formerly jae in day6), who went from leaving heavy misogynistic comments about jamie, to being a right activist in speaking up about world issues! people can't forgive eaj, when he changed for the better. yet there are ignorant fans out there who will support mark no matter what because he is their saviour. which is ironic because the golden calf part of the old testament in the bible teaches readers to not contribute in the worship of any other idol figure that isn't god. which mark is clearly doing as a labelled idol LMAO. anyone who is christian and supports israel is a fat hypocrite which mark is now double.]
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NAH FUCK IT lsfm are finally getting back on track and i thought the world of kpop was healing.
WHAT DO YOU FUCKING MEAN NJZ ISNT A THING ANYMORE? ador is using the girls as their payback to min hee jin smh π if its about trademark too there is LITERALLY no resemblance whatsoever.
hybe has defo pulled strings cause how is everyone so nice to lsfm again. i love come over (so jungle coded and i am HERE for it) but i absolutely cannot listen to it if hybe has used the new jeans, njz, mhj, ador, whatever situation as projection then that is SICK!!
i am definitely not hating on the girls in both groups but they must be aware of what its doing to the other and vice versa. like wdym theres evidence showing that source music was told to rush lsfm's debut before new jeans π
actual get to fuck hybe and do not ruin the dreams of minors and barely adults who bring you your dirty money. disgusting.