" 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡,
𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐨𝐟. "
Our Y/N is a famous movie star, singer, popstar, model, anything else related to this-you name it! Almo...
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"Y/N! Care to explain this?"
"What's the problema?" I hummed back in a singsong voice, cheerily typing out another email to a loyal, chirpy fan—:D—as I listened to Mikasa's daily lectures—*cough* scoldings— through a phone call. This wasn't anything unusual. "Mika-Mi~?"
"Many stations called in today and said that they would like to interview you to debunk a something about a photo that they saw online two weeks ago. I asked for the photo, they sent me it—and it was of you and lover boy kissing near a stadium." She inhaled, a distressed tone as she continued. "I'd very much like a logical explanation for this immediately."
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"Mikasa..." my heart dropped. "...what photo?"
"You know the photo."
"No I don't—I didn't take any pictures!"
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The color drained from my face as I felt an incoming wave of nausea. A horrid sensation crawled up from my stomach.
"Mikasa," I uttered out a pitiful whisper, gathering my remaining strength to get up from my chair. "I'm going to throw up."
"Y/N!"
Puddles of sweat formed in my palms as I clenched onto my device, the worried hollers of Mikasa being drowned out from my confusion. A pounding ache—where was it coming from? The bathroom's here, right? No, no, it was the opposite way.
"Y/—"
"You were kissing?!"
"Mhm."
"And she took a photo?!"
"Hmm, hmm."
"Then who took the photo?!"
"No idea."
"Are you dating?!"
"I guess."
"What is your re—"
"Everyone, please leave."
Many voices crowded around me as if I were a panda in the middle of a zoo. A flashing light from above suddenly appeared out of nowhere. I grimaced at the burning sight and squeezed close my eyelids. My hand automatically went and tried to push me up from wherever I was laying on. But before I even had the chance to make it halfway up, a vigorous, pounding ache like heavy punches shot through my head as if it were a bullet, forcing a loud scream out of me.
