Caffeine || CHOI SOOBIN FF

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟚𝟡

~Lazy bitches VOTEEE and COMMENTT!!!!~

-Start of Chapter 29-

I wake up to the sound of my phone buzzing incessantly. 

Ugh what is it this time?...

Groggily, I reach for it on the nightstand and see dozens of notifications. My heart sinks as I open a message from Hana:

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THE bish: 

Park Y/N wake up!!!

Gurl u gotta see this...

Unnie look at this. NOW

-(attached link)-

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I click on the link she sent, and my blood runs cold. 

It's a video of me at the café, the moment those girls attacked me. Someone had recorded the whole incident, and it's gone viral. 

People can't mind their own business, can they?!?!?

The comments are filled with hate, speculating about my relationship with Soobin, calling me names, accusing me of everything from gold-digging to ruining his career.

Well now everyone knows what I look like. Talk about privacy.

The door bursts open, and Hana rushes in, her face pale. "Unnie, did you see it? The video?"

"...I saw." I say, my voice flat, staring at the screen in disbelief.

"There's more." she says hesitantly, handing me her phone. 

I glance at it and see an article with the headline: 

"Mystery Girl Revealed: Soobin's Secret Girlfriend Exposed!"

I scroll down to see pictures of Soobin and me, our faces clear, taken in the café on multiple occasions. My heart pounds in my chest.

Fuck...

"H-How did they get these?" I stammer, my hands trembling.

"Someone must have been following you." Hana says, her voice filled with concern. "This is serious, unnie. They're going to come after you."

I feel a wave of panic wash over me. "What do I do, Hana? I can't hide forever."

"We need to think." she says, pacing the room. "Maybe you should talk to Soobin oppa. He needs to know what's happening."

I nod, feeling a lump in my throat. "You're right. "

I dial Soobin's number with shaking hands. It rings a few times before going to voicemail. I try again, but still, no answer. 

Where the fuck are you Choi Soobin?!?!?

I send him a text:

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Y/N:

Soobin we need to talk. Its urgent.

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Hours pass with no response. My anxiety grows as the comments and articles multiply, each one more vicious than the last.