Idol-ized Lovers || Choi Soobin [Rewritten]

07

"Is she your niece?" Soobin asked, taking a casual seat on your bed. "Yeah, she is," you answered, still baffled by everything. "Imoyaaa!" Ho Yeon banged on your bedroom door. You spun around to Soobin in panic. "You—please, go inside the bathroom." You rushed to pull him up and gently shoved him in.

He laughed the entire time, like this was some weird drama scene come to life. Even when you shut the door on him, he was still chuckling. "Stop laughing!" you snapped, annoyed and overwhelmed, though you hadn't meant for it to come out so harsh. You quickly messed up your hair to make it seem like you'd just woken up and opened the door for Ho Yeon.

"Good—" She cut you off immediately. "Why'd you lock the door?" she asked with a raised brow. You never lock your room. "My bad. Sorry!" you said, forcing a sheepish grin, praying she wouldn't dig deeper. Thankfully, she shrugged it off. "Alright." And just like that, she left to take her shower.

The moment you heard the bathroom door click shut, you rushed to close your door again and let Soobin out of his temporary prison. "I'm so sorry, Mr. Soobin," you said quickly. "It's alright. Understandable, considering you've got a little detective in your house," he joked, referring to Ho Yeon. You ignored the comment. Your concern now was time—and getting him out.

"Please, before she's out, just leave. Please." You motioned toward the front door. He smirked, stirring something weird in your gut and walked toward it. You followed, ignoring that weird something. Just as you started to feel that sweet release of peace while watching him step outside—he stopped. Stuck his foot in the door. Leaned in close.

Your heart skipped. It was way too early in the morning for this kind of chaos. You tried to keep a straight face, but your eyes widened and your lips reflexively went "shh!" in case Ho Yeon heard. "Before I go," he said, voice low, "you have to promise me you'll unblock my number and save it." You blinked. His audacity?!

"Alright, I will," you said quickly, just trying to get him out. But he didn't budge. "No. Promise me," he said again, casually but firmly. You wanted to scream. Why was this man acting like this was a rom-com? "Alright! I promise, Mr. Soobin," you whispered harshly, already trying to close the door again. This time, he let you.

You watched him walk to his car, start it, and drive off—still wondering if all of this was actually real. A scam? A prank? A dream? A doppelgänger? That seemed like a bad drama plot twist. But no. It was real. Too real. You stood there for a few more seconds, blinking, then turned away and forced yourself back into your routine.

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At work, Yoo Jin sat beside you—in his usual spot. But nothing about it felt usual. Normally, he'd slide his chair over with that annoying little grin and pester you until you smiled. But today? He didn't even look your way. And it stung. Badly. You knew you weren't angry anymore. You were sure he wasn't either. No egos involved. Just awkwardness. Heavy, lingering awkwardness. You couldn't stand it.

You leaned over slightly. "Yoo Jin," you whispered. No response. "Yoo Jin," you said again, a bit louder. He definitely heard that one—but he still didn't respond. Not even a glance. Your blood ran cold. Your cheeks burned. You clenched your fists under the desk.

Alright, you dumb bitch. Fuck off. You screamed it in your head. You didn't dare say it aloud. But you felt it. Every word. Guess it was official: You were on your own now. In the fan-date mess. In the Soobin situation. In your own messy life. Again.