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☆ Instagram☆Sunoo ☆

Your boyfriend, who is a well-known singer in a group, took the mirror selfie for his Instagram, showing his outfit as you lay around in the back, not knowing he was taking a photo.
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Hours later, he opened the app only to realize the post had gone viral, his crazy fans going wild as they triedtried to find out who you werewere.

Sunno had always made it a point to keep your relationship private, having a distaste for his fans and paparazzi's overbearing behaviour.

"Fuck," he mutters, running his fingers through his hair. He hadn't realized your figure was visible.

Sunoo sighs in annoyance and frustration, scrolling through the comments on his phone and and reading the various responses.

The comments were crazy.. It was a new level of crazy from what he has seen.
The majority of them were about you..obviously, wanting to know who you are.

He was so pissed.
How did he mess up this badly?

You walk into your shared room with a happy expression, leaning on the doorway. "Baby, dinner is cooked! Let's eat together."

Sunoo quickly glances up at you from the phone, his expression tense.

He tries to hide it as he takes in your cheery face, your words making him internally groan.

Although he was annoyed, he hated disappointing you even more.
He sighs as he turns off his phone and shoves it in his pocket.

"Alright, comin'..."

He follows you to the dinner table and sits down across from you. He can't help but be distracted, constantly thinking of how to deal with the mess he accidentally got himself into.

Sunoo glances at you, taking in your happy and cheerful demeanourdemeanour.

He couldn't bring himself to tell you about the whole situation, knowing how pissed you would get at his stupidity.

He picks at the food in front of him, moving it around with his fork.

While eating, you realize he wasnt eating and was just moving his food with a fork, making you frown and confused.
He was fine this morning..

"Is everything okay?"

Sunoo looks up from his food, meeting your gaze. For a moment, he considers just telling you but decides against it.

He puts on a half smile, trying to make it as sincere for you as possible.
"It's nothin'... don't worry about it."

He attempts to change the subject, asking about your day.

"Mhh.. my day has been going pretty well," you softly smile, looking at him.

"Work was alright...... Although. I was thinking of making an Instagram post with my new dress I bought at the story today!!"

Sunoo's mood lifts a little at the mention of your dress. He always loved when you tried on new clothes. He nods along, giving a slightly more genuine smile at the thought of seeing you in the dress.

"Oh? You should show me. I bet it looks really pretty on you."

But he freezes when he remembers you saying Instagram.

He froze at the mention of the app.
He could feel his body tense up once again as reality smacked him in the face once again.

"Yeah, definitely; it's also red, like your favourite colour!" You smile

Sunoo forced a smile, a small pit forming in the back of his stomach at the thought of you making a new photo on the app. He didn't want others to see your face.

"Uhh... Maybe you shouldn't.."

"Mh..Mh.. What do you mean I shouldn't?"

Sunoo swallows hard, trying to figure out a way to voice his worry. He fidgeted with his fingers as he tried to speak.

"I uh... I think, I think you...... You might want to hold off on the Instagram photo. For now, at least."

"But babe... You posted this morning. Why can't I?"

Sunoo's breath hitches at the mention of his photo. He sighs and runs a hand through his hair, letting out a short curse under his breath. He knew he couldn't avoid the topic forever.

"Yeah, about that."

He glances down at the floor, scratching the back of his neck with an awkward look on his face.

"Whats wrong?"

Sunoo sighs, taking a deep breath before speaking.

"Okay... So you know how I said that I want to keep our relationship private?"

"Yeah," you say, curious about what he was going to say.

"Well... Some people caught sight of you in the background of the picture I took before practice today.

He looks up at you with a guilty look in his eyes, knowing that he has messed up badly.

"And now... all these crazies are trying to guess who you are and how I know you. They're going crazy on the app right now, and it's only getting worse."

Sunoo groans and puts his head in his hands, annoyed at himself and the situation.

"Oh" you were speechless. How could he do something so dumb like that?

He sighs and looks up at you again, taking in your expression. He could tell you were disappointed, at the very least.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to let it go this far. I was an idiot for not noticing you in the picture. I just... I don't want these people to harass you. I know how the women fans can get."

"No, it's okay. It was a mistake."

Sunoo frowns, his expression laced with guilt.
"No, Y/N. It is my fault. Just... don't open Instagram for a bit, okay? I can't have you attacked by them. They're going crazy. I've never seen them this bad before.

He reaches across the table and grabs your hand, gently holding it in his own.
"Promise me you won't open the app, please? I'm trying to deal with all this mess."

He looks at you with a pleading look on his face, hoping you'll listen to him. He couldn't bear the thought of you dealing with rabid fans all attacking you for "ruining" their chances of trying to get with him.

"Okay, I won't.. I promise... But how will you figure this out?"

He sighs, grateful that you cooperated with him. He gently rubs his thumb over the back of your hand as he speaks. "I don't know yet... but I'll try to keep them off of you as much as I can."

He pauses before voicing another thought.
"You're not mad at me, are you?"

He looks at you with a slightly worried expression, fearing that you will be angry. As much as he enjoyed arguing with you sometimes, he didn't want to fight and bicker, knowing it would cause him more stress and guilt.

"Im not.. just a little shocked."

He nods and sighs, relieved that you weren't mad. He squeezes your hand gently, his expression a mix of worry and guilt.

"I'm really sorry for all this... I should've been more careful. But please, whatever you do, don't open the app, okay? I don't want you to see how crazy it's gotten."

"It's okay. I understand," you say, trying to hold a smile.

Sunoo nods again and looks at you for a moment, taking in your calm demeanor. He was slightly surprised that you hadn't snapped at him and gone off like you usually did when he messed up.

He gives a slight smile, his grip on your hand tightening just a little bit. "Thank you for not hating me... I'm not sure how I would've handled that on top of all this now."

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Night time

(Moving to 1st per pov)

Sunoo was asleep, and I couldn't bear my curiosity about what the comments were talking about in his post.

So I secretly opened Instagram and went to his post, reading the comments.

The comments on his photo were going insane. Fans were trying to figure out who I was in the photo.

Some were trying to guess through your body figure alone.

My eyes widen when reading the comments.
Some say, "Who is that?"
"Is that his girlfriend?!" "That should be me."
"He doesn't deserve her." "She's so ugly."

How could they say that to someone they can barely see or know?

The more I scrolled through the comments, the worse they became.

There were a few more comments that read, "How the hell did she get in a picture of Sunoo?" "She must be special."
"Damn, she's lucky."
"I bet she's some random girl he's using for attention."

There were also a few more violent comments on how they wished they could steal you away from Sunoo or hurt him in some way.

I cover my mouth in shock.

Oh gosh, I should've listened to him and not opened the app.

Thoughts went through my mind.
How could they say that?

I notice Sunoo as he stirs a bit in his sleep, his arm unconsciously moving and holding the pillow tighter against his chest. His breathing was still slow and steady, unaware of what I was doing.

The comments continued to pile up on the photo, each one more outrageous than the last. Some got downright creepy, saying they "wanted to meet you in person in a bad way" or "need to see you in more photos."

I put my phone down.

I lay my head on the comfy pillow and closed my eyes, trying to ignore what I read.

But I couldn't get rid of the thoughts.

Tears started to fall as I remembered some of the comments.

I hear Sunoo eventually waking up from my crying, hearing my soft sniffles on the other side of the bed.

He groggily lifts his head, his eyes adjusting to the darkness of the room, as he calls out to you.

"Y/N...? Baby, are you okay?"

He slowly sits up and turns to look at you across the bed, trying to see my expression in the dark room.

I wipe my tears, hoping he didn't see them.

"Why are you crying?"

Okay, maybe I was too late.

He lifts his hand and wipes my tears as more come down.

"Im sorry.."

"Hey, hey, it's okay. Shhh... don't cry...  You don't have to be sorry.

Sunoo reaches out towards me, trying to comfort me as best he can.
He hated seeing me cry.

"Sunoo, I read the comments."

Sunoo's eyes widen at your words, his stomach clenching in a weird mixture of shame and guilt. He reaches out and gently grabs both of my hands, holding them in his.

"Babe... I told you not to look at them. You should not have seen them."

"Im sorry!! Look, I was so curious."

"No, no, don't apologize... I understand that they might've been hard to resist... but some of them were pretty bad, babe.

He moves closer to me on the bed, gently placing his hands on my waist and pulling me closer to him.

"It's horrible, Sunoo. The comments are so mean."

"I know, but don't listen to them. They don't know you. They don't know us."

He pulls me down, gently laying my head on his chest as he wraps his arms around me, holding me tight.

He buries his face in my hair, taking in the scent of my shampoo as his body curls around me. He gently caresses your skin as he speaks.

"But they're not true, okay? None of those things they said are true. None of the things those people said about you are true. They're just stupid and desperate."

He kisses the crown of my head, sighing softly.
"So promise me, please, please don't look at any online comments ever again. They're not worth it. especially the ones from my fans."

"But what if it's true, Sunoo?"

He tilts your chin up so he can look me in the eye. His expression was stern and serious as he responded to your question.

"It is not true, Y/N. Not a single thing they say is true. All of those comments, all of those people, don't know us... or the relationship we have. Those who have no idea what's real or not—it's all just nonsense. All of it. Okay?" He pauses and kisses my cheek.
"Just trust me. I'll tell them to stop."