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𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 two famous teens fake date... until it becomes real. (xo, kitty)
Y/N, a teenage celebrity born to two world-renowned movie stars, is attending KISS this year. Her mother is forcing her to live in Korea... and woo...
"Dude." Q's voice greeted me as I pushed open the door to our dorm, stepping over a pair of his discarded sneakers. His face was half-hidden behind a gaming monitor, but he leaned back in his chair when he saw me. "Where have you been?"
"Just crashing at a friend's place." I answered casually, letting my bag slide off my shoulder.
To my surprise, he began laughing loudly. After a moment of this, and me just staring at the back of his head, he spun his chair to face me fully. "A friend?" he teased. "Because this says otherwise."
I squinted at the screen, and my heart dropped. On Q's phone was a paparazzi photo of __ and I. Everywhere.
"WHAT!" I shouted, dropping everything I was holding. The loud clatter echoed in the room, but I barely noticed. "Where did you find that?!"
"It's all over social media," Dae chimed in from the beds, glancing up sympathetically from his laptop.
Q chuckled dryly. "You and __ are now officially competing with Dae and Yuri for 'KISS Couple of the Year.'"
"No! That's actually terrible! She literally hates me, and I can't stand her," I groaned, running my hands through my hair in frustration. "I just flirt with her to get under her skin and see how she reacts, that's all!"
"Sure, but try convincing the rest of the world of that."
I flipped open my phone, my fingers moving furiously text her. "I have to apologize," I muttered to myself. "I should have been more careful."
I noticed Q staring at me strangely, his expression curious now. "Wow, you're actually caring about her!"
I froze mid-typing to glare at him. "I don't," I clarified loudly. "Don't go around telling people that."
"What were you two even doing out there?" Q asked. When I didn't answer immediately, he sat up straighter, his face morphing into shock. "No. Don't tell me you guys were at that party that got caught with alcohol last night. You told me you weren't going to that!"
"...yeah," I grumbled.
"Did you invite __?" Dae wondered.
"Ray invited her," I replied, my mood declining steeply at the mention of him. The vision of her talking happily with him had burned itself into my mind. My jaw clenched as I forced the memory away.
"If you two aren't careful, there'll be rumors about her and Ray. And then—bam!—cheating scandal," Q advised, snapping his fingers dramatically.
"How would you know?
Q stood, retreating to his room with an air of triumph. "I'm an expert at celebrity relationships, if you couldn't tell. I can tell you everyone Pete Davidson has ever dated."
"Real helpful," I commented, my voice muffled by me burying my face in my hands.
"Don't worry," he said with a grin that was too wide. "I'll let you know when the screenshot hits the American media."
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