xuminghao_o:
it's pink by the way
minghaosvibrator:
what is
xuminghao_o:
my vibrator
in which junhui runs a well known 18+ fan account of the idol, xu minghao.
sunlight shined through the window, hitting junhui directly in his face. he sat up, and moaned as he stretched his bones. it was finally saturday; he could relax without any worries.
junhui got up from bed, and looked at himself in the mirror. a shirtless boy with messy hair looked back at him. he ran his fingers through his hair hoping to fix it, but it wouldn't budge.
whatever. not like i'm going out.
he walked into the kitchen and sat at the dining table. he unlocked his phone, checking his thousands of instagram notifications. he didn't even know how he got so popular. the account started off as a joke with his friend while drunk on a late night, but it happened to hit off the next morning. (not that junhui was complaining.)
junhui rarely checked his dm requests. there were too many to look through all- and most of them were just annoying fans of minghao who called junhui out on being "inappropriate."
however, curiosity beat the best of him. he opened instagram, and clicked the requests.
most of them were just story replies, annoying fans (as predicted), and spam.
he immediately stopped scrolling when he saw a blue check next to a username.
"there's no fucking way."
junhui clicked on the chat,
and there it was.
the nudes he had sent to his biggest idol's instagram account. but with a response.
xuminghao_o:
shit no way is that me in the background??
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"no. im dreaming. im fucking dreaming. that's what it is." junhui shut his phone off and set it on the table. he set his elbows on the flat surface and covered his mouth in disbelief. "there's no way. this man probably has thousands of fan girls dm him on a daily basis and he decided to respond to me. nope. not real."
junhui took a deep breath, and pinched the loose skin on his arm as hard as he could.
yelling, junhui's stomach dropped. this was not a dream. he wasnt waking up.
"oh my god."
junhui quickly opened up instagram again. and there it was. the dm from xu minghao himself.
as much as junhui wanted to fan girl and gush over dm, he had a reputation. with his shaky hands, he typed a response.
