Jeonghan sleeping with a woman he likes? Great. She says she's also sleeping with another man? Not so great. Jeonghan decides he's going to win. Sabotage the competition. Out-charm the rival. Claim the girl. Simple plan. Except... he didn't expect the other man to be that good-looking. Or He wanted to win the girl. He didn't expect to lose his mind over the competition.

Seungcheol should've never taken the bet. But when his parents told him that he 'cannot hold down a relationship with a man for six months' his pride answered before his brain did. He said he could. They said he couldn't. And just like that, a stupid family bet turned into a Christmas nightmare. Because his boyfriend dumped him last month. And instead of admitting he lost, Seungcheol just... kept pretending the relationship still existed. Right up until his parents announced they were coming over for the holidays to finally meet this mysterious six-month boyfriend. Enter the only person he trusts enough to ask for help: his House mate Jeonghan. Actor. Busy. Generally allergic to other people's problems. STRAIGHT. and absolutely not interested in getting dragged into a bet he didn't sign up for. Too bad he's the only one who can make this lie survive Christmas. "So... remember that bet my parents made? The one where they said I couldn't stay in a relationship with a guy for six months?" "If you're about to ask me for something, the answer is no." "I just need you to pretend-" "No." "You didn't even hear the rest-" "NO." Or The very overused plot of "christmas fake dating ( ft.Jeonghcheol )

"Hello. I'm Seungcheol Choi... Chaerin's boyfriend." The chopsticks slipped from Jeonghan's fingers, clattering against the plate. The chair next to him scraped the floor, and suddenly a warm body settled into it. His fist clenched against his thigh as he chewed on tteokbokki a little too fast, trying not to look. He had expected a lot when he came home for summer: The dog giving birth again. The backyard swing finally fixed. Long, slow afternoons that smelled of sun and dust. But not this. Not his sister introducing her boyfriend to their parents like it was normal. Not the way Seungcheol's smile lingered a little too long, deliberate and dangerous. He swallowed. Summer was supposed to be simple. Somehow, this wasn't.

When gamer Choi Seungcheol moved into his new apartment, he didn't think much about its history. Sure, it used to belong to Yoon Jeonghan, the cold, beautiful, heartless, famous artist who had "tragically died" in a car crash a month ago. The news had been everywhere, and Seungcheol remembered thinking, damn, even his funeral looked expensive. Until one rainy night at 3 a.m., someone started knocking. Seungcheol, half-asleep and armed with the nearest frying pan, opened the door and froze. Standing there was Jeonghan himself. "AAHHHHHHH YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD! I SAW YOUR FUNERAL ON TV!" Seungcheol screamed. Jeonghan crossed his arms. "Do I look dead to you?" Well... he did look pale and a little ghostly, though Seungcheol would admit, only in the "too pretty to be real" way. And the more he stared, the more Seungcheol realized the terrifying truth: Jeonghan might actually be a ghost.

"Stop it, Joshua, you know he's straight." ~ ~ ~ "Shut it, airhead. I'm not good enough for him."

It's a classic love story: boy meets boy. Boy becomes best friends with boy. Boy falls in love with boy. Boy pretends not to be in love while boy steals his fries, his hoodies, and eventually his heart. Seungcheol swears he and Jeonghan are just best friends. Which is true if you ignore the constant intrusive thoughts about making him laugh, making him his, and making him SCREAM his name in bed. Yup. totally platonic friends. Absolutely.

Behind every perfect performance is a story no fan camera captures. Jeonghan's exhausted smile. Seungcheol's tired eyes. A love kept hidden for years - buried beneath stages, rehearsals, and loyalty to thirteen.

They were meant to hate each other. Seungcheol was supposed to vow to ruin Yoon Jeonghan in ways Hell wouldn't even think possible. Yet here he was, vowing to take his enemy as his husband.