a story in which rumors end up going too far. this story may have triggering topics such as abuse, toxic relationships, and many others. please read at your own risk.

this is literally so stupid but i'm bored and i need entertainment, blame my friend @jakecausedthisacc

The AC died on the hottest night of summer. Felix, flushed and desperate, texted the only contact at the top of his chat: Hyunjin, the landlord's unfairly gorgeous son who lived one floor up. Two days later, alone in their stuffy apartment, Felix snapped a mirror selfie, and typed: "too slutty to send to a hookup or just slutty enough?" He hit send. Realized. Deleted in 0.8 seconds. Too late. Across the hall, Hyunjin's phone auto-saved the photo before it vanished. He stared at the screen, pulse hammering, then typed back with perfect calm: "Wrong person? I didn't see anything." He lied. That night, in the locked studio of his penthouse, Hyunjin opened a fresh canvas and began sketching Felix exactly as he'd seen him. Felix thought the message was gone. Hyunjin already had it memorized (every freckle, every shadow, every filthy promise). And he had no intention of letting the game end with one deleted photo. _Sheen Ctto : All images and photos

"Have you ever met a stranger you recognized?" One in ten thousand- that's how many people have someone predetermined for them. It's even rarer for them to actually find each other, but thanks to a special birthday wish, fate might just be on their side.