SunBerling
About a two chaos that find a way to use each other
Nurain just want to have a good adventure;
I just wanted to walk around, eat tteokbokki, and enjoy my freedom. But in just five seconds, BOOM-gone.
Because his lips. My lips. Touched.
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Han Yun Jin, a global idol, is now the hottest topic-not because of a comeback, not because of a scandal, but because of this stupid kiss. And guess who's stuck in this mess with him? Me.
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I can't let my father find out. I can't let the world find out. But then Yun Jin-this reckless, idiotic idol-has the audacity to say,
"Be my fake girlfriend."
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There has to be another way. And there is. Just say he was drunk, mistook me for someone else, and move on. But no-paparazzi got photos, social media is exploding, and suddenly, the entire country thinks we're a couple.
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Han yun Jin in the other is some kind of different thinking;
I don't know what I was thinking.
Maybe it was the wine. Maybe it was exhaustion. Maybe it was the overwhelming pressure of this industry finally crushing me. Or maybe... I just wanted to do something reckless for once.
She stood out. In a sea of dyed hair and flashing cameras, she was the only one wearing a headscarf-calm, different, real.
So I kissed her.
And she punched me.
Fair enough.
Now, my name is everywhere. The company is freaking out. The fans are making theories. And she? She looks like she wants to kill me.
I suggested fake dating-it seemed like the cleanest way out. She refused, of course. But things are already out of control. The media won't stop. The company won't stop.
And neither will she.
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