a dating scandal. well, that was certainly one daehyun hadn’t gotten before.
he gazes down at the girl, steely and unwavering. she’s cute, at least—he had to give her that. big eyes, quivering lip, all but on her knees begging him not to expose her little lie. and while he had never considered himself a weak man, a good bribe could get anyone if the cards were right.
“ how can i break up with someone i’m not even dating ? ” while his voice is quiet enough that only the two of them can hear, part of him relishes in the slight panic he sees in her eyes. the fact that he could dismantle the entire image this stranger had built for herself was almost enough to make him power trip. however, the idea of extending his control past a moment and into what could very well be the distant future was more tempting than instant gratification. a long con was always more fun.
while this had started as her game, it was quickly morphing into one where he had the upper hand.
“ your offers kind of suck. no offense. i’d be a lot more inclined to go along with this if your bribes weren’t childish. ” he takes a glance down at his phone. texts were beginning to pour in about his new girlfriend, and his lips began to pull up into a cheshire grin. shoving the device back into his pocket, he holds his now free hand out to her in offering, expectantly wiggling his fingers.
“ let’s walk and talk. if you can come up with something less pathetic than doing my homework or talking about things i don’t care about in the ten minute walk to my class then i’ll consider it. if not i’m texting all of those people back and telling them i have no idea who you are. ”
okay, she knows she’s in the wrong here ------ thousand children’s tales about not lying and all, after all, but he ------ !
understanding dawned is met with horror & growing panic, steady in its tempo. she was beginning to understand, very quickly, that who she was dealing with wasn’t human after all. a normal person might be mad, sure ------ she gets that, or if she was lucky, find it humorous, but clearly the so-called prince fell into neither category. rather, she’s just become prey.
reluctantly, with trepidation, she takes hold of his offered hand, fingers sliding into the spaces with an uncomfortable fit. she hates him, but she needs him, and therein lay a lose-lose situation : story of her life, really. her eyes widen upon realising the barrage of dings had been all asking about her, and god, does she hate herself for ever lying in the first place. she should’ve just stayed a wallflower, damn it !
there’s an internal alarm going off in her head right now, as she racks her brain for more suggestions. and comes up empty-handed. like, truly, what could be good enough sacrifice for someone as insufferable as him ?
‘ i’ll be your personal maid ? clean & cook on some days ? ------ though if you get poisoned, that’s on you. ’
‘ ... ...... do you own a dog ? i’ll walk them everyday ! ’
each step closer to his class brings with it a fresh wave of panic, and she doesn’t bother to school her expression into anything else. and when his class is finally in sight, she gives in.
‘ okay, what do you want ? i’ll accept any condition you have ------ except, like, you know ... ...... ’ she trails off awkwardly. bites the bullet. ‘ nothing sexual, that’s all i ask. ’
