hey are you still a fan of nct? I miss your nct works đĽš
hiiii. music-wise, i am still a fan. i still listen to their latest music, esp dreamâs. but i just havenât been in the fandom space in a while. the last few years actually. i still do wanna write abt them, thereâs still that spark for me.
i hope i can release more this year, or next year maybe, bc iâm working on this massive series thatâs just at the edge of being completed and i wanna get it off my chest before i commit to anything new. on top of that, life is just⌠being life. đŞ i miss writing abt nct too though đĽşđĽš
on a small note, i did write smth recently abt chenle. i'm not sure if you've seen it but here it is đ
omg hey!! im pretty sure u dont remember me but i read ur mark fics on wattpad back in 2019 and we even talked a little in dms back then! and today's news of mark's departure made me think abt u. hope ure doing well â¤ď¸âđŠš
hiii. wow it's been so long! i do remember you, but i can't seem to find our past convo on wattpad. 𼺠anyway, thanks for checking up! honestly? that was smth i genuinely didn't see coming. i'm still processing the news and the thought of mark not being in nct anymore. i haven't been very well updated with nct as a whole for years now, but i am updated with their music, especially dream's recent releases. that has not changed for me as a fan.
but there's still that sadness i feel abt the whole thing. mark is one of the guys that really captured my heart in my early years as an nctzen, to the point i released my first ever fanfic work. at the same time, i'm happy for him to have had such courage and see the people supporting his decision. đ
summary â when zhong chenle found out he didn't have long to live, hospital visits became the routine and the reason he's unexcited about life. but that was until he met you, another patient who becomes the object of his newfound hope with the time he has left.
genre â fluff, angst, very slightly comedy, non-idol!au, hospital!au, teens!au; strangers to friends!au; friends to lovers!auâor what? đ; hurt & comfort; songfic; my first fic of 2026!(au) đ
notes â the specific age is a plot device; this fic has two endings!; and it's intended to be read in the order it's written; so this fic is greatly inspired by that line in EXO's Flatline; but also by the whole chorus itself; this is only slightly inspired by "Five Feet Apart," i've never really watched or read it, i've only seen the trailer once many years ago so i'd say it's more of a visual or vibe inspiration; photos are not mine, mostly pinterest-based, credits to the rightful owners!
warnings â mentions of accident, death, dying, grave medical conditions, medications, surgeries; implied depression (but not focused on it); implications of suicide by drowning (one time mention only); dream imagery that may or may not be confusing; i kept most of the medical stuff vague here since this is just a short and quick fic; might be medically inaccurate in some parts but that's why i kept it straight to the point; i do apologize for that!; implications of ethical practice being enforced; just two teens tryna save each other emotionallyâand an author doing otherwise đ ; i will hurt you first and then comfort you last đŤ
word count â 3.0k
song rec â Flatline by EXO
a/n â ugh i cannot get over the song rn and that's why this fic even exists at all; but anyway it's just a plot bunny i thought of over one weekend and i just had to write it, i just had to let it hurt, i just had to flush it out of my system for my peace of mind; anyway, can i just say?? the whole chorus is interpreted in two ways, thus the two endings; but not in that "pick your poison" kindârather, u will experience the endings exactly as how the chorus goes, just in my â¨interpretationâ¨
disclaimer â character personas do not reflect that of the idol and is created/used for the sole purpose of fiction
"So, when I flatline"
- zhong chenle was only 16 when he found out he didn't have long
- if he didn't find a perfectly matched donor for his kidney
- some kind of failure, from an otherwise unwanted accident
- one of his kidneys was affected, and it was barely keeping him alive
- still, he survived another year, so now he was 17
- and constantly visiting the hospital for maintenance while they look for a donor
- he stayed hopeful, because everyday the hospital took the liberty of checking if people would like to donate a kidney for a good cause
- of course the criterion was the most important part: it has to be a perfect match
- and everyday, he stayed hopeful
- he could still go to school, but constant visits to the doctor had made him somewhat cold
- somewhat disinterested
- with people, with hobbies, with things
- it was only natural, especially since he lives like it was his last day on earth
- but that was until he stopped pretending he wasn't noticing the girl in the east wing
- and the cafeteria halls
- and sometimes the garden
- he'd learned your name from one of the nurses
- you were... also constantly at the hospital
- but he'd heard from one of his doctors, who's also your doctor, that you've been here longer than him
- or at least, that you were practically living in the east wing for two months now
- because of the patient confidentiality clause, he couldn't find out what's wrong with you
- so his doctor told him he should just go talk to you if he wanted to know more
- he definitely clocked the crush
- young, blushy, extremely sheepishly teenage
- one of the nurses he'd gotten close with even helped him
- "chenle, meet y/n. y/n, meet chenle," introduced the nurse during one of his overnight stays in the hospital
- chenle? oh, he was a mess of red across his cheeks
- "hey," you definitely clocked the crush too
- but unlike him, you were just... cool about it
- "hi," replied 17-year-old-blushing-mess-chenle
- you were both in the cafeteria, and there weren't much people
- just food in front of him, and you with a pack of apple juice
- he'd smiled at thatâof courseâyou, too, were cursed with the hospital's health restrictions
- you talked like normal teens
- about which schools you go to, about hobbies, favorite movies, games
- but not about what you're doing in the hospital
- never about that
- chenle never asked you, and you didn't ask either
- maybe you were just being fair, since he wasn't prying
- but he was dying to know just what kind of fate you sharedâor didn'tâto have been allowed this kind of teenage hospital love story
- or so he thought it was a love story in the making
- what with days spent eating at the cafeteria together
- playing board games in the common area
- walking in the garden in the afternoon and half-judging the less nicer staff of the institution
- getting visited by your doctors one after the other
- and going to the rooftop to smell the breeze from the sea next to the hospital
- "when i get old and grey and die, i'd want my ashes to be sprinkled to the sea," you'd said one time
- chenle raised his eyebrows, "why?"
- "nothing in particular," you shrugged, "i just want to."
- he chuckled at that
- "okay, i'll keep that in mind."
- "nice," you grinned. "besides, they say we haven't even discovered more than ten percent of the sea. who knows, i might finally discover the megalodon's hideout."
- now chenle totally laughed at that
- "so you love the sea, huh," he smiled at you
- "you could say that," you finally settled into a soft curl of your lips, "i loved swimming in it. i was never afraid when the waves swallowed me at the beach."
- "and you know that feeling when you're underwater for so long? and then you come to the surface to let out that breath you've held? i like that feeling."
- "that long exhale you take after knowing you haven't drowned."
- when chenle looked at you, staring at the blue sea below, he thoughtâ
-Â yes, this could be a love story
đđ
- later on, he found out you have a boyfriend
- that broke his heart a little
- because he'd thought you were single, or something
- he'd seen the guy, kyle
- funny, though, because he'd also seen how you rolled your eyes at kyle when he'd visited once
- and kyle was... unimpressive
- he was loud, a little reckless, and looked like he didn't care about you at all
- he'd seen it from the distance of the tables in the cafeteria halls
- you were eating with kyle, he was just watching from afar
- chenle didn't know what hurt more
- seeing you with kyle, or seeing you unhappy with your "boyfriend"
- because he may not know a lot about love or relationships, but he knew that look
- that blank stare, that heavy sigh, that silence that said everything without saying any word at all
- and one night, during one of those times he was still staying at the hospital and you never left, you'd finally said something
- just something short, just something unimportant
- "kyle was... nice before. but i guess, he got tired of having a girlfriend who's constantly sick."
- he learned that you were childhood friends, or something like that
- that kyle asked you to be his girlfriend at 16
- that it was funny having a boyfriend that young, but that that's how teenage works
- "first love and all that," your words then
- chenle almost absentmindedly smiled
- if that was your version of first love, then maybe this was his
- this quiet night, with the girl he'd met at the hospital, complaining about your low-effort boyfriend
- after that, however, the doctors have told him he'd stabilized a little due to his maintenance medications
- so he didn't need to be at the hospital for at least five days
- and for five days, he'd missed you
- the girl who lived at the east wing, at the cafeteria halls, and sometimes the garden
- and somehow, maybe being hopeful was something to look forward to
- chenle didn't need five days, however
- because on the fourth, something went wrong
- one of his kidneysâthe one that always kept him just within reach of death's doorâfinally gave in
- and he was rushed to the hospital
- his parents were frantic
- there was still no match
- and if he didn't have the surgery that very day, he might not make it
- but as if there was some kind of divine intervention, the doctors informed them that there is one person
- a perfect match for their son
- only, the problem isâyou're a minor
- and you knew this
- so perhaps, that's why you thought your parents being there at that very moment was a miracle
- because yes, you learned about the kidney donation request for one of the patients from the doctor you shared
- yes, that same doctor didn't open it up for discussionâbecause that wasn't up to him; it wasn't his place to bring up a patient to donate for another
- yes, you were a minor and you could, morally, consent
- but you'd need your parents to agree
- so you'd forced them to agree
- to sign the papers
- because one of your kidneys was perfectly healthy
- and it was the perfect match for one zhong chenle
- your parents had never seen you this determined, so despite their initial worry, they finally agreed
- and the surgery was performed
- chenle had no idea who his donor was when he woke up
- groggy, still a little sedated
- but he'd managed a smile
- because the first thing he saw?
- was you, right beside his hospital bed
- "chenle, you're awake," you'd said
- your smile was somewhat relieved, half a grin, half a blush
- "what happened?" was what he would've asked
- but he already knew: he underwent surgery
- and judging by his state, he'd survived
- bedridden and very much aching everywhere, but alive
- "so i guess i'm part of you now, likeâliterally."
- chenle couldn't comprehend it at first
- was that a joke?
-Â waitâ
- "you're my donor?"
- "yep," you shrugged
- as if it was a normal conversation and you weren't just a walking single-kidneyed crutch-supported 17 year old girl
- "sorry you had to wait, though," you followed, solemnly this time
- "if i'd known earlier, i would've already donated, like, two weeks ago."
- chenle wanted to laugh, but he couldn't
- he still hurt everywhere
- so he managed a small smile
- a week passed, and he was on recovery
- you visited almost daily
- you always took that chair from the corner and sat next to him
- you were always there during his meals, his check-ins from nurses
- sometimes you'd sneak in at night like you weren't residing at the end of the long hall and your crutch wasn't making that squeaking noise that alerted the whole ward
- the nurses always scolded you, but you'd just scrunched your nose up at them and grinned mischievously
- and maybe three weeks of that, until he could move into his recovery period
- when he'd asked why you were always there, you just shrugged
- "well, i gotta check if my kidney actually worked."
- your tone was borderline nonchalant, like that was normal for someone who just donated a whole organ and stillwalking in crutches
- this time, chenle definitely laughed at that
- "oh, it worked, alright," he'd said, "the doctor said you were my perfect match."
- and the way he said it almost revealed just how much his heart burst
- in fact, it might have
- because you'd blushed too
- and you'd looked away then
- and he wanted to hold your hand that time
- but he'd stopped himself
- because he remembered, you have a boyfriend
- "i broke up with him," you'd said
- "what?" chenle was stunned, breath held in his chest, "why?"
- "i just... didn't wanna lie to myself anymore."
- you'd looked at his eyes then
- and for a moment, the world stopped around you
- but only for a moment
- because the confession didn't come
- you didn't say anything else
- and he didn't push or ask
- he just... let you have the silence
- "you should rest, chenle," was all you said as you stood up and left his room
- his heart was still pounding in his chest
- because if that was what he thought he wasâthen he didn't want to be the kind of guy who ruined a relationship
- so the next time you visited him?
- "you didn't have to do that for me," he'd told you
- and you knew what he was talking about
- but you'd only smiled, rather sadly
- and said, "i didn't do it for you. it was... for me."
- and chenle didn't understand it at first
- and maybe he wouldn't, maybe he wouldn't have the time to
- because hours later, he found out you'd collapsed in your room
- he was on his way, he could walk now, supported by a crutch, when a nurse rushed out the door pushing a gurney
-Â y/n
- his eyes widened, and he froze in his place, clutching the metal crutch
- one of the nurses in the ward called onto him, voice panic-induced
- "chenle, you should be restingâ"
- "what happened? what happened to her?"
- the nurse didn't want to tell him, but she knew how stubborn these teen patients can be
- "y/n collapsed, bone marrow failure."
- the nurse didn't stay long enough for him to digest all that, she was needed immediately
- so chenle was left standing there, until he rushed to anyone who could explain what was truly happening
- and like his prayers were heard, your shared doctor found him, asking for his parents
- fortunately, they were visiting, and they were already at the lobby at the time
- and when they arrived? and the doctor finally explained?
- "we didn't want to ask this of chenle, especially since he's just recovering from his surgery."
- his parents gulped
- "the patient who donated her kidney to chenle, she needs a bone marrow transplant."
- he didn't
- he kept listening intently
- "chenle is the only match. and if we don't do it now, she might not survive."
- his mother released a shaky breath, his father couldn't believe what he'd heard
- "what happened? i thought she was fine?" chenle had asked
- "she didn't tell you?" the doctor asked back
- "tell me what?"
- "she has a bone marrow condition, and she's here for maintenance while waiting for donors."
-Â waiting for a donor
- just like he was, for months
- but he never asked, and you never told him either
- and maybe now he figured out why
- "her marrow had been unstable for months, and the strain from the kidney surgery made it worse."
- and it all made sense now
- you were protecting him from finding out that you were on borrowed time
- "we're very sorry to ask you this, mr. and mrs. zhong, but your son is her only chance of survival."
- and just like that, he was hopeful again
- because his parents understood that, right?
- they understood that you were the girl who risked your lifeâwho gave him a part of youâso that he could survive
- so that he could make it
- all while you were going through that
- and he did make it
- so now was his only chance to give back to you
- when decisions were made, and his parents signed the consent papers, the doctor didn't waste time
- but before he left the room, he'd turned to chenle
- and said, "this isn't a hundred percent success rate, and her chances had decreased so much. the double surgery itself is a risk, that's why we couldn't just do it right away."
- chenle's brows furrowed in confusion
- "i'm telling you this to prepare you, chenle. i know how much your friend means to you."
-Â friend
- you never clarified anything, he remembered
- but that was the least of his concerns now
- he was ready
- three weeks of recovery, still crutch-supported, still aching from his surgery wound
- he was ready
-Â for you
đđ
Sea Ending
"The blue that swallows me wholeLeaning against the waves, a breath exhaled heavily"
- he took a deep breath before opening his eyes
- today was the dayâhe could finally visit you
- and the smile on his face, it was there
- unmistakable
- he didn't rush
- he took it slow
- he could finally walk without the crutches
- and when he went out, the sun was high up in the sky
- it was a good day
- he could already imagine the sea next to the hospital
- he went through the motions fluidly
- like water slipping through the gaps of his fingers
- he met your parents
- talked with them, smiled with them
- exchanged thank-yous and you-did-wells
- and when it was time, he finally walked
- towards the beach, towards the sand
- the sea
- the urn felt heavy in his hands
- and he finally allowed the tears to fall again
- after hours of keeping it in
- and he would've confessed his feelings
- but that would be too late now
- because he was about to sprinkle the ashes to the sea
- just like how you wanted it
- suddenly, it all made sense to him now
- your words then, by the rooftop
- and what you'd said about your breakup, about doing it for yourself
- he understood them now
- you knewâyou didn't have long
- but maybe it was okay
- maybe this was what you meant about the sea
- because he knew that feeling now
- coming up to the surface, after months of being swallowed by the waves
- taking that long exhale
- knowing he hadn't drowned
- because you were always there
- a part of him now
- just as he was a part of you
- even if only for a moment
đđ
Star Ending
"Discovered at the end of the darknessThe star that is you upon the brilliant surface"
- it was late at night when you finally gathered the courage to move
- you'd been stuck on your bed at the east wing, not because you couldn't move
- but because you were scared of deciding to do it
- however, you already knew that at 2:58am, some of the nurses try to catch a 15-min nap just to recharge a bit
- and that was the reason you were able to sneak out by the fire exit without getting caught
- it wasn't a long walk to the beach next to the hospital, but with your crutch still in tow, it was a slow one
- still, you made it
- and you'd breathed in the icy breeze of the sea, eyes closed
- and when you opened themâthis is it
- you let go of the crutch, the sound of it falling towards the sand muffled
- and you walked, until your feet touched the sea
- until the water was to your waist
- until the blue swallowed you whole
- and down to the depths, you just... floated
- it felt quiet, like your earlier fear and the million running thoughts in your mind were silenced
- by the water, by the waves, by the sea
- and it didn't take long until you were feeling that breathlessness in your chest
- but you're determined to stay down there
- better this than a double surgery that wouldn't guarantee your life, anyway
- but just when you thought this was it, this was the ending, your endingâ
- a light, reflecting through the water
- it was so bright behind your closed lids
-Â what's that? why is it so bright?
- it couldn't have been the moon, that piece of celestial object was a few hundred thousand miles away
- it couldn't have shone this brightly through the darkness of the sea
- curious, you finally opened your eyes and swam
- upward, featherlight in the dark blue
- and when you broke to the surfaceâyou'd gasped deeply for air
- after being in the water for so long
- and the sea?
- it was lit in the brilliance of the bright star just above the surface
- a light at the end of darkness
- you'd blinked, several times
- until your eyes adjusted
- and when you'd tilted your head slightly to the left, there was someone
- on a chair, holding your hand, brows raised expectantly
- and when your vision focused, you finally recognized who it was
- zhong chenle
- and when you were about to speak, to ask where the sea and the star went
- he smiled like he was about cry, and maybe he did, becauseâ
- "y/n, you're awake."
"Loving you like it's the last timeI could die, I could flatline"
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a/n: so i've not been able to take this song out of my mind since i first listened to it. exo was the first group i fully stanned (chanyeol was my first love in kpop and u could say d.o. bias-wrecked me years later hahaha i have a do kyungsoo fanfic waaay back); so maybe this is me loving exo the same as i did back when i was just a teen, and their iconic line in this song is what inspired this whole fic.
also, first nct fic in a while! honestly, i was debating with myself on which member i wanted to put here, but somehow i thought chenle was actually perfect. i've been mesmerized by his voice lately ahhahaha. anyway, i hope u guys enjoyed the dual endings đĽšđŤś
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ÂŠď¸ 2026, moonstarsunflower. Do not translate, copy, repost, or use without permission.
ahhhhh im kinda back and kinda writing again after resting for a bit. i can't promise anything though. work is a little hellish and feelings are sometimes too heavy.
i am working on my wips, however, just recently. and this is the product of that recent energy surge! it's not much, but listening to this one song had me stuck with this short idea and i just had to write it đ
so anyway, i won't make this long. i hope u enjoy! i'll be back with more, hopefully đđ
summary â when zhong chenle found out he didn't have long to live, hospital visits became the routine and the reason he's unexcited about life. but that was until he met you, another patient who becomes the object of his newfound hope with the time he has left.
genre â fluff, angst, very slightly comedy, non-idol!au, hospital!au, teens!au; strangers to friends!au; friends to lovers!auâor what? đ; hurt & comfort; songfic; my first fic of 2026!(au) đ
notes â the specific age is a plot device; this fic has two endings!; and it's intended to be read in the order it's written; so this fic is greatly inspired by that line in EXO's Flatline; but also by the whole chorus itself; this is only slightly inspired by "Five Feet Apart," i've never really watched or read it, i've only seen the trailer once many years ago so i'd say it's more of a visual or vibe inspiration; photos are not mine, mostly pinterest-based, credits to the rightful owners!
warnings â mentions of accident, death, dying, grave medical conditions, medications, surgeries; implied depression (but not focused on it); implications of suicide by drowning (one time mention only); dream imagery that may or may not be confusing; i kept most of the medical stuff vague here since this is just a short and quick fic; might be medically inaccurate in some parts but that's why i kept it straight to the point; i do apologize for that!; implications of ethical practice being enforced; just two teens tryna save each other emotionallyâand an author doing otherwise đ ; i will hurt you first and then comfort you last đŤ
word count â 3.0k
song rec â Flatline by EXO
a/n â ugh i cannot get over the song rn and that's why this fic even exists at all; but anyway it's just a plot bunny i thought of over one weekend and i just had to write it, i just had to let it hurt, i just had to flush it out of my system for my peace of mind; anyway, can i just say?? the whole chorus is interpreted in two ways, thus the two endings; but not in that "pick your poison" kindârather, u will experience the endings exactly as how the chorus goes, just in my â¨interpretationâ¨
disclaimer â character personas do not reflect that of the idol and is created/used for the sole purpose of fiction
"So, when I flatline"
- zhong chenle was only 16 when he found out he didn't have long
- if he didn't find a perfectly matched donor for his kidney
- some kind of failure, from an otherwise unwanted accident
- one of his kidneys was affected, and it was barely keeping him alive
- still, he survived another year, so now he was 17
- and constantly visiting the hospital for maintenance while they look for a donor
- he stayed hopeful, because everyday the hospital took the liberty of checking if people would like to donate a kidney for a good cause
- of course the criterion was the most important part: it has to be a perfect match
- and everyday, he stayed hopeful
- he could still go to school, but constant visits to the doctor had made him somewhat cold
- somewhat disinterested
- with people, with hobbies, with things
- it was only natural, especially since he lives like it was his last day on earth
- but that was until he stopped pretending he wasn't noticing the girl in the east wing
- and the cafeteria halls
- and sometimes the garden
- he'd learned your name from one of the nurses
- you were... also constantly at the hospital
- but he'd heard from one of his doctors, who's also your doctor, that you've been here longer than him
- or at least, that you were practically living in the east wing for two months now
- because of the patient confidentiality clause, he couldn't find out what's wrong with you
- so his doctor told him he should just go talk to you if he wanted to know more
- he definitely clocked the crush
- young, blushy, extremely sheepishly teenage
- one of the nurses he'd gotten close with even helped him
- "chenle, meet y/n. y/n, meet chenle," introduced the nurse during one of his overnight stays in the hospital
- chenle? oh, he was a mess of red across his cheeks
- "hey," you definitely clocked the crush too
- but unlike him, you were just... cool about it
- "hi," replied 17-year-old-blushing-mess-chenle
- you were both in the cafeteria, and there weren't much people
- just food in front of him, and you with a pack of apple juice
- he'd smiled at thatâof courseâyou, too, were cursed with the hospital's health restrictions
- you talked like normal teens
- about which schools you go to, about hobbies, favorite movies, games
- but not about what you're doing in the hospital
- never about that
- chenle never asked you, and you didn't ask either
- maybe you were just being fair, since he wasn't prying
- but he was dying to know just what kind of fate you sharedâor didn'tâto have been allowed this kind of teenage hospital love story
- or so he thought it was a love story in the making
- what with days spent eating at the cafeteria together
- playing board games in the common area
- walking in the garden in the afternoon and half-judging the less nicer staff of the institution
- getting visited by your doctors one after the other
- and going to the rooftop to smell the breeze from the sea next to the hospital
- "when i get old and grey and die, i'd want my ashes to be sprinkled to the sea," you'd said one time
- chenle raised his eyebrows, "why?"
- "nothing in particular," you shrugged, "i just want to."
- he chuckled at that
- "okay, i'll keep that in mind."
- "nice," you grinned. "besides, they say we haven't even discovered more than ten percent of the sea. who knows, i might finally discover the megalodon's hideout."
- now chenle totally laughed at that
- "so you love the sea, huh," he smiled at you
- "you could say that," you finally settled into a soft curl of your lips, "i loved swimming in it. i was never afraid when the waves swallowed me at the beach."
- "and you know that feeling when you're underwater for so long? and then you come to the surface to let out that breath you've held? i like that feeling."
- "that long exhale you take after knowing you haven't drowned."
- when chenle looked at you, staring at the blue sea below, he thoughtâ
-Â yes, this could be a love story
đđ
- later on, he found out you have a boyfriend
- that broke his heart a little
- because he'd thought you were single, or something
- he'd seen the guy, kyle
- funny, though, because he'd also seen how you rolled your eyes at kyle when he'd visited once
- and kyle was... unimpressive
- he was loud, a little reckless, and looked like he didn't care about you at all
- he'd seen it from the distance of the tables in the cafeteria halls
- you were eating with kyle, he was just watching from afar
- chenle didn't know what hurt more
- seeing you with kyle, or seeing you unhappy with your "boyfriend"
- because he may not know a lot about love or relationships, but he knew that look
- that blank stare, that heavy sigh, that silence that said everything without saying any word at all
- and one night, during one of those times he was still staying at the hospital and you never left, you'd finally said something
- just something short, just something unimportant
- "kyle was... nice before. but i guess, he got tired of having a girlfriend who's constantly sick."
- he learned that you were childhood friends, or something like that
- that kyle asked you to be his girlfriend at 16
- that it was funny having a boyfriend that young, but that that's how teenage works
- "first love and all that," your words then
- chenle almost absentmindedly smiled
- if that was your version of first love, then maybe this was his
- this quiet night, with the girl he'd met at the hospital, complaining about your low-effort boyfriend
- after that, however, the doctors have told him he'd stabilized a little due to his maintenance medications
- so he didn't need to be at the hospital for at least five days
- and for five days, he'd missed you
- the girl who lived at the east wing, at the cafeteria halls, and sometimes the garden
- and somehow, maybe being hopeful was something to look forward to
- chenle didn't need five days, however
- because on the fourth, something went wrong
- one of his kidneysâthe one that always kept him just within reach of death's doorâfinally gave in
- and he was rushed to the hospital
- his parents were frantic
- there was still no match
- and if he didn't have the surgery that very day, he might not make it
- but as if there was some kind of divine intervention, the doctors informed them that there is one person
- a perfect match for their son
- only, the problem isâyou're a minor
- and you knew this
- so perhaps, that's why you thought your parents being there at that very moment was a miracle
- because yes, you learned about the kidney donation request for one of the patients from the doctor you shared
- yes, that same doctor didn't open it up for discussionâbecause that wasn't up to him; it wasn't his place to bring up a patient to donate for another
- yes, you were a minor and you could, morally, consent
- but you'd need your parents to agree
- so you'd forced them to agree
- to sign the papers
- because one of your kidneys was perfectly healthy
- and it was the perfect match for one zhong chenle
- your parents had never seen you this determined, so despite their initial worry, they finally agreed
- and the surgery was performed
- chenle had no idea who his donor was when he woke up
- groggy, still a little sedated
- but he'd managed a smile
- because the first thing he saw?
- was you, right beside his hospital bed
- "chenle, you're awake," you'd said
- your smile was somewhat relieved, half a grin, half a blush
- "what happened?" was what he would've asked
- but he already knew: he underwent surgery
- and judging by his state, he'd survived
- bedridden and very much aching everywhere, but alive
- "so i guess i'm part of you now, likeâliterally."
- chenle couldn't comprehend it at first
- was that a joke?
-Â waitâ
- "you're my donor?"
- "yep," you shrugged
- as if it was a normal conversation and you weren't just a walking single-kidneyed crutch-supported 17 year old girl
- "sorry you had to wait, though," you followed, solemnly this time
- "if i'd known earlier, i would've already donated, like, two weeks ago."
- chenle wanted to laugh, but he couldn't
- he still hurt everywhere
- so he managed a small smile
- a week passed, and he was on recovery
- you visited almost daily
- you always took that chair from the corner and sat next to him
- you were always there during his meals, his check-ins from nurses
- sometimes you'd sneak in at night like you weren't residing at the end of the long hall and your crutch wasn't making that squeaking noise that alerted the whole ward
- the nurses always scolded you, but you'd just scrunched your nose up at them and grinned mischievously
- and maybe three weeks of that, until he could move into his recovery period
- when he'd asked why you were always there, you just shrugged
- "well, i gotta check if my kidney actually worked."
- your tone was borderline nonchalant, like that was normal for someone who just donated a whole organ and still walking in crutches
- this time, chenle definitely laughed at that
- "oh, it worked, alright," he'd said, "the doctor said you were my perfect match."
- and the way he said it almost revealed just how much his heart burst
- in fact, it might have
- because you'd blushed too
- and you'd looked away then
- and he wanted to hold your hand that time
- but he'd stopped himself
- because he remembered, you have a boyfriend
- "i broke up with him," you'd said
- "what?" chenle was stunned, breath held in his chest, "why?"
- "i just... didn't wanna lie to myself anymore."
- you'd looked at his eyes then
- and for a moment, the world stopped around you
- but only for a moment
- because the confession didn't come
- you didn't say anything else
- and he didn't push or ask
- he just... let you have the silence
- "you should rest, chenle," was all you said as you stood up and left his room
- his heart was still pounding in his chest
- because if that was what he thought he wasâthen he didn't want to be the kind of guy who ruined a relationship
- so the next time you visited him?
- "you didn't have to do that for me," he'd told you
- and you knew what he was talking about
- but you'd only smiled, rather sadly
- and said, "i didn't do it for you. it was... for me."
- and chenle didn't understand it at first
- and maybe he wouldn't, maybe he wouldn't have the time to
- because hours later, he found out you'd collapsed in your room
- he was on his way, he could walk now, supported by a crutch, when a nurse rushed out the door pushing a gurney
-Â y/n
- his eyes widened, and he froze in his place, clutching the metal crutch
- one of the nurses in the ward called onto him, voice panic-induced
- "chenle, you should be restingâ"
- "what happened? what happened to her?"
- the nurse didn't want to tell him, but she knew how stubborn these teen patients can be
- "y/n collapsed, bone marrow failure."
- the nurse didn't stay long enough for him to digest all that, she was needed immediately
- so chenle was left standing there, until he rushed to anyone who could explain what was truly happening
- and like his prayers were heard, your shared doctor found him, asking for his parents
- fortunately, they were visiting, and they were already at the lobby at the time
- and when they arrived? and the doctor finally explained?
- "we didn't want to ask this of chenle, especially since he's just recovering from his surgery."
- his parents gulped
- "the patient who donated her kidney to chenle, she needs a bone marrow transplant."
- he didn't
- he kept listening intently
- "chenle is the only match. and if we don't do it now, she might not survive."
- his mother released a shaky breath, his father couldn't believe what he'd heard
- "what happened? i thought she was fine?" chenle had asked
- "she didn't tell you?" the doctor asked back
- "tell me what?"
- "she has a bone marrow condition, and she's here for maintenance while waiting for donors."
-Â waiting for a donor
- just like he was, for months
- but he never asked, and you never told him either
- and maybe now he figured out why
- "her marrow had been unstable for months, and the strain from the kidney surgery made it worse."
- and it all made sense now
- you were protecting him from finding out that you were on borrowed time
- "we're very sorry to ask you this, mr. and mrs. zhong, but your son is her only chance of survival."
- and just like that, he was hopeful again
- because his parents understood that, right?
- they understood that you were the girl who risked your lifeâwho gave him a part of youâso that he could survive
- so that he could make it
- all while you were going through that
- and he did make it
- so now was his only chance to give back to you
- when decisions were made, and his parents signed the consent papers, the doctor didn't waste time
- but before he left the room, he'd turned to chenle
- and said, "this isn't a hundred percent success rate, and her chances had decreased so much. the double surgery itself is a risk, that's why we couldn't just do it right away."
- chenle's brows furrowed in confusion
- "i'm telling you this to prepare you, chenle. i know how much your friend means to you."
-Â friend
- you never clarified anything, he remembered
- but that was the least of his concerns now
- he was ready
- three weeks of recovery, still crutch-supported, still aching from his surgery wound
- he was ready
-Â for you
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Sea Ending
"The blue that swallows me whole
Leaning against the waves, a breath exhaled heavily"
- he took a deep breath before opening his eyes
- today was the dayâhe could finally visit you
- and the smile on his face, it was there
- unmistakable
- he didn't rush
- he took it slow
- he could finally walk without the crutches
- and when he went out, the sun was high up in the sky
- it was a good day
- he could already imagine the sea next to the hospital
- he went through the motions fluidly
- like water slipping through the gaps of his fingers
- he met your parents
- talked with them, smiled with them
- exchanged thank-yous and you-did-wells
- and when it was time, he finally walked
- towards the beach, towards the sand
- the sea
- the urn felt heavy in his hands
- and he finally allowed the tears to fall again
- after hours of keeping it in
- and he would've confessed his feelings
- but that would be too late now
- because he was about to sprinkle the ashes to the sea
- just like how you wanted it
- suddenly, it all made sense to him now
- your words then, by the rooftop
- and what you'd said about your breakup, about doing it for yourself
- he understood them now
- you knewâyou didn't have long
- but maybe it was okay
- maybe this was what you meant about the sea
- because he knew that feeling now
- coming up to the surface, after months of being swallowed by the waves
- taking that long exhale
- knowing he hadn't drowned
- because you were always there
- a part of him now
- just as he was a part of you
- even if only for a moment
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Star Ending
"Discovered at the end of the darkness
The star that is you upon the brilliant surface"
- it was late at night when you finally gathered the courage to move
- you'd been stuck on your bed at the east wing, not because you couldn't move
- but because you were scared of deciding to do it
- however, you already knew that at 2:58am, some of the nurses try to catch a 15-min nap just to recharge a bit
- and that was the reason you were able to sneak out by the fire exit without getting caught
- it wasn't a long walk to the beach next to the hospital, but with your crutch still in tow, it was a slow one
- still, you made it
- and you'd breathed in the icy breeze of the sea, eyes closed
- and when you opened themâthis is it
- you let go of the crutch, the sound of it falling towards the sand muffled
- and you walked, until your feet touched the sea
- until the water was to your waist
- until the blue swallowed you whole
- and down to the depths, you just... floated
- it felt quiet, like your earlier fear and the million running thoughts in your mind were silenced
- by the water, by the waves, by the sea
- and it didn't take long until you were feeling that breathlessness in your chest
- but you're determined to stay down there
- better this than a double surgery that wouldn't guarantee your life, anyway
- but just when you thought this was it, this was the ending, your endingâ
- a light, reflecting through the water
- it was so bright behind your closed lids
-Â what's that? why is it so bright?
- it couldn't have been the moon, that piece of celestial object was a few hundred thousand miles away
- it couldn't have shone this brightly through the darkness of the sea
- curious, you finally opened your eyes and swam
- upward, featherlight in the dark blue
- and when you broke to the surfaceâyou'd gasped deeply for air
- after being in the water for so long
- and the sea?
- it was lit in the brilliance of the bright star just above the surface
- a light at the end of darkness
- you'd blinked, several times
- until your eyes adjusted
- and when you'd tilted your head slightly to the left, there was someone
- on a chair, holding your hand, brows raised expectantly
- and when your vision focused, you finally recognized who it was
- zhong chenle
- and when you were about to speak, to ask where the sea and the star went
- he smiled like he was about to cry, and maybe he did, becauseâ
- "y/n, you're awake."
"Loving you like it's the last time
I could die, I could flatline"
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a/n: so i've not been able to take this song out of my mind since i first listened to it. exo was the first group i fully stanned (chanyeol was my first love in kpop and u could say d.o. bias-wrecked me years later hahaha i have a do kyungsoo fanfic waaay back); so maybe this is me loving exo the same as i did back when i was just a teen, and their iconic line in this song is what inspired this whole fic.
also, first nct fic in a while! honestly, i was debating with myself on which member i wanted to put here, but somehow i thought chenle was actually perfect. i've been mesmerized by his voice lately ahhahaha. anyway, i hope u guys enjoyed the dual endings đĽšđŤś
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Not A Fic!: I'm Overflowing and I Need a Container
Ahhhhhhhhh I don't know where to put this or how to.
When I have nothing to write, I usually just leave for a while and then come back and write.
But the thing is, I have so many things to write and lots of things to say. But I don't know where to put my ideas right now.
They can't form words, they can't become worlds just yet, I can't force myself to write anything despite everything I have in mind.
It's like a word that's on the tip of my tongue and yet I can't remember it. That's how I'm feeling right now.
It's frustrating because I don't want them stuck in my head, but I can't write them down either. I have so many stories just at the edge of my mind and they keep stacking up but they won't fall.
They won't fall and turn seamlessly into words.
I know what the problem is, honestly. It's the fact that I'm pressuring myself to finish this, be done with that, when in fact, I don't have to rush myself.
But at the same time, if I don't, it feels like failure. It feels like fraud. It feels like I'm not the writer that I have an image of in my head; the writer who built worlds after worlds, fanfics after fanfics, original characters and different roles.
I know rest is part of the process, and I'm trying really hard to do that. But whenever I get even just 5% of it, I often jump back just to drain that 5% out until I'm at zero once again.
And it feels like a destructive habit, a pattern I'm consciously falling into despite knowing how bad that is.
I've got stories, WIPs that are on the verge of completion and yet I can't write the ending. It's not because I don't know how to end it. It's not because I've ran out of ideas. Rather, it's because I don't have enough of myself to pour into the story for it to be what I envisioned it.
I've always written with all of my heart, with all of my emotionsâeven with emotions that I don't have but channel my imagination into it to make it feel as realistic as I can, to make it as emotionally resonant as possible.
But right now, I've broken myself into pieces trying to juggle all the stories I wrote this year to the point that I don't know how to put myself back together.
It's this burnout that I can't seem to get out of, the kind that I know is bad for me but I keep letting it pull me.
I love writing so much that it's destroying me. I'm not even kidding. I keep making new stories, having fresh ideas, but never finishing them.
It's like I try to relieve myself with "newness" just to be able to feel that kick again, but the truth is, I keep falling into a loop and I can't get out of it.
Now, you might say, "maybe you just really need to take time off" or "it's just a fanfic, it's not that deep."
It is deep for me. I'm not saying being a writer is my personality. I'm saying that it's a thing I love doing so much, it's my passionâbut what if passion becomes dangerous?
How can you live with something that used to bring you joy but turns into destruction?
It's not addiction. But it's not a simple thing either.
I would love to say that it has something to do with my personal life, but I can't share my personal life in such details. And maybe that's why I write. Because my personal life is just thatâtoo personal.
But with writing fanfics, I can turn any emotions I have into an alternate universe, into a trope, into a genre that bends reality and brings you to the ends of the universe and back.
If it's personal, then why can't I just fix that?
I've been wanting to. But I'm in this waiting space where I can't do anything else yet but to simply wait. And I don't even know what's waiting beyond that.
What happens after I wait? What happens if what I've been waiting for isn't what I'm expecting?
I honestly have no idea. And perhaps that's why it's affecting me deeply. Because I don't know if things will get better.
I've said this before in one of my stories: I often partner writing with tragedy. The reason I can write the way I do is because I'm pouring these feelings of hardships into creation.
But this time, the tragedy is too much that IÂ cannot create. I cannot simply "turn to imagination."
I have poured myself into writingâand almost 70% of them not even out in public yetâthat there's nothing left to pour.
I do believe this is just soul-deep exhaustion, a kind of burnout that can't be fixed with just a few nights of sleep. I don't even get proper sleep. It's something I don't have the luxury of because of circumstances.
It's come to a point where I wanna write and share stories but because they're incomplete, I just wanna spoil each and every story I've been working on, the plot and its endings.
But of course I can't do that.
Of course, that would just be lazy and effortless. Of course, that ruins the surprise, the fun, the magic of creation and gift to the readers.
But maybe, at the very least, I can be vague about it. So maybe, here are a list of WIPs and plots stuck in my head and my drafts without giving out direct spoilers at allâjust the general idea of it.
Maybe, if I try to say that I do have a lot planned out, it will feel like some kind of achievement, some kind of promise that I haven't been slacking, that I am going to fulfill the promise that I made with myself to finish all of them.
I know you're not requiring me to do all this. It's a pressure I'm putting on myself. But I feel like if I don't do this as well, it feels like I failed myself.
I hold myself to such a high standard that it feels so crushing when I don't achieve any of my goals in writing.
Anyway, so yeah, list of WIPs and plots, not in any order, just written as I rack my brain:
1. A Johnny x Reader hitman/mafia/gang au (this has been in my brain since the early 2020s I think? I can't even remember when this idea hit me).
2. That SVT x Reader series I'm working on, specifically about my top 4 biases (Chan, Minghao, Mingyu, Seokmin).
3. A Chan x OC mermaid au that I'm not sure I wanna release or just write mainly because it's an OC and also because the OC is familiarâI'm not sure how people feel about OCs that were already written. But I've expressed how I feel about OCs as well in that recent fic about Chan. I can go on about it but I'll risk making this part long.
4. A Bodyguard x President's Daughter au, completed but it's not time yet.
5. A Stepsiblings au, again completed but not the time yet.
6. A Mark x Reader bet au, I'm in the process of writing this but like I said, I can't continue just yet.
7. A Country Boy x City Girl au, incomplete, I don't know how this story goes, really. I mean, I do but I don't have a clear direction on how to write it just yet.
8. A Genie au, completed, whimsical, very cute if you ask me but maybe that's just me. Still not yet the time.
9. A Freaky Friday body swap au, incomplete but it's almost done.
10. A Haechan x Reader fic, I can't reveal anything about this mainly because it's not a conventional narration type of story. Just that I've been planning this since 2021, if I remember correctly?
11. A Kun x Reader angel au, it's still just an idea for now. But this is one of the oldest ideas I have just sitting in my brain.
12. A Hendery x Reader fic that's supposed to be a Halloween entry but I can't seem to finish this one. It's already half-written to be honest. I just need the lore to "lore."
13. There's a Wonwoo x Reader blurb I guess? That I've finished, but I'm not sure I wanna release it because it's got something to do with fangirling towards a non-kpop obsession.
14. A Minghao x Reader vampire au that's 10% drafted and 90% idea.
15. A BSS love story miniseries, still 100% just an idea.
16. A Seungcheol x Reader fic that's all about emotions. It's a simple plot that's why I can't say anything else.
These aren't even all of it. I have drafts from the year 2019 or so that I haven't fully dug up just yet.
But these are the ideas so far. These are what I've been planning, some of them half-written, some of them completed but most are still drafts or just plots in my head.
The way these are listed doesn't even reveal just how the process of some of these stories are exhaustive.
Like the way one of them is so massive that it broke me. It's been breaking me for months. It's still breaking me until now.
It's that big of a story, that heavy of a lore, that I just don't know how to approach it anymore. It's like it has become a monster of its own and the thing isâI'm the one who created it.
And maybe I'm gonna be honest about something too: I'm even writing something as massive as that but it's not up for public consumption.
It's a comfort story only for my eyes to see, and not publicizing it is not selfishness.
Rather, to me, it's a form of self-preservation. When that story gets released in the future, you will see this mentioned again in the appendices.
But maybe here's a timestamp tooâthe comfort fic I'm writing was a reaction to that huge fic. It was a response for my nervous system to calm down.
I had to comfort myself with something that's only for me because of that lore-heavy fic I'm creating.
So no, I'm not releasing that. And I'm not writing this to be selfish or anything. This is an emotional release. This is something I had to write because I'm overflowing and I have no container for all of my feelings.
I want all of these to see the light of day. But I'm not sure I can. I do want all of them to be released, however.
And if that takes years then so be it. If it takes time, then okay. If that means taking a break then I should.
Because I remember how it took me 3 years to finish two of my SVT series. No one except me pressured myself to do it. No one told me to put a schedule on my creative works except me.
And I know I can always take a rest. It's part of the process. It's just that, to me, it feels like if I take that much time just to rest, it feels unproductive. It feels like I'm losing a part of me again that I didn't wanna lose.
But at the same time, I'm already in pieces right now. I don't know where to start looking to complete myself.
Writing is not something simple for me. It's my form of art. It's my form of self-expression. I don't wish to be a well-known or famous author. I don't wish to gain money off of this.
I simply just want to write.
I simply want to express myself, to share these stories and call them my art.
It's simply an outlet of creativity for me, in a way that's controlled, organized, and something that I feel like I can be proud of because I created them.
It's simply the part of my life where I appreciate the beauty of life, by worldbuilding, by creating OCs or playing with a blank slate of reader-inserts and breathing backstories into them, by producing words and turning it into prose.
It's the hobby that I never want to lose the spark of.
This is why it's such a big deal for me.
And right now, I'm just lost. Right now I'm just exhausted, mentally and emotionally and physically. Right now I'm just scattered into pieces. And I don't know how to pick them up, or where to start.
I guess, I just wanted to let this out.
Just to breathe. Just to put this pressure off of myself.
This isn't a promise or a fallback or anything. Maybe this is also a form of self-expression. Maybe this is also fiction that's not one. Maybe this is just to remind myself that I don't have to hurry up, I don't have to rush, I don't have to demand anything from myself when I'm already this burnt out.
Maybe this is just part of the process. Just something to tell myself that "No, you don't have to do anything today. Just existing is fine."
Just breathing is fine. Just staring into the void is fine.
Then maybe, this is how I take that rest that's long overdue.
So no, this is not a fic. This is not a promise. But this is not a fallback too.
This is just my container, just a place where I can compartmentalize that part that's overflowing together with the rest of myself.
This is just where I'm allowing myself to say that I'm not failing, that I'm allowed to be full of ideas but not have the energy to create an output, that it's okay to just rest.
so like titled, this isn't a fic. this is just a container of sorts. i'm just releasing smth that needed release. feel free to not read itâor do. up to you really.
it's related to writing in general. and ig this is my christmas entry for this year, despite the not-a-fic state.
merry christmas and happy new year in advance, i hope everyone has a good one. đđ
this is not smth to worry abt, btw. this is just a pause, an exhale, a breath.
Not A Fic!: I'm Overflowing and I Need a Container
Ahhhhhhhhh I don't know where to put this or how to.
When I have nothing to write, I usually just leave for a while and then come back and write.
But the thing is, I have so many things to write and lots of things to say. But I don't know where to put my ideas right now.
They can't form words, they can't become worlds just yet, I can't force myself to write anything despite everything I have in mind.
It's like a word that's on the tip of my tongue and yet I can't remember it. That's how I'm feeling right now.
It's frustrating because I don't want them stuck in my head, but I can't write them down either. I have so many stories just at the edge of my mind and they keep stacking up but they won't fall.
They won't fall and turn seamlessly into words.
I know what the problem is, honestly. It's the fact that I'm pressuring myself to finish this, be done with that, when in fact, I don't have to rush myself.
But at the same time, if I don't, it feels like failure. It feels like fraud. It feels like I'm not the writer that I have an image of in my head; the writer who built worlds after worlds, fanfics after fanfics, original characters and different roles.
I know rest is part of the process, and I'm trying really hard to do that. But whenever I get even just 5% of it, I often jump back just to drain that 5% out until I'm at zero once again.
And it feels like a destructive habit, a pattern I'm consciously falling into despite knowing how bad that is.
I've got stories, WIPs that are on the verge of completion and yet I can't write the ending. It's not because I don't know how to end it. It's not because I've ran out of ideas. Rather, it's because I don't have enough of myself to pour into the story for it to be what I envisioned it.
I've always written with all of my heart, with all of my emotionsâeven with emotions that I don't have but channel my imagination into it to make it feel as realistic as I can, to make it as emotionally resonant as possible.
But right now, I've broken myself into pieces trying to juggle all the stories I wrote this year to the point that I don't know how to put myself back together.
It's this burnout that I can't seem to get out of, the kind that I know is bad for me but I keep letting it pull me.
I love writing so much that it's destroying me. I'm not even kidding. I keep making new stories, having fresh ideas, but never finishing them.
It's like I try to relieve myself with "newness" just to be able to feel that kick again, but the truth is, I keep falling into a loop and I can't get out of it.
Now, you might say, "maybe you just really need to take time off" or "it's just a fanfic, it's not that deep."
It is deep for me. I'm not saying being a writer is my personality. I'm saying that it's a thing I love doing so much, it's my passionâbut what if passion becomes dangerous?
How can you live with something that used to bring you joy but turns into destruction?
It's not addiction. But it's not a simple thing either.
I would love to say that it has something to do with my personal life, but I can't share my personal life in such details. And maybe that's why I write. Because my personal life is just thatâtoo personal.
But with writing fanfics, I can turn any emotions I have into an alternate universe, into a trope, into a genre that bends reality and brings you to the ends of the universe and back.
If it's personal, then why can't I just fix that?
I've been wanting to. But I'm in this waiting space where I can't do anything else yet but to simply wait. And I don't even know what's waiting beyond that.
What happens after I wait? What happens if what I've been waiting for isn't what I'm expecting?
I honestly have no idea. And perhaps that's why it's affecting me deeply. Because I don't know if things will get better.
I've said this before in one of my stories: I often partner writing with tragedy. The reason I can write the way I do is because I'm pouring these feelings of hardships into creation.
But this time, the tragedy is too much that IÂ cannot create. I cannot simply "turn to imagination."
I have poured myself into writingâand almost 70% of them not even out in public yetâthat there's nothing left to pour.
I do believe this is just soul-deep exhaustion, a kind of burnout that can't be fixed with just a few nights of sleep. I don't even get proper sleep. It's something I don't have the luxury of because of circumstances.
It's come to a point where I wanna write and share stories but because they're incomplete, I just wanna spoil each and every story I've been working on, the plot and its endings.
But of course I can't do that.
Of course, that would just be lazy and effortless. Of course, that ruins the surprise, the fun, the magic of creation and gift to the readers.
But maybe, at the very least, I can be vague about it. So maybe, here are a list of WIPs and plots stuck in my head and my drafts without giving out direct spoilers at allâjust the general idea of it.
Maybe, if I try to say that I do have a lot planned out, it will feel like some kind of achievement, some kind of promise that I haven't been slacking, that I am going to fulfill the promise that I made with myself to finish all of them.
I know you're not requiring me to do all this. It's a pressure I'm putting on myself. But I feel like if I don't do this as well, it feels like I failed myself.
I hold myself to such a high standard that it feels so crushing when I don't achieve any of my goals in writing.
Anyway, so yeah, list of WIPs and plots, not in any order, just written as I rack my brain:
1. A Johnny x Reader hitman/mafia/gang au (this has been in my brain since the early 2020s I think? I can't even remember when this idea hit me).
2. That SVT x Reader series I'm working on, specifically about my top 4 biases (Chan, Minghao, Mingyu, Seokmin).
3. A Chan x OC mermaid au that I'm not sure I wanna release or just write mainly because it's an OC and also because the OC is familiarâI'm not sure how people feel about OCs that were already written. But I've expressed how I feel about OCs as well in that recent fic about Chan. I can go on about it but I'll risk making this part long.
4. A Bodyguard x President's Daughter au, completed but it's not time yet.
5. A Stepsiblings au, again completed but not the time yet.
6. A Mark x Reader bet au, I'm in the process of writing this but like I said, I can't continue just yet.
7. A Country Boy x City Girl au, incomplete, I don't know how this story goes, really. I mean, I do but I don't have a clear direction on how to write it just yet.
8. A Genie au, completed, whimsical, very cute if you ask me but maybe that's just me. Still not yet the time.
9. A Freaky Friday body swap au, incomplete but it's almost done.
10. A Haechan x Reader fic, I can't reveal anything about this mainly because it's not a conventional narration type of story. Just that I've been planning this since 2021, if I remember correctly?
11. A Kun x Reader angel au, it's still just an idea for now. But this is one of the oldest ideas I have just sitting in my brain.
12. A Hendery x Reader fic that's supposed to be a Halloween entry but I can't seem to finish this one. It's already half-written to be honest. I just need the lore to "lore."
13. There's a Wonwoo x Reader blurb I guess? That I've finished, but I'm not sure I wanna release it because it's got something to do with fangirling towards a non-kpop obsession.
14. A Minghao x Reader vampire au that's 10% drafted and 90% idea.
15. A BSS love story miniseries, still 100% just an idea.
16. A Seungcheol x Reader fic that's all about emotions. It's a simple plot that's why I can't say anything else.
These aren't even all of it. I have drafts from the year 2019 or so that I haven't fully dug up just yet.
But these are the ideas so far. These are what I've been planning, some of them half-written, some of them completed but most are still drafts or just plots in my head.
The way these are listed doesn't even reveal just how the process of some of these stories are exhaustive.
Like the way one of them is so massive that it broke me. It's been breaking me for months. It's still breaking me until now.
It's that big of a story, that heavy of a lore, that I just don't know how to approach it anymore. It's like it has become a monster of its own and the thing isâI'm the one who created it.
And maybe I'm gonna be honest about something too: I'm even writing something as massive as that but it's not up for public consumption.
It's a comfort story only for my eyes to see, and not publicizing it is not selfishness.
Rather, to me, it's a form of self-preservation. When that story gets released in the future, you will see this mentioned again in the appendices.
But maybe here's a timestamp tooâthe comfort fic I'm writing was a reaction to that huge fic. It was a response for my nervous system to calm down.
I had to comfort myself with something that's only for me because of that lore-heavy fic I'm creating.
So no, I'm not releasing that. And I'm not writing this to be selfish or anything. This is an emotional release. This is something I had to write because I'm overflowing and I have no container for all of my feelings.
I want all of these to see the light of day. But I'm not sure I can. I do want all of them to be released, however.
And if that takes years then so be it. If it takes time, then okay. If that means taking a break then I should.
Because I remember how it took me 3 years to finish two of my SVT series. No one except me pressured myself to do it. No one told me to put a schedule on my creative works except me.
And I know I can always take a rest. It's part of the process. It's just that, to me, it feels like if I take that much time just to rest, it feels unproductive. It feels like I'm losing a part of me again that I didn't wanna lose.
But at the same time, I'm already in pieces right now. I don't know where to start looking to complete myself.
Writing is not something simple for me. It's my form of art. It's my form of self-expression. I don't wish to be a well-known or famous author. I don't wish to gain money off of this.
I simply just want to write.
I simply want to express myself, to share these stories and call them my art.
It's simply an outlet of creativity for me, in a way that's controlled, organized, and something that I feel like I can be proud of because I created them.
It's simply the part of my life where I appreciate the beauty of life, by worldbuilding, by creating OCs or playing with a blank slate of reader-inserts and breathing backstories into them, by producing words and turning it into prose.
It's the hobby that I never want to lose the spark of.
This is why it's such a big deal for me.
And right now, I'm just lost. Right now I'm just exhausted, mentally and emotionally and physically. Right now I'm just scattered into pieces. And I don't know how to pick them up, or where to start.
I guess, I just wanted to let this out.
Just to breathe. Just to put this pressure off of myself.
This isn't a promise or a fallback or anything. Maybe this is also a form of self-expression. Maybe this is also fiction that's not one. Maybe this is just to remind myself that I don't have to hurry up, I don't have to rush, I don't have to demand anything from myself when I'm already this burnt out.
Maybe this is just part of the process. Just something to tell myself that "No, you don't have to do anything today. Just existing is fine."
Just breathing is fine. Just staring into the void is fine.
Then maybe, this is how I take that rest that's long overdue.
So no, this is not a fic. This is not a promise. But this is not a fallback too.
This is just my container, just a place where I can compartmentalize that part that's overflowing together with the rest of myself.
This is just where I'm allowing myself to say that I'm not failing, that I'm allowed to be full of ideas but not have the energy to create an output, that it's okay to just rest.
i think i may have an idea and if im right im so sorry and belated happy birthday wishing u a happy and healthy life and perhaps a chance to be close again but its okay not forcing u haha if u happen to not be that idea well still thank u for the greetings! i appreciate so much đĽłđ in case that idea is lurking around here's me hoping u get this not-so-hidden confession: i just wanted to say i never forgot svt. and kim mingyu. and lee seokmin. and xu minghao. and lee chan. đŤś
hi! i know you don't take requests but i was wondering if u have any upcoming Mark angst? haha :')
hiiii! okay okay firstâyes i do its not upcoming its not even written yet BUT I DO HAVE A PLOT IN MIND ITS BEEN BREWING IN MY COFFEE MACHINE AKA BRAIN FOR A WHILE TBH I JUST WANTED TO FINISH ALL MY CURRENT PLANNED RELEASES (AND YES IM FINALLY DONE WITH IT) BUT YES I DO HAVE A PLAN FOR A MARK ANGST SOMEONE ALSO ASKED ME THE SAME THING MONTHS AGO I COULDNT ANSWER BC ITS NOT WRITTEN YET HAHAHA SORRY FOR THE UPPERCASE NO IM NOT ANGRY I JUST THINK ITS FINALLY TIME TO GO BACK TO WRITING NCT PLOTS AGAIN HAHAHAHA THIS IS ME BEING EXCITED
also idk when but i swear ill write that mark angst trust the timing hahaha i do plan for 2026 to be a svt x nct mix of fic drops (hopefully i can deliver fingers crossed đ¤) ahahahahhaa im sorry i spoiled it this was supposed to be a surprise đŤŁ
edit: also i still mostly dont take requests but if i do get some and i think it aligns with what i have in mind or is already in my list of fic ideas i do consider and will try to deliver, however long it may take đđ
genre â fluff, angst, suggestive đ, non-idol!au, college!au, fake dating!au, arranged marriage!au but it's not what u think (or maybe it is), kinda slow burn, i'd say romcom but i'm not sure if i'm funny enough, kinda satire maybe, this au has a short completely made-up history bits, rich people politics, generational cultâi mean curse
notes â photos used are not mine, credits to rightful owners!
warnings â none, this is just the appendices!
word count â 4.3k
XV. The Appendices
Welcome to the weird wild world of Tachibana Akane Hime! You can skip this, but you can also read this. That's all. đ
If you do decide to read this, this section is just the Fact & Fiction part where I share my sentiments and some spoilers for any next projects I'm working onâif there's any. đ
To be very honest, I don't even know if people read my appendices đ But I definitely indulge in these pieces, spilling my thoughts about the process of writing my stories like I would to a diary, because there's no other place to put them.
And so with this, you've been warned of the content below HAHAHA. Totally skippable, no forcing; but if you wanna read, I'd like to welcome you to my web of thoughts, untangled. đď¸
1. The Self-Willing Tachibana Akane Hime
This was meant to be a reader-insert oneshot.
Two years ago when I started it, I only planned for it to be a long oneshot fanfic. But when I revisited it, I couldn't believe how it's almost completed but never saw the light.
So I worked on it again, and as I did, I got so attached that that I had to give this wonderful rich witch girl a name. She deserved one, something I'm proud to be good atâoriginal character creationâand I just had to give it to her.
So I decided, "okay, let's give Rich Witch Girl a name."
I searched, I clicked across websites, I skimmed through lists, and then I saw it... Akane. Deep or brilliant red in meaning.
I wrote her as someone who loves the color red. And that was it, the name clicked. I saw it and I liked it. But it felt like the name itself wanted me to choose it. So I did.
Next: Tachibana. I searched again, scrolled through lists of Japanese surnames. And then I saw Tachibana. Hm, sounded cool. I've never used that before. BUT THENâit meant tangerines.
When Tangerines Give You Lemons âĄď¸ the Joshua fanfic I wrote âĄď¸ a spin-off of TCOTR (it was mentioned that Joshua has a sister and this sister is Hong Jia from The Colors of the Rain, yes, I confirm it đ).
And to be honest?
This is actually a fanfic that I wrote alongside TCOTR because (spoiler alert!!!) I gave Lee Chan an ending of a lifetime in that story and I felt badâSO I CREATED THIS STORY TO GIVE HIM A DIFFERENT ENDING THAT TRANSCENDS A LIFETIME.
In short, this is an alternate universe where Chan gets a different ending that transcends a lifetime (the way I'm trying hard not to spoil that story in case you'd like to read it but also I'm not forcing you guys đ¤Łđ¤Łđ¤Ł).
And that's where Tachibana came into play.
But then there's Hime too.
So okay, I decided, Tachibana Akane. Cute. BUT THEN I FUCKING REMEMBERED THERE MIGHT BE ANIME CHARACTERS WITH THAT NAME. AND THERE WAS. I'm not familiar with the anime. But I felt bad because TACHIBANA AKANE WAS SO PERFECT ALREADY!!! đđđ
BUT THENâwho said I can't give her another name? đ
She's already the controversial eccentric rich witch girlâwhy not take it up another notch??? AND SOâthe â¨Tachibana Akane Hime⨠was born. Because who's to say she's not of royal-blood? It was not confirmed in the story. But it wasn't denied either. So yes, this is to confirm that Hime is her legal second name. HAHAHAHA.
And this is how Tachibana Akane Hime, the Fire Princess of Tangerines, self-willed her name into existence. đŽ
Cool Fact: Akane is fire personified, but fire was never just red to begin withâit's also orange. And what else is orange in her name? đ¤
2. The Rich Girl & The Arranged Marriage Trope
Okay, okayâI know. I've done this before.
I've written an arranged marriage trope before with a rich girl named Kim Saemi. And she's as fire as Akane. Yes, I have a type (and they're two guys with "Chan" in their [stage] names đŤ˘).
Kidding aside, YES I HAVE A TYPE AND IT'S ARRANGED MARRIAGE TROPES AND ICONIC RICH GIRL OCs! HAHAHA đ
But if that Saemi was already fire back then, this Akane just burned the house down and she burned with it laughing maniacally. đĽ
I love that even when I created two stories with the same concept, I was still able to flip the tables in this new tale about an airport in hell and Lee Chan leaving in a broomstick.
It's so fun because they're almost similar to each other: arranged to be married to another rich person, money money money, smart girls running away from their fateâor their doom.
BUT what I love so much about this is that I truly amped up the rich girl trope here.
It was only this year that I added so much to Akane's character because she felt a little flat compared to two years ago but now she's this notorious nepo baby with a crazy plan, a crazier belief that it would work, and the craziest luckâbecause it actually did.
Like I said, this was only supposed to be a oneshot, and I almost backed out of making this particular rich girl an eccentric one. If I remember correctly, I've written almost half of the story before I backtracked and said "wait a minuteâsomething's not working here" and I thought it was the eccentric angle. I almost scrapped the whole thing and replaced her eccentricity with the stereotypical rich mean girl.
But I didn't. I continued writing, despite the lack of enthusiasm, and after 12 acts, I stopped. But I left notes on how I wanted to end it.
Years later, I came back to it, together with TCOTR, because I finally had the courage to hold a pen and write again. (Well, technically I typed it, but yeah.) Anyway, I found inspiration again after writing Cosmos, another Lee Chan fanfic, and I just wrote again.
I improved TCOTR first, then I took a peek at this one and I was shocked, to be honest, to find out that there was only one act left to write and I was just?? I don't know?? Amazed?? At the concept I had?? At everything I've written so far??
It was like digging up a time capsule and it reminded me of how much I really loved writing. Then I decided to give this story the ending it deserved, while adding two new acts to complete the story.
I improved it, Tachibana Akane Hime self-willed herself into the story, and the rest of it followed.
Now I get to watch the house burn down as Akane and Chan burn with it but they don't die. Because this story is out there now, and I can proudly look back at this and say, "Checkpot." (not me being unhingedâsorry 'bout that) đđđ
3. Akane as An Alternate Universe Mirror of a Character in The Colors of the Rain
So, Akane didn't just self-willed herself. In my mind, she was also the exact opposite of this character I made in TCOTR, someone I loved hating because of how good that character is at being herself. I'm not gonna name-drop her, but if you happen to read it, she's also a Japanese girl đ
But like I said, Akane is the complete opposite of that girl. I made this character first, but she was unnamed and left in the drafts for years. Meanwhile, the other one from TCOTR was freshly added to the story and I just loved the process of naming her and creating her persona.
That girl has her own section from the appendices of TCOTR. But all I can say is that, even though I made her like that, I still love that character because I created her. And that's what I also love about Akane.
Akane Hime is the first Japanese OC lead I ever made, and I so love the fact that I made her in this particular fanfic because it's an Lee Chan one and he's my favorite bias wrecker (the only bias wrecker, i fear) in SVT!
Okay, okayâyou guys have to understandâI love Japan. I'm in love with Japan.
It's been a dream for me ever since I was a kid, up until now. But it also broke my heart. Back in 2022. It's complicated.
But I'm okay now.
And maybe that's why I'm able to write Japanese OCs with such grit and heart. And I love it. I love all my OCs, I love this OC so much. I love the process I went through in creating them and these stories.
Ooh, another cool fact: I created my first ever Lee Chan fanfic and it actually has to do with Japan. Those were my sad writing hours. But I'm not sad anymore, just nostalgic about it.
But anyway, both that girl from TCOTR and Tachibana Akane Hime represent my love for Japan (even though the other one might be questionable, but truthfully it's just a matter of characterization on her part haha!).
So far, with all her short-lived tales of iconic witchery and world-class chess mastery, Akane Hime is my favorite original character so far.
The moment I started reading and revising, I knew I just had to turn it into a miniseries because this story didn't deserve to be just a oneshot.
It deserved to be revised into perfection and become a series of its own, despite its ephemeral runtime.
4. The Layers
Okay so, I don't even know where to begin with this but let me try.
So honestly, I've mentioned that Akane's character was a reader-insert, and when I read it again and again this year, I realized she was a little flat. When I came up with the name to make her an OC, in the finalization stage, I thought she talked way too less.
So I came up with new dialogues just around September this year, actually. And when I added those, she suddenly became this accidental nepo baby who weaponizes her image and makes sure she's always in the middle of a scandal.
And I spiraled a lot after that hahahaha đ Because I know how nepo babies are viewed in the year 2025 and it's "negative press," if she were to word it.
Like I said in the beginning, I may have created a bit of a controversial character.
But I think what I love with how controversial she is as the MC is the fact that she does change for the better. She makes sure that her plans, as absurd as it is, will work. That she will break free from the very image she'd crafted for herself, and I think it was the most beautiful redemption arc she could ever have.
So maybe that's why even if I was worried to release this OC in the wild, I had faith that she will still make for a good one that transforms throughout the story. She's not the same person she was at the beginning vs. the end of the story.
I love that I was able to explore her personality more when I was finalizing the story because I was able to add more to her Witch Girl lore which is a classic misconception-turned-weaponized-image. I had so much fun adding that bit about her perceived sensuality in public when in truth, she was canonically a first-timer in sex. I don't necessarily love that she turned out to be so rich she became a nepo baby, but I love that she broke free from that.
I found it really interesting brainstorming again this year on how to portray her wealth and I thoughtâfor someone with such a crazy plan for a scheme, she was perfect as 'richest-person-in-the-country-level' rich. And yes, it's an exaggeration but like, isn't it in some way still realistic? I think what made that interesting to me is that because she was that rich, it would be such a payoff when she'd finally walked away from her family.
Because let's face itâshe could easily succumb to her family's hunger for moneyâand yet she didn't. And that's what made her so compelling, choosing modesty and humility over power and wealth.
And the fact she was delusional enough to think a fake dating scheme would work was just the cherry on top. Like, how do you actually expect fake dating someone to work as a dodge to an arranged marriage? Yeah, that's what makes it hilariousâbecause she made it work. đ
So yeah, all I wanted to say is that I made her so alive in the finalized version to the point she's become a slightly worrying OC to upload, but that her story is what redeems her.
As of date, she is truthfully my favorite OC out of all the ones I've made before. I've actually written some other stories about her again, because I realized she's such a versatile OC. Like apart from her rich witch girl role, I definitely wrote different roles for her and she fits all of them.
To me, it doesn't feel out of sorts. It almost feels like she's an actress playing roles, like when writers assign roles to idols/members according to the genre they're writing. That's how she feels to me as an original character.
For example, I wrote an inverted version of the same fake dating genre but instead of her hiring a boyfriend because she's rich and evading arranged marriages, it's about Chan recruiting her to his scheme to make their exes jealousâand it still feels so her but with just a different role.
Oh, and because I mentioned it, yes, I still paired her up with Lee Chan. Because I cannot imagine this OC with anyone else. đ
This is kind of like an attachment thing, though. Like I definitely can make multiple original characters if I wanted to, but if I pair it with a member, they'll be the pair for me. It's not to say that I won't make reader-insert stories anymore, because I've already written multiple ones for Lee Chan with a female reader-insert. It's just that, since debuting Akane Hime as the first OC pairing for Chan, I can't imagine any other OC for him.
I've done this with my NCT stories before, and this is why I cannot be attached to my characters unless I wanna keep making more OCs than reader-inserts HAHAHAHA.
But anyway, this is getting long, and I'm not sure if I wanna release these other stories yet. Truthfully, as fun as it is in my head, I'm not confident yet that readers will enjoy OC pairings with their favorite idols as I do, so I try to balance it as much as possible. If and when I do feel confident enough, I'll post a warning. â ď¸
Kidding, but I probably will announce ahead of time anyway. So yeah, this is to confirm that I have more than one Lee Chan fic in my drafts and in due time, they'll see the light.
More love to Dino of SVT. đŠľ
5. The Metaphors that Metaphor-ed: Akane's Board & Chan's Table
So as I revisited this, I've had the time to brainstorm again and see what new things I could bring to the table, and I did.
As I brainstormed and dove deeper into the dynamics of this fictional Chan and Akane, I realized that I've written Chan (strictly in this story's context only) to be someone who just... has this aura in him.
So, he was written to be a middle-class guy who only got swept up in rich people politics because he took up a job as a fake boyfriend. But analyzing him, he was also this person who just has that certainty, that ability to want something and get it, in a way that he's so certain that he can do it.
He wanted Akane, and he got her. And that's where the metaphors were born.
The Broomstick, I think we already know, is a metaphor for Akane's eccentricity and her being called the Witch Girl.
But I just wanna add how this angle was also enhanced this year. Like yes, I had that angle of a rich girl accused of being a witch. But I only ever played with its concept and enhanced it this year by adding the new Act VI. A Broomstick, A Queen of Chess, and A Wild Card Ace.
Honestly? The only canon word I can confirm to be related to then-YN, if this was posted back then, is cult. The fact that she jokes about her family being a cult was the only connection she had with the Witch Girl angle. But I'm so glad I held off on posting this, on rushing it, because now it's just deliciously cooked into perfection. đ đť
Now, I have a whole broomstick metaphor for Akane being accused as a witch and casting a spell on Chan when in fact, it was Chan who truly bewitched her. đ
We also saw how being the Queen of Chess is a metaphor for her sharp and calculated mind. And I love this so much! Like, this was somehow, in the brainstorming and deep dive process, an allude to Queen's Gambit. But at the same time, this is also just something original with her character.
Like we have Saemi from How It Started, How It Ended and she was also a rich girl who is controlled by her family, who wants her to marry her childhood friend Lee Donghyuck (of NCT).
But what's different here is that Akane's family is obsessed into arranging marriages for the members of their clan and it's just ingrained in her identity, in her very essence. And I think it's beautiful that this time, Akane was the first to ever walk away from that kind of oppressive, cult-like, control-freak of a family.
So her being so calculating is truly just a result of being born into a family that is extremely rich, but extremely toxic for her that she developed survival instincts rather than regular living habits. And even weaponizing these things, using it as her stepping stones into achieving her goal instead of just crying about it. She hates it, but she'd also use it to serve her purpose. Hence, the Queen of Chess.
Now for this fanfic's version of Lee Chan.
Oh, this sweet summer child from The Colors of the Rain who carved his own path toward an alternate universe where he gets the girlâyes, that sweet summer child is subconsciously written in such a way that amazes me just because of how different I wrote Chan from TCOTR fic to this Chan from SpĂŤll fic.
But it's the fact that I accidentally wrote this fic's Chan to be that guy who gets what he wants because he knows he canâthat birthed the Wild Card Ace metaphor.
It was already there, written years ago, for me to rediscover and bring that fresh take to an old tale, hence the Chess and Poker metaphors.
Akane is this intentional character who deliberates every move, who is ten steps ahead of everyone, thinking she controls the game because she plays chess. But Chan has also always been written to be the wild card and I didn't even notice it until this year, when I revisited it.
Now Chan as a wild card, it's the essence of him wanting Akane to be his from the beginning, way before the deal even started, and he manifested it so much that it just happened. And he got her.
And him hiding his pre-existing crush on her without her even knowing was where his identity as a wild card came from. Akane thought she controlled Chan, placed him in the game when in fact, Chan had been in it way before the game even started. And he's not even playing chess, he plays poker, and he's an ace in it. đ
The fact that it's just been written this way from years ago blew my mind because now I was able to enhance the story and use those metaphors and I think it was just such a cool process for me, especially since it's been 2-3 years since I last looked at this and TCOTR.
Yes, I created several fanfics last year, but this oneâtogether with TCOTRâis my magnum opus. One where I thought I failed as a writer because I couldn't finish it, I couldn't go through with it. I thought I sucked in writing SVT fics because I've never released any series for them, and I had around five already and most of them were NCT fanfics.
I was hit with writer's block for so long that I was so glad to rise from it and this and TCOTR being my greatest works yet is just something I'm so proud of.
Because now I can say that I didn't fail, I came through with these beautiful stories, and I love that they were SVT-focused fanfics. đ
And returning to it in 2025? It made me question at first why I didn't just post it back then. But that was an ultimate payoff because working on it this 2025 reminded me of the reason why I didn't post it back then: both stories are two sides of one golden coin.
One can't be posted if the other one is not ready.
And now that they're both ready, now they get to see the light.
In short, I just love how this story turned out after 2 years in the making!
I actually have this big project that I initially planned to be out at the beginning of October and it's supposed to be my first-ever Halloween Special entry.
But... I couldn't finish it.
It's almost done. There's only really so little to work on in terms of drafting.
But the thing is, even with that, I still have to go through a series of proofreading and polishing processes and it's not easy.
Drafting is just the first stage. And it didn't make it by the start of October.
It really kills me because these past few months, I've felt so burnt out because of this project.
Don't get me wrong, the passion is still there. I still feel so strongly about this story even if I was feeling burnt out. It's just that, I pressured myself to finish it by October and the fact that I couldn't do it hurt me a little in an authorly kind of way.
I was really excited for this story to come out, I've been working on this since April this year. It's in the middle of finishing the last 3 parts of The Colors of the Rain that I started working on it.
And this project is very big, it's not a miniseries like this one.
Well, it started out as one, but it just grew and grew and now I don't think I can call it a miniseriesâeven if I originally intended it as a 5-chapter-each arrangement.
So, just a little something: it's actually been spoiled somewhere in my other fanfics.
But yes, it's just gonna have to sit in my drafts until it's fully ready.
Which brings me to the next thing I wanna say: I might be releasing some of the fics I created this year, probably mixed in with a few more future works.
Hahahahfdajhfdsjafhfdsajk. (â I honestly have no idea what this was for.)
Anyway, they're mostly oneshots that I worked on in the past few months. Some stuff that I created simultaneously with that big project.
So yeah, I guess this is me saying that I might be dropping fics spontaneously while continuing to work on that big project until the time is right.
I'd also probably take breaks in-between because lately, I have really been feeling so burnt out.
But like I said, don't get me wrong. I love writing so much, I love the creative process, I love working on these WIPs.
I just have to give myself some time to breathe because honestly, the past few months have been such a rollercoaster ride in the background.
I guess, I'm also just trying to say that when this big project of mine drops in the future, this part of the appendices in SpÍll is a spoiler or timestamp of its kind.
Don't worry, I won't be spoiling it if I'm not planning to release it. But I'd definitely most likely go through a lot of spirals first within the timeframe that I'm working on it. HAHAHA!
Anyway, I will stop talking about it now and instead get some rest and expand my writing library/masterlist.
7. The Goodbye & The Thank You Notes
So, I guess that's about it for this oneshot-turned-miniseries.
This is also my first serialized miniseries!
Because I did have a miniseries before with NCT Dream but that was a collection of oneshots instead of being one continuous story.
I've always enjoyed the process of writing for long periods of time because I never wanna put out something that I started but never finished. That's why it always takes me a long time to release any new stories.
It's because I really take the creative process so seriously since it's where I thrive so much in writing. But anyway, I'm just proud to have had this turned into a miniseries because now it's my favorite one from my own collection of stories! đŤś
And with that, I say goodbye. For now.
This has been the Celestial Plant Writer. đŽ
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done! this was 2 years in the making! anyway, welcome to the weird wild world of the appendices!
tiny fun fact: the cucumber theory is a tiny reference to how i met your mother's olive theory, except it's also a dino reference to him not liking cucumber irl (if this fact still stands) đ; if u see me writing an angst for lee chan, u'll see me writing redemption arcs as well bc i don't want him to be forever sad in my stories đ
anyway, this is just a short appendix bc i always always have many things to say even with a miniseries haha! feel free to skip. or not đŽ
genre â fluff, angst, suggestive đ, non-idol!au, college!au, fake dating!au, arranged marriage!au but it's not what u think (or maybe it is), kinda slow burn, i'd say romcom but i'm not sure if i'm funny enough, kinda satire maybe, this au has a short completely made-up history bits, rich people politics, generational cultâi mean curse
notes â rich!oc & middle class!chan; chan x oc are in their early 20s btw; appearances of seungkwan, vernon (as hansol), & seokmin; switching between ocâs first and second name; chanâs parents are finally mentioned! but just briefly lol; a svt fic with a 17+ warning banner, pun is unapologetically intended; photos used are not mine, credits to rightful owners!
warnings â reader discretion is advised; mentions of nepotism and corporate-level wealth; implications of being beaten up but one time only and not graphic; slight violence; mentions of being locked up and toxic parenting; a little bit suggestive; small implication of elite corruption; implied manipulation but eh who doesnât love a good romance đŤŁ; one is scheming and the other is scheming harder adjfklskfhjkls
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XIII. Checkmate
Akane didn't know that that would be the last event she'll attend with Chan.
Two days after that night, Yejun kept reminding her of his threat, enough to make her paranoid. And her parents confirmed that her ticket to the US was real.
They showed her.
After seeing that, stress took over.
She didn't know how to tell Chan that she was leaving the country against her will. And even if she did, she didn't know how he could stop it from happening.
And the fact that Yejun kept calling and texting her, telling her how he's excited to tell the world about her 'secret' if she doesn't stop scheming with Chan, was deeply disturbing.
It's like all the problems in the world were on her shoulders, and she couldn't carry them.
It was so heavy to the point that Akane did something stupid, something that she didn't intentionally mean to.
Chan kept telling her that she didn't have to give him his paycheck because he doesn't want it, but she did anyway. In her defense, she didn't want to leave him empty-handedâif her parents succeeded in ripping her off the face of Seoul.
But still, Chan immediately called her as soon as he received the money in his bank.
"I told you not to send it, Akane."
Chan was calm, but she didn't miss his annoyed tone.
"I'm sorry, Chan. I justâI have to tell you something."
Chan sighed on the other line.
"Okay, babe. I'm sorry if I sounded upset."
"It's okay. I'm here at Claudia's."
"Alright, I'll be there in ten minutes."
"Be careful, Chan."
"I will. Wait for me, okay? I'll be there."
But Chan never arrived.
Akane waited ten, twenty, thirty minutes. She waited an hourâtwo hours.
But he never showed up. And it broke her heart.
"I told you, Akane. I was right, wasn't I?"
Yejun's text read. He'd told her that he was watching her from afar. He knew about the money she sent to Chan, and he knew about their meeting.
And now he knew that Chan didn't show up.
No text, no call, no other message. There was no sign of Chan anywhere.
"There's only one thing to do now, Akane."
She cried in the cafĂŠ, despite the people around her.
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It was 12:13 at noon, seventeen minutes before the boarding time.
Another two days had passed since Chan didn't show up at the cafĂŠ. Akane hadn't heard from him.
Her messages were left unseen as well, the calls going straight to voicemails.
She was worried about him.
But there was nothing she could do.
She didn't know where he was, or what he's doing.
On top of that, her parents confiscated her phone, her gadgets, and even her laptop.
The moment she went home from the cafĂŠ that day, her parents locked her up in the house and suspended all her means of communication.
She couldn't call anyone, couldn't escape from her own house. She was guarded around the clock for two days. Wherever she goes, the housekeepers follow suit. Even inside her own bathroom.
Her only means of escapingâthe windowâwas blocked by the bodyguards.
"All your gadgets will be returned to you once we get to the US." Her father had stated. "We wouldn't want you planning an escape with that worthless nobody."
As a last act of rebellion, Akane cut her hairâshort and unevenâenough to horrify her parents. She didn't care if the blond and black clashed, her only way of defying her parents one last time was to strip herself of the one thing they value the most in her: her image.
But even with that, they still called a professional to deal with it. They removed the uneven cuts, and dyed it back to her original jet-black color.
Now, two days later, she was being forced to go to the US with her parents and Yejun.
A fresh look, but a deadly stare to whoever dared glance her way.
This was the only time she could roam around freely inside the airport. But they still kept an eye on her, and a lot of their bodyguards were hidden around her, ready to prevent her from a runaway attempt.
Akane sat as far away from her parents and Yejun as possible, blending in with families and kids.
They let her, for the time being. But she felt so conscious of the stares the people were giving her.
The public knew about the news of the 'breakup' between her and Chan, and the fact that she's flying to the US with Yejun. And she hated it so much.
Akane never broke up with him. But she also wasn't sure if they were even a real couple. They never had a chance to talk about it.
Right now, she occupied herself with a novel from Chan's bookshelf. She remembered how he allowed her to read all his books as she wished, and she couldn't help but smile.
Yet her heart was still broken.
Where had he gone to? Why didn't he show up? Why didn't he call her?
What happened to you, Lee Chan?
In the midst of her troubled thoughts, one of the flight attendants announced that it was time to board the plane.
She watched as people stood up for the line, deciding to board last.
But an unusual noise from afar had caught her attention, making her look from behind her seat.
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When Chan opened his eyes, his sight was blurred and he felt slightly dizzy. But as his vision cleared up, a white ceiling greeted him, and a dull noise from a TV filled his ears.
As soon as his line of sight was straight, he saw his friends on the couch by the left side of the room. Seungkwan, his best friend, was sleeping on a chair next to his bed.
Chan tried to tap his head, and Seungkwan immediately awoke. The latter was groggy, but upon seeing Chan, he stood up.
"Chan, you're awake!"
His other friends, Hansol and Seokmin, stirred up from their sleep, shocked as they ran toward his bed.
"Hey, man! I'm so glad you're alive!"
"Dude, don't scare us like that again!"
"What? What are you talking about?" Chan asked in confusion. His voice sounded a little broken. "What happened?"
His eyes darted around, then he noticed the IV fluid wire attached to him. "Am I at the hospital?"
Seungkwan looked at the others first before sighing heavily. "You got beaten up."
"What?" Chan tried to sit up, but his body ached.
"Hey, hey, take it easy."
"Where's Akane? Where's my phone?"
The boys glanced at each other again, this time with more concern on their faces.
"We know about your secret, Chan," Seungkwan started.
"What do you mean? What are you talking about?"
"We know that your relationship with Akane was fake. She's been paying you to pretend as her boyfriend, right? It's been all over the news since yesterday." Seokmin explained.
If Chan's heart could hurt more, he could've sworn it did. But his body was too painful to move, and he couldn't entirely focus on his friends' words.
"That's not true. She is my girlfriend. And I need to call herâ"
"We already did. She's not answering. We tried to reach her on her socials but she's not online. We don't know where she is."
"That's impossible. I have to get to her, she's waiting for me." Chan tried his best to sit up, somewhat succeeding but he's in pain.
"Chan, I really think you should rest. You were out for two days. We thought you wouldn't wake up." Hansol said.
Chan's eyes widened, but his face hurt as well. He must've been beaten so hard.
"But I have to get to her. She needs me." He removed the wires attached to him, wincing in pain.
"Chanâyou need to rest first! You need to recoverâ" Seungkwan tried to stop him, but Chan had already taken most of the wires out.
Despite his aching body, Chan was still able to move a lot. And with all the commotion from him and his friends, they didn't notice the news on the TV.
Until Seokmin pointed out, "hey, isn't that Akane?"
They all stopped talking, glancing over at the TV. A reporter announced how the Tachibana heiress was spotted at the airport, about to leave for her flight to the US. And Chan was confused.
What happened in the last two days? Why was he in the hospital? How could she leave without telling him? Was that why she sent the money?
And what's worse, she was leaving with Yejun toward the US, according to the news.
But even with his half-shattered bones and his shaken head, it didn't take too long to realize that it was all a ploy. And it was by none other than Yejun.
The moment he saw Yejun on the news, he knew what was happening.
"Seungkwan, I need to go to the airport." Chan spoke in a serious tone.
Seungkwan was quick to crease his brows. "What? Are you crazy? You have to restâ"
"Seungkwan, you have to believe me when I say that Akane's in danger."
"What are you talking about? She looks completely fine leaving you all beat up. She doesn't seem to care about you anymore."
Seungkwan was angry at Akane, not just for leaving Chan abruptly but for being unreachable at this crucial time. Chan was seriously injured, and she was nowhere to be found for two days.
But only because he didn't know the truth.
"Seungkwan, listen to me!" Chan called his attention, albeit the tremendous pain. "I'm sure I wasn't beaten up randomly. I was beaten up out of nowhere and suddenly Yejun's taking her to the US. Doesn't that ring a bell?"
Hansol and Seokmin looked at each other, confusion etched in their faces.
"Is this about that viral video last time? Where Yejun said she was his fiancĂŠe but then you said she's your girlfriend?" Seokmin asked, recalling that from months ago.
"Yeah. But it's not just fake dating, there's more to it than that."
"Butâ" Seungkwan hesitated, frustration building in his chest. He shook his head, running a hand through his hair. "No, no way. This can't beâ" He paused, taking a deep breath before letting out a heavy sigh. "She left you. She disappeared right when you almostâughâI mean, just look at you, Chan! Whether or not it was fake, she still left you."
"I know," Chan winced again, but he still managed a shake of his head. "But I know her. She wouldn't do this to me. She wouldn't just leave me like this. It has to be Yejun. He's behind all this. Or her parents."
Seungkwan's eyes reflected that of disbelief and confusion. He couldn't believe his best friend got caught up in this situation, let alone it being tied to the richest girl on campus.
"Tch," Seungkwan hissed. "I told you she's bad news. This is why I didn't believe that you and her were a thing! And it turns out you were fake dating all along? Do you even know what you got yourself into?" He smacked his face, processing all the information.
"You do realize she's not just any rich girl, right? This is Akane we're talking about. Tachibana heiress? The one with the cursed extra name? The 'Witch Girl' nepo baby?"
"She's not thatâ"
"It doesn't matter. She's old moneyâhell, she could buy Seoul if she wants to. She's practically history! And you got yourself into that kind of business."
He shook his head again, not just in disbelief, but utter shock at the absurdity of it all.
"These kinds of people don't play, Chan. Look at you nowâyou're all beat up and bruised. You're lucky you haven't 'disappeared' randomly. One wrong move and you're erased from Earth. Do you get that?"
The air was thick with implication, enough to make Hansol and Seokmin swallow hard, exchanging uneasy glances.
"He's right, Chan. She's not popular for nothing." Seokmin said, brows creased in worry. "And it's not even the good kind."
"I know, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't tell you, guys. I had my reasons and it's not about the money. It was never about that. So please, I need to get to her before it's too late. She needs me." Chan pleaded.
And as much as Seungkwan hated it, as much as his skepticism was ringing all the alarms in his head, it was working. He couldn't resist his best friend, despite the literal headache forming right now in his skull.
"Fine! We'll help you. But only if you tell us what's really going on with you and Akane. I never understood why you even chose her to be your girlfriend. Or fake girlfriend orâyou know what? Whatever. I honestly don't know what you've gotten yourself into. I mean, I do, butâugh! What did you even see in her? How did this even start?"
Chan smiled gratefully toward his best friend, though that little movement hit him with pain.
"Remember that link you sent me when I was looking for a job? Well, that was her. It started out as fake dating, but it's not anymore. I'll tell you guys more on the way but you have to trust me on thisâAkane needs me right now."
Now that he brought it up, Seungkwan does remember the link. Akane sent it herself. He remembered being skeptical at first, since it had come from nowhere. Chan was looking for a job and suddenly she had one to offer?
Horror dawned upon him when he realized it was his fault his best friend had gotten into this mess. He didn't even cross-check it when he received it from Akane, he was busy that day and figured Chan could check it out on his own. If he'd known it was for a fake dating scheme, he never would've sent it.
But if he looked at it that way, he did see how Chan changed after he started hanging out with Akane.
Or to put it more correctlyâdating her.
Regardless if it was fake or not, Chan just seemed happier and healthier.
Maybe not now, after he was beaten up. But despite his initial disbelief, he noticed just how alive he seemed with her. And that's even compared to his ex.
Who would've thought that fake dating Tachibana Akane Himeâthe rich witch girlâwould make Chan glow so much?
"Alright, alright."
Seungkwan, with his skepticism and guilt rolled into one, reluctantly agreed. After all, he figured he owed Chan this one.
"You better be the one to explain this to your parents! They came here earlier, but they're staying at an inn nearby. We told them they should rest and we'll watch over you."
Chan grinned, gratitude in his eyes. "Thanks. I will. I'll even introduce her to them. I'm sure they'll love her."
"Right," Seungkwan shivered. He never thought he'd see his best friend be this down bad for someone. "But first, we need a distraction."
"Wellâgood thing we brought clothes then, huh." Hansol said, a grin about to spread on his face, as if this was the funniest coincidence and not some kind of conspiracy theory.
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As the noise grew louder and nearer, Akane couldn't help but feel curious.
The sound was clearer now: whistles blowing and security guards shouting toward someone.
People were starting to look at the direction where the noise was coming from, and everyone around her was watching now too.
She stood up and walked toward the middle of the floor to join the bystanders. The noise seemed to be going toward her direction, and her curiosity reached its peak.
"Hey! Young man! You're not allowed in here!"
Akane heard, together with another whistle.
"Stop!"
Amidst all that noise and the squeaking of shoe soles on the floor, one familiar voice made her heart stop.
"Akane! Akane, it's me!"
And as she watched the person that the guards were chasing, her eyes widenedâbecause running to her was none other than Chan.
"Akane!"
"Chan!"
Without any other thoughts, Akane bolted toward him and met him half-way.
Yejun caught sight and pointed toward her, commanding the bodyguards to run after her, but he was too late. Even those men couldn't block her.
The moment Chan was close, she embraced him, her eyes watering.
"Chan! What happened to you?!"
When Akane let go, she finally took in his condition: his face was marked with cuts, and his left eye was swollen. His arms were bruised, and he looked drained. She covered her mouth in complete shock, unable to imagine how this happened to him.
Then she hugged him again. "I'm so sorry, Chan. I wasn't there for you, I'm so sorry." She cried.
"Don't worry about me, I'm fine." Chan rubbed her back weakly. "You cut your hair."
Akane smiled warmly as she parted from the hug, but never let go. There was a moment of lightness in her chest despite the tears.
"I did. How do I look?"
"Hot. Always hot."
She glared at his unseriousness, just as Chan winced in pain. As she held him, supporting his weight, Akane suddenly realized what truly happened.
"This was Yejun, wasn't it?"
"Highly likely." Chan tried to joke.
But when she looked behind her, Akane gave death stares toward Yejun.
"He told me he'd expose us if I don't break up with you." She confessed to Chan, tears running down again as she looked back at him.
"It doesn't matter anymore. He exposed us either way. Everyone knows about our deal, and he even had me beaten up. But I don't care what people say or think about us. I don't care if they think this is all a lie. I just wanna be with you."
Despite her rage, Akane gazed at him with a smile. "I wanna be with you too."
"Would you run away with me, Hime?" Chan then asked, holding her hands up to his lips and kissing them.
Her tears rolled down as she nodded eagerly.
"I would."
"What are you guards doing?! Don't just stand there!"
Yejun shouted toward the security guards who were chasing Chan earlier.
"Stop!" Akane shouted, stepping in front of Chan, her voice firm. "If you lay a finger on him, I'll have you fired!"
This was the first time Akane had ever used her status as leverage, but it didn't seem to work. The guards pressed forward relentlessly, forcing her and Chan to retreat until their backs were pressed against a nearby wall.
When she glanced at him, she found him already looking at her, his eyes filled with determination despite the pain. Weakly, he stepped forward, positioning himself between her and the guards, his body shaking but resolute.
"I'll be okay, Akane," he said softly, reaching out to grasp her hand, his voice strained.
"Chan, noâ" she protested, her heart racing with fear.
He turned slightly to the right, looking back at her, his gaze steady, though his condition was far from ideal.
"You weren't thinking of leaving me, were you?" He asked with a faint, teasing smile.
The guards' footsteps echoed closer, but for a second, all Akane could see was him. Her eyes welled with tears, overwhelmed with emotion. She gently cupped his right cheek, as if the touch could steady him.
"I couldn't, even if I wanted to," she confessed, her voice trembling.
It wasn't just the threat of the guards that frightened herâit was the thought of them taking him from her.
The thought of losing him was unbearable.
Chan leaned into her touch, a soft sigh escaping his lips as he kissed her palm.
"That's all I needed to hear," he murmured, his eyes filled with gratitude.
Despite his bruised face and the fatigue in his eyes, he gave her a small, reassuring smileâone that made her heart ache with tenderness.
The tension in the air was palpable. Everyone was watching them, even the guards, who had slowed their approach, now moving with more caution. Finally, Chan faced them again, positioning himself to shield Akane as best he could, his resolve unwavering.
Akane, helpless in the moment, glanced around at the onlookers. Everyone was just watching, as if frozen in place.
Until her eyes met with her mother's.
There, a few feet away behind the airport security, with her father and Yejun next to her.
"Mom, please!"
She shouted weakly toward her, voice shaking from the tears.
The security guards were closing in on them, surrounding them with no way to escape.
Until a loud voice spoke up.
"Enough!"
Everyoneâpassengers, the airport staff, and her family's bodyguardsâturned toward her mother.
When Akane glanced at her, her mother's eyes displayed an emotion conveying melancholy. And it was directed to her.
Her dad's face was dark, and just as he gripped his wife's left hand out of anger, saying, "Ayameko, What are you doiâ"
"Let me go, Haruki."
Her father didn't let go, but her mother still turned toward the security.
"Don't you dare touch them."
And there, a few feet away, tight-lipped and restrained by her fatherâshe gave Akane a slight nod as a single tear slid down her right cheekâsignaling for her to go.
To run.
To escape.
At first, Akane was stunned. But when the guards didn't move, she tugged Chan's hand and started to walk away. Slowly at first, looking over her shoulders to see if anyone followed, then speeding up little by little.
Chan was surprised too, but he didn't waste time, despite his pain. He caught a glimpse of Akane's mother, who watched as they walked away.
Even from afar, he could see the look in her eyes.
He couldn't decipher it, but he thinks it was close to trust that he saw before glancing back at Akane.
Halfway toward the exit doors, Chan stopped walking, and she did too.
"Hime, I..." he started.
She looked around them, trying to see if any guards had followed. But there were none.
There were only the people whose eyes were glued to them, wondering what all this commotion was about.
The airport buzzed with quiet whispers and curious glances, an overhead announcement of a delay that she's sure was her flight through the loudspeakers seamlessly blending with the recent fiasco.
Still, she waited for Chan to speak, and what he said was enough to calm her beating heart over the anxiety she felt.
"I love you."
She locked eyes with him, and it's as if the world stopped around them.
And it's only her and him.
She smiled at him with a look that says "we did it, we won, we're free," before reaching up to kiss him tenderly on the lips.
"I love you too, Chan."
When Akane wrapped her arm around his back to help him walk better, he then kissed her head.
The two of them couldn't care about anything else.
The news of them being exposedâof their 'relationship' being a scheme, of her paying him to pretend, of it being a front to a bigger exit strategyâwere all over the place.
Headlines filled news websites and outlets:Â The Tachibana heiress found funding a fellow student in a fake dating scheme; The scandal of the year pulled by the daughter of the Tachibana Group and Enterprises; A fake dating stratagem fronts an escape plan by daughter of Seoul-based Japanese magnatesâand so on.
But even so, the people around them couldn't even think that it's fake. They couldn't see the act behind it all. They couldn't see any signs of deception. This was one of the truest moments these people could ever witness between Akane and Chan.
Because all they can see is the way they look at each other. Full of suffering, victory against the world that opposed them, and most importantly, love.
And just like that, all the people in the airport, including Yejun and her parents, watched as Akane finally walked away.
For the first time.
With Chan right beside her.
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XIV. Checkmate? No, Jackpot.
Day 1.
Chan didn't think much of it.
He saw Sangwoo, standing a little too close to Akane, exchanging words he couldn't hear over the buzz of the court. The gym was packed with the usual loud crowd, the floor echoing with the bounce of balls and the shouts of teammates.
It was that game. The one where his team had played Yejun's, and his team had won. It was a hard-fought match.
Jung Yejun, the son of the rival school, had been on fire. But in the end, Chan's team had pulled through. Sangwoo had made a few game-winning shots, but it was Chan's last-second steal that had sealed the victory.
Yejun had been visibly frustrated, trying to hold it together in the aftermath. Chan couldn't help but smirk to himself as the memory lingered. But right now, none of that mattered.
This was a defining moment of his junior year, and his ex wasn't here. Hadn't been, for three months now. Perhaps, longer than that.
But he just shrugged it off. There were far better things to focus on.
Like the fact that Akane was hereâstanding next to Sangwoo, not really seeming all that interested in the post-game chaos, but still here.
She wasn't clapping or cheering. She was just watching as if the game was an afterthought to her.
Her cool expression didn't shift as Sangwoo stood in front of her, his posture tense and his face tight with frustration. Akane barely looked at him, eyes unfocused. They seemed to be talking, but Chan couldn't make out the words.
All he saw was Sangwoo gesturing with irritation, while Akane remained composed, her gaze distant, unbothered by his frustration.
He stared for a while before moving on.
Day 52.
Chan flopped onto his bed, phone in hand, scrolling through the usual feed. Food blogs, puppy videos, a few memes here and there. Nothing really caught his attentionâuntil a new post popped up.
A paparazzi shot of Akane.
She was walking down the city street, surrounded by a small crowd, sunglasses framing her eyes.
Her hair, which had always been jet black and cut in the sharp, blunt hime-style, now had a striking gradient. The top was blonde, fading into the familiar black at the ends. The sharp contrast was unexpected, but the sleekness of the style remained the same.
The caption was short, teasing, borderline scandalous: "Tachibana Akane Hime spotted with a new look! A new aesthetic or another rebellious move? đ Tap the link in our bio to know more."
Chan froze, thumb hovering over the screen, and he took a deep breath.
He'd always known Akane. Normally, she was just his classmate. Since twelve years old, she'd grown up alongside him.
But seeing her like this, paparazzi photos of her and she was just walking in her heels and sunglasses and designer clothesâbasically a celebrity among regular studentsâmade his chest tighten.
Winter break's ending in a month. He's about to see her again soon.
Day 73.
The late afternoon sun bathed the street in soft light as Chan made his way down the sidewalk, his hands shoved deep into his pockets.
He wasn't expecting to run into anyone. The city is big, it's not everyday that he chances upon people from school.
But when he spotted herâAkaneâsitting on the park bench, his steps slowed.
She was alone, her attention focused on a small notebook, not noticing him yet. The breeze ruffled her hair, making him notice. It had been a month since she dyed it to that gradient blonde-to-black look. He'd seen photos online. Yet seeing it this up close felt surreal to him.
Akane didn't look up, too focused on the small notebook in her hands. She shifted slightly, the movement almost imperceptible. Until a man in a black suit and black sunglasses walked up to her.
They talked for a bit, Akane sighing then standing up. The man then picked up her bag from the bench.
Chan watched them walk toward the street curb where a black car is parked. His gaze lingered on Akane's form as she got inside the car, the man in the suit circling to the driver's seat before driving off.
He released the breath he didn't know he was holding. Fetching his phone from his pocket, he then opened his socials and typed Akane's username.
There were no new posts from her. Her feed was empty, as it always had been. But she still had hundreds of thousands of followersâhim included. He then shook his head and put his phone back inside his pocket.
Tomorrow's the first day of senior year, and he had other things on his mind.
Day 84.
Lunch was over, and the quad outside was alive with the usual hum of students chatting and walking between classes. Chan made his way back to the main building, the sounds of laughter and footsteps fading behind him. As he passed by the student lounge, he glanced through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Then he saw her.
Akane.
She was sitting alone at a table near the back, a chessboard spread out in front of her. Her fingers moved swiftly, pushing the pieces into position with a sharpness that mirrored the lines of her new hairstyle. The transition from blonde to black at the ends caught his eye immediately.
It was more striking than before, sharper somehow, especially with the blunt bangs framing her face. She looked even more... composed, more focused than usual. As if the hair, in all its stark contrast, only enhanced her quiet, untouchable presence.
Akane didn't notice him lingering. Or maybe she did, but she didn't acknowledge it. Her fingers continued moving swiftly over the chessboard, each piece clicked into place with deliberate precision.
He took a breath then kept walking. Something about her caught his attention again, lingering in the back of his mind.
He wasn't sure why.
Day 96.
The morning felt colder than it should've been.
Chan walked in the courtyard, the crisp air threading through the open space, carrying the faint hum of students passing by. He wasn't looking for anything in particular. But then there she was.
Akane stepped into view, her presence shifting the air around her.
She wasn't dressed like everyone else, not quite. The deep navy of her tailored coat draped effortlessly over her shoulders, its structured fit cinched at the waist, polished gold buttons catching the light.
Beneath it, the pristine pleats of her skirt barely moved as she walked, her black stockings adding to the look along her shiny blue boots adorned by golden chains with stars and moons as charms. It looked like something straight out of an elite fashion spread.
Chan's steps slowed. He wasn't staring, not really. He was just... watching.
The steady rhythm of her heels tapped lightly against the pavement, each step placed with effortless precision. Her hair, sleek as always, carried that same striking contrast. The blonde fading seamlessly into black, catching the cold morning light just enough to sharpen the edges of her figure.
For a fraction of a second, her gaze flicked over to him.
Unreadable. Dismissive.
Akane didn't break her stride. She didn't pause or react. But there was the faintest shift. The slightest tilt of her head, as if acknowledging his presence without truly acknowledging it.
Chan's fingers curled briefly in his pockets.
And still, he didn't stop watching.
Day 106.
Chan paused in the doorway of the classroom, eyes skimming across tables like he's considering options. When they landed on a certain someone, his head tilted almost imperceptibly, and a small smile tugged before he smoothed it away.
"Mind if I sit here?" He asked, gesturing to the seat next to the girl in a sophisticated outfit.
"Go ahead," Akane said without looking up, her voice the usual ice cold tone.
Her pen moved briskly across the page of her small notebook. Lines of numbers are on the white paper, one after the other, some neatly crossed out. Chan leaned just slightly, enough to glimpse without staring.
"Is that your math homework?" He asked casually.
Her pen paused, mid-stroke. Then resumed, clean and steady.
"Something like that."
Chan huffed a laugh under his breath, eyes on his own notes now. "Figures."
For the rest of the lecture, he didn't say another word. But his gaze flicked back, from time to time, to the metallic blue of her nails tapping against the page.
Day 117.
Chan leaned against the cool brick wall at the edge of the open hallway, arms crossed.
He wasn't supposed to be here, but then again it was lunch break, just a few minutes before the next class. There were no better places to be than where his eyes couldn't resist to look.
Because Akane was there, chatting with Minho, one of Chan's teammates in basketball. She wasn't paying him much mind, her attention focused elsewhere, flicking a strand of hair behind her ear with that effortless composure that made Chan's chest tighten.
Chan squinted, as if adjusting his eyes to make sure he wasn't imagining the scene. He shifted on his feet, just enough to still keep himself hidden, letting his gaze follow her without being noticed.
"Hey, who you watching?"
The voice startled him. Seungkwan was strolling past, backpack slung over one shoulder, eyebrow raised like he had already figured everything out. Chan shifted again, leaning more casually so it looked like he wasn't staring, though his eyes betrayed him. Nothing came out of his mouth, but the way his gaze stayed locked on Akane said it all.
Seungkwan's eyes followed. "Seriously? Akane?"
"What? I'm not staring," Chan said with a shrug, tone light, but Seungkwan didn't buy it.
Chan's jaw tightened just slightly as Akane finished her conversation with Minho, who waved awkwardly before moving on. She started walking down the hallway, in Chan and Seungkwan's directionâand that's when Chan's posture straightened.
Akane noticed it, just a fraction, at the corner of her eyes. Then she caught Seungkwan's half-hidden, judging stare, the one that tried and failed not to be too obvious. She didn't look back when she passed by them, just walking straight down the hall, as if the pair didn't exist in her peripheral.
When Chan exhaled, sounding almost like he'd held his breath, Seungkwan gave him a look.
"Really, Chan? The resident witch princess?"
"I didn't say anything."
"Your eyes did."
Chan rolled those very eyes, turning the other way just as the bell rang.
Day 133.
Akane passed through the hall again, her movements steady as she weaved through the stream of students, her eyes drifting over the familiar faces.
She stepped outside into the quad, the crisp air brushing past her, the scattered whispers of students creating an ambient backdrop. Her gaze flicked across the courtyard, catching glimpses of laughter, idle conversations, and a few distracted glances.
She lowered herself onto one of the benches near the edge of the quad, the chatter around her fading into the background as she flipped open her small notebook.
The soft rustle of the pages was barely audible. Her pen hovered over the page for a beat before she began writing, the numbers flowing smoothly across the paper:Â 102114713914815.
Below the numbers, she wrote the following:
-Â steady under pressure
-Â too polite?
-Â cautious in crowds
-Â might break under evil gaze
Her eyes traced the numbers and words for a moment, sharp and calculating, before she shifted her gaze to the next lines.
A flicker of movement caught her attention. She glanced over her shoulder just briefly. Baek Jinhyuk, laughing with his friends, stood by a bench, a soft smile playing on his lips.
She didn't react, not really. She returned her gaze to the small notebook, her pen moving to the next set of numbers and wordsâ21511109148252111:
-Â soft-spoken
-Â confident when noticed
-Â sometimes slow to read the room
-Â reactive to unexpected attention
And then, at the very bottom of the page, was one last number, crossed out with a single, deliberate line:
11913191147231515
The strikethrough was clean, final. And under it, scribbled in black inkâbut she knows just what it used to read:
-Â easily moody
-Â cracks under pressure
-Â competitive streak, probably from basketball
-Â slightly struggles with authority, might fold if convinced enough
- FAIL. REASON: BACKED OUT OF CONTRACT
She stared at the numbers and words for a moment longer than necessary, her pen flipping over her fingers. Her gaze remained on the lines, the rhythm of the numbers and words, the strange order they created.
The boys around her, Hyunwoo, Minho, and Jinhyukâthey were present, but they felt rather... distant.
Unimportant.
Not enough.
It's been five months since the last one. And she still hasn't found someone.
She ran a hand through her hair, sighing in discontent, then crossed her arms. As she glared at the bright green grass, Chan suddenly appeared in front of her.
"Hey, Akane. Uhâyou dropped this earlier."
In his hand was her silver "H" charm, and when she looked at her bag next to her on the bench, she saw the broken golden keyring attached to the chain.
"Thanks." She stood up and took the charm, then left.
She didn't see Chan's gaze on her as she walked on.
Day 145.
She overheard it by accident.
Seungkwan and Chan were talking near the lockers. Chan's voice, low but clear, cut through the background noise as he asked Seungkwan about work opportunities.
Akane's gaze flicked toward them, her attention sharpening just a touch. But she didn't turn her head. Only her eyes shifted to the right, taking in the scene as she walked, her steps unhurried but steady, just slow enough to catch the exchange.
Her fingers grazed the cool metal of the lockers as she approached, but her focus had already shifted.
Her gaze skimmed over Chan, lingering on the way his blond locks caught the light. It wasn't as striking as hers, but stillâblond.
She didn't dwell on it.
Chan's words faded into the hum of the hallway, his back to her now, hands shoved deep in his pockets. The faint rustle of his jacket, the easy way he carried himself, the voice she recognized for almost a decade but never paid attention to.
She took in all of it, her expression unreadable, before finally stopping in front of her locker. By the time she'd unlocked it, he was already walking off.
Akane eyed the small notebook inside her locker. Then her head turned to the right, gaze tunnel-visioned at Chan's disappearing figure.
She didn't mean to, but she'd heard enough.
Day 148.
The library was quieter than usual, the low hum of whispers and turning pages blending into the background.
Chan sat at a table directly across from Akane's, the big wide center aisle the only other thing separating them besides air. The seats around them were mostly empty except for a few scattered students, their focus on their work.
Akane's gaze was sharp as ever, her attention seemingly on her books, but her eyes flicked occasionally toward him a few feet away.
Chan's eyes found hers, his focus steady as he glanced between his notes and her gaze, but neither of them looked away.
For a moment, the background hum around them didn't exist. It was just the two of them, locked in an unspoken standoff.
Her stare was unwavering, calm, almost disinterested. While his was focused, intentional, like he was memorizing details.
A few seconds passed, maybe ten. Then, just when she thought he might look away, his lips curled into the smallest of smirks. A brief flash, nothing more. And as if nothing had happened, Chan turned his attention back to his notes, and Akane turned to her own.
But she wasn't thinking about the pages in front of her anymore.
She opened her small notebook, several random numbers and words listed down, all crossed out, all scribbled in black inkâexcept for one:
125538114.
Under it? Another set of bulleted words:
-Â observant without being obviousâno, actually sometimes obvious
-Â calm under visible & subtle pressure. sample: shared report with teammate who forgot their usb at home on presentation day
-Â quick on his feet (literally & mentally), might be because of basketball
-Â adaptable to changing situations
-Â needs a job, might fold in amount (offered) TO BE offered
Her hand moved almost on its own, writing down one last paragraph on that small notebook of hers:
-Â predictable, might be easier to onboard than others
She sighed heavily.
"Let's see if you're exactly who I think you are," she muttered under her breath.
12. 5. 5. 3. 8. 1. 14.
Akane traced the numbers on the white sheet with her red nails, freshly painted, cosmic patterns shimmering as the sunlight seeped through the windows, hitting them just right.
"Lee Chan."
A faint smug smile painted her lips.
Day 151.
Chan stared at the name and number on his phone, his screen blaring Tachibana Akane Hime in big bold letters on the bottom of the job ad page.
He gulped, before proceeding to his contact list, her name at the very topâAkane Himeâin a sea of formally written first and last names.
Heart pounding, mind blurring, and with one sharp breath, he pressed Call and waited as it rang.
Once.
Twice.
Three timesâ
"Hello?"
And that was how it all began.
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When Chan went up to the rooftop, Akane was already there, looking through her telescope. The old one, because it was her favorite. It was the first thing she ever had using money that she earned from hard work.
It was a quiet night, as it always was in the countryside.
Cicadas ringing nearby, the gust of wind chilly against their skin, lights surrounding their tiny rooftop dim across the cozy setup of two camping chairs, a small white coffee table, and a telescope.
Tonight was different, though.
Tonight, the clouds have cleared up and the skies are full of wonders.
Tonight was special.
"Look, Chan! You're just in time!"
Dark hair half-tied up, blue jacket zipped up, glasses resting on the bridge of his nose, Chan walked up to her. He put down a tray of hot chocolates on the small table and looked through the telescope.
"Whoa," he expressed, filled with awe. "They're so pretty."
"Right?" Akane smiled widely as she watched the shooting stars going through its course.
The cold breeze blew past her long jet-black wave of hair, making her shiver in her cozy pajama and fluffy white jacketâher treasured piece of clothing gifted to her by Chan.
It had been four years already.
Since the day Chan opened that link, thinking he's getting a normal job but reading the words "Boyfriend for Hire" instead.
Since the day Akane found herself entangled in the most scandalous fake dating scheme the country has ever seen, orchestrated by none other than her.
Four years since the day the lines have blurred between the fake dating and the real feelings they had for each other.
"Who would've thought we'd end up together, huh?" Chan asked as he gazed at Akane, eyes full of affection only for her.
She stopped looking at her telescope and glanced back at him, a soft smile decorating her lips. But then a thought crossed her mind and suddenly, she was a blushing mess.
"What?" Chan noticed this, giving her a look before interlacing his fingers with hers.
"Nothing." Akane replied too quickly.
"What is it, babe? Tell me."
It's a simple thought, really. A memory. One that she hadn't entertained since that day four years ago.
"Come on, tell me or I'll kiss you nonstop right nowâ"
"Okay, okay! I will!" Akane chuckled, stopping him from attacking her with pecks.
Chan stopped, but he never let go of her. He held her close, her back leaning against his chest and his face next to hers.
And in his softest voice, he asked. "What is it, babe?"
"Hmm..." She hesitated, covering her face and rambling with a muffled voice.
Should she tell him? Should she not? What should she do?
But then she removed her hands and shook her head.
With a sharp intake of breath, Akane said, "what if... that day... I actually told Seungkwan to send the link to you because I found out you were looking for a job...?"
Chan paused, his hold on her still tight, breathing slowed down, until he went completely silent.
"Would you be mad... to know that I lied... and actually meant to send the link to you because I thought you'd be interested in earning money?"
Chan held her tighter, his face buried on the crook of her neck from behind. Then, he took a deep breath.
"Chan? Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I just need a minute," he said with a muffled tone.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean toâ"
"Akane."
"Hm?"
When he finally looked up, he held her left hand in front of them, fiddling with the engagement ring he gave her recently.
An engagement ring that came from his hard-earned money at work. A promise that he'd kept since the day the two of them walked away from the chaos of her past life.
A representation of his love and devotion to herâfrom the moment they started fake dating until now that she was completely and unconditionally his.
Even to the end of time.
Because his paychecks from the fake dating job? He returned it. He never used it. He just saved it until the day the deal ended, and he could give it back to her. Then he told her that she should use it however she likes, because it was her money in the first place.
But Akane never used it either. Instead, she donated it to things that mattered. No questions asked, no answers needed. And Chan was proud of her. It was her lesson of a lifetime, since the day she walked away, free from the Tachibana name and all the control that came with it.
"This is why I love you, you know." He then said before turning her around and cupping her face.
She was confused. A lot. Wellâa little, she guessed.
"So you're not mad at me? For... orchestrating the whole thing...?" She asked, a curious tone laced with a bit of nervousness. "Even though... I told you on the call that it wasn't meant for you?"
Akane will never get used to the nervous feelings that bubble up when it comes to her fiancĂŠ. She never did, no matter how long it had been. He will always make her breath hitch.
And that's why Chan grinned at her before placing his hands on her hips, pulling her closer to him.
"And what if I tell you I agreed to our initial plus-one agreement, but already planned to be your long-term boyfriend?"
"Wait, what?"
The words were simple, but Akane couldn't seem to comprehend it.
"You're not the only one with secrets, you know." Chan smirked, a glint of mischief in his eyes.
"Wait, hold onâyou were planning to be my long-term boyfriend?"
Akane pressed, the gears in her brain not quite working well in her favor. Not now, at least.
"Actually, I was planning to make you my wife."
Chan replied, a playfully nonchalant tone dripping in his voice, and the smirk not wearing off.
"You're... kidding me... right?" Her voice almost faltered, tone light in pure disbelief. "You can't possibly do that... right?"
He chuckled at her expression, unable to resist kissing her forehead.
"I can, and I did."
"Butâ"
"Akane."
"What?"
"I had a crush on you, okay?" He confessed, rather softly.
As if it wasn't already enough, Akane felt as if she was hit by a truck.
Her eyes widened in shock, her heart pounding in her ears, the sounds around her muted.
This shock shouldn't come as a surprise. She was engaged to him alreadyâthey'd touched each other so many times and yet it still feels like the first night every time.
They both even decided that it would be their anniversary date.
October 17.
"A tiny one. I meanâwell, I just thought you were hot. I meanâcute. After all the years we've been together in the same classes. Actually had it for a while now, way before you even sent that link. I still do."
But then, she had her little secret, and he had his.
"I just thought... when I saw your name on that job ad, it was my chance. Getting close to you and all. I couldn't let that pass when you literally handed me a golden ticket."
And it's becoming clear to her now.
"I..." She started with a small voice, unable to process that much information at the moment. "You... what?"
Chan smiled softly at her, loving the way the blush on her cheeks had never left.
"Well, I mean, why do you think I kept insisting you hire me?"
"Because... you needed the money?" She said, more of a question rather than a statement.
He looked at her with dark eyes and a playful smirk, one that only meant one thing behind closed doors. "You're cute, you know that?"
"But I thought I was..." She trailed off.
"You thought you were playing your little game?" He grabbed her chin, pulling her closer to him until their lips were inches away from each other, voice above a whisper, "let's just say, I was playing my own."
And he sealed it with a kiss.
He loves it when she's a blushing mess under his intense gaze and delicate touch, the complete opposite of the enigma that she always is.
She hates it when he does that, because she always thought that even without her status, she'll always be that sharp, fierce, and hot Witch Girl that everyone knew back then.
He loves that too. And she will always be sharper, fiercer, hotter in his eyes. Even when she's crumbling right now from his lips.
But then she pushed him lightly and glared and said, "Wait, so that first eventâwhy'd you argue about the plus-one agreement if you were planning all that?"
"Well, I wasn't exactly planning on exposing my crush on you that early, was I?"
His voice was low, deep, and distracted; his lips chasing hers in that dazed motion, like he couldn't stop from getting drunk in the taste of her strawberry lip balm.
"Butâbut you didn't even know about Yejun!" She kept going.
She wasn't really mad. She was just utterly in shock at the revelation.
"You didn't even know Yejun would show up! You didn't know he'd call me his fiancĂŠe so you just blurted that I was your girlfrâ" she bit back a moan, shivering as Chan's lips roamed her now-exposed neck while she rambled. "Chanâoh fuckâwaitânoâyou're not listening!"
The sensation of his lips on her skin made her knees weak. But still, she kept going.
"You weren't even sure about the job at firstâ" a light gasp escaped her, followed by a breathy sigh, yet she continued, "you said we'd see if it'll work, that's why we agreed it's one timeâso how can you say you planned to be my long-term boyfriend?"
With a final light push, Chan stopped and gazed at her. His hands had already gotten under her fluffy white jacket, thumbs rubbing circles on her waist.
"We did. But that night would've ended with us being in a relationship, fake or not. Yejun just happened to be perfectly in the way." His eyes then darkened, and with a smug upward curve of his lips, he said, "you really think I did all that impulsively?"
Akane's breath hitched, and suddenly, everything she thought she knew about her own ploy had collapsed under Chan's hungry lips on hers.
Because when everyone thought that the witch girl hexed him into her fake dating scheme?
Oh, they were wrong.
He's the one who bewitched her into his long game.
Akane played chess. And yes, she's the grandmaster who's always ten steps ahead, calculates every piece, foresees every possible outcome, deliberates every move on her delicate glass board.
But Chan? He's an ace.
The wild card that's been playing poker this whole time.
He keeps his cards to his chest. He smiles when he's losing, bluffs when he's winning, and lets her think she's aheadâjust for her to realize that he hit the jackpot.
And, well, you know what they say.
House always wins.
But here's the real kicker, he's had the winning hand before the game even began.
Akane thinks she's playing on her own terms, with her glass chessboard and intricate little pieces. And maybe she is. She just doesn't know she's already at Chan's poker table all along.
Because it's one long game between the golden-haired boy and the rich witch girlâbut he's the one who casted the spell.
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waaaah we're finally done with this short ride of boyfriends-for-hire and fake dating schemes! i truly hope u enjoyed reading it as much as i enjoyed creating it! this was such a dream come true, to finally be able to release this 𼚠my 2023 self would've been so proud. in fact, she is đđ
but crying aside: i cannot wait to get back to work on that og oct 3 2025 release! fhjdsalkhfsakj its a massive story so its gonna take a while, tho tbh im almost done with the drafting stage. i started this back in april of this year, and i only have 2 chapters left to draft. BUT i do need a lot of proofreading and finalizations to do. not to mention, i have a lot of extra stuff to work on. that's why i'll work hard during my hibernation period while also working on some oneshots or whatever i feel like working on đ
if u see this, this is a timestamp-slash-spoiler of some sort bc that story?? is another svt series but centered around my top 4 biases (chan, minghao, mingyu, seokmin) and the reader hahahha! tbh it might come out just in time for the next halloween season just to be really sure everything's perfect so i hope u can wait for me while i work on it! don't worry, i will def release the wips i worked on this year but probs spread throughout 2026 HAHAHAH
also: happy birthday to my other fav and (almost!) scorpio twin xu minghao! i have a plot idea for him but i still havent gotten to work on it. but i will soon! â¤ď¸âđĽ
so with that said, i hope u've truly enjoyed this short but chaotic story abt my fav oc and my fav svt member lee chan! see u next stories! đ
genre â fluff, angst, suggestive đ, non-idol!au, college!au, fake dating!au, arranged marriage!au but it's not what u think (or maybe it is), kinda slow burn, i'd say romcom but i'm not sure if i'm funny enough, kinda satire maybe, this au has a short completely made-up history bits, rich people politics, generational cultâi mean curse
notes â photos used are not mine, credits to rightful owners!
warnings â none, this is just the appendices!
word count â 4.3k
XV. The Appendices
Welcome to the weird wild world of Tachibana Akane Hime! You can skip this, but you can also read this. That's all. đ
If you do decide to read this, this section is just the Fact & Fiction part where I share my sentiments and some spoilers for any next projects I'm working onâif there's any. đ
To be very honest, I don't even know if people read my appendices đ But I definitely indulge in these pieces, spilling my thoughts about the process of writing my stories like I would to a diary, because there's no other place to put them.
And so with this, you've been warned of the content below HAHAHA. Totally skippable, no forcing; but if you wanna read, I'd like to welcome you to my web of thoughts, untangled. đď¸
1. The Self-Willing Tachibana Akane Hime
This was meant to be a reader-insert oneshot.
Two years ago when I started it, I only planned for it to be a long oneshot fanfic. But when I revisited it, I couldn't believe how it's almost completed but never saw the light.
So I worked on it again, and as I did, I got so attached that that I had to give this wonderful rich witch girl a name. She deserved one, something I'm proud to be good atâoriginal character creationâand I just had to give it to her.
So I decided, "okay, let's give Rich Witch Girl a name."
I searched, I clicked across websites, I skimmed through lists, and then I saw it... Akane. Deep or brilliant red in meaning.
I wrote her as someone who loves the color red. And that was it, the name clicked. I saw it and I liked it. But it felt like the name itself wanted me to choose it. So I did.
Next: Tachibana. I searched again, scrolled through lists of Japanese surnames. And then I saw Tachibana. Hm, sounded cool. I've never used that before. BUT THENâit meant tangerines.
When Tangerines Give You Lemons âĄď¸ the Joshua fanfic I wrote âĄď¸ a spin-off of TCOTR (it was mentioned that Joshua has a sister and this sister is Hong Jia from The Colors of the Rain, yes, I confirm it đ).
And to be honest?
This is actually a fanfic that I wrote alongside TCOTR because (spoiler alert!!!) I gave Lee Chan an ending of a lifetime in that story and I felt badâSO I CREATED THIS STORY TO GIVE HIM A DIFFERENT ENDING THAT TRANSCENDS A LIFETIME.
In short, this is an alternate universe where Chan gets a different ending that transcends a lifetime (the way I'm trying hard not to spoil that story in case you'd like to read it but also I'm not forcing you guys đ¤Łđ¤Łđ¤Ł).
And that's where Tachibana came into play.
But then there's Hime too.
So okay, I decided, Tachibana Akane. Cute. BUT THEN I FUCKING REMEMBERED THERE MIGHT BE ANIME CHARACTERS WITH THAT NAME. AND THERE WAS. I'm not familiar with the anime. But I felt bad because TACHIBANA AKANE WAS SO PERFECT ALREADY!!! đđđ
BUT THENâwho said I can't give her another name? đ
She's already the controversial eccentric rich witch girlâwhy not take it up another notch??? AND SOâthe â¨Tachibana Akane Hime⨠was born. Because who's to say she's not of royal-blood? It was not confirmed in the story. But it wasn't denied either. So yes, this is to confirm that Hime is her legal second name. HAHAHAHA.
And this is how Tachibana Akane Hime, the Fire Princess of Tangerines, self-willed her name into existence. đŽ
Cool Fact: Akane is fire personified, but fire was never just red to begin withâit's also orange. And what else is orange in her name? đ¤
2. The Rich Girl & The Arranged Marriage Trope
Okay, okayâI know. I've done this before.
I've written an arranged marriage trope before with a rich girl named Kim Saemi. And she's as fire as Akane. Yes, I have a type (and they're two guys with "Chan" in their [stage] names đŤ˘).
Kidding aside, YES I HAVE A TYPE AND IT'S ARRANGED MARRIAGE TROPES AND ICONIC RICH GIRL OCs! HAHAHA đ
But if that Saemi was already fire back then, this Akane just burned the house down and she burned with it laughing maniacally. đĽ
I love that even when I created two stories with the same concept, I was still able to flip the tables in this new tale about an airport in hell and Lee Chan leaving in a broomstick.
It's so fun because they're almost similar to each other: arranged to be married to another rich person, money money money, smart girls running away from their fateâor their doom.
BUT what I love so much about this is that I truly amped up the rich girl trope here.
It was only this year that I added so much to Akane's character because she felt a little flat compared to two years ago but now she's this notorious nepo baby with a crazy plan, a crazier belief that it would work, and the craziest luckâbecause it actually did.
Like I said, this was only supposed to be a oneshot, and I almost backed out of making this particular rich girl an eccentric one. If I remember correctly, I've written almost half of the story before I backtracked and said "wait a minuteâsomething's not working here" and I thought it was the eccentric angle. I almost scrapped the whole thing and replaced her eccentricity with the stereotypical rich mean girl.
But I didn't. I continued writing, despite the lack of enthusiasm, and after 12 acts, I stopped. But I left notes on how I wanted to end it.
Years later, I came back to it, together with TCOTR, because I finally had the courage to hold a pen and write again. (Well, technically I typed it, but yeah.) Anyway, I found inspiration again after writing Cosmos, another Lee Chan fanfic, and I just wrote again.
I improved TCOTR first, then I took a peek at this one and I was shocked, to be honest, to find out that there was only one act left to write and I was just?? I don't know?? Amazed?? At the concept I had?? At everything I've written so far??
It was like digging up a time capsule and it reminded me of how much I really loved writing. Then I decided to give this story the ending it deserved, while adding two new acts to complete the story.
I improved it, Tachibana Akane Hime self-willed herself into the story, and the rest of it followed.
Now I get to watch the house burn down as Akane and Chan burn with it but they don't die. Because this story is out there now, and I can proudly look back at this and say, "Checkpot." (not me being unhingedâsorry 'bout that) đđđ
3. Akane as An Alternate Universe Mirror of a Character in The Colors of the Rain
So, Akane didn't just self-willed herself. In my mind, she was also the exact opposite of this character I made in TCOTR, someone I loved hating because of how good that character is at being herself. I'm not gonna name-drop her, but if you happen to read it, she's also a Japanese girl đ
But like I said, Akane is the complete opposite of that girl. I made this character first, but she was unnamed and left in the drafts for years. Meanwhile, the other one from TCOTR was freshly added to the story and I just loved the process of naming her and creating her persona.
That girl has her own section from the appendices of TCOTR. But all I can say is that, even though I made her like that, I still love that character because I created her. And that's what I also love about Akane.
Akane Hime is the first Japanese OC lead I ever made, and I so love the fact that I made her in this particular fanfic because it's an Lee Chan one and he's my favorite bias wrecker (the only bias wrecker, i fear) in SVT!
Okay, okayâyou guys have to understandâI love Japan. I'm in love with Japan.
It's been a dream for me ever since I was a kid, up until now. But it also broke my heart. Back in 2022. It's complicated.
But I'm okay now.
And maybe that's why I'm able to write Japanese OCs with such grit and heart. And I love it. I love all my OCs, I love this OC so much. I love the process I went through in creating them and these stories.
Ooh, another cool fact: I created my first ever Lee Chan fanfic and it actually has to do with Japan. Those were my sad writing hours. But I'm not sad anymore, just nostalgic about it.
But anyway, both that girl from TCOTR and Tachibana Akane Hime represent my love for Japan (even though the other one might be questionable, but truthfully it's just a matter of characterization on her part haha!).
So far, with all her short-lived tales of iconic witchery and world-class chess mastery, Akane Hime is my favorite original character so far.
The moment I started reading and revising, I knew I just had to turn it into a miniseries because this story didn't deserve to be just a oneshot.
It deserved to be revised into perfection and become a series of its own, despite its ephemeral runtime.
4. The Layers
Okay so, I don't even know where to begin with this but let me try.
So honestly, I've mentioned that Akane's character was a reader-insert, and when I read it again and again this year, I realized she was a little flat. When I came up with the name to make her an OC, in the finalization stage, I thought she talked way too less.
So I came up with new dialogues just around September this year, actually. And when I added those, she suddenly became this accidental nepo baby who weaponizes her image and makes sure she's always in the middle of a scandal.
And I spiraled a lot after that hahahaha đ Because I know how nepo babies are viewed in the year 2025 and it's "negative press," if she were to word it.
Like I said in the beginning, I may have created a bit of a controversial character.
But I think what I love with how controversial she is as the MC is the fact that she does change for the better. She makes sure that her plans, as absurd as it is, will work. That she will break free from the very image she'd crafted for herself, and I think it was the most beautiful redemption arc she could ever have.
So maybe that's why even if I was worried to release this OC in the wild, I had faith that she will still make for a good one that transforms throughout the story. She's not the same person she was at the beginning vs. the end of the story.
I love that I was able to explore her personality more when I was finalizing the story because I was able to add more to her Witch Girl lore which is a classic misconception-turned-weaponized-image. I had so much fun adding that bit about her perceived sensuality in public when in truth, she was canonically a first-timer in sex. I don't necessarily love that she turned out to be so rich she became a nepo baby, but I love that she broke free from that.
I found it really interesting brainstorming again this year on how to portray her wealth and I thoughtâfor someone with such a crazy plan for a scheme, she was perfect as 'richest-person-in-the-country-level' rich. And yes, it's an exaggeration but like, isn't it in some way still realistic? I think what made that interesting to me is that because she was that rich, it would be such a payoff when she'd finally walked away from her family.
Because let's face itâshe could easily succumb to her family's hunger for moneyâand yet she didn't. And that's what made her so compelling, choosing modesty and humility over power and wealth.
And the fact she was delusional enough to think a fake dating scheme would work was just the cherry on top. Like, how do you actually expect fake dating someone to work as a dodge to an arranged marriage? Yeah, that's what makes it hilariousâbecause she made it work. đ
So yeah, all I wanted to say is that I made her so alive in the finalized version to the point she's become a slightly worrying OC to upload, but that her story is what redeems her.
As of date, she is truthfully my favorite OC out of all the ones I've made before. I've actually written some other stories about her again, because I realized she's such a versatile OC. Like apart from her rich witch girl role, I definitely wrote different roles for her and she fits all of them.
To me, it doesn't feel out of sorts. It almost feels like she's an actress playing roles, like when writers assign roles to idols/members according to the genre they're writing. That's how she feels to me as an original character.
For example, I wrote an inverted version of the same fake dating genre but instead of her hiring a boyfriend because she's rich and evading arranged marriages, it's about Chan recruiting her to his scheme to make their exes jealousâand it still feels so her but with just a different role.
Oh, and because I mentioned it, yes, I still paired her up with Lee Chan. Because I cannot imagine this OC with anyone else. đ
This is kind of like an attachment thing, though. Like I definitely can make multiple original characters if I wanted to, but if I pair it with a member, they'll be the pair for me. It's not to say that I won't make reader-insert stories anymore, because I've already written multiple ones for Lee Chan with a female reader-insert. It's just that, since debuting Akane Hime as the first OC pairing for Chan, I can't imagine any other OC for him.
I've done this with my NCT stories before, and this is why I cannot be attached to my characters unless I wanna keep making more OCs than reader-inserts HAHAHAHA.
But anyway, this is getting long, and I'm not sure if I wanna release these other stories yet. Truthfully, as fun as it is in my head, I'm not confident yet that readers will enjoy OC pairings with their favorite idols as I do, so I try to balance it as much as possible. If and when I do feel confident enough, I'll post a warning. â ď¸
Kidding, but I probably will announce ahead of time anyway. So yeah, this is to confirm that I have more than one Lee Chan fic in my drafts and in due time, they'll see the light.
More love to Dino of SVT. đŠľ
5. The Metaphors that Metaphor-ed: Akane's Board & Chan's Table
So as I revisited this, I've had the time to brainstorm again and see what new things I could bring to the table, and I did.
As I brainstormed and dove deeper into the dynamics of this fictional Chan and Akane, I realized that I've written Chan (strictly in this story's context only) to be someone who just... has this aura in him.
So, he was written to be a middle-class guy who only got swept up in rich people politics because he took up a job as a fake boyfriend. But analyzing him, he was also this person who just has that certainty, that ability to want something and get it, in a way that he's so certain that he can do it.
He wanted Akane, and he got her. And that's where the metaphors were born.
The Broomstick, I think we already know, is a metaphor for Akane's eccentricity and her being called the Witch Girl.
But I just wanna add how this angle was also enhanced this year. Like yes, I had that angle of a rich girl accused of being a witch. But I only ever played with its concept and enhanced it this year by adding the new Act VI. A Broomstick, A Queen of Chess, and A Wild Card Ace.
Honestly? The only canon word I can confirm to be related to then-YN, if this was posted back then, is cult. The fact that she jokes about her family being a cult was the only connection she had with the Witch Girl angle. But I'm so glad I held off on posting this, on rushing it, because now it's just deliciously cooked into perfection. đ đť
Now, I have a whole broomstick metaphor for Akane being accused as a witch and casting a spell on Chan when in fact, it was Chan who truly bewitched her. đ
We also saw how being the Queen of Chess is a metaphor for her sharp and calculated mind. And I love this so much! Like, this was somehow, in the brainstorming and deep dive process, an allude to Queen's Gambit. But at the same time, this is also just something original with her character.
Like we have Saemi from How It Started, How It Ended and she was also a rich girl who is controlled by her family, who wants her to marry her childhood friend Lee Donghyuck (of NCT).
But what's different here is that Akane's family is obsessed into arranging marriages for the members of their clan and it's just ingrained in her identity, in her very essence. And I think it's beautiful that this time, Akane was the first to ever walk away from that kind of oppressive, cult-like, control-freak of a family.
So her being so calculating is truly just a result of being born into a family that is extremely rich, but extremely toxic for her that she developed survival instincts rather than regular living habits. And even weaponizing these things, using it as her stepping stones into achieving her goal instead of just crying about it. She hates it, but she'd also use it to serve her purpose. Hence, the Queen of Chess.
Now for this fanfic's version of Lee Chan.
Oh, this sweet summer child from The Colors of the Rain who carved his own path toward an alternate universe where he gets the girlâyes, that sweet summer child is subconsciously written in such a way that amazes me just because of how different I wrote Chan from TCOTR fic to this Chan from SpĂŤll fic.
But it's the fact that I accidentally wrote this fic's Chan to be that guy who gets what he wants because he knows he canâthat birthed the Wild Card Ace metaphor.
It was already there, written years ago, for me to rediscover and bring that fresh take to an old tale, hence the Chess and Poker metaphors.
Akane is this intentional character who deliberates every move, who is ten steps ahead of everyone, thinking she controls the game because she plays chess. But Chan has also always been written to be the wild card and I didn't even notice it until this year, when I revisited it.
Now Chan as a wild card, it's the essence of him wanting Akane to be his from the beginning, way before the deal even started, and he manifested it so much that it just happened. And he got her.
And him hiding his pre-existing crush on her without her even knowing was where his identity as a wild card came from. Akane thought she controlled Chan, placed him in the game when in fact, Chan had been in it way before the game even started. And he's not even playing chess, he plays poker, and he's an ace in it. đ
The fact that it's just been written this way from years ago blew my mind because now I was able to enhance the story and use those metaphors and I think it was just such a cool process for me, especially since it's been 2-3 years since I last looked at this and TCOTR.
Yes, I created several fanfics last year, but this oneâtogether with TCOTRâis my magnum opus. One where I thought I failed as a writer because I couldn't finish it, I couldn't go through with it. I thought I sucked in writing SVT fics because I've never released any series for them, and I had around five already and most of them were NCT fanfics.
I was hit with writer's block for so long that I was so glad to rise from it and this and TCOTR being my greatest works yet is just something I'm so proud of.
Because now I can say that I didn't fail, I came through with these beautiful stories, and I love that they were SVT-focused fanfics. đ
And returning to it in 2025? It made me question at first why I didn't just post it back then. But that was an ultimate payoff because working on it this 2025 reminded me of the reason why I didn't post it back then: both stories are two sides of one golden coin.
One can't be posted if the other one is not ready.
And now that they're both ready, now they get to see the light.
In short, I just love how this story turned out after 2 years in the making!
I actually have this big project that I initially planned to be out at the beginning of October and it's supposed to be my first-ever Halloween Special entry.
But... I couldn't finish it.
It's almost done. There's only really so little to work on in terms of drafting.
But the thing is, even with that, I still have to go through a series of proofreading and polishing processes and it's not easy.
Drafting is just the first stage. And it didn't make it by the start of October.
It really kills me because these past few months, I've felt so burnt out because of this project.
Don't get me wrong, the passion is still there. I still feel so strongly about this story even if I was feeling burnt out. It's just that, I pressured myself to finish it by October and the fact that I couldn't do it hurt me a little in an authorly kind of way.
I was really excited for this story to come out, I've been working on this since April this year. It's in the middle of finishing the last 3 parts of The Colors of the Rain that I started working on it.
And this project is very big, it's not a miniseries like this one.
Well, it started out as one, but it just grew and grew and now I don't think I can call it a miniseriesâeven if I originally intended it as a 5-chapter-each arrangement.
So, just a little something: it's actually been spoiled somewhere in my other fanfics.
But yes, it's just gonna have to sit in my drafts until it's fully ready.
Which brings me to the next thing I wanna say: I might be releasing some of the fics I created this year, probably mixed in with a few more future works.
Hahahahfdajhfdsjafhfdsajk. (â I honestly have no idea what this was for.)
Anyway, they're mostly oneshots that I worked on in the past few months. Some stuff that I created simultaneously with that big project.
So yeah, I guess this is me saying that I might be dropping fics spontaneously while continuing to work on that big project until the time is right.
I'd also probably take breaks in-between because lately, I have really been feeling so burnt out.
But like I said, don't get me wrong. I love writing so much, I love the creative process, I love working on these WIPs.
I just have to give myself some time to breathe because honestly, the past few months have been such a rollercoaster ride in the background.
I guess, I'm also just trying to say that when this big project of mine drops in the future, this part of the appendices in SpÍll is a spoiler or timestamp of its kind.
Don't worry, I won't be spoiling it if I'm not planning to release it. But I'd definitely most likely go through a lot of spirals first within the timeframe that I'm working on it. HAHAHA!
Anyway, I will stop talking about it now and instead get some rest and expand my writing library/masterlist.
7. The Goodbye & The Thank You Notes
So, I guess that's about it for this oneshot-turned-miniseries.
This is also my first serialized miniseries!
Because I did have a miniseries before with NCT Dream but that was a collection of oneshots instead of being one continuous story.
I've always enjoyed the process of writing for long periods of time because I never wanna put out something that I started but never finished. That's why it always takes me a long time to release any new stories.
It's because I really take the creative process so seriously since it's where I thrive so much in writing. But anyway, I'm just proud to have had this turned into a miniseries because now it's my favorite one from my own collection of stories! đŤś
And with that, I say goodbye. For now.
This has been the Celestial Plant Writer. đŽ
See you in the next stories!
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ÂŠď¸ 2025, moonstarsunflower. Do not translate, copy, repost, or use without permission.
genre â fluff, angst, suggestive đ, non-idol!au, college!au, fake dating!au, arranged marriage!au but it's not what u think (or maybe it is), kinda slow burn, i'd say romcom but i'm not sure if i'm funny enough, kinda satire maybe, this au has a short completely made-up history bits, rich people politics, generational cultâi mean curse
notes â rich!oc & middle class!chan; chan x oc are in their early 20s btw; appearances of seungkwan, vernon (as hansol), & seokmin; switching between ocâs first and second name; chanâs parents are finally mentioned! but just briefly lol; a svt fic with a 17+ warning banner, pun is unapologetically intended; photos used are not mine, credits to rightful owners!
warnings â reader discretion is advised; mentions of nepotism and corporate-level wealth; implications of being beaten up but one time only and not graphic; slight violence; mentions of being locked up and toxic parenting; a little bit suggestive; small implication of elite corruption; implied manipulation but eh who doesnât love a good romance đŤŁ; one is scheming and the other is scheming harder adjfklskfhjkls
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XIII. Checkmate
Akane didn't know that that would be the last event she'll attend with Chan.
Two days after that night, Yejun kept reminding her of his threat, enough to make her paranoid. And her parents confirmed that her ticket to the US was real.
They showed her.
After seeing that, stress took over.
She didn't know how to tell Chan that she was leaving the country against her will. And even if she did, she didn't know how he could stop it from happening.
And the fact that Yejun kept calling and texting her, telling her how he's excited to tell the world about her 'secret' if she doesn't stop scheming with Chan, was deeply disturbing.
It's like all the problems in the world were on her shoulders, and she couldn't carry them.
It was so heavy to the point that Akane did something stupid, something that she didn't intentionally mean to.
Chan kept telling her that she didn't have to give him his paycheck because he doesn't want it, but she did anyway. In her defense, she didn't want to leave him empty-handedâif her parents succeeded in ripping her off the face of Seoul.
But still, Chan immediately called her as soon as he received the money in his bank.
"I told you not to send it, Akane."
Chan was calm, but she didn't miss his annoyed tone.
"I'm sorry, Chan. I justâI have to tell you something."
Chan sighed on the other line.
"Okay, babe. I'm sorry if I sounded upset."
"It's okay. I'm here at Claudia's."
"Alright, I'll be there in ten minutes."
"Be careful, Chan."
"I will. Wait for me, okay? I'll be there."
But Chan never arrived.
Akane waited ten, twenty, thirty minutes. She waited an hourâtwo hours.
But he never showed up. And it broke her heart.
"I told you, Akane. I was right, wasn't I?"
Yejun's text read. He'd told her that he was watching her from afar. He knew about the money she sent to Chan, and he knew about their meeting.
And now he knew that Chan didn't show up.
No text, no call, no other message. There was no sign of Chan anywhere.
"There's only one thing to do now, Akane."
She cried in the cafĂŠ, despite the people around her.
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It was 12:13 at noon, seventeen minutes before the boarding time.
Another two days had passed since Chan didn't show up at the cafĂŠ. Akane hadn't heard from him.
Her messages were left unseen as well, the calls going straight to voicemails.
She was worried about him.
But there was nothing she could do.
She didn't know where he was, or what he's doing.
On top of that, her parents confiscated her phone, her gadgets, and even her laptop.
The moment she went home from the cafĂŠ that day, her parents locked her up in the house and suspended all her means of communication.
She couldn't call anyone, couldn't escape from her own house. She was guarded around the clock for two days. Wherever she goes, the housekeepers follow suit. Even inside her own bathroom.
Her only means of escapingâthe windowâwas blocked by the bodyguards.
"All your gadgets will be returned to you once we get to the US." Her father had stated. "We wouldn't want you planning an escape with that worthless nobody."
As a last act of rebellion, Akane cut her hairâshort and unevenâenough to horrify her parents. She didn't care if the blond and black clashed, her only way of defying her parents one last time was to strip herself of the one thing they value the most in her: her image.
But even with that, they still called a professional to deal with it. They removed the uneven cuts, and dyed it back to her original jet-black color.
Now, two days later, she was being forced to go to the US with her parents and Yejun.
A fresh look, but a deadly stare to whoever dared glance her way.
This was the only time she could roam around freely inside the airport. But they still kept an eye on her, and a lot of their bodyguards were hidden around her, ready to prevent her from a runaway attempt.
Akane sat as far away from her parents and Yejun as possible, blending in with families and kids.
They let her, for the time being. But she felt so conscious of the stares the people were giving her.
The public knew about the news of the 'breakup' between her and Chan, and the fact that she's flying to the US with Yejun. And she hated it so much.
Akane never broke up with him. But she also wasn't sure if they were even a real couple. They never had a chance to talk about it.
Right now, she occupied herself with a novel from Chan's bookshelf. She remembered how he allowed her to read all his books as she wished, and she couldn't help but smile.
Yet her heart was still broken.
Where had he gone to? Why didn't he show up? Why didn't he call her?
What happened to you, Lee Chan?
In the midst of her troubled thoughts, one of the flight attendants announced that it was time to board the plane.
She watched as people stood up for the line, deciding to board last.
But an unusual noise from afar had caught her attention, making her look from behind her seat.
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When Chan opened his eyes, his sight was blurred and he felt slightly dizzy. But as his vision cleared up, a white ceiling greeted him, and a dull noise from a TV filled his ears.
As soon as his line of sight was straight, he saw his friends on the couch by the left side of the room. Seungkwan, his best friend, was sleeping on a chair next to his bed.
Chan tried to tap his head, and Seungkwan immediately awoke. The latter was groggy, but upon seeing Chan, he stood up.
"Chan, you're awake!"
His other friends, Hansol and Seokmin, stirred up from their sleep, shocked as they ran toward his bed.
"Hey, man! I'm so glad you're alive!"
"Dude, don't scare us like that again!"
"What? What are you talking about?" Chan asked in confusion. His voice sounded a little broken. "What happened?"
His eyes darted around, then he noticed the IV fluid wire attached to him. "Am I at the hospital?"
Seungkwan looked at the others first before sighing heavily. "You got beaten up."
"What?" Chan tried to sit up, but his body ached.
"Hey, hey, take it easy."
"Where's Akane? Where's my phone?"
The boys glanced at each other again, this time with more concern on their faces.
"We know about your secret, Chan," Seungkwan started.
"What do you mean? What are you talking about?"
"We know that your relationship with Akane was fake. She's been paying you to pretend as her boyfriend, right? It's been all over the news since yesterday." Seokmin explained.
If Chan's heart could hurt more, he could've sworn it did. But his body was too painful to move, and he couldn't entirely focus on his friends' words.
"That's not true. She is my girlfriend. And I need to call herâ"
"We already did. She's not answering. We tried to reach her on her socials but she's not online. We don't know where she is."
"That's impossible. I have to get to her, she's waiting for me." Chan tried his best to sit up, somewhat succeeding but he's in pain.
"Chan, I really think you should rest. You were out for two days. We thought you wouldn't wake up." Hansol said.
Chan's eyes widened, but his face hurt as well. He must've been beaten so hard.
"But I have to get to her. She needs me." He removed the wires attached to him, wincing in pain.
"Chanâyou need to rest first! You need to recoverâ" Seungkwan tried to stop him, but Chan had already taken most of the wires out.
Despite his aching body, Chan was still able to move a lot. And with all the commotion from him and his friends, they didn't notice the news on the TV.
Until Seokmin pointed out, "hey, isn't that Akane?"
They all stopped talking, glancing over at the TV. A reporter announced how the Tachibana heiress was spotted at the airport, about to leave for her flight to the US. And Chan was confused.
What happened in the last two days? Why was he in the hospital? How could she leave without telling him? Was that why she sent the money?
And what's worse, she was leaving with Yejun toward the US, according to the news.
But even with his half-shattered bones and his shaken head, it didn't take too long to realize that it was all a ploy. And it was by none other than Yejun.
The moment he saw Yejun on the news, he knew what was happening.
"Seungkwan, I need to go to the airport." Chan spoke in a serious tone.
Seungkwan was quick to crease his brows. "What? Are you crazy? You have to restâ"
"Seungkwan, you have to believe me when I say that Akane's in danger."
"What are you talking about? She looks completely fine leaving you all beat up. She doesn't seem to care about you anymore."
Seungkwan was angry at Akane, not just for leaving Chan abruptly but for being unreachable at this crucial time. Chan was seriously injured, and she was nowhere to be found for two days.
But only because he didn't know the truth.
"Seungkwan, listen to me!" Chan called his attention, albeit the tremendous pain. "I'm sure I wasn't beaten up randomly. I was beaten up out of nowhere and suddenly Yejun's taking her to the US. Doesn't that ring a bell?"
Hansol and Seokmin looked at each other, confusion etched in their faces.
"Is this about that viral video last time? Where Yejun said she was his fiancĂŠe but then you said she's your girlfriend?" Seokmin asked, recalling that from months ago.
"Yeah. But it's not just fake dating, there's more to it than that."
"Butâ" Seungkwan hesitated, frustration building in his chest. He shook his head, running a hand through his hair. "No, no way. This can't beâ" He paused, taking a deep breath before letting out a heavy sigh. "She left you. She disappeared right when you almostâughâI mean, just look at you, Chan! Whether or not it was fake, she still left you."
"I know," Chan winced again, but he still managed a shake of his head. "But I know her. She wouldn't do this to me. She wouldn't just leave me like this. It has to be Yejun. He's behind all this. Or her parents."
Seungkwan's eyes reflected that of disbelief and confusion. He couldn't believe his best friend got caught up in this situation, let alone it being tied to the richest girl on campus.
"Tch," Seungkwan hissed. "I told you she's bad news. This is why I didn't believe that you and her were a thing! And it turns out you were fake dating all along? Do you even know what you got yourself into?" He smacked his face, processing all the information.
"You do realize she's not just any rich girl, right? This is Akane we're talking about. Tachibana heiress? The one with the cursed extra name? The 'Witch Girl' nepo baby?"
"She's not thatâ"
"It doesn't matter. She's old moneyâhell, she could buy Seoul if she wants to. She's practically history! And you got yourself into that kind of business."
He shook his head again, not just in disbelief, but utter shock at the absurdity of it all.
"These kinds of people don't play, Chan. Look at you nowâyou're all beat up and bruised. You're lucky you haven't 'disappeared' randomly. One wrong move and you're erased from Earth. Do you get that?"
The air was thick with implication, enough to make Hansol and Seokmin swallow hard, exchanging uneasy glances.
"He's right, Chan. She's not popular for nothing." Seokmin said, brows creased in worry. "And it's not even the good kind."
"I know, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't tell you, guys. I had my reasons and it's not about the money. It was never about that. So please, I need to get to her before it's too late. She needs me." Chan pleaded.
And as much as Seungkwan hated it, as much as his skepticism was ringing all the alarms in his head, it was working. He couldn't resist his best friend, despite the literal headache forming right now in his skull.
"Fine! We'll help you. But only if you tell us what's really going on with you and Akane. I never understood why you even chose her to be your girlfriend. Or fake girlfriend orâyou know what? Whatever. I honestly don't know what you've gotten yourself into. I mean, I do, butâugh! What did you even see in her? How did this even start?"
Chan smiled gratefully toward his best friend, though that little movement hit him with pain.
"Remember that link you sent me when I was looking for a job? Well, that was her. It started out as fake dating, but it's not anymore. I'll tell you guys more on the way but you have to trust me on thisâAkane needs me right now."
Now that he brought it up, Seungkwan does remember the link. Akane sent it herself. He remembered being skeptical at first, since it had come from nowhere. Chan was looking for a job and suddenly she had one to offer?
Horror dawned upon him when he realized it was his fault his best friend had gotten into this mess. He didn't even cross-check it when he received it from Akane, he was busy that day and figured Chan could check it out on his own. If he'd known it was for a fake dating scheme, he never would've sent it.
But if he looked at it that way, he did see how Chan changed after he started hanging out with Akane.
Or to put it more correctlyâdating her.
Regardless if it was fake or not, Chan just seemed happier and healthier.
Maybe not now, after he was beaten up. But despite his initial disbelief, he noticed just how alive he seemed with her. And that's even compared to his ex.
Who would've thought that fake dating Tachibana Akane Himeâthe rich witch girlâwould make Chan glow so much?
"Alright, alright."
Seungkwan, with his skepticism and guilt rolled into one, reluctantly agreed. After all, he figured he owed Chan this one.
"You better be the one to explain this to your parents! They came here earlier, but they're staying at an inn nearby. We told them they should rest and we'll watch over you."
Chan grinned, gratitude in his eyes. "Thanks. I will. I'll even introduce her to them. I'm sure they'll love her."
"Right," Seungkwan shivered. He never thought he'd see his best friend be this down bad for someone. "But first, we need a distraction."
"Wellâgood thing we brought clothes then, huh." Hansol said, a grin about to spread on his face, as if this was the funniest coincidence and not some kind of conspiracy theory.
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As the noise grew louder and nearer, Akane couldn't help but feel curious.
The sound was clearer now: whistles blowing and security guards shouting toward someone.
People were starting to look at the direction where the noise was coming from, and everyone around her was watching now too.
She stood up and walked toward the middle of the floor to join the bystanders. The noise seemed to be going toward her direction, and her curiosity reached its peak.
"Hey! Young man! You're not allowed in here!"
Akane heard, together with another whistle.
"Stop!"
Amidst all that noise and the squeaking of shoe soles on the floor, one familiar voice made her heart stop.
"Akane! Akane, it's me!"
And as she watched the person that the guards were chasing, her eyes widenedâbecause running to her was none other than Chan.
"Akane!"
"Chan!"
Without any other thoughts, Akane bolted toward him and met him half-way.
Yejun caught sight and pointed toward her, commanding the bodyguards to run after her, but he was too late. Even those men couldn't block her.
The moment Chan was close, she embraced him, her eyes watering.
"Chan! What happened to you?!"
When Akane let go, she finally took in his condition: his face was marked with cuts, and his left eye was swollen. His arms were bruised, and he looked drained. She covered her mouth in complete shock, unable to imagine how this happened to him.
Then she hugged him again. "I'm so sorry, Chan. I wasn't there for you, I'm so sorry." She cried.
"Don't worry about me, I'm fine." Chan rubbed her back weakly. "You cut your hair."
Akane smiled warmly as she parted from the hug, but never let go. There was a moment of lightness in her chest despite the tears.
"I did. How do I look?"
"Hot. Always hot."
She glared at his unseriousness, just as Chan winced in pain. As she held him, supporting his weight, Akane suddenly realized what truly happened.
"This was Yejun, wasn't it?"
"Highly likely." Chan tried to joke.
But when she looked behind her, Akane gave death stares toward Yejun.
"He told me he'd expose us if I don't break up with you." She confessed to Chan, tears running down again as she looked back at him.
"It doesn't matter anymore. He exposed us either way. Everyone knows about our deal, and he even had me beaten up. But I don't care what people say or think about us. I don't care if they think this is all a lie. I just wanna be with you."
Despite her rage, Akane gazed at him with a smile. "I wanna be with you too."
"Would you run away with me, Hime?" Chan then asked, holding her hands up to his lips and kissing them.
Her tears rolled down as she nodded eagerly.
"I would."
"What are you guards doing?! Don't just stand there!"
Yejun shouted toward the security guards who were chasing Chan earlier.
"Stop!" Akane shouted, stepping in front of Chan, her voice firm. "If you lay a finger on him, I'll have you fired!"
This was the first time Akane had ever used her status as leverage, but it didn't seem to work. The guards pressed forward relentlessly, forcing her and Chan to retreat until their backs were pressed against a nearby wall.
When she glanced at him, she found him already looking at her, his eyes filled with determination despite the pain. Weakly, he stepped forward, positioning himself between her and the guards, his body shaking but resolute.
"I'll be okay, Akane," he said softly, reaching out to grasp her hand, his voice strained.
"Chan, noâ" she protested, her heart racing with fear.
He turned slightly to the right, looking back at her, his gaze steady, though his condition was far from ideal.
"You weren't thinking of leaving me, were you?" He asked with a faint, teasing smile.
The guards' footsteps echoed closer, but for a second, all Akane could see was him. Her eyes welled with tears, overwhelmed with emotion. She gently cupped his right cheek, as if the touch could steady him.
"I couldn't, even if I wanted to," she confessed, her voice trembling.
It wasn't just the threat of the guards that frightened herâit was the thought of them taking him from her.
The thought of losing him was unbearable.
Chan leaned into her touch, a soft sigh escaping his lips as he kissed her palm.
"That's all I needed to hear," he murmured, his eyes filled with gratitude.
Despite his bruised face and the fatigue in his eyes, he gave her a small, reassuring smileâone that made her heart ache with tenderness.
The tension in the air was palpable. Everyone was watching them, even the guards, who had slowed their approach, now moving with more caution. Finally, Chan faced them again, positioning himself to shield Akane as best he could, his resolve unwavering.
Akane, helpless in the moment, glanced around at the onlookers. Everyone was just watching, as if frozen in place.
Until her eyes met with her mother's.
There, a few feet away behind the airport security, with her father and Yejun next to her.
"Mom, please!"
She shouted weakly toward her, voice shaking from the tears.
The security guards were closing in on them, surrounding them with no way to escape.
Until a loud voice spoke up.
"Enough!"
Everyoneâpassengers, the airport staff, and her family's bodyguardsâturned toward her mother.
When Akane glanced at her, her mother's eyes displayed an emotion conveying melancholy. And it was directed to her.
Her dad's face was dark, and just as he gripped his wife's left hand out of anger, saying, "Ayameko, what are you doiâ"
"Let me go, Haruki."
Her father didn't let go, but her mother still turned toward the security.
"Don't you dare touch them."
And there, a few feet away, tight-lipped and restrained by her fatherâshe gave Akane a slight nod as a single tear slid down her right cheekâsignaling for her to go.
To run.
To escape.
At first, Akane was stunned. But when the guards didn't move, she tugged Chan's hand and started to walk away. Slowly at first, looking over her shoulders to see if anyone followed, then speeding up little by little.
Chan was surprised too, but he didn't waste time, despite his pain. He caught a glimpse of Akane's mother, who watched as they walked away.
Even from afar, he could see the look in her eyes.
He couldn't decipher it, but he thinks it was close to trust that he saw before glancing back at Akane.
Halfway toward the exit doors, Chan stopped walking, and she did too.
"Hime, I..." he started.
She looked around them, trying to see if any guards had followed. But there were none.
There were only the people whose eyes were glued to them, wondering what all this commotion was about.
The airport buzzed with quiet whispers and curious glances, an overhead announcement of a delay that she's sure was her flight through the loudspeakers seamlessly blending with the recent fiasco.
Still, she waited for Chan to speak, and what he said was enough to calm her beating heart over the anxiety she felt.
"I love you."
She locked eyes with him, and it's as if the world stopped around them.
And it's only her and him.
She smiled at him with a look that says "we did it, we won, we're free," before reaching up to kiss him tenderly on the lips.
"I love you too, Chan."
When Akane wrapped her arm around his back to help him walk better, he then kissed her head.
The two of them couldn't care about anything else.
The news of them being exposedâof their 'relationship' being a scheme, of her paying him to pretend, of it being a front to a bigger exit strategyâwere all over the place.
Headlines filled news websites and outlets:Â The Tachibana heiress found funding a fellow student in a fake dating scheme; The scandal of the year pulled by the daughter of the Tachibana Group and Enterprises; A fake dating stratagem fronts an escape plan by daughter of Seoul-based Japanese magnatesâand so on.
But even so, the people around them couldn't even think that it's fake. They couldn't see the act behind it all. They couldn't see any signs of deception. This was one of the truest moments these people could ever witness between Akane and Chan.
Because all they can see is the way they look at each other. Full of suffering, victory against the world that opposed them, and most importantly, love.
And just like that, all the people in the airport, including Yejun and her parents, watched as Akane finally walked away.
For the first time.
With Chan right beside her.
đŽ
XIV. Checkmate? No, Jackpot.
Day 1.
Chan didn't think much of it.
He saw Sangwoo, standing a little too close to Akane, exchanging words he couldn't hear over the buzz of the court. The gym was packed with the usual loud crowd, the floor echoing with the bounce of balls and the shouts of teammates.
It was that game. The one where his team had played Yejun's, and his team had won. It was a hard-fought match.
Jung Yejun, the son of the rival school, had been on fire. But in the end, Chan's team had pulled through. Sangwoo had made a few game-winning shots, but it was Chan's last-second steal that had sealed the victory.
Yejun had been visibly frustrated, trying to hold it together in the aftermath. Chan couldn't help but smirk to himself as the memory lingered. But right now, none of that mattered.
This was a defining moment of his junior year, and his ex wasn't here. Hadn't been, for three months now. Perhaps, longer than that.
But he just shrugged it off. There were far better things to focus on.
Like the fact that Akane was hereâstanding next to Sangwoo, not really seeming all that interested in the post-game chaos, but still here.
She wasn't clapping or cheering. She was just watching as if the game was an afterthought to her.
Her cool expression didn't shift as Sangwoo stood in front of her, his posture tense and his face tight with frustration. Akane barely looked at him, eyes unfocused. They seemed to be talking, but Chan couldn't make out the words.
All he saw was Sangwoo gesturing with irritation, while Akane remained composed, her gaze distant, unbothered by his frustration.
He stared for a while before moving on.
Day 52.
Chan flopped onto his bed, phone in hand, scrolling through the usual feed. Food blogs, puppy videos, a few memes here and there. Nothing really caught his attentionâuntil a new post popped up.
A paparazzi shot of Akane.
She was walking down the city street, surrounded by a small crowd, sunglasses framing her eyes.
Her hair, which had always been jet black and cut in the sharp, blunt hime-style, now had a striking gradient. The top was blonde, fading into the familiar black at the ends. The sharp contrast was unexpected, but the sleekness of the style remained the same.
The caption was short, teasing, borderline scandalous: "Tachibana Akane Hime spotted with a new look! A new aesthetic or another rebellious move? đ Tap the link in our bio to know more."
Chan froze, thumb hovering over the screen, and he took a deep breath.
He'd always known Akane. Normally, she was just his classmate. Since twelve years old, she'd grown up alongside him.
But seeing her like this, paparazzi photos of her and she was just walking in her heels and sunglasses and designer clothesâbasically a celebrity among regular studentsâmade his chest tighten.
Winter break's ending in a month. He's about to see her again soon.
Day 73.
The late afternoon sun bathed the street in soft light as Chan made his way down the sidewalk, his hands shoved deep into his pockets.
He wasn't expecting to run into anyone. The city is big, it's not everyday that he chances upon people from school.
But when he spotted herâAkaneâsitting on the park bench, his steps slowed.
She was alone, her attention focused on a small notebook, not noticing him yet. The breeze ruffled her hair, making him notice. It had been a month since she dyed it to that gradient blonde-to-black look. He'd seen photos online. Yet seeing it this up close felt surreal to him.
Akane didn't look up, too focused on the small notebook in her hands. She shifted slightly, the movement almost imperceptible. Until a man in a black suit and black sunglasses walked up to her.
They talked for a bit, Akane sighing then standing up. The man then picked up her bag from the bench.
Chan watched them walk toward the street curb where a black car is parked. His gaze lingered on Akane's form as she got inside the car, the man in the suit circling to the driver's seat before driving off.
He released the breath he didn't know he was holding. Fetching his phone from his pocket, he then opened his socials and typed Akane's username.
There were no new posts from her. Her feed was empty, as it always had been. But she still had hundreds of thousands of followersâhim included. He then shook his head and put his phone back inside his pocket.
Tomorrow's the first day of senior year, and he had other things on his mind.
Day 84.
Lunch was over, and the quad outside was alive with the usual hum of students chatting and walking between classes. Chan made his way back to the main building, the sounds of laughter and footsteps fading behind him. As he passed by the student lounge, he glanced through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Then he saw her.
Akane.
She was sitting alone at a table near the back, a chessboard spread out in front of her. Her fingers moved swiftly, pushing the pieces into position with a sharpness that mirrored the lines of her new hairstyle. The transition from blonde to black at the ends caught his eye immediately.
It was more striking than before, sharper somehow, especially with the blunt bangs framing her face. She looked even more... composed, more focused than usual. As if the hair, in all its stark contrast, only enhanced her quiet, untouchable presence.
Akane didn't notice him lingering. Or maybe she did, but she didn't acknowledge it. Her fingers continued moving swiftly over the chessboard, each piece clicked into place with deliberate precision.
He took a breath then kept walking. Something about her caught his attention again, lingering in the back of his mind.
He wasn't sure why.
Day 96.
The morning felt colder than it should've been.
Chan walked in the courtyard, the crisp air threading through the open space, carrying the faint hum of students passing by. He wasn't looking for anything in particular. But then there she was.
Akane stepped into view, her presence shifting the air around her.
She wasn't dressed like everyone else, not quite. The deep navy of her tailored coat draped effortlessly over her shoulders, its structured fit cinched at the waist, polished gold buttons catching the light.
Beneath it, the pristine pleats of her skirt barely moved as she walked, her black stockings adding to the look along her shiny blue boots adorned by golden chains with stars and moons as charms. It looked like something straight out of an elite fashion spread.
Chan's steps slowed. He wasn't staring, not really. He was just... watching.
The steady rhythm of her heels tapped lightly against the pavement, each step placed with effortless precision. Her hair, sleek as always, carried that same striking contrast. The blonde fading seamlessly into black, catching the cold morning light just enough to sharpen the edges of her figure.
For a fraction of a second, her gaze flicked over to him.
Unreadable. Dismissive.
Akane didn't break her stride. She didn't pause or react. But there was the faintest shift. The slightest tilt of her head, as if acknowledging his presence without truly acknowledging it.
Chan's fingers curled briefly in his pockets.
And still, he didn't stop watching.
Day 106.
Chan paused in the doorway of the classroom, eyes skimming across tables like he's considering options. When they landed on a certain someone, his head tilted almost imperceptibly, and a small smile tugged before he smoothed it away.
"Mind if I sit here?" He asked, gesturing to the seat next to the girl in a sophisticated outfit.
"Go ahead," Akane said without looking up, her voice the usual ice cold tone.
Her pen moved briskly across the page of her small notebook. Lines of numbers are on the white paper, one after the other, some neatly crossed out. Chan leaned just slightly, enough to glimpse without staring.
"Is that your math homework?" He asked casually.
Her pen paused, mid-stroke. Then resumed, clean and steady.
"Something like that."
Chan huffed a laugh under his breath, eyes on his own notes now. "Figures."
For the rest of the lecture, he didn't say another word. But his gaze flicked back, from time to time, to the metallic blue of her nails tapping against the page.
Day 117.
Chan leaned against the cool brick wall at the edge of the open hallway, arms crossed.
He wasn't supposed to be here, but then again it was lunch break, just a few minutes before the next class. There were no better places to be than where his eyes couldn't resist to look.
Because Akane was there, chatting with Minho, one of Chan's teammates in basketball. She wasn't paying him much mind, her attention focused elsewhere, flicking a strand of hair behind her ear with that effortless composure that made Chan's chest tighten.
Chan squinted, as if adjusting his eyes to make sure he wasn't imagining the scene. He shifted on his feet, just enough to still keep himself hidden, letting his gaze follow her without being noticed.
"Hey, who you watching?"
The voice startled him. Seungkwan was strolling past, backpack slung over one shoulder, eyebrow raised like he had already figured everything out. Chan shifted again, leaning more casually so it looked like he wasn't staring, though his eyes betrayed him. Nothing came out of his mouth, but the way his gaze stayed locked on Akane said it all.
Seungkwan's eyes followed. "Seriously? Akane?"
"What? I'm not staring," Chan said with a shrug, tone light, but Seungkwan didn't buy it.
Chan's jaw tightened just slightly as Akane finished her conversation with Minho, who waved awkwardly before moving on. She started walking down the hallway, in Chan and Seungkwan's directionâand that's when Chan's posture straightened.
Akane noticed it, just a fraction, at the corner of her eyes. Then she caught Seungkwan's half-hidden, judging stare, the one that tried and failed not to be too obvious. She didn't look back when she passed by them, just walking straight down the hall, as if the pair didn't exist in her peripheral.
When Chan exhaled, sounding almost like he'd held his breath, Seungkwan gave him a look.
"Really, Chan? The resident witch princess?"
"I didn't say anything."
"Your eyes did."
Chan rolled those very eyes, turning the other way just as the bell rang.
Day 133.
Akane passed through the hall again, her movements steady as she weaved through the stream of students, her eyes drifting over the familiar faces.
She stepped outside into the quad, the crisp air brushing past her, the scattered whispers of students creating an ambient backdrop. Her gaze flicked across the courtyard, catching glimpses of laughter, idle conversations, and a few distracted glances.
She lowered herself onto one of the benches near the edge of the quad, the chatter around her fading into the background as she flipped open her small notebook.
The soft rustle of the pages was barely audible. Her pen hovered over the page for a beat before she began writing, the numbers flowing smoothly across the paper:Â 102114713914815.
Below the numbers, she wrote the following:
-Â steady under pressure
-Â too polite?
-Â cautious in crowds
-Â might break under evil gaze
Her eyes traced the numbers and words for a moment, sharp and calculating, before she shifted her gaze to the next lines.
A flicker of movement caught her attention. She glanced over her shoulder just briefly. Baek Jinhyuk, laughing with his friends, stood by a bench, a soft smile playing on his lips.
She didn't react, not really. She returned her gaze to the small notebook, her pen moving to the next set of numbers and wordsâ21511109148252111:
-Â soft-spoken
-Â confident when noticed
-Â sometimes slow to read the room
-Â reactive to unexpected attention
And then, at the very bottom of the page, was one last number, crossed out with a single, deliberate line:
11913191147231515
The strikethrough was clean, final. And under it, scribbled in black inkâbut she knows just what it used to read:
-Â easily moody
-Â cracks under pressure
-Â competitive streak, probably from basketball
-Â slightly struggles with authority, might fold if convinced enough
- FAIL. REASON: BACKED OUT OF CONTRACT
She stared at the numbers and words for a moment longer than necessary, her pen flipping over her fingers. Her gaze remained on the lines, the rhythm of the numbers and words, the strange order they created.
The boys around her, Hyunwoo, Minho, and Jinhyukâthey were present, but they felt rather... distant.
Unimportant.
Not enough.
It's been five months since the last one. And she still hasn't found someone.
She ran a hand through her hair, sighing in discontent, then crossed her arms. As she glared at the bright green grass, Chan suddenly appeared in front of her.
"Hey, Akane. Uhâyou dropped this earlier."
In his hand was her silver "H" charm, and when she looked at her bag next to her on the bench, she saw the broken golden keyring attached to the chain.
"Thanks." She stood up and took the charm, then left.
She didn't see Chan's gaze on her as she walked on.
Day 145.
She overheard it by accident.
Seungkwan and Chan were talking near the lockers. Chan's voice, low but clear, cut through the background noise as he asked Seungkwan about work opportunities.
Akane's gaze flicked toward them, her attention sharpening just a touch. But she didn't turn her head. Only her eyes shifted to the right, taking in the scene as she walked, her steps unhurried but steady, just slow enough to catch the exchange.
Her fingers grazed the cool metal of the lockers as she approached, but her focus had already shifted.
Her gaze skimmed over Chan, lingering on the way his blond locks caught the light. It wasn't as striking as hers, but stillâblond.
She didn't dwell on it.
Chan's words faded into the hum of the hallway, his back to her now, hands shoved deep in his pockets. The faint rustle of his jacket, the easy way he carried himself, the voice she recognized for almost a decade but never paid attention to.
She took in all of it, her expression unreadable, before finally stopping in front of her locker. By the time she'd unlocked it, he was already walking off.
Akane eyed the small notebook inside her locker. Then her head turned to the right, gaze tunnel-visioned at Chan's disappearing figure.
She didn't mean to, but she'd heard enough.
Day 148.
The library was quieter than usual, the low hum of whispers and turning pages blending into the background.
Chan sat at a table directly across from Akane's, the big wide center aisle the only other thing separating them besides air. The seats around them were mostly empty except for a few scattered students, their focus on their work.
Akane's gaze was sharp as ever, her attention seemingly on her books, but her eyes flicked occasionally toward him a few feet away.
Chan's eyes found hers, his focus steady as he glanced between his notes and her gaze, but neither of them looked away.
For a moment, the background hum around them didn't exist. It was just the two of them, locked in an unspoken standoff.
Her stare was unwavering, calm, almost disinterested. While his was focused, intentional, like he was memorizing details.
A few seconds passed, maybe ten. Then, just when she thought he might look away, his lips curled into the smallest of smirks. A brief flash, nothing more. And as if nothing had happened, Chan turned his attention back to his notes, and Akane turned to her own.
But she wasn't thinking about the pages in front of her anymore.
She opened her small notebook, several random numbers and words listed down, all crossed out, all scribbled in black inkâexcept for one:
125538114.
Under it? Another set of bulleted words:
-Â observant without being obviousâno, actually sometimes obvious
-Â calm under visible & subtle pressure. sample: shared report with teammate who forgot their usb at home on presentation day
-Â quick on his feet (literally & mentally), might be because of basketball
-Â adaptable to changing situations
-Â needs a job, might fold in amount (offered) TO BE offered
Her hand moved almost on its own, writing down one last paragraph on that small notebook of hers:
-Â predictable, might be easier to onboard than others
She sighed heavily.
"Let's see if you're exactly who I think you are," she muttered under her breath.
12. 5. 5. 3. 8. 1. 14.
Akane traced the numbers on the white sheet with her red nails, freshly painted, cosmic patterns shimmering as the sunlight seeped through the windows, hitting them just right.
"Lee Chan."
A faint smug smile painted her lips.
Day 151.
Chan stared at the name and number on his phone, his screen blaring Tachibana Akane Hime in big bold letters on the bottom of the job ad page.
He gulped, before proceeding to his contact list, her name at the very topâAkane Himeâin a sea of formally written first and last names.
Heart pounding, mind blurring, and with one sharp breath, he pressed Call and waited as it rang.
Once.
Twice.
Three timesâ
"Hello?"
And that was how it all began.
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When Chan went up to the rooftop, Akane was already there, looking through her telescope. The old one, because it was her favorite. It was the first thing she ever had using money that she earned from hard work.
It was a quiet night, as it always was in the countryside.
Cicadas ringing nearby, the gust of wind chilly against their skin, lights surrounding their tiny rooftop dim across the cozy setup of two camping chairs, a small white coffee table, and a telescope.
Tonight was different, though.
Tonight, the clouds have cleared up and the skies are full of wonders.
Tonight was special.
"Look, Chan! You're just in time!"
Dark hair half-tied up, blue jacket zipped up, glasses resting on the bridge of his nose, Chan walked up to her. He put down a tray of hot chocolates on the small table and looked through the telescope.
"Whoa," he expressed, filled with awe. "They're so pretty."
"Right?" Akane smiled widely as she watched the shooting stars going through its course.
The cold breeze blew past her long jet-black wave of hair, making her shiver in her cozy pajama and fluffy white jacketâher treasured piece of clothing gifted to her by Chan.
It had been four years already.
Since the day Chan opened that link, thinking he's getting a normal job but reading the words "Boyfriend for Hire" instead.
Since the day Akane found herself entangled in the most scandalous fake dating scheme the country has ever seen, orchestrated by none other than her.
Four years since the day the lines have blurred between the fake dating and the real feelings they had for each other.
"Who would've thought we'd end up together, huh?" Chan asked as he gazed at Akane, eyes full of affection only for her.
She stopped looking at her telescope and glanced back at him, a soft smile decorating her lips. But then a thought crossed her mind and suddenly, she was a blushing mess.
"What?" Chan noticed this, giving her a look before interlacing his fingers with hers.
"Nothing." Akane replied too quickly.
"What is it, babe? Tell me."
It's a simple thought, really. A memory. One that she hadn't entertained since that day four years ago.
"Come on, tell me or I'll kiss you nonstop right nowâ"
"Okay, okay! I will!" Akane chuckled, stopping him from attacking her with pecks.
Chan stopped, but he never let go of her. He held her close, her back leaning against his chest and his face next to hers.
And in his softest voice, he asked. "What is it, babe?"
"Hmm..." She hesitated, covering her face and rambling with a muffled voice.
Should she tell him? Should she not? What should she do?
But then she removed her hands and shook her head.
With a sharp intake of breath, Akane said, "what if... that day... I actually told Seungkwan to send the link to you because I found out you were looking for a job...?"
Chan paused, his hold on her still tight, breathing slowed down, until he went completely silent.
"Would you be mad... to know that I lied... and actually meant to send the link to you because I thought you'd be interested in earning money?"
Chan held her tighter, his face buried on the crook of her neck from behind. Then, he took a deep breath.
"Chan? Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I just need a minute," he said with a muffled tone.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean toâ"
"Akane."
"Hm?"
When he finally looked up, he held her left hand in front of them, fiddling with the engagement ring he gave her recently.
An engagement ring that came from his hard-earned money at work. A promise that he'd kept since the day the two of them walked away from the chaos of her past life.
A representation of his love and devotion to herâfrom the moment they started fake dating until now that she was completely and unconditionally his.
Even to the end of time.
Because his paychecks from the fake dating job? He returned it. He never used it. He just saved it until the day the deal ended, and he could give it back to her. Then he told her that she should use it however she likes, because it was her money in the first place.
But Akane never used it either. Instead, she donated it to things that mattered. No questions asked, no answers needed. And Chan was proud of her. It was her lesson of a lifetime, since the day she walked away, free from the Tachibana name and all the control that came with it.
"This is why I love you, you know." He then said before turning her around and cupping her face.
She was confused. A lot. Wellâa little, she guessed.
"So you're not mad at me? For... orchestrating the whole thing...?" She asked, a curious tone laced with a bit of nervousness. "Even though... I told you on the call that it wasn't meant for you?"
Akane will never get used to the nervous feelings that bubble up when it comes to her fiancĂŠ. She never did, no matter how long it had been. He will always make her breath hitch.
And that's why Chan grinned at her before placing his hands on her hips, pulling her closer to him.
"And what if I tell you I agreed to our initial plus-one agreement, but already planned to be your long-term boyfriend?"
"Wait, what?"
The words were simple, but Akane couldn't seem to comprehend it.
"You're not the only one with secrets, you know." Chan smirked, a glint of mischief in his eyes.
"Wait, hold onâyou were planning to be my long-term boyfriend?"
Akane pressed, the gears in her brain not quite working well in her favor. Not now, at least.
"Actually, I was planning to make you my wife."
Chan replied, a playfully nonchalant tone dripping in his voice, and the smirk not wearing off.
"You're... kidding me... right?" Her voice almost faltered, tone light in pure disbelief. "You can't possibly do that... right?"
He chuckled at her expression, unable to resist kissing her forehead.
"I can, and I did."
"Butâ"
"Akane."
"What?"
"I had a crush on you, okay?" He confessed, rather softly.
As if it wasn't already enough, Akane felt as if she was hit by a truck.
Her eyes widened in shock, her heart pounding in her ears, the sounds around her muted.
This shock shouldn't come as a surprise. She was engaged to him alreadyâthey'd touched each other so many times and yet it still feels like the first night every time.
They both even decided that it would be their anniversary date.
October 17.
"A tiny one. I meanâwell, I just thought you were hot. I meanâcute. After all the years we've been together in the same classes. Actually had it for a while now, way before you even sent that link. I still do."
But then, she had her little secret, and he had his.
"I just thought... when I saw your name on that job ad, it was my chance. Getting close to you and all. I couldn't let that pass when you literally handed me a golden ticket."
And it's becoming clear to her now.
"I..." She started with a small voice, unable to process that much information at the moment. "You... what?"
Chan smiled softly at her, loving the way the blush on her cheeks had never left.
"Well, I mean, why do you think I kept insisting you hire me?"
"Because... you needed the money?" She said, more of a question rather than a statement.
He looked at her with dark eyes and a playful smirk, one that only meant one thing behind closed doors. "You're cute, you know that?"
"But I thought I was..." She trailed off.
"You thought you were playing your little game?" He grabbed her chin, pulling her closer to him until their lips were inches away from each other, voice above a whisper, "let's just say, I was playing my own."
And he sealed it with a kiss.
He loves it when she's a blushing mess under his intense gaze and delicate touch, the complete opposite of the enigma that she always is.
She hates it when he does that, because she always thought that even without her status, she'll always be that sharp, fierce, and hot Witch Girl that everyone knew back then.
He loves that too. And she will always be sharper, fiercer, hotter in his eyes. Even when she's crumbling right now from his lips.
But then she pushed him lightly and glared and said, "Wait, so that first eventâwhy'd you argue about the plus-one agreement if you were planning all that?"
"Well, I wasn't exactly planning on exposing my crush on you that early, was I?"
His voice was low, deep, and distracted; his lips chasing hers in that dazed motion, like he couldn't stop from getting drunk in the taste of her strawberry lip balm.
"Butâbut you didn't even know about Yejun!" She kept going.
She wasn't really mad. She was just utterly in shock at the revelation.
"You didn't even know Yejun would show up! You didn't know he'd call me his fiancĂŠe so you just blurted that I was your girlfrâ" she bit back a moan, shivering as Chan's lips roamed her now-exposed neck while she rambled. "Chanâoh fuckâwaitânoâyou're not listening!"
The sensation of his lips on her skin made her knees weak. But still, she kept going.
"You weren't even sure about the job at firstâ" a light gasp escaped her, followed by a breathy sigh, yet she continued, "you said we'd see if it'll work, that's why we agreed it's one timeâso how can you say you planned to be my long-term boyfriend?"
With a final light push, Chan stopped and gazed at her. His hands had already gotten under her fluffy white jacket, thumbs rubbing circles on her waist.
"We did. But that night would've ended with us being in a relationship, fake or not. Yejun just happened to be perfectly in the way." His eyes then darkened, and with a smug upward curve of his lips, he said, "you really think I did all that impulsively?"
Akane's breath hitched, and suddenly, everything she thought she knew about her own ploy had collapsed under Chan's hungry lips on hers.
Because when everyone thought that the witch girl hexed him into her fake dating scheme?
Oh, they were wrong.
He's the one who bewitched her into his long game.
Akane played chess. And yes, she's the grandmaster who's always ten steps ahead, calculates every piece, foresees every possible outcome, deliberates every move on her delicate glass board.
But Chan? He's an ace.
The wild card that's been playing poker this whole time.
He keeps his cards to his chest. He smiles when he's losing, bluffs when he's winning, and lets her think she's aheadâjust for her to realize that he hit the jackpot.
And, well, you know what they say.
House always wins.
But here's the real kicker, he's had the winning hand before the game even began.
Akane thinks she's playing on her own terms, with her glass chessboard and intricate little pieces. And maybe she is. She just doesn't know she's already at Chan's poker table all along.
Because it's one long game between the golden-haired boy and the rich witch girlâbut he's the one who casted the spell.
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genre â fluff, angst, suggestive đ, non-idol!au, college!au, fake dating!au, arranged marriage!au but it's not what u think (or maybe it is), kinda slow burn, i'd say romcom but i'm not sure if i'm funny enough, kinda satire maybe, this au has a short completely made-up history bits, rich people politics, generational cultâi mean curse
notes â rich!oc & middle class!chan; chan x oc are in their early 20s btw; mention of friend!vernon (as hansol); a slight use of japanese honorifics; i think a lot of switches between ocâs first and second name just bc hahaha; mention of chan's unnamed ex; a svt fic with a 17+ warning banner, pun is unapologetically intended; photos used are not mine, credits to rightful owners!
warnings â reader discretion is advised; mentions of nepotism and corporate-level wealth; implied consensual sex letâs assume they used protection okay (im tryna practice writing smut but that is not for today hahaha) but i would say itâs def suggestive tho đ¤; mild sexual innuendos; family pressure; blackmailing; what else did i miss?
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IX. Friends, Foes, or Lovers?
"Please Akane, even just one reply?" Chan begged in a way that he'd describe as cute, but Akane thinks otherwise. "I'm so bored all the time and I don't really have anyone to talk to."
They were in Chan's dorm, a place she'd been frequenting lately. A little over a month now since the first time, if she cared to count. It's where she'd been hiding to talk about her next plan of action. And if she was being honestâit was slow-moving.
The fake dating scheme has been ongoing for eight weeks so far, and yet her grand escape plan was nowhere near fulfillment. Maybe that was why she'd started hanging out at Chan's dorm. Maybe that was why it had been frequent.
The exhaustion of putting a plan in motion after six years of plotting was getting to her. Not to mention, she'd had to go through four different employees before getting the most solid one in three whole years since everything began in freshman year.
Maybe, she just needed a safe place to land. Or a safe space to nap. Where no one can see them, and neither of them has to pretend.
"Don't you have friends?" Akane rolled her eyes.
"I do, but none of them are fun to talk to." Chan pouted toward her, earning him a side-eye.
Akane was on his bed, lying on her stomach, comfortably scrolling through her phone while he was next to her, back against the headboard.
"Please, Akane-chan? Pleeease." He then laid on his stomach next to her, putting his left arm over and dragged her closer to him.
"Hey!" She cried out.
"Even just one reply, my Hime-sama. Like, 'Hey Chan! Thanks for checking up on me! But I don't wanna talk to you. Okay, bye!'"
"I think by not replying, it's pretty obvious that I don't wanna talk." Akane said with narrowed eyes.
"I know but pleeeease."
"No." She glanced back at her phone.
"Oh, come on. Am I not allowed to talk to my girlfriend on the phone?" Chan leaned his head on her right shoulder.
"I'm not your girlfriend."
"Fake girlfriend then?"
"No," Akane leaned away a little, frowning toward him. "Didn't you read the terms and conditions?"
"I did," Chan pouted, but then his face lit up. "Wellâhow about as friends? That's not part of the T and Cs, which means I can text, call, or chat with you under the condition of us being friends."
"What are you talking about? There's no such thing as 'us being friends.'"
Her tone was pure ice, sharp in its precision.
"What do you mean?" Chan let out a small chuckle, his earlier grin slowly fading. "We are friends, aren't we?"
"Seriously?" She looked at him incredulously. "I just hired you to be my fake boyfriend. We don't have anything else going on except that. This is strictly business, remember?"
Chan's smile had completely disappeared, his bright features lit no more. There was no sign of Akane joking about her words, so he guessed that she meant it.
"Right, yeah... I understand."
He finally let go and stood up from his bed, walking over to the kitchen. The bed suddenly felt empty without his weight on it, Akane noticed.
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When Akane went home that night, something felt off. Chan would usually go with her up until the bus stop at her district, where her driver would be waiting.
And if she was being honest, it was the most she'd ridden on a bus since the beginning of her life. She just never had such experience before, until this summer.
She realized, having him as her fake boyfriend changed her life in ways that amazes herâand distastes her at the same time.
Like riding on a bus. It's amazing to her as a first timer, but she doesn't like how public it is. Though, she thinks she could get used to it.
But riding a bus home without Chan? She'll never get used to that.
When Akane left his dorm earlier, he'd told her he wasn't feeling well so he couldn't go with her. It was so sudden, just as she was about to leave, so she didn't have time to call her driver to pick her up somewhere nearer. Not that she even knew any of the places in Chan's part of the city.
She had no choice but to go home alone.
But Chan could use those extra hours to rest, she'd thought, because she'll be seeing him again soon.
Summer was apparent and it was the perfect time to stir the pot.
Public dates here and there, paparazzi appearances, the chance to flaunt her 'relationship' with the blond-haired boy who caught the attention of the corporate world by being associated with the 20-year-old Tachibana heiress who's notorious for her scandalous reputation.
ExceptâChan dyed his hair black. And he wasn't talking to her.
Not as frequently, at least. Which should make sense. Her rules included no texting, calling, or chatting if it wasn't about the plan so them not talking should be normal.
But there was a sudden shift.
After being a 'fake' couple, Chan had found ways to annoy her a lot. He's always been a chatty person, and she's had the luxury of being talked off her ears by him when she became his 'girlfriend'.
In the two months that passed, she admits, she got used to it.
So when Akane noticed that he wasn't talking to her the same as before, she knew something was wrong. And she hated it.
Over the first weeks of summer break, he'd usually ask if she wanted to eat lunch with him in fast food places, but there were no invitations.
He'd usually go with her midnight antics disguised as scheming and they'd end up at his dorm where she'd just stay until morning watching movies, but he declined.
He'd usually greet her with a bright and sunny voice on the phone when she'd call, eager to know the details of their latest strategies, but all she got was a quiet hum and a disinterested tone.
Somehow, somewhere, Akane felt a spark of irritation. She didn't like being ignored. Not by herânoâespecially by her fake boyfriend.
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Chan had found a second part-time job at a cafĂŠ near the campus.
His first one is his paid internship at a local restaurant, where he'd had the opportunity to stay even after the first semester of senior year had concluded. Something about his excellent cooking skills despite the limited shift hours.
After the first month of being Akane's fake boyfriend, he realized he couldn't really just rely on it as a job. She kept her word about his 'paychecks', but he needed a real one. Especially because at the start of his second month as her boyfriend, he was planning to take her on a date.
Wellâas friends.
Of course, he'd kept in mind how her rules strictly included not falling for each other. But still, he wouldn't want to use the money he earned from his fake-boyfriend job to take her on a friendly date.
He wanted it to come from real hard work, hence the two part-times. He figured that as long as his body can do it, he'd gladly take more than one job to earn a lotâeven while appeasing Akane's random midnight shenanigans over the summer.
So now he has three.
But after that incident at his dorm where she coldly rejected him as a friend, it would've been easier for him to take his mind off of herâhis 'girlfriend'âfor a while. If only she wasn't at the cafĂŠ.
And what's worse, she wasn't even a customer. She was working.
Everyone in the cafĂŠ, mostly students from campus visiting on summer break, was utterly surprised at her appearance as an employee.
Tachibana Akane Hime, the most infamous nepo baby at school, was also known as someone who hadn't worked a day in her life. And she never had to. She was that rich, truthfully.
But somehow, when Chan came into her life, proved to be the best 'employee' she's had for her scheme, and then ignored her out of nowhere?
Akane felt a lot of things all at onceâone of which is quiet rage.
He made her feel like she's willing to do anything for him to stop ignoring her and start paying attention to her.
As he should.
Butâ
"Why?"
Chan finally talked to her in the backroom. It was her first day, and he was supposed to train her.
"Why are you here?"
When Akane finally heard a sentence from him that's not an uninterested 'yes' or 'no', she swore her blood boiled.
Now he's talking, she mentally rolled her eyes. And all she had to do was appear right in front of him.
Getting in wasnât even easy at all. The hiring process wouldâve taken two weeks to a month. So she struck a deal with her parents: a date with Yejun in exchange of getting her in faster using her familyâs influence.
Of course they didnât miss the fact that Chan worked there. So they reached another agreementâan appearance with Yejun at a charity event thatâs coming up soon.
All of which Chan wasnât aware of, since he was ignoring her.
"I needed a job experience." She answered with an almost nonchalant tone.
She knew he wouldn't believe her. And she was right.
"You already interned in that office near mine back in the spring semester."
"I need a real oneâwhy do you suddenly care about what I do, huh?"
"Seriously Akane, what are you doing here?" He asked rather impatiently, his arms crossed.
"Like I said, why do you care?" She narrowed her eyes, vexed. "I thought you were ignoring me?"
Chan scoffed, shaking his head. "Is that why you're here?"
"Iâm here to work, if you havenât noticed." Her tone was clipped, nothing short of annoyed. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have things to do."
Just in time, her five-minute break was up.
Chan sighed heavily and went back to the cashier. He asked the other employee, his friend Hansol, if he could train her instead. He didn't want to deal with her mood swings right now.
As Hansol instructed Akane, she couldn't help but sneak peeks at Chan by the counter. Today was the first time she'd seen him smile after nearly two weeks of going almost radio-silent. And she was distracted, to say the least.
Somehow, she couldn't believe that he was giving that beautiful smile of his toward strangers, when it should've been for her, his girlfriend.
Wellâfake girlfriend.
Still, she'll never admit it, especially to herself, but she hated it.
Akane hated that he still wasn't talking to her. And she was beyond furious.
As the hours passed by, she struggled to remember what Hansol taught her. He had to make the coffees instead, so he put her in waiting table duties. But she grappled even with something as simple as taking orders. A lot of the customers were displeased. It didn't help that those were students from their school, most of whom already disliked her.
By the time the cafĂŠ was closing up, Akane tiredly watched Hansol in the backroom as he prepared to leave. He gave her a wave, and she respectfully thanked him for training her. When he left, she was alone. And in that moment of solitude, she closed her eyes, and her tears threatened to fall.
In fact, it did. Silent but rapid. There was a little crack in her heart somewhere, but now it was a hundred broken pieces.
From Chan ignoring her? Or not giving in to her? She wasn't really sure at all.
Maybe it was the exhaustion, maybe it was the fact that for the first time, she failed at something. Or maybe it was that silent rage she felt toward Chan.
Akane silently cried in the backroom, going over the whole day in her head. It had been the worst of the worst. Even worse than her childhood. Because for the first time in her life, she felt useless and unimportant. Like a failure. And she felt so alone more than ever.
When Chan finally finished cleaning up the tables, he heard Akane's quiet little sniffles in the backroom. His heart broke at the sight of her like that, so he walked over to her.
"Hey, Akane."
Startled, she suddenly stopped crying and wiped her eyes.
"Oh, it's you." She snarked. "Forgot that you were still here."
"Are you okay?" Chan asked softly.
"Now you're asking me." She rolled her eyes, dismissive, walking toward her designated locker.
But Chan sucked in a deep breath and held her right hand, stopping her. "Akane, wait."
"What?"
Akane finally turned around, not caring anymore whether Chan saw her puffed eyes and red nose.
"Why are you being like this?"
"Why am I being like this? Why were you ignoring me?" She accused, yanking her hand off.
But Chan's face darkened, annoyance bleeding through his usual calm exterior. Somehow, Akane wasn't sure if she should be terrified or worseâturned on.
She had never seen Chan angry before. Not in the years they've been acquaintances, not in the classes they shared, not in the two months they faked being a couple.
And this? This was new territory for her.
"So is that really why you're here?"
Chan pressed, voice deep. But Akane didn't back down.
"Why do you suddenly care, huh?"
"Tch. I'm not the one who's crying in the corner of the backroom."
"And I'm not the one giving the silent treatment to his girlfriend."
At that, Chan's frown softened. And even more so when she crossed her arms, looking away, aggressively wiping the tears that were spilling from her eyes. Without thinking, he pulled her close, his arms wrapping around her small figure. At that moment, Akane sobbed even more.
"I'm sorry, Akane. I didn't mean to."
Her sobs grew louder, and he just held her tighter. Until she finally spoke.
"I'm sorryâChanâI'm so sorry," she choked out, her hands covering her face. "I don'tâknow what I didâwrong but I'm sorryâ"
"Shhh, it's okay, Akane-chan." He said in a calm tone, gently patting her head. "I forgive you."
"I'm soâsorryâI don't even knowâwhat I did to piss you offâ"
Chan chuckled a bit. As much as it hurt him to hear her cry, he has to admit, she still sounded cute.
"Do you wanna know?" He asked as he pulled away, hands on her shoulders.
She nodded, her swollen eyes and red nose enough to make him chuckle again.
"Well, this is gonna sound silly but... I just got upset that you never considered me as your friend," Chan confessed, looking down. "Even after everything we went through as a fake couple."
There was a moment of silence.
Then she sniffled and said, "I'm sorry, Chan."
When he looked at her, Chan realized how this was a lot of first times for the both of them. This was the first time she cried in front of him, this was the first time he hugged her. This was their first time fightingâand their first time making up.
Regardless of being a fake couple, Chan thought, they were going through something real. Something that 'friends' go through. But as he continued to stare at Akane, he realized something.
Something that makes his heart thump loudly in his chest, something that makes him nervous around her. But at the same time, this 'something' makes him happy.
"You are my friend, Chan. I just... didn't know how to say it."
This 'something' makes him smile, especially after hearing her words.
"I don't know. Nobody ever wants to be friends with me. I guess I just didn't know what to say to you."
This 'something', it makes him want to say more.
"I do. I wanna be friends with you."
A lot more.
I wanna be more than friends with you.
When he saw her smile and the blush across her cheeks, he thoughtâyes.
He wants to be more than just a fake boyfriend to her.
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X. Meet Me at 7
Akane stayed as an employee at the cafĂŠ, over a month of it keeping her busy during the summer. After Chan had trained her for the first two weeks, she got better. And her getting her first full paycheck was something she celebrated. She never knew earning money from hard work felt so rewarding. But what felt even more amazing was that she got to celebrate it with Chan.
He treated her to a nice restaurant downtown and called it a date in which, she hesitantly admits, made her blush. AÂ lot.
The whole night, Akane couldn't stop smiling as he talked about how she improved at work. He also explained, in complete details, why he won't let her pay with her hard-earned money.
"It's your first paycheck, I can't let you use it for this. You should save it. Or use it for something that you really like."
"Like what?"
"Anything. Like maybe for a hobby or something."
Well, there was something she wanted to buy. But she can't buy it, her paycheck can't afford it yetâwhich is funny because Akane can afford anything. But after spending all this time with Chan, she learned a lot about how to save and use her own money.
At one point, she'd asked him where he was spending all the money he gets from his employment to her, and he'd said he was just saving it.
"I got you something by the way." Chan then pulled out a paperbag under the table.
"What's that?"
"Just a little something to congratulate you on your first full month of work." Chan smiled warmly, handing the paperbag.
Akane's eyes were curious as she carefully opened the bag. When she opened it, her expression turned from curiosity to surprise to disbelief. It was a rare sight to see. It's not everyday that she shows other emotions in her eyes, that's why Chan relished it.
"Wow..." Akane said in a small voice. "Chan... I..."
It was a fluffy white jacket. Nothing too grand, but the fabric was made with soft white fur.
"Do you like it?" Chan asked softly, holding his breath.
"I... love it." A smile crept up slowly on her lips as she examined the garment in wonder.
Indeed, a rare sight to see. Although, Chan already knew she'd love it. He'd seen how Akane eyed that piece of clothing before, on one of their 'dates' where she had to shop for a dress for a gala of sorts.
It was another one of their stunts, a public shopping date for the paparazzi to flock over, and for Akane's parents to fume at. But Chan didn't forget the way her eyes lingered on that fluffy white jacket displayed on a mannequin when they passed by it, knowing full well it's something she can't have freely.
Not without a battle with her parents first.
But then again, he's not her parents, and he's not controlling of her wardrobe choices. And so he decided, even if it was expensive, he'd buy it for her.
"Thank you, Chan." Akane said quietly, a small blush spreading across her cheeks. "I... can't believe you got this for me."
"You deserved it," Chan said with a warm smile. "For your hard work at the cafĂŠ."
"You do know my parents will burn this, throw it in the trash, and then burn that trash bin if they ever see me wearing this, right?" She joked, a mischievous grin on her lips, making Chan laugh.
"Exactly why I bought it. To piss them off." He replied, almost too proud of himself.
"Thanks. I love it. I'll wear this to sleep tonight." Akane commented, almost absentmindedly, as if her mind was in a haze.
But her razor-sharp focus returned in a second, a glint of something devilish in her eyes.
"Did you bring your perfume?" She then asked.
"Yeah, why?"
"Hand it over. I'm gonna sprinkle this with your smell. So when they see me and they smell your perfume, it's world war four at home."
Chan was already taking out his perfume from his bag before bursting out in laughter.
"You really like to mess with them, huh?" He said, handing out the small bottle.
"The least I could do for myself." Akane smirked as she sprayed his perfume on her new jacket.
But Chan's eyes lingered on her, a fond look visible, wondering just what she was thinking at this exact moment. Because he's sure it wasn't just about messing with her parents.
Needless to say, the night ended with him taking her home.
A simple bus ride, and then he watched as her car turned left at the first street until it disappeared, before leaving on the next bus toward his own.
The next day, when they returned to school for the fall semester, Akane saw him standing by the gate waiting for her, and she couldn't help the loud beating of her heart.
The excited wave and wide curve of his lips matched hers, and when he grabbed her left hand, the blush flourishing across her cheeks was unstoppable.
"I'm getting good at this fake boyfriend thing, aren't I?" Chan said as he interlaced his fingers with hers, walking with her toward the campus lobby.
She pressed her lips upon hearing the word fake, which made him chuckle.
And without any warning, she felt a light kiss on her forehead.
This time, her whole face was red.
"How's that for the 'public spaces' rule?" He grinned, and she was the only one who couldn't look at him.
Everyone who witnessed Chan's public display of affection toward her couldn't stop staring at them.
But Chan only tightened his hold on her, never letting go.
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"Hello?"
"Chan, hey... uh..."
"Yes? What is it?"
Chan could hear the trembling of her voice, his brows knitted in concern.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, um..."
Akane sniffled on the other end, then she took a deep, shaky breath.
"Actually, no. I need you."
"Okay, Hime. Where are you?"
Chan tried not to panic too much, nor did he show how worried he was. He knew Akane needed him to be calm.
"Uh... I'm outside... I think I'm near Claudia's. I'm just walking."
"Alright," Chan hurriedly wore a jacket, phone in between his right ear and shoulder, then he looked at his wristwatch. "Meet me there at 7."
"Okay."
"And Hime?"
"Yeah?"
"Just relax, okay? I'll be there, I promise."
Chan couldn't see her face right now, but he could imagine how she's tearing up.
"Okay. Be careful, Chan."
And he doesn't like that. He doesn't like hearing or seeing her cry. So he zoomed to the parking lot and rode on his motorbike.
As much as he wanted to drive recklessly toward her just so he could arrive much earlier, he knew he had to take her words seriously. Fortunately, the cafĂŠ was just twenty minutes away from his dorm.
When he neared the parking lot, he noticed a person sitting on the curb outside the cafĂŠ. He wouldn't have minded the person and went straight to park, but he noticed the fluffy white jacket.
It looked like Akane'sâthe one he gifted her on their first real date. But the person looked rather different from afar, head covered with a beanie. And there was something behind their back.
Out of curiosity, he drove closer to the person and stopped, taking off his helmet.
"Hime?"
She looked up from the pavement.
Even with the dark streetlights, Chan could see the redness of her eyes, her glasses doing nothing to hide it.
He parked at the side and got off, kneeling toward her crouched figure. "What happened?"
She sniffled. "They caught me."
Chan's eyes widened in shock, but he stayed calm. "They did? About what?"
"The apartments," Akane shook her head. "They found out about the apartments I was searching for."
Chan's chest tightened. But it's not so much about her getting caught, it was more about her plan of running away. He knew she'd be doing it alone.
Still, he held both her hands and helped her up.
"Do you wanna go inside?" He gestured toward the cafĂŠ with his head, but she declined.
"I wanna go somewhere else."
"Okay, Hime. Where do you wanna go, hm?" His voice was soft and intimate.
She looked down on her feet, feeling sheepish.
It was strange. Akane had never felt this shy around him. She had always been quiet but intentional. Only talked when needed, flirted when there were people, held hands in front of an audience.
Sure, she'd hung out with him over the summer and called it scheming, shared more than she intended to, not regretting it one bit. But she got used to him. And she liked it, genuinely. To the point that she's occupied his dorm more times than she'd planned.
But at the moment, she felt self-conscious, vulnerable. Especially as he held her hands, his thumb rubbing on her skin. Not to mention, he kept calling her by her middle name, something that just naturally happened. She didnât even know when it started. Just that she noticed, and she liked it as well. No one has ever called her âHimeâ without it being sort of an insult.
But Chan? He says it like heâs known every part of her and decided sheâs worth calling his princess.
And it didn't help that he looked way too handsome tonight, too.
Chan dyed his hair black over a month ago already, but she only noticed nowâit had gotten longer. Her eyes quietly traced the strands under the dim streetlight, caught in the simplicity of it.
Until he spoke.
"What's that?" He asked curiously, pointing at the rather long black bag slung across her back.
"Oh, um..." she looked away. "It's my telescope. The one I told you about, the thing I bought with my work money."
Chan's lips curved into a soft smile. He knew about her fondness of the stars, and he knew that she finally bought something with her hard-earned paychecks. But he never knew it was a telescope for stargazing.
"You and your hobbies, huh," he murmured softly.
"What about you? I never knew you had a bike." She replied timidly.
"How do you think I get to school so fast?"
"I never saw you use it. And why havenât you used it to take me home?"
"Because you once told me you were scared of riding one. Don't you remember?"
She did. And she couldn't believe that he remembered it. She'd thought he wasn't listening then. She was still scared to ride it, but he assured her that nothing would happen as long as she was with him.
He removed her beanie and glasses, putting them in his jacket's inner pocket and sliding a deep magenta helmet over her head.
"Was this your ex's?"
"No. I bought this recently. For you." He answered, focused on locking the straps beneath her chin. Just as he finished, he opened the shield over her eyes and looked at her with a soft smile. "For emergencies, like tonight. Gotta keep my princess safe, right?"
Akane's heart did a little somersault over his words. She wasn't sure which part of his words made her insides transform into butterflies.
The fact that the helmet was not his ex'sâwhy was she even thinking about his ex?âor that it's a new one he bought for her. Or that he's got to keep her, his fake girlfriend which he just blatantly called âhis princessâ, safe.
Nevertheless, Chan guided her hands toward his torso, making sure that she held onto him tightly before he drove away. They rode under the city lights, toward a village on the hills, and Akane enjoyed the breeze so much. Chan savored the way she held onto him, a smile decorating his lips. The kind that he would only have when he's with her.
When they arrived on a grassy hill, she was stunned at the sight of the city below them. But what Akane loved most was the stars above.
Chan helped her set up the telescope, despite not knowing how to. The sound of her giggles as he failed to do so left a contented feeling in him. As long as he gets to hear her laugh, he's happy.
In no time, they were gazing at the stars, taking turns on the telescope.
"Do you see that white-bluish one?" Akane asked enthusiastically. "The one that's twinkling?"
"Yeah."
"That's Rigel. Orion's brightest star."
Chan stopped looking through the glass and stared up at the whole constellation.
"And that one, the red one," she pointed to the uppermost left star, "that's Betelgeuse, my favorite. The second brightest star of Orion the Hunter."
"Why is it your favorite?" Chan asked with an interested grin.
"Because it's red. My favorite color, remember? Together with violet."
"Cute," he commented, the grin not leaving his face.
"Ooh! Do you see that one? Look! The one with four stars that make up a weird rectangle shape!" Akane pointed excitedly toward the dark blue sky.
Chan followed her hand gestures. "Yeah, I can see it."
"Yeah? And do you see those three stars that look like a tail? That's the handle, and the four ones are called the dipper," Akane explained with vigor. "That's Ursa Major, the Big Dipper."
As Chan gazed at it, he could finally see the shape that Akane traced out. And he was in awe. He's never paid attention to these kinds of things before, but seeing them in this dark, quiet night, he realized just how big the constellation is. Even bigger than Orion.
And he thought, Akaneâs mind seemed as vast as space.
"Have you ever seen Aquarius? My star sign."
"No. But I'd like to see it. As well as Scorpius." She answered, looking through the telescope. "My star sign's constellation."
"I'd like to see that too, preferably with you." Chan replied.
This was one of those rare moments where Akane's voice was softer than usual. A stark contrast to her cold and calculated persona at school, her hair and her guard down.
And Chan loves it.
He's the only one who's ever witnessed her in this stateâtranquil and deep in wonder for the night skies that she admires so much.
A comforting silence fell between them as they gazed at the stars. But when Akane's energy dipped, she opened up to Chan.
"You know, my dad thinks I'm planning to elope with you."
"He does?"
"Hm. He was really mad." She smiled a bit, rubbing her arms to keep herself warm from the cold breeze. "He thought the apartments were about us living together."
"Well, I'm just glad they haven't caught on to our scheme yet. I thought they would've found out by now." Chan replied with a sigh.
âTheyâre too convinced, honestly. You play the role too well.â She shrugged.
A blush quickly flourished across his cheeks, but Akane didnât see it.
"I think it's because you remind him of Mom's first boyfriend." She absentmindedly commented.
"I do?"
"Yeah," she then looked at him. "Remember when I told you they were arranged too? My mom had a boyfriend before Dad, and she was so in love with him. I don't know the whole story, but I know that Mom never completely accepted my dad. I think he's still stuck in that. And Dad... I think he loved Mom to a point. But I don't know. They're just⌠not for each other." She sighed heavily.
The way Akane talked now was different than before, Chan had noticed. Her tone was less sharp, more melancholic.
"It's ridiculous, the way our whole clan's branding is to have a rich spouse. We were never allowed to choose on our own, they just wanna keep the wealth between us only. I guess, to some extent, I understand it. But it's true, you know? No amount of money can buy happiness. I'd rather be poor and be allowed to choose the person I wanna marry than be assigned to some rich old man I haven't even heard of."
"It does sound like a cult." Chan joked quietly, making her chuckle.
"It's kinda funny too. The women in my family? They're not allowed to change their names. Even when they marry, they have to keep the name 'Tachibana'. That's how obsessed my family is with our wealth. Whether you're a man or a woman, once you get married to a Tachibana, that name stays. That name is the brand. That name is the wealthiest above all. I have this aunt, she was married to a man richer than her, but because she kept the name, she's recognized as the richer one."
"Whoa. Is that why Yejun's almost obsessed with you?"
"Exactly. He's not in love with me. He's in love with my name and my money. Because once he gets married to me, he's not just gonna get richerâhe and his family will climb the corporate ladder. They won't just be the Jungs who are already rich. They'll be the Jungs who married into the Tachibanas."
"That is crazy. It's like one thing is about your family's way of keeping all the wealth inside your circle, and the other is about how Yejun wants in on that wealth."
"Tell me about it."
"But hey, I support you," he then told her in a serious tone. "Even if we get caught, I'll still help you. I won't let you get married to Yejun, even if that means objecting at your wedding."
A tiny chuckle escapes her. "Thanks, Chan. That means a lot. I hope we don't get to that point, though."
"I won't let it happen, then."
He held her left hand and gave it a squeeze, which made her gaze toward him linger. But then she caught sight of the big bright moon just above him, enough to veer her attention away. She hurriedly looked through her telescope.
Akane couldn't see it because she was lost in the stars, but Chan couldn't take his eyes off of her. There was a softness in his gaze, a tenderness he hadn't known he was capable of. And then, as if a veil lifted, everything clicked.
The way she was, both in public scenes and private momentsâit wasn't just a huge contrast for contrast's sake. Chan had known Akane was burdened. He'd seen enough. But now, it hit him like a tidal wave.
The Tachibanas weren't just a family bound by wealth and power; they were a cage.
Akane had never truly lived. She was merely surviving, playing a part in a life she never chose. The way she moved through the world, so deliberate and sharp, it had always seemed like strength to him.
But now he understoodâit wasn't strength. It was survival. A defense mechanism. The way she kept everyone at arm's length, the way her icy gaze could freeze even the most steadfast heart. Her coldness, her steel resolve, all of it made sense now. It wasn't who she was. It was who she had to be.
The thought of it struck him like a blow to the chest.
How had no one seen it before? How had she never been shown that kind of love, the kind that didn't come with conditions?
That hurt him. It hurt him more than he could explain.
Akane had never known the kind of affection he had. Love that was unconditional, free from expectations. Love that simply was.
And in that quiet, star-filled night, Chan swore, silently but fiercely, that he would give her everything she deserved. He would fight for her happiness with every ounce of his heartâthe one that had been healed the moment she entered his life.
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XI. Broken Rules
Chan offered Akane to stay in his dorm for the night. She didn't want her parents to catch her sneaking in, and she didn't want to go home either.
So he lent her some comfy clothes, a pair of unused boxer shorts and an oversized shirtâone that she'd seen him wear often in his dorm, and one that she considers her favoriteâthen she took a shower in his bathroom. When he helped dry her hair after, she asked why he knew how to do it.
"My ex used to dry mine. Often said I shouldn't sleep with wet hair." Chan explained, blow-drying hers in a low cool setting.
Akane nodded, imagining what his ex looked like. She couldn't really remember her, she was from another school. But she'd seen her once or twice. She guessed that them being in different schools was one factor of the breakup.
"Our maidservants do it for me every night," she shared. "I can't do it on my own because they never taught me. They always pampered me."
As Chan finished, he then combed her hair gently.
"I pretend to be sick of it, to be tired of being treated like a princess. But to be honest, I probably can't live without them doing things for me. Like drying my hair, washing my clothes, cooking my food. It's true what people say about me," she sighed heavily, hugging her knees, "there's nothing else I know except being rich."
Akane was disappointed in herself, and Chan could see this. But instead of him getting pulled down by her mood, he cheered her up in that soft, encouraging way.
"We're a good match, then." He said, a smile on his lips.
"What do you mean?" She asked curiously.
"You don't know how to do these things, but I do. So I'll do them for you."
"Would you really do it for me?"
"Of course. You're my girlfriend, remember?"
Akane softly chuckled at his joke. Although, she wished it wasn't just a joke.
"It's like the cucumber theory. You don't like it, but I do. So I'll eat them for you." She commented absentmindedly.
"Exactly."
As he finished, Chan then told her to get comfy on his bed because that's where she's sleeping before he went to shower. Akane couldn't argue even if she wanted to. She'd already slept on his bed countless times. Though, it was mostly just naps when she was in his dorm and she had nothing to do.
At that moment, she realized she'd hung out at her fake boyfriend's dorm for more times than she's willing to admit. She even has a toothbrush in his bathroom. Red in color. One that he'd bought just for her.
And she couldn't believe it.
Isn't that what real couples do?
She thought, staring blankly into his window.
What have I gotten myself into? How long have we been like this? Since when did we even start acting like this?
Her feelings for Chan were almost too unbearable now, she wanted to cry. She never thought she would fall for him despite her strict rule. She couldn't even remember when it started, or why she has such strong feelings for him. And she couldn't understand it.
She didn't know what to do. It was her first time feeling this way, after all. And it was all so confusing.
At half past 10, Akane was in the deep waters of her thoughts. So deep, she didn't notice how long she'd been staring at the bright moon outside the window, or how her shirt had slipped off her shoulder. Not until she felt an arm snaking around her torso, and her heart dropped to her stomach.
"A penny for your thoughts?" Chan's voice was soft against her right ear, but it still tickled her, his chin warm on her bare skin.
"What are you doing?" Akane jerked away, body twisting to look at him with wide eyes.
"Hugging you?"
He didn't let go of his hold on her, keeping only a slight distance.
"But we're not in public."
Chan grinned before diving right back into the hug, playfully nuzzling his face in the crook of her neck. "All the more reason, Aka-chan."
She pushed him away, not because she didn't like it, but because her heart was beating loudly in her chest. She was scared he'd hear it. Especially because the longer she looked at him, the longer she couldn't tear her gaze away.
He wasn't wearing a top, only grey sweatpants that hung dangerously low on his hips, his toned abs on full display for her to see. And his hairâoh, his soft raven hairâwas half-tied up, the rest cascading down behind his head, effortlessly perfect.
Her breath hitched, caught between her confusion and the sudden, intense awareness of him.
"But... that's not part of the rules..." she told him, almost breathlessly.
Chan gazed at her for a while before letting out a small chuckle, shaking his head. Then he let go and shrugged.
"Okay, if you say so."
As he stood up, Akane thought she offended him or something. But she didn't see the smirk he displayed on his lips.
"I'll be outside if you need me."
She was overthinking again. Just like she did the last time, when he got upset with her.
"Good night, babe."
So much that she didn't really hear his words.
"Good night, Chan."
Until the door in his room closed.
Waitâdid he just call her babe?
Akane couldn't go out anymore, afraid that she'd embarrass herself. She wasn't sure if she heard it right, but she didn't want to ask either. So she just turned off the lamp and went to bed.
His bed.
But she couldn't sleep. She tossed and turned. She opened and closed her eyes, then opened them again. She just couldn't sleep.
She couldn't take her mind off of him. She was confused, unable to think clearly, and most of all, she felt warm.
Too warm.
Was his heater turned on? Why was it suddenly so hot and stuffy in his room?
For the last time, Akane tried to close her eyes and drift off. But she just couldn't. She wasn't sure what she was feeling. Her heart was beating fast, her skin felt hot, and her head was full of thoughts.
Thoughts of him.
She couldn't take it anymore, it's like she was about to explode. So she stood up from his bed, walked toward his door, and opened it. Little did she know that Chan was already standing on the other sideâright in front of her.
Still without a top, but looking even more attractive in the dark.
"I was just about to knock..." He said, trailing off.
Akane stared at him, unable to decipher the look on his face. But there was one thing she was sure of as she gazed at him in his dark eyes: she wanted him.
"Chan..."
She whispered. And the sound of his name flipped a switch in him. His breath hitched for a moment, then he sighed.
"Fuck the rules, Akane. I want you."
Chan spoke in a deep voice, wrapping his arms around her waist as he attached his lips to hers. Akane didn't have the time to react or push him away. She wanted the same thing.
She wanted him.
So she kissed back, following his rhythm.
His hands wandered around her body, touching her skin under her shirtâhis shirt.
Meanwhile, Akane gripped his soft raven locks as his kisses traveled from her lips to her neck, making her whimper in sensitivity. He then carefully led her to his bed, holding her tightly, as if he was afraid she'd disappear. As he continued, she pushed him away slightly, making him stop. He almost didn't want to, but he sensed her hesitation.
"I'm sorryâwas it too much?" Chan asked in a whisper, his body hovering above her.
"Noâuhâit was good." Akane told him, but she couldn't look at him.
"What is it, Hime?"
Her brows knitted in worry, eyes unable to look straight at his. "Um... this is... my first time."
Upon hearing her words, Chan suddenly sat up, and she followed suit.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean toâ"
"It's okay!" She immediately replied, not wanting him to feel bad. "It was actually... good. You're good... at kissing."
Chan chuckled at her comment, his gaze softening.
Of course this was her first.
Akane may have such a strong personality, and an even stronger public image. She's the type to scandalize even herself, unafraid to paint herself to be a sexually liberated woman just to make sure she's undesired by standards of the marriage market.
But of course, this was her first time.
And Chan wondered if she'd ever gotten this far with her previous fake boyfriends. If she'd ever kissed them because she felt something for them. If she'd ever made out with them long enough to let it lead to something more.
She covered her reddening face, but he removed her hands and held her face close to him instead.
"I'm not gonna force you if you're uncomfortable." Chan reassured softly. "I just wanna kiss you."
"But what if I'm bad at kissing?" She asked dispiritedly, eyes looking anywhere but his.
"You're not." Chan said, voice low and deep. "You're perfect."
Akane stared in his half-lidded eyes, her own slowly trailing down to his lips.
In the moment that passed, no words were spoken. Just feelings bursting out, waiting to be acted upon.
Chan's lips slowly moved toward hers, and in no time, he was kissing her again.
Slowly, attentively, passionately.
And Akane couldn't stop herself. The taste of his lips was so addicting, she didn't want to stop. Not even to catch her breath.
Before she knew it, Chan had laid her once again on his soft mattress, his lips not parting from hers. And without any other thoughts in her mind, she indulged herself in him.
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When Akane's eyes opened, she immediately remembered the dream she had.
Chan was kissing her so passionately as he made love to her. He touched and kissed her in the right places, making her moan his name out loud. And it felt so good and so real in the dream that she wondered if it truly happened.
Until she sat up.
The shirt she had last night had changed. This time, she wore another top with prints, but different from the one she had initially, and she was covered with the blanket of Chan's bed. When she took a peek under, she found that the boxer shorts she had were gone, replaced by a fresh set of pajama pants.
Shit, Akane thought. It was all real?
She actually really slept with Lee Chan?
Collecting her thoughts, she then stood up from the bed, wobbling a little as she tiptoed toward the door.
Chan was in the kitchen, his back on her, and her cheeks heated up at the thought of him as she sneaked inside the bathroom. She stared blankly in the mirror after washing up, recalling every detail of what happened last night.
Akane really thought it was a dream, but the fact that she's trying to support her weight on the sink because her thighs hurt and her legs felt weak said otherwise.
She remembered how good it was. And she couldn't help but feel so... hooked.
She couldn't believe it. She actually really slept with Lee Chan.
Whoa.
Meanwhile, Chan was preparing the table when the bathroom door opened, and he immediately smiled at the sight of her.
He finally had a shirt on, but she already missed how he looked without a top. She'd never admit that, though.
Akane stood by the door, feeling slightly timid to go to him. He was wearing thin-framed glasses, one she'd never seen him wear before, and it was making her feel things.
She felt sore that she couldn't really walk properly. And Chan sensed this, so he went to her instead and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close.
Akane didn't hesitate and clung to him instantly, burying her face in his chest.
"Good morning, babe." He greeted, kissing the top of her head.
"Good morning... Chan."
Her voice was muffled, making him chuckle.
"Um... Chan?"
"Hm?"
"Was it all real?"
Chan furrowed his brows curiously. When she finally unburied herself, he cupped her cheeks and made her look at him.
"Was last night real?"
When he saw the worry in Akane's features, Chan immediately understood what she meant with her question. His eyes softened and his lips curved upward.
"Yes, Hime. All of it." He answered.
He gazed into her eyes, then he led her lips to his, giving her a short peck.
"I wanna stop pretending around you because I like you, Akane. And it's been a while now, actually."
"But... what about the deal?" She asked worriedly. "What about your money?"
Chan chuckled at her words. "It's not mine in the first place. And let's not think about that for now, especially the money. I don't really care about it. I just want you."
"You do?"
He nodded, a soft smile on his lips. "I do."
Akane felt her face warm up, but she smiled at him. "I want you too, Chan."
His smile turned into a grin, "then let's forget about the rules."
Chan dove for another kiss, which she welcomed eagerly. When they parted, she then slowly narrowed her eyes at him.
"You didn't tell me you had pajamas, though." She said, voice back to her usual sharp, icy tone. "Why?"
But he only smirked. "You know, I love it when you talk to me like that. You're so hot."
Without announcement, his lips met hers again, this time hungrier than the last.
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XII. Your Friends Close, Your Enemies Closer, Your Lover the Closest
At the next event that Akane and Chan attended, people noticed how the Tachibana heiress glowed next to her date.
It wasn't the same as before.
Her sharp edges looked softened. She was radiant more than ever. And most importantly, she seemed happier. Like someone was finally taking good care of her.
Even Chan, the man who made it happen, couldn't take his eyes off of her.
There was an obvious shift in the way they held each others' hands, the way they stuck close together, the way their gazes never left one another.
If people knew they were fake dating, this would've been the most convincing one. But they didn't, and all they could see were two people completely in love with each other.
They haven't exactly talked about stopping the deal, or continuing as a real couple. But as of the moment, Akane agreed not to think about it. Chan just wanted to be with her, and she wanted the same thing too.
Her parents, on the other hand, were extremely furious.
To some extent, they know Akane only bluffed about her hotel antics with past 'boyfriends'. All those scandalous articles about her, the public's perception of her intimate affairs, they were convinced it was just a deliberate performance to get on their nerves.
But the fact that she'd been frequenting Chan's place more than before? How her behavior changed so drastically at home?
That had them assuming she'd finally crossed that line with him for real.
And they weren't wrongâChan and Akane had been having sex, almost regularly since the first time a month ago.
But Akane couldn't care less about what the world thinks. All she wanted was him.
A little after 9 in the evening, she was getting bored of the event. It was the usual thing, businessmen talking with each other, drinking wine and chit-chatting about things she never cared about.
"I'm bored of the music." She told Chan with a sigh, chin resting on her left hand.
"You wanna get outta here?" He asked, holding her right hand up before giving it a soft kiss.
The gesture made her smile, but she shook her head. "I had a deal with my mom. She's gonna unfreeze my bank account if I finish this event and go home with them. I have to pay you out, it's almost the end of the month."
Chan chuckled. "How many times do I have to tell you? Stop thinking about that. I don't care about the money."
She gazed at his eyes, looking for any signs of lies. There isn't one.
"I still have to go home with them. But meet me in the garden in five minutes. I'll just go to the ladies' room."
"Okay," Chan smiled. He kissed her hand once again, making her blush.
Akane then stood up to go to the restroom while he headed outside the function room and into the garden. It only took two minutes and she was about to head out when a tall man in a black suit and black sunglasses greeted her by the entrance of the restroom.
"Miss Tachibana, please follow me."
She creased her eyebrows, yanking her arm away when he grabbed it.
"Don't touch me!"
"But Miss Tachibanaâ"
"Let her be."
The familiar voice turned her blood cold.
It was Yejun's, standing behind the man in the suit, who must be one of his bodyguards.
"What are you doing here?"
"I'm invited, did you forget?" Yejun snarked. "Oh, right. It's because you're too busy faking everything with your boyfriend."
Her heart dropped, face turning pale.
How did he know? When?
Or more importantly, what else does he know?
"If you wanna know how I knew it, then you better follow me. Or I'll expose you and Chan."
Akane gulped, glaring at the tall man, before following Yejun as he walked through the corridors.
The glass walls overlooked the garden outside, and she saw Chan on the other side, some feet away. There were tall plants and bushes covering her and Yejun from Chan's line of sight.
Yejun stopped on his tracks, and she halted too.
"What do you want, Yejun?" Akane asked in a low, irate tone.
"Simple. I just want you to marry me." Yejun answered, his back on her, facing an unaware Chan.
"But I don't even know you."
"You could've known me, if only you didn't go around faking your relationships."
Akane glowered at him, but he just smirked.
"I don't like you, okay? And I bet you only wanna marry me for the money."
"And you think Chan doesn't?" Yejun arched a brow, arms crossed. "I know about your deal. I know about the link. I know about every single one of your fake boyfriends."
Her mood darkened, unable to speak.
"You're not the only one with sources, Akane."
"What do you want from me, Yejun?" She repeated, teeth gritted.
"Like I said, I just want you to marry me." Yejun circled around her, ending up behind her. Then he moved closer to her right ear. "Or else I'll expose your secret scheme to everyone."
Akane looked away, brows furrowed. Yejun chuckled, but it sounded sinister to her.
"We're moving to the US as well. Our parents already arranged our flight."
"What?" She finally took a step back, staring at him with a horrified expression.
Yejun quickly held her wrist, yanking her closer, but she resisted.
"If I were you, I'd be quick to dump him." He growled, tightening his grip.
"Let go of me!"
She pushed Yejun away, breaking his tight hold on her, but he just laughed as she instinctively touched her reddening wrist.
"I'll be watching you, Akane. If you don't do as I say, you're gonna regret it."
Out of anger, Akane walked away from him, toward the exit leading to the garden. She could hear his echoing laughter, ringing against the empty halls.
"He's just using you, you know! He's just using you for your money! Try to give him his paycheck and you'll see what I mean!"
She finally had the courage to run, heart beating fast and tears running down her face.
Yejun's words rang through her ears, messing with her head.
Akane knew she shouldn't believe him. But what if it's true?
No. It's not true, Akane. He's lying.
The pavement outside was blurred due to her tears, so she didn't notice the person in front of her until she ran into him.
"Ouchâ"
"OwâAkane?"
Chan's voice was enough to get her off her own head. The moment she saw him, her arms quickly wrapped around him.
"Chan!"
"Hey, what's wrong?" Chan asked, worry in his voice. He enveloped her in a tight hug. "What happened?"
She couldn't answer immediately. The words were stuck in her throat. So instead, she let her tears fall.
"IâI bumped into my parents and we had a fightâ" She choked out.
"It's okay. I'm here, babe. You're okay." Chan rubbed her back soothingly, instantly making her feel calm.
She sniffled and moved away, but he held onto her waist.
"I don't wanna go home, Chan."
Chan stared at her before nodding. Then he hugged her again, kissing her forehead. "You don't have to. Let's go home to mine."
For a few seconds, the quiet surroundings calmed her heart down. There was a faint sound of jazz music coming from unseen speakers, so he started to sway her. She nuzzled her face into his chest, breathing in his scent.
"Thank you." She then said.
"For what?" He asked curiously.
"For taking care of me."
Chan chuckled, a sound that she loves right next to his loud laughter.
"You're my princess, aren't you? Of course I'll take care of you."
His words made her want to cry again, but thankfully she didn't. She just basked in the presence of him.
"Chan?"
"Hm?"
"Where does the money you get from me go?"
Her question was strange, but Chan was already used to it.
"I saved them."
"For what?"
"You'll know soon."
"Okay," Akane nodded slowly.
This was one of the calmest she'd ever felt, and she loved how it was with Chan. But little did she know that this was the calmest she'll ever feel before the strongest storm.
She had seen Yejun inside the building where they previously talked with each other. His eyes stayed focused on them, like a vulture waiting for its prey. Then he gestured with his hands, as if to say I'm watching you.
Akane then closed her eyes and prayed that it wasn't real.
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also happy halloween omg i think this is like my third post on halloween night after years of planning on making halloween specials and never delivering AHAHHAHAH I AM SORRY THO. i swear next year i'll be better đť
genre â fluff, angst, suggestive đ, non-idol!au, college!au, fake dating!au, arranged marriage!au but it's not what u think (or maybe it is), kinda slow burn, i'd say romcom but i'm not sure if i'm funny enough, kinda satire maybe, this au has a short completely made-up history bits, rich people politics, generational cultâi mean curse
notes â rich!oc & middle class!chan; chan x oc are in their early 20s btw; mention of friend!vernon (as hansol); a slight use of japanese honorifics; i think a lot of switches between ocâs first and second name just bc hahaha; mention of chan's unnamed ex; a svt fic with a 17+ warning banner, pun is unapologetically intended; photos used are not mine, credits to rightful owners!
warnings â reader discretion is advised; mentions of nepotism and corporate-level wealth; implied consensual sex letâs assume they used protection okay (im tryna practice writing smut but that is not for today hahaha) but i would say itâs def suggestive tho đ¤; mild sexual innuendos; family pressure; blackmailing; what else did i miss?
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IX. Friends, Foes, or Lovers?
"Please Akane, even just one reply?" Chan begged in a way that he'd describe as cute, but Akane thinks otherwise. "I'm so bored all the time and I don't really have anyone to talk to."
They were in Chan's dorm, a place she'd been frequenting lately. A little over a month now since the first time, if she cared to count. It's where she'd been hiding to talk about her next plan of action. And if she was being honestâit was slow-moving.
The fake dating scheme has been ongoing for eight weeks so far, and yet her grand escape plan was nowhere near fulfillment. Maybe that was why she'd started hanging out at Chan's dorm. Maybe that was why it had been frequent.
The exhaustion of putting a plan in motion after six years of plotting was getting to her. Not to mention, she'd had to go through four different employees before getting the most solid one in three whole years since everything began in freshman year.
Maybe, she just needed a safe place to land. Or a safe space to nap. Where no one can see them, and neither of them has to pretend.
"Don't you have friends?" Akane rolled her eyes.
"I do, but none of them are fun to talk to." Chan pouted toward her, earning him a side-eye.
Akane was on his bed, lying on her stomach, comfortably scrolling through her phone while he was next to her, back against the headboard.
"Please, Akane-chan? Pleeease." He then laid on his stomach next to her, putting his left arm over and dragged her closer to him.
"Hey!" She cried out.
"Even just one reply, my Hime-sama. Like, 'Hey Chan! Thanks for checking up on me! But I don't wanna talk to you. Okay, bye!'"
"I think by not replying, it's pretty obvious that I don't wanna talk." Akane said with narrowed eyes.
"I know but pleeeease."
"No." She glanced back at her phone.
"Oh, come on. Am I not allowed to talk to my girlfriend on the phone?" Chan leaned his head on her right shoulder.
"I'm not your girlfriend."
"Fake girlfriend then?"
"No," Akane leaned away a little, frowning toward him. "Didn't you read the terms and conditions?"
"I did," Chan pouted, but then his face lit up. "Wellâhow about as friends? That's not part of the T and Cs, which means I can text, call, or chat with you under the condition of us being friends."
"What are you talking about? There's no such thing as 'us being friends.'"
Her tone was pure ice, sharp in its precision.
"What do you mean?" Chan let out a small chuckle, his earlier grin slowly fading. "We are friends, aren't we?"
"Seriously?" She looked at him incredulously. "I just hired you to be my fake boyfriend. We don't have anything else going on except that. This is strictly business, remember?"
Chan's smile had completely disappeared, his bright features lit no more. There was no sign of Akane joking about her words, so he guessed that she meant it.
"Right, yeah... I understand."
He finally let go and stood up from his bed, walking over to the kitchen. The bed suddenly felt empty without his weight on it, Akane noticed.
đŽ
When Akane went home that night, something felt off. Chan would usually go with her up until the bus stop at her district, where her driver would be waiting.
And if she was being honest, it was the most she'd ridden on a bus since the beginning of her life. She just never had such experience before, until this summer.
She realized, having him as her fake boyfriend changed her life in ways that amazes herâand distastes her at the same time.
Like riding on a bus. It's amazing to her as a first timer, but she doesn't like how public it is. Though, she thinks she could get used to it.
But riding a bus home without Chan? She'll never get used to that.
When Akane left his dorm earlier, he'd told her he wasn't feeling well so he couldn't go with her. It was so sudden, just as she was about to leave, so she didn't have time to call her driver to pick her up somewhere nearer. Not that she even knew any of the places in Chan's part of the city.
She had no choice but to go home alone.
But Chan could use those extra hours to rest, she'd thought, because she'll be seeing him again soon.
Summer was apparent and it was the perfect time to stir the pot.
Public dates here and there, paparazzi appearances, the chance to flaunt her 'relationship' with the blond-haired boy who caught the attention of the corporate world by being associated with the 20-year-old Tachibana heiress who's notorious for her scandalous reputation.
ExceptâChan dyed his hair black. And he wasn't talking to her.
Not as frequently, at least. Which should make sense. Her rules included no texting, calling, or chatting if it wasn't about the plan so them not talking should be normal.
But there was a sudden shift.
After being a 'fake' couple, Chan had found ways to annoy her a lot. He's always been a chatty person, and she's had the luxury of being talked off her ears by him when she became his 'girlfriend'.
In the two months that passed, she admits, she got used to it.
So when Akane noticed that he wasn't talking to her the same as before, she knew something was wrong. And she hated it.
Over the first weeks of summer break, he'd usually ask if she wanted to eat lunch with him in fast food places, but there were no invitations.
He'd usually go with her midnight antics disguised as scheming and they'd end up at his dorm where she'd just stay until morning watching movies, but he declined.
He'd usually greet her with a bright and sunny voice on the phone when she'd call, eager to know the details of their latest strategies, but all she got was a quiet hum and a disinterested tone.
Somehow, somewhere, Akane felt a spark of irritation. She didn't like being ignored. Not by herânoâespecially by her fake boyfriend.
đŽ
Chan had found a second part-time job at a cafĂŠ near the campus.
His first one is his paid internship at a local restaurant, where he'd had the opportunity to stay even after the first semester of senior year had concluded. Something about his excellent cooking skills despite the limited shift hours.
After the first month of being Akane's fake boyfriend, he realized he couldn't really just rely on it as a job. She kept her word about his 'paychecks', but he needed a real one. Especially because at the start of his second month as her boyfriend, he was planning to take her on a date.
Wellâas friends.
Of course, he'd kept in mind how her rules strictly included not falling for each other. But still, he wouldn't want to use the money he earned from his fake-boyfriend job to take her on a friendly date.
He wanted it to come from real hard work, hence the two part-times. He figured that as long as his body can do it, he'd gladly take more than one job to earn a lotâeven while appeasing Akane's random midnight shenanigans over the summer.
So now he has three.
But after that incident at his dorm where she coldly rejected him as a friend, it would've been easier for him to take his mind off of herâhis 'girlfriend'âfor a while. If only she wasn't at the cafĂŠ.
And what's worse, she wasn't even a customer. She was working.
Everyone in the cafĂŠ, mostly students from campus visiting on summer break, was utterly surprised at her appearance as an employee.
Tachibana Akane Hime, the most infamous nepo baby at school, was also known as someone who hadn't worked a day in her life. And she never had to. She was that rich, truthfully.
But somehow, when Chan came into her life, proved to be the best 'employee' she's had for her scheme, and then ignored her out of nowhere?
Akane felt a lot of things all at onceâone of which is quiet rage.
He made her feel like she's willing to do anything for him to stop ignoring her and start paying attention to her.
As he should.
Butâ
"Why?"
Chan finally talked to her in the backroom. It was her first day, and he was supposed to train her.
"Why are you here?"
When Akane finally heard a sentence from him that's not an uninterested 'yes' or 'no', she swore her blood boiled.
Now he's talking, she mentally rolled her eyes. And all she had to do was appear right in front of him.
Getting in wasnât even easy at all. The hiring process wouldâve taken two weeks to a month. So she struck a deal with her parents: a date with Yejun in exchange of getting her in faster using her familyâs influence.
Of course they didnât miss the fact that Chan worked there. So they reached another agreementâan appearance with Yejun at a charity event thatâs coming up soon.
All of which Chan wasnât aware of, since he was ignoring her.
"I needed a job experience." She answered with an almost nonchalant tone.
She knew he wouldn't believe her. And she was right.
"You already interned in that office near mine back in the spring semester."
"I need a real oneâwhy do you suddenly care about what I do, huh?"
"Seriously Akane, what are you doing here?" He asked rather impatiently, his arms crossed.
"Like I said, why do you care?" She narrowed her eyes, vexed. "I thought you were ignoring me?"
Chan scoffed, shaking his head. "Is that why you're here?"
"Iâm here to work, if you havenât noticed." Her tone was clipped, nothing short of annoyed. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have things to do."
Just in time, her five-minute break was up.
Chan sighed heavily and went back to the cashier. He asked the other employee, his friend Hansol, if he could train her instead. He didn't want to deal with her mood swings right now.
As Hansol instructed Akane, she couldn't help but sneak peeks at Chan by the counter. Today was the first time she'd seen him smile after nearly two weeks of going almost radio-silent. And she was distracted, to say the least.
Somehow, she couldn't believe that he was giving that beautiful smile of his toward strangers, when it should've been for her, his girlfriend.
Wellâfake girlfriend.
Still, she'll never admit it, especially to herself, but she hated it.
Akane hated that he still wasn't talking to her. And she was beyond furious.
As the hours passed by, she struggled to remember what Hansol taught her. He had to make the coffees instead, so he put her in waiting table duties. But she grappled even with something as simple as taking orders. A lot of the customers were displeased. It didn't help that those were students from their school, most of whom already disliked her.
By the time the cafĂŠ was closing up, Akane tiredly watched Hansol in the backroom as he prepared to leave. He gave her a wave, and she respectfully thanked him for training her. When he left, she was alone. And in that moment of solitude, she closed her eyes, and her tears threatened to fall.
In fact, it did. Silent but rapid. There was a little crack in her heart somewhere, but now it was a hundred broken pieces.
From Chan ignoring her? Or not giving in to her? She wasn't really sure at all.
Maybe it was the exhaustion, maybe it was the fact that for the first time, she failed at something. Or maybe it was that silent rage she felt toward Chan.
Akane silently cried in the backroom, going over the whole day in her head. It had been the worst of the worst. Even worse than her childhood. Because for the first time in her life, she felt useless and unimportant. Like a failure. And she felt so alone more than ever.
When Chan finally finished cleaning up the tables, he heard Akane's quiet little sniffles in the backroom. His heart broke at the sight of her like that, so he walked over to her.
"Hey, Akane."
Startled, she suddenly stopped crying and wiped her eyes.
"Oh, it's you." She snarked. "Forgot that you were still here."
"Are you okay?" Chan asked softly.
"Now you're asking me." She rolled her eyes, dismissive, walking toward her designated locker.
But Chan sucked in a deep breath and held her right hand, stopping her. "Akane, wait."
"What?"
Akane finally turned around, not caring anymore whether Chan saw her puffed eyes and red nose.
"Why are you being like this?"
"Why am I being like this? Why were you ignoring me?" She accused, yanking her hand off.
But Chan's face darkened, annoyance bleeding through his usual calm exterior. Somehow, Akane wasn't sure if she should be terrified or worseâturned on.
She had never seen Chan angry before. Not in the years they've been acquaintances, not in the classes they shared, not in the two months they faked being a couple.
And this? This was new territory for her.
"So is that really why you're here?"
Chan pressed, voice deep. But Akane didn't back down.
"Why do you suddenly care, huh?"
"Tch. I'm not the one who's crying in the corner of the backroom."
"And I'm not the one giving the silent treatment to his girlfriend."
At that, Chan's frown softened. And even more so when she crossed her arms, looking away, aggressively wiping the tears that were spilling from her eyes. Without thinking, he pulled her close, his arms wrapping around her small figure. At that moment, Akane sobbed even more.
"I'm sorry, Akane. I didn't mean to."
Her sobs grew louder, and he just held her tighter. Until she finally spoke.
"I'm sorryâChanâI'm so sorry," she choked out, her hands covering her face. "I don'tâknow what I didâwrong but I'm sorryâ"
"Shhh, it's okay, Akane-chan." He said in a calm tone, gently patting her head. "I forgive you."
"I'm soâsorryâI don't even knowâwhat I did to piss you offâ"
Chan chuckled a bit. As much as it hurt him to hear her cry, he has to admit, she still sounded cute.
"Do you wanna know?" He asked as he pulled away, hands on her shoulders.
She nodded, her swollen eyes and red nose enough to make him chuckle again.
"Well, this is gonna sound silly but... I just got upset that you never considered me as your friend," Chan confessed, looking down. "Even after everything we went through as a fake couple."
There was a moment of silence.
Then she sniffled and said, "I'm sorry, Chan."
When he looked at her, Chan realized how this was a lot of first times for the both of them. This was the first time she cried in front of him, this was the first time he hugged her. This was their first time fightingâand their first time making up.
Regardless of being a fake couple, Chan thought, they were going through something real. Something that 'friends' go through. But as he continued to stare at Akane, he realized something.
Something that makes his heart thump loudly in his chest, something that makes him nervous around her. But at the same time, this 'something' makes him happy.
"You are my friend, Chan. I just... didn't know how to say it."
This 'something' makes him smile, especially after hearing her words.
"I don't know. Nobody ever wants to be friends with me. I guess I just didn't know what to say to you."
This 'something', it makes him want to say more.
"I do. I wanna be friends with you."
A lot more.
I wanna be more than friends with you.
When he saw her smile and the blush across her cheeks, he thoughtâyes.
He wants to be more than just a fake boyfriend to her.
đŽ
X. Meet Me at 7
Akane stayed as an employee at the cafĂŠ, over a month of it keeping her busy during the summer. After Chan had trained her for the first two weeks, she got better. And her getting her first full paycheck was something she celebrated. She never knew earning money from hard work felt so rewarding. But what felt even more amazing was that she got to celebrate it with Chan.
He treated her to a nice restaurant downtown and called it a date in which, she hesitantly admits, made her blush. AÂ lot.
The whole night, Akane couldn't stop smiling as he talked about how she improved at work. He also explained, in complete details, why he won't let her pay with her hard-earned money.
"It's your first paycheck, I can't let you use it for this. You should save it. Or use it for something that you really like."
"Like what?"
"Anything. Like maybe for a hobby or something."
Well, there was something she wanted to buy. But she can't buy it, her paycheck can't afford it yetâwhich is funny because Akane can afford anything. But after spending all this time with Chan, she learned a lot about how to save and use her own money.
At one point, she'd asked him where he was spending all the money he gets from his employment to her, and he'd said he was just saving it.
"I got you something by the way." Chan then pulled out a paperbag under the table.
"What's that?"
"Just a little something to congratulate you on your first full month of work." Chan smiled warmly, handing the paperbag.
Akane's eyes were curious as she carefully opened the bag. When she opened it, her expression turned from curiosity to surprise to disbelief. It was a rare sight to see. It's not everyday that she shows other emotions in her eyes, that's why Chan relished it.
"Wow..." Akane said in a small voice. "Chan... I..."
It was a fluffy white jacket. Nothing too grand, but the fabric was made with soft white fur.
"Do you like it?" Chan asked softly, holding his breath.
"I... love it." A smile crept up slowly on her lips as she examined the garment in wonder.
Indeed, a rare sight to see. Although, Chan already knew she'd love it. He'd seen how Akane eyed that piece of clothing before, on one of their 'dates' where she had to shop for a dress for a gala of sorts.
It was another one of their stunts, a public shopping date for the paparazzi to flock over, and for Akane's parents to fume at. But Chan didn't forget the way her eyes lingered on that fluffy white jacket displayed on a mannequin when they passed by it, knowing full well it's something she can't have freely.
Not without a battle with her parents first.
But then again, he's not her parents, and he's not controlling of her wardrobe choices. And so he decided, even if it was expensive, he'd buy it for her.
"Thank you, Chan." Akane said quietly, a small blush spreading across her cheeks. "I... can't believe you got this for me."
"You deserved it," Chan said with a warm smile. "For your hard work at the cafĂŠ."
"You do know my parents will burn this, throw it in the trash, and then burn that trash bin if they ever see me wearing this, right?" She joked, a mischievous grin on her lips, making Chan laugh.
"Exactly why I bought it. To piss them off." He replied, almost too proud of himself.
"Thanks. I love it. I'll wear this to sleep tonight." Akane commented, almost absentmindedly, as if her mind was in a haze.
But her razor-sharp focus returned in a second, a glint of something devilish in her eyes.
"Did you bring your perfume?" She then asked.
"Yeah, why?"
"Hand it over. I'm gonna sprinkle this with your smell. So when they see me and they smell your perfume, it's world war four at home."
Chan was already taking out his perfume from his bag before bursting out in laughter.
"You really like to mess with them, huh?" He said, handing out the small bottle.
"The least I could do for myself." Akane smirked as she sprayed his perfume on her new jacket.
But Chan's eyes lingered on her, a fond look visible, wondering just what she was thinking at this exact moment. Because he's sure it wasn't just about messing with her parents.
Needless to say, the night ended with him taking her home.
A simple bus ride, and then he watched as her car turned left at the first street until it disappeared, before leaving on the next bus toward his own.
The next day, when they returned to school for the fall semester, Akane saw him standing by the gate waiting for her, and she couldn't help the loud beating of her heart.
The excited wave and wide curve of his lips matched hers, and when he grabbed her left hand, the blush flourishing across her cheeks was unstoppable.
"I'm getting good at this fake boyfriend thing, aren't I?" Chan said as he interlaced his fingers with hers, walking with her toward the campus lobby.
She pressed her lips upon hearing the word fake, which made him chuckle.
And without any warning, she felt a light kiss on her forehead.
This time, her whole face was red.
"How's that for the 'public spaces' rule?" He grinned, and she was the only one who couldn't look at him.
Everyone who witnessed Chan's public display of affection toward her couldn't stop staring at them.
But Chan only tightened his hold on her, never letting go.
đŽ
"Hello?"
"Chan, hey... uh..."
"Yes? What is it?"
Chan could hear the trembling of her voice, his brows knitted in concern.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, um..."
Akane sniffled on the other end, then she took a deep, shaky breath.
"Actually, no. I need you."
"Okay, Hime. Where are you?"
Chan tried not to panic too much, nor did he show how worried he was. He knew Akane needed him to be calm.
"Uh... I'm outside... I think I'm near Claudia's. I'm just walking."
"Alright," Chan hurriedly wore a jacket, phone in between his right ear and shoulder, then he looked at his wristwatch. "Meet me there at 7."
"Okay."
"And Hime?"
"Yeah?"
"Just relax, okay? I'll be there, I promise."
Chan couldn't see her face right now, but he could imagine how she's tearing up.
"Okay. Be careful, Chan."
And he doesn't like that. He doesn't like hearing or seeing her cry. So he zoomed to the parking lot and rode on his motorbike.
As much as he wanted to drive recklessly toward her just so he could arrive much earlier, he knew he had to take her words seriously. Fortunately, the cafĂŠ was just twenty minutes away from his dorm.
When he neared the parking lot, he noticed a person sitting on the curb outside the cafĂŠ. He wouldn't have minded the person and went straight to park, but he noticed the fluffy white jacket.
It looked like Akane'sâthe one he gifted her on their first real date. But the person looked rather different from afar, head covered with a beanie. And there was something behind their back.
Out of curiosity, he drove closer to the person and stopped, taking off his helmet.
"Hime?"
She looked up from the pavement.
Even with the dark streetlights, Chan could see the redness of her eyes, her glasses doing nothing to hide it.
He parked at the side and got off, kneeling toward her crouched figure. "What happened?"
She sniffled. "They caught me."
Chan's eyes widened in shock, but he stayed calm. "They did? About what?"
"The apartments," Akane shook her head. "They found out about the apartments I was searching for."
Chan's chest tightened. But it's not so much about her getting caught, it was more about her plan of running away. He knew she'd be doing it alone.
Still, he held both her hands and helped her up.
"Do you wanna go inside?" He gestured toward the cafĂŠ with his head, but she declined.
"I wanna go somewhere else."
"Okay, Hime. Where do you wanna go, hm?" His voice was soft and intimate.
She looked down on her feet, feeling sheepish.
It was strange. Akane had never felt this shy around him. She had always been quiet but intentional. Only talked when needed, flirted when there were people, held hands in front of an audience.
Sure, she'd hung out with him over the summer and called it scheming, shared more than she intended to, not regretting it one bit. But she got used to him. And she liked it, genuinely. To the point that she's occupied his dorm more times than she'd planned.
But at the moment, she felt self-conscious, vulnerable. Especially as he held her hands, his thumb rubbing on her skin. Not to mention, he kept calling her by her middle name, something that just naturally happened. She didnât even know when it started. Just that she noticed, and she liked it as well. No one has ever called her âHimeâ without it being sort of an insult.
But Chan? He says it like heâs known every part of her and decided sheâs worth calling his princess.
And it didn't help that he looked way too handsome tonight, too.
Chan dyed his hair black over a month ago already, but she only noticed nowâit had gotten longer. Her eyes quietly traced the strands under the dim streetlight, caught in the simplicity of it.
Until he spoke.
"What's that?" He asked curiously, pointing at the rather long black bag slung across her back.
"Oh, um..." she looked away. "It's my telescope. The one I told you about, the thing I bought with my work money."
Chan's lips curved into a soft smile. He knew about her fondness of the stars, and he knew that she finally bought something with her hard-earned paychecks. But he never knew it was a telescope for stargazing.
"You and your hobbies, huh," he murmured softly.
"What about you? I never knew you had a bike." She replied timidly.
"How do you think I get to school so fast?"
"I never saw you use it. And why havenât you used it to take me home?"
"Because you once told me you were scared of riding one. Don't you remember?"
She did. And she couldn't believe that he remembered it. She'd thought he wasn't listening then. She was still scared to ride it, but he assured her that nothing would happen as long as she was with him.
He removed her beanie and glasses, putting them in his jacket's inner pocket and sliding a deep magenta helmet over her head.
"Was this your ex's?"
"No. I bought this recently. For you." He answered, focused on locking the straps beneath her chin. Just as he finished, he opened the shield over her eyes and looked at her with a soft smile. "For emergencies, like tonight. Gotta keep my princess safe, right?"
Akane's heart did a little somersault over his words. She wasn't sure which part of his words made her insides transform into butterflies.
The fact that the helmet was not his ex'sâwhy was she even thinking about his ex?âor that it's a new one he bought for her. Or that he's got to keep her, his fake girlfriend which he just blatantly called âhis princessâ, safe.
Nevertheless, Chan guided her hands toward his torso, making sure that she held onto him tightly before he drove away. They rode under the city lights, toward a village on the hills, and Akane enjoyed the breeze so much. Chan savored the way she held onto him, a smile decorating his lips. The kind that he would only have when he's with her.
When they arrived on a grassy hill, she was stunned at the sight of the city below them. But what Akane loved most was the stars above.
Chan helped her set up the telescope, despite not knowing how to. The sound of her giggles as he failed to do so left a contented feeling in him. As long as he gets to hear her laugh, he's happy.
In no time, they were gazing at the stars, taking turns on the telescope.
"Do you see that white-bluish one?" Akane asked enthusiastically. "The one that's twinkling?"
"Yeah."
"That's Rigel. Orion's brightest star."
Chan stopped looking through the glass and stared up at the whole constellation.
"And that one, the red one," she pointed to the uppermost left star, "that's Betelgeuse, my favorite. The second brightest star of Orion the Hunter."
"Why is it your favorite?" Chan asked with an interested grin.
"Because it's red. My favorite color, remember? Together with violet."
"Cute," he commented, the grin not leaving his face.
"Ooh! Do you see that one? Look! The one with four stars that make up a weird rectangle shape!" Akane pointed excitedly toward the dark blue sky.
Chan followed her hand gestures. "Yeah, I can see it."
"Yeah? And do you see those three stars that look like a tail? That's the handle, and the four ones are called the dipper," Akane explained with vigor. "That's Ursa Major, the Big Dipper."
As Chan gazed at it, he could finally see the shape that Akane traced out. And he was in awe. He's never paid attention to these kinds of things before, but seeing them in this dark, quiet night, he realized just how big the constellation is. Even bigger than Orion.
And he thought, Akaneâs mind seemed as vast as space.
"Have you ever seen Aquarius? My star sign."
"No. But I'd like to see it. As well as Scorpius." She answered, looking through the telescope. "My star sign's constellation."
"I'd like to see that too, preferably with you." Chan replied.
This was one of those rare moments where Akane's voice was softer than usual. A stark contrast to her cold and calculated persona at school, her hair and her guard down.
And Chan loves it.
He's the only one who's ever witnessed her in this stateâtranquil and deep in wonder for the night skies that she admires so much.
A comforting silence fell between them as they gazed at the stars. But when Akane's energy dipped, she opened up to Chan.
"You know, my dad thinks I'm planning to elope with you."
"He does?"
"Hm. He was really mad." She smiled a bit, rubbing her arms to keep herself warm from the cold breeze. "He thought the apartments were about us living together."
"Well, I'm just glad they haven't caught on to our scheme yet. I thought they would've found out by now." Chan replied with a sigh.
âTheyâre too convinced, honestly. You play the role too well.â She shrugged.
A blush quickly flourished across his cheeks, but Akane didnât see it.
"I think it's because you remind him of Mom's first boyfriend." She absentmindedly commented.
"I do?"
"Yeah," she then looked at him. "Remember when I told you they were arranged too? My mom had a boyfriend before Dad, and she was so in love with him. I don't know the whole story, but I know that Mom never completely accepted my dad. I think he's still stuck in that. And Dad... I think he loved Mom to a point. But I don't know. They're just⌠not for each other." She sighed heavily.
The way Akane talked now was different than before, Chan had noticed. Her tone was less sharp, more melancholic.
"It's ridiculous, the way our whole clan's branding is to have a rich spouse. We were never allowed to choose on our own, they just wanna keep the wealth between us only. I guess, to some extent, I understand it. But it's true, you know? No amount of money can buy happiness. I'd rather be poor and be allowed to choose the person I wanna marry than be assigned to some rich old man I haven't even heard of."
"It does sound like a cult." Chan joked quietly, making her chuckle.
"It's kinda funny too. The women in my family? They're not allowed to change their names. Even when they marry, they have to keep the name 'Tachibana'. That's how obsessed my family is with our wealth. Whether you're a man or a woman, once you get married to a Tachibana, that name stays. That name is the brand. That name is the wealthiest above all. I have this aunt, she was married to a man richer than her, but because she kept the name, she's recognized as the richer one."
"Whoa. Is that why Yejun's almost obsessed with you?"
"Exactly. He's not in love with me. He's in love with my name and my money. Because once he gets married to me, he's not just gonna get richerâhe and his family will climb the corporate ladder. They won't just be the Jungs who are already rich. They'll be the Jungs who married into the Tachibanas."
"That is crazy. It's like one thing is about your family's way of keeping all the wealth inside your circle, and the other is about how Yejun wants in on that wealth."
"Tell me about it."
"But hey, I support you," he then told her in a serious tone. "Even if we get caught, I'll still help you. I won't let you get married to Yejun, even if that means objecting at your wedding."
A tiny chuckle escapes her. "Thanks, Chan. That means a lot. I hope we don't get to that point, though."
"I won't let it happen, then."
He held her left hand and gave it a squeeze, which made her gaze toward him linger. But then she caught sight of the big bright moon just above him, enough to veer her attention away. She hurriedly looked through her telescope.
Akane couldn't see it because she was lost in the stars, but Chan couldn't take his eyes off of her. There was a softness in his gaze, a tenderness he hadn't known he was capable of. And then, as if a veil lifted, everything clicked.
The way she was, both in public scenes and private momentsâit wasn't just a huge contrast for contrast's sake. Chan had known Akane was burdened. He'd seen enough. But now, it hit him like a tidal wave.
The Tachibanas weren't just a family bound by wealth and power; they were a cage.
Akane had never truly lived. She was merely surviving, playing a part in a life she never chose. The way she moved through the world, so deliberate and sharp, it had always seemed like strength to him.
But now he understoodâit wasn't strength. It was survival. A defense mechanism. The way she kept everyone at arm's length, the way her icy gaze could freeze even the most steadfast heart. Her coldness, her steel resolve, all of it made sense now. It wasn't who she was. It was who she had to be.
The thought of it struck him like a blow to the chest.
How had no one seen it before? How had she never been shown that kind of love, the kind that didn't come with conditions?
That hurt him. It hurt him more than he could explain.
Akane had never known the kind of affection he had. Love that was unconditional, free from expectations. Love that simply was.
And in that quiet, star-filled night, Chan swore, silently but fiercely, that he would give her everything she deserved. He would fight for her happiness with every ounce of his heartâthe one that had been healed the moment she entered his life.
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XI. Broken Rules
Chan offered Akane to stay in his dorm for the night. She didn't want her parents to catch her sneaking in, and she didn't want to go home either.
So he lent her some comfy clothes, a pair of unused boxer shorts and an oversized shirtâone that she'd seen him wear often in his dorm, and one that she considers her favoriteâthen she took a shower in his bathroom. When he helped dry her hair after, she asked why he knew how to do it.
"My ex used to dry mine. Often said I shouldn't sleep with wet hair." Chan explained, blow-drying hers in a low cool setting.
Akane nodded, imagining what his ex looked like. She couldn't really remember her, she was from another school. But she'd seen her once or twice. She guessed that them being in different schools was one factor of the breakup.
"Our maidservants do it for me every night," she shared. "I can't do it on my own because they never taught me. They always pampered me."
As Chan finished, he then combed her hair gently.
"I pretend to be sick of it, to be tired of being treated like a princess. But to be honest, I probably can't live without them doing things for me. Like drying my hair, washing my clothes, cooking my food. It's true what people say about me," she sighed heavily, hugging her knees, "there's nothing else I know except being rich."
Akane was disappointed in herself, and Chan could see this. But instead of him getting pulled down by her mood, he cheered her up in that soft, encouraging way.
"We're a good match, then." He said, a smile on his lips.
"What do you mean?" She asked curiously.
"You don't know how to do these things, but I do. So I'll do them for you."
"Would you really do it for me?"
"Of course. You're my girlfriend, remember?"
Akane softly chuckled at his joke. Although, she wished it wasn't just a joke.
"It's like the cucumber theory. You don't like it, but I do. So I'll eat them for you." She commented absentmindedly.
"Exactly."
As he finished, Chan then told her to get comfy on his bed because that's where she's sleeping before he went to shower. Akane couldn't argue even if she wanted to. She'd already slept on his bed countless times. Though, it was mostly just naps when she was in his dorm and she had nothing to do.
At that moment, she realized she'd hung out at her fake boyfriend's dorm for more times than she's willing to admit. She even has a toothbrush in his bathroom. Red in color. One that he'd bought just for her.
And she couldn't believe it.
Isn't that what real couples do?
She thought, staring blankly into his window.
What have I gotten myself into? How long have we been like this? Since when did we even start acting like this?
Her feelings for Chan were almost too unbearable now, she wanted to cry. She never thought she would fall for him despite her strict rule. She couldn't even remember when it started, or why she has such strong feelings for him. And she couldn't understand it.
She didn't know what to do. It was her first time feeling this way, after all. And it was all so confusing.
At half past 10, Akane was in the deep waters of her thoughts. So deep, she didn't notice how long she'd been staring at the bright moon outside the window, or how her shirt had slipped off her shoulder. Not until she felt an arm snaking around her torso, and her heart dropped to her stomach.
"A penny for your thoughts?" Chan's voice was soft against her right ear, but it still tickled her, his chin warm on her bare skin.
"What are you doing?" Akane jerked away, body twisting to look at him with wide eyes.
"Hugging you?"
He didn't let go of his hold on her, keeping only a slight distance.
"But we're not in public."
Chan grinned before diving right back into the hug, playfully nuzzling his face in the crook of her neck. "All the more reason, Aka-chan."
She pushed him away, not because she didn't like it, but because her heart was beating loudly in her chest. She was scared he'd hear it. Especially because the longer she looked at him, the longer she couldn't tear her gaze away.
He wasn't wearing a top, only grey sweatpants that hung dangerously low on his hips, his toned abs on full display for her to see. And his hairâoh, his soft raven hairâwas half-tied up, the rest cascading down behind his head, effortlessly perfect.
Her breath hitched, caught between her confusion and the sudden, intense awareness of him.
"But... that's not part of the rules..." she told him, almost breathlessly.
Chan gazed at her for a while before letting out a small chuckle, shaking his head. Then he let go and shrugged.
"Okay, if you say so."
As he stood up, Akane thought she offended him or something. But she didn't see the smirk he displayed on his lips.
"I'll be outside if you need me."
She was overthinking again. Just like she did the last time, when he got upset with her.
"Good night, babe."
So much that she didn't really hear his words.
"Good night, Chan."
Until the door in his room closed.
Waitâdid he just call her babe?
Akane couldn't go out anymore, afraid that she'd embarrass herself. She wasn't sure if she heard it right, but she didn't want to ask either. So she just turned off the lamp and went to bed.
His bed.
But she couldn't sleep. She tossed and turned. She opened and closed her eyes, then opened them again. She just couldn't sleep.
She couldn't take her mind off of him. She was confused, unable to think clearly, and most of all, she felt warm.
Too warm.
Was his heater turned on? Why was it suddenly so hot and stuffy in his room?
For the last time, Akane tried to close her eyes and drift off. But she just couldn't. She wasn't sure what she was feeling. Her heart was beating fast, her skin felt hot, and her head was full of thoughts.
Thoughts of him.
She couldn't take it anymore, it's like she was about to explode. So she stood up from his bed, walked toward his door, and opened it. Little did she know that Chan was already standing on the other sideâright in front of her.
Still without a top, but looking even more attractive in the dark.
"I was just about to knock..." He said, trailing off.
Akane stared at him, unable to decipher the look on his face. But there was one thing she was sure of as she gazed at him in his dark eyes: she wanted him.
"Chan..."
She whispered. And the sound of his name flipped a switch in him. His breath hitched for a moment, then he sighed.
"Fuck the rules, Akane. I want you."
Chan spoke in a deep voice, wrapping his arms around her waist as he attached his lips to hers. Akane didn't have the time to react or push him away. She wanted the same thing.
She wanted him.
So she kissed back, following his rhythm.
His hands wandered around her body, touching her skin under her shirtâhis shirt.
Meanwhile, Akane gripped his soft raven locks as his kisses traveled from her lips to her neck, making her whimper in sensitivity. He then carefully led her to his bed, holding her tightly, as if he was afraid she'd disappear. As he continued, she pushed him away slightly, making him stop. He almost didn't want to, but he sensed her hesitation.
"I'm sorryâwas it too much?" Chan asked in a whisper, his body hovering above her.
"Noâuhâit was good." Akane told him, but she couldn't look at him.
"What is it, Hime?"
Her brows knitted in worry, eyes unable to look straight at his. "Um... this is... my first time."
Upon hearing her words, Chan suddenly sat up, and she followed suit.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean toâ"
"It's okay!" She immediately replied, not wanting him to feel bad. "It was actually... good. You're good... at kissing."
Chan chuckled at her comment, his gaze softening.
Of course this was her first.
Akane may have such a strong personality, and an even stronger public image. She's the type to scandalize even herself, unafraid to paint herself to be a sexually liberated woman just to make sure she's undesired by standards of the marriage market.
But of course, this was her first time.
And Chan wondered if she'd ever gotten this far with her previous fake boyfriends. If she'd ever kissed them because she felt something for them. If she'd ever made out with them long enough to let it lead to something more.
She covered her reddening face, but he removed her hands and held her face close to him instead.
"I'm not gonna force you if you're uncomfortable." Chan reassured softly. "I just wanna kiss you."
"But what if I'm bad at kissing?" She asked dispiritedly, eyes looking anywhere but his.
"You're not." Chan said, voice low and deep. "You're perfect."
Akane stared in his half-lidded eyes, her own slowly trailing down to his lips.
In the moment that passed, no words were spoken. Just feelings bursting out, waiting to be acted upon.
Chan's lips slowly moved toward hers, and in no time, he was kissing her again.
Slowly, attentively, passionately.
And Akane couldn't stop herself. The taste of his lips was so addicting, she didn't want to stop. Not even to catch her breath.
Before she knew it, Chan had laid her once again on his soft mattress, his lips not parting from hers. And without any other thoughts in her mind, she indulged herself in him.
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When Akane's eyes opened, she immediately remembered the dream she had.
Chan was kissing her so passionately as he made love to her. He touched and kissed her in the right places, making her moan his name out loud. And it felt so good and so real in the dream that she wondered if it truly happened.
Until she sat up.
The shirt she had last night had changed. This time, she wore another top with prints, but different from the one she had initially, and she was covered with the blanket of Chan's bed. When she took a peek under, she found that the boxer shorts she had were gone, replaced by a fresh set of pajama pants.
Shit, Akane thought. It was all real?
She actually really slept with Lee Chan?
Collecting her thoughts, she then stood up from the bed, wobbling a little as she tiptoed toward the door.
Chan was in the kitchen, his back on her, and her cheeks heated up at the thought of him as she sneaked inside the bathroom. She stared blankly in the mirror after washing up, recalling every detail of what happened last night.
Akane really thought it was a dream, but the fact that she's trying to support her weight on the sink because her thighs hurt and her legs felt weak said otherwise.
She remembered how good it was. And she couldn't help but feel so... hooked.
She couldn't believe it. She actually really slept with Lee Chan.
Whoa.
Meanwhile, Chan was preparing the table when the bathroom door opened, and he immediately smiled at the sight of her.
He finally had a shirt on, but she already missed how he looked without a top. She'd never admit that, though.
Akane stood by the door, feeling slightly timid to go to him. He was wearing thin-framed glasses, one she'd never seen him wear before, and it was making her feel things.
She felt sore that she couldn't really walk properly. And Chan sensed this, so he went to her instead and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close.
Akane didn't hesitate and clung to him instantly, burying her face in his chest.
"Good morning, babe." He greeted, kissing the top of her head.
"Good morning... Chan."
Her voice was muffled, making him chuckle.
"Um... Chan?"
"Hm?"
"Was it all real?"
Chan furrowed his brows curiously. When she finally unburied herself, he cupped her cheeks and made her look at him.
"Was last night real?"
When he saw the worry in Akane's features, Chan immediately understood what she meant with her question. His eyes softened and his lips curved upward.
"Yes, Hime. All of it." He answered.
He gazed into her eyes, then he led her lips to his, giving her a short peck.
"I wanna stop pretending around you because I like you, Akane. And it's been a while now, actually."
"But... what about the deal?" She asked worriedly. "What about your money?"
Chan chuckled at her words. "It's not mine in the first place. And let's not think about that for now, especially the money. I don't really care about it. I just want you."
"You do?"
He nodded, a soft smile on his lips. "I do."
Akane felt her face warm up, but she smiled at him. "I want you too, Chan."
His smile turned into a grin, "then let's forget about the rules."
Chan dove for another kiss, which she welcomed eagerly. When they parted, she then slowly narrowed her eyes at him.
"You didn't tell me you had pajamas, though." She said, voice back to her usual sharp, icy tone. "Why?"
But he only smirked. "You know, I love it when you talk to me like that. You're so hot."
Without announcement, his lips met hers again, this time hungrier than the last.
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XII. Your Friends Close, Your Enemies Closer, Your Lover the Closest
At the next event that Akane and Chan attended, people noticed how the Tachibana heiress glowed next to her date.
It wasn't the same as before.
Her sharp edges looked softened. She was radiant more than ever. And most importantly, she seemed happier. Like someone was finally taking good care of her.
Even Chan, the man who made it happen, couldn't take his eyes off of her.
There was an obvious shift in the way they held each others' hands, the way they stuck close together, the way their gazes never left one another.
If people knew they were fake dating, this would've been the most convincing one. But they didn't, and all they could see were two people completely in love with each other.
They haven't exactly talked about stopping the deal, or continuing as a real couple. But as of the moment, Akane agreed not to think about it. Chan just wanted to be with her, and she wanted the same thing too.
Her parents, on the other hand, were extremely furious.
To some extent, they know Akane only bluffed about her hotel antics with past 'boyfriends'. All those scandalous articles about her, the public's perception of her intimate affairs, they were convinced it was just a deliberate performance to get on their nerves.
But the fact that she'd been frequenting Chan's place more than before? How her behavior changed so drastically at home?
That had them assuming she'd finally crossed that line with him for real.
And they weren't wrongâChan and Akane had been having sex, almost regularly since the first time a month ago.
But Akane couldn't care less about what the world thinks. All she wanted was him.
A little after 9 in the evening, she was getting bored of the event. It was the usual thing, businessmen talking with each other, drinking wine and chit-chatting about things she never cared about.
"I'm bored of the music." She told Chan with a sigh, chin resting on her left hand.
"You wanna get outta here?" He asked, holding her right hand up before giving it a soft kiss.
The gesture made her smile, but she shook her head. "I had a deal with my mom. She's gonna unfreeze my bank account if I finish this event and go home with them. I have to pay you out, it's almost the end of the month."
Chan chuckled. "How many times do I have to tell you? Stop thinking about that. I don't care about the money."
She gazed at his eyes, looking for any signs of lies. There isn't one.
"I still have to go home with them. But meet me in the garden in five minutes. I'll just go to the ladies' room."
"Okay," Chan smiled. He kissed her hand once again, making her blush.
Akane then stood up to go to the restroom while he headed outside the function room and into the garden. It only took two minutes and she was about to head out when a tall man in a black suit and black sunglasses greeted her by the entrance of the restroom.
"Miss Tachibana, please follow me."
She creased her eyebrows, yanking her arm away when he grabbed it.
"Don't touch me!"
"But Miss Tachibanaâ"
"Let her be."
The familiar voice turned her blood cold.
It was Yejun's, standing behind the man in the suit, who must be one of his bodyguards.
"What are you doing here?"
"I'm invited, did you forget?" Yejun snarked. "Oh, right. It's because you're too busy faking everything with your boyfriend."
Her heart dropped, face turning pale.
How did he know? When?
Or more importantly, what else does he know?
"If you wanna know how I knew it, then you better follow me. Or I'll expose you and Chan."
Akane gulped, glaring at the tall man, before following Yejun as he walked through the corridors.
The glass walls overlooked the garden outside, and she saw Chan on the other side, some feet away. There were tall plants and bushes covering her and Yejun from Chan's line of sight.
Yejun stopped on his tracks, and she halted too.
"What do you want, Yejun?" Akane asked in a low, irate tone.
"Simple. I just want you to marry me." Yejun answered, his back on her, facing an unaware Chan.
"But I don't even know you."
"You could've known me, if only you didn't go around faking your relationships."
Akane glowered at him, but he just smirked.
"I don't like you, okay? And I bet you only wanna marry me for the money."
"And you think Chan doesn't?" Yejun arched a brow, arms crossed. "I know about your deal. I know about the link. I know about every single one of your fake boyfriends."
Her mood darkened, unable to speak.
"You're not the only one with sources, Akane."
"What do you want from me, Yejun?" She repeated, teeth gritted.
"Like I said, I just want you to marry me." Yejun circled around her, ending up behind her. Then he moved closer to her right ear. "Or else I'll expose your secret scheme to everyone."
Akane looked away, brows furrowed. Yejun chuckled, but it sounded sinister to her.
"We're moving to the US as well. Our parents already arranged our flight."
"What?" She finally took a step back, staring at him with a horrified expression.
Yejun quickly held her wrist, yanking her closer, but she resisted.
"If I were you, I'd be quick to dump him." He growled, tightening his grip.
"Let go of me!"
She pushed Yejun away, breaking his tight hold on her, but he just laughed as she instinctively touched her reddening wrist.
"I'll be watching you, Akane. If you don't do as I say, you're gonna regret it."
Out of anger, Akane walked away from him, toward the exit leading to the garden. She could hear his echoing laughter, ringing against the empty halls.
"He's just using you, you know! He's just using you for your money! Try to give him his paycheck and you'll see what I mean!"
She finally had the courage to run, heart beating fast and tears running down her face.
Yejun's words rang through her ears, messing with her head.
Akane knew she shouldn't believe him. But what if it's true?
No. It's not true, Akane. He's lying.
The pavement outside was blurred due to her tears, so she didn't notice the person in front of her until she ran into him.
"Ouchâ"
"OwâAkane?"
Chan's voice was enough to get her off her own head. The moment she saw him, her arms quickly wrapped around him.
"Chan!"
"Hey, what's wrong?" Chan asked, worry in his voice. He enveloped her in a tight hug. "What happened?"
She couldn't answer immediately. The words were stuck in her throat. So instead, she let her tears fall.
"IâI bumped into my parents and we had a fightâ" She choked out.
"It's okay. I'm here, babe. You're okay." Chan rubbed her back soothingly, instantly making her feel calm.
She sniffled and moved away, but he held onto her waist.
"I don't wanna go home, Chan."
Chan stared at her before nodding. Then he hugged her again, kissing her forehead. "You don't have to. Let's go home to mine."
For a few seconds, the quiet surroundings calmed her heart down. There was a faint sound of jazz music coming from unseen speakers, so he started to sway her. She nuzzled her face into his chest, breathing in his scent.
"Thank you." She then said.
"For what?" He asked curiously.
"For taking care of me."
Chan chuckled, a sound that she loves right next to his loud laughter.
"You're my princess, aren't you? Of course I'll take care of you."
His words made her want to cry again, but thankfully she didn't. She just basked in the presence of him.
"Chan?"
"Hm?"
"Where does the money you get from me go?"
Her question was strange, but Chan was already used to it.
"I saved them."
"For what?"
"You'll know soon."
"Okay," Akane nodded slowly.
This was one of the calmest she'd ever felt, and she loved how it was with Chan. But little did she know that this was the calmest she'll ever feel before the strongest storm.
She had seen Yejun inside the building where they previously talked with each other. His eyes stayed focused on them, like a vulture waiting for its prey. Then he gestured with his hands, as if to say I'm watching you.
Akane then closed her eyes and prayed that it wasn't real.
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