a love story between a soldier and a doctor, facing danger in a war-torn country
Jae : He is Psychometric
The story about how a young boy who can read a person’s memory with a single touch meets a young girl with a scar in her mind. The two work together to solve cases.
Youngk : Moonlight Drawn By Clouds
A coming of age story about the Crown Prince’s growth from a boy to revered monarch, and his unlikely relationship with an eunuch who’s actually a girl.
Wonpil : Encounter
Brought together by fate, a woman who seems to have everything and a young man who seems to have nothing decide to give up an ordinary life to be together.
Dowoon : Just Between Lovers
The story of two individuals who lost their loved ones in a tragic accident and try to carry on with their lives as if they are not in pain.
Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, The Great Cookie Bake-Off
“What are you-- ?!” you whispered, lifting your head and watching as he quickly but silently made his way over to your bed.
“I thought it would just be easier if we could actually talk instead of typing everything out,” he explained, lifting up the covers on the unoccupied side of your bed and sliding in underneath.
“That --” Oh, god, Jae was now in your bed.
You had been about to say ‘That doesn’t make sense because actual talking makes noise and typing doesn’t,’ but the fact Jae was now lying in your bed next to you kind of turned your brain into mush.
“What’s up?” he murmured, turning to face you. “Are you too anxious to sleep?”
You blinked at him for a few moments, trying to wrap your head around this whole situation... but then you settled back down, turning on your side to face him right back. Just like the mistletoe kiss at the party, it was happening so you might as well just go for it.
“I don’t know,” you admitted, frowning slightly. “I’ve been trying to go to sleep for over an hour, but I just can’t.”
“Well, you just must not be tired then. We can talk until you’re tired, and I won’t leave until you fall asleep. How’s that?”
Oh, my word. The sweet, tiny little smile on Jae’s lips was enough to melt your heart, and you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling right back at him.
“I mean, you’re already here. I don’t want to be rude.”
Jae chuckled softly before reaching up and taking off his glasses. Instead of turning around to put them on the side table behind him, though, he reached over to put them on the side table behind you.
His warmth and his scent invaded your senses for just a moment, but it was enough to spark a very vivid image in your mind. An image of cuddling with him. His arm holding you tightly, your face buried in his chest, your arms curled up in-between you.
Truthfully, you couldn’t remember a time when you’d wanted to cuddle someone more.
Oh, this was not good.
“Your family seems nice,” he whispered, successfully breaking your thoughts of a major snuggle session. “Nosy but nice.”
“Yeah,” you replied with a somewhat awkward chuckle. Thank god he couldn’t read your mind. “I feel like I built them up to be overbearing and rude, but... they’re really not that bad. I love them, I just... wish they weren’t so hung up on the idea that you have to be in a relationship to be happy, y’know?”
“Yeah, I get it. Some people are just like that,” he pointed out. “Not everyone is as smart you.”
“Shut up,” you laughed softly.
“I’m serious!” he whispered passionately, a huge grin pulling at his lips.
“Well, that’s a first. You’re hardly ever serious about anything,” you teased.
“Ha ha, very funny.” Jae reached under the covers to poke your side, and you swiftly swatted his hand away. “Really, though. Can I be honest about something?”
“Sure,” you replied albeit a bit hesitantly. You were a little nervous about the exact subject of this honesty...
“I’m really glad we did this. This whole fake dating thing.”
“...You are?”
“Yeah. Besides the whole Jamie thing and besides the whole family thing, I feel like... we’ve gotten closer as friends. I’ve gotten to know you better. And I’m really grateful for that.”
Were those butterflies in your stomach? Or maybe they were dragons. It was difficult to tell because your heart was beating so quickly you were having to focus on breathing normally.
“Me, too,” you whispered, somehow managing to sound like you weren’t all that affected by his words.
But, truly, you were grateful.
Before this, Jae had been the Meme Friend. The friend you could count on to go and eat with you any time of the day. The friend who played too many video games.
But now you knew you could trust him with your life. You could count on him for more than just company at meals. You felt comfortable around him (except for when he held your hand underneath dinner tables). You knew you could be yourself around him.
And you knew he would sneak into your room to talk to you if you were having trouble sleeping.
If that wasn’t a good friend, then what was?
Jae beamed over at you, and it almost seemed like he was about to reach up and touch your face. Or scoot over and pull you in for a cuddle-hug.
But, instead, he took a sharp breath in and said, “So, tell me about your favorite Christmas memory.”
Obviously, this was his attempt at tiring you out by talking, so you racked your brain for what you could classify as your favorite Christmas memory.
“Well, I guess it would be this one Christmas when I was in... second grade, I think,” you began.
You went on to detail the story of how you’d wanted a Barbie dreamhouse, but your parents kept telling you it was too expensive, too extravagant, your Barbies were content living in the cottage you’d built out of a cardboard box. You’d written to Santa for it anyway, but come Christmas morning, it wasn’t there. When you’d gone through your stocking, however, you’d pulled out a slip of paper which told you to go up into your playroom. Obviously, you’d raced upstairs and - lo and behold - there was your Barbie dreamhouse.
For years to come, you’d always used that story as an argument that Santa was real (because he is... duh), and you would be lying if you didn’t still believe in a little bit of Christmas magic.
Jae listened to your story intently, a goofy grin on his lips as you went on and on about how much you played with that dreamhouse. It was still the best Christmas present you’d ever received, and you were pretty sure you would remember that Christmas for the rest of your life.
You then asked Jae about his favorite Christmas memory, and it was your turn to listen to him with a goofy grin as he told you about the year he’d gotten a guitar.
“I had no idea you could play,” you said when he’d finished.
“I haven’t in a long time,” he admitted with a tiny shrug. “A few years, honestly.”
“Why did you stop?”
Jae scrunched up his nose as he thought, but then he just shrugged again. “I’m not really sure. I guess... To be honest, I stopped not too long after I started dating Jamie. It’s not like she wanted me to stop, I just... didn’t have time anymore, I guess. I don’t know.”
“You should start playing again. Bring your guitar back to school with you,” you urged.
“Yeah? You think I should?”
“I mean, if you want to. I would love to hear you play.”
“Maybe I will.”
The two of you ended up talking until almost 1am. The last thing you remembered was Jae offering to scratch your back; your blinks had become quite a bit longer than normal, and when he’d asked if you’d like a back scratch, you’d sluggishly turned onto your stomach. The soft, soothing feel of his fingers had lulled you to sleep within minutes.
Your grumbling stomach woke you up the next morning, as it usually did when you slept past the time you normally ate breakfast at school. But the first thing you noticed after opening your eyes wasn’t the fact you were hungry.
It was the fact Jae was still in your bed.
Last night, he’d said he wouldn’t leave until you fell asleep.
Well, apparently, he’d fallen asleep himself before he’d had a chance to leave.
Oh, god, this was awkward.
Actually, it wasn’t that awkward because he was still asleep (looking like an angel, at that). So you got out of bed with painstaking slowness, not wanting to wake him up and actually make things awkward.
You managed to step into your slippers and open the door without rousing him, and when you made it downstairs, you found your dad was making pancakes.
“Morning, sunshine,” your mom greeted as she poured herself a mug of coffee. “Cutie pie is still sleeping?”
“Oh my god, mom,” you murmured, your cheeks warming considerably. You slid into a chair at the kitchen table and promptly broke into a rather large yawn.
Your mom carried her mug over to the table to sit with you, sipping at her beverage before beginning with the third degree. “So, are you two serious?”
“What? I don’t know, mom, it’s been less than a month.”
“Well... why did you bring him home if you’re not serious?”
Your brow immediately furrowed and you looked at your mom with an absolute ‘WTF’ expression. “Really? Do you not remember Thanksgiving?”
“Thanksgiving?” your mom repeated, utterly confused. “What on earth are you talking about?”
“You don’t remember how often you and everyone else in this family asked me if I had a boyfriend?”
“Wha --”
“It was the main thing I told all my friends after getting back to school. I barely enjoyed myself because I was too busy dodging questions about why I was still single!”
“Well, honey --” your mom stammered. “We just want you to be happy!”
“I am happy! I mean, I was happy back then, too. I was happy before I met Jae, and I’ll be happy after we break up.”
(Sidenote: Yikes. Why did mentioning your break up with Jae form a small pit in your stomach?)
“I don’t need to be in a relationship to be happy, mom,” you continued, hoping your voice wasn’t loud enough to wake your sleeping fake boyfriend.
“I know that, dear, but... I mean, you can’t deny that you are happy right now. I think you seem happier even. When the right person comes along, your life just changes. Your perspective changes.” She reached out and put a hand over yours, her eyes warm and shining with love. “More than just being happy, I want you to find someone who accepts you for who you are and loves you for who you are. Because that’s such a precious thing, and you deserve that.”
“I’m still so young, though,” you pointed out. “I have plenty of time to find that person.”
“...You haven’t found him already?” your dad piped up, stacking the pancakes he’d been flipping onto a serving plate.
You didn’t answer that for very obvious reasons.
And, thankfully, Jae entered the kitchen just in time. (Though you could hardly make eye contact with him because you were wondering what he’d thought about waking up in your bed...)
After Jae had eaten about ten pancakes (much to your father’s delight since pancakes were his specialty), he announced he had to hit the road fairly soon. You both went upstairs to get ready, and Jae was all packed and set to leave within the hour.
Your parents thanked him for coming, your mom profusely so, giving him hugs and handshakes and inviting him back whenever he wanted to come.
“Y/N doesn’t even have to be here!” your mom chirped. “Just come on over if you’re ever in the area.”
“Mom, that is weird. Please don’t say that,” you pleaded as Jae bit back an amused chuckle.
Your mom simply rolled her eyes as you turned to open the front door and walk Jae out to his car.
“I know I already thanked you for coming,” you said after he threw his overnight bag into the passenger’s seat. “But, seriously. Thank you. Now I’ll only have to deal with questions about you instead of questions about being single.”
“I hope that’s at least a little more preferable,” Jae laughed, reaching up to scratch the back of his neck.
“Much, believe me,” you assured him with a grin. “So, my parents are most likely watching from one of the windows by the door... do you see them?”
You were currently facing away from your house, so Jae had a better view. You watched as his eyes scanned around, and it was very obvious when he spotted them.
“2 o’clock,” he murmured, giving away their position. So, they had almost a side-view of the two of you...
You hadn’t been planning on this, but you suddenly found yourself saying, “Kiss me.”
“Say what now?”
“A goodbye kiss! They don’t know we know they’re watching. If we don’t kiss, they’ll ask why when I get back inside.”
“Right, right, right,” Jae whispered. He stepped up to you, sliding his arms around your shoulders and first pulling you in for a hug.
You wrapped your own arms around his middle, squeezing him tightly and pressing your face into his neck. A soft sigh escaped your lips, though you hoped Jae didn’t really notice because your parents wouldn’t have been able to see or hear you sigh like that, so what excuse would you give if he asked about it?
After spending almost half a minute in this hug, you pulled your head away and moved to place a sweet, tender kiss on his lips.
Four days. It had been four days since you’d last kissed him, but it felt like four decades. It honestly felt like a whole other lifetime because that kiss had been in front of everyone and forced and rushed and awkward.
But this kiss was just the two of you. Kind of. Your parents were watching, yes, but they weren’t actually out here with you, so it felt like just the two of you. It was a kiss on your terms, not because of mistletoe. It was soft and slow and... natural. Even though it wasn’t.
“Safe drive home,” you whispered after your lips left his.
“Yeah,” Jae whispered back. “You, too. ...I mean -- not now. When you drive back to school --”
You let out a soft, whispering giggle before you stepped away from his embrace completely, giving him space to get in his car.
“Merry Christmas,” you called out just before he opened the door to the driver’s side.
“Merry Christmas, Y/N.” He grinned at you one last time before ducking into his car and driving off.
For some reason, you were unable to wipe an incredibly cheesy smile off your lips the whole way back to your front door. In fact, it stayed on there as you went inside, as you trekked up the stairs, as you arrived in your bedroom.
When you flopped onto your bed, it was like the jarring motion of your body hitting the mattress quite literally knocked some sense into you.
Because you realized something which was now so earth-shatteringly obvious but also entirely problematic: you had a crush on your fake boyfriend. A major one.
Your Thanksgiving holiday had been ruined by your family, and now your Christmas holiday had been ruined by your boyfriend.
Your fake boyfriend.
Whom you had fallen for.
You couldn’t believe it.
Truly, you had definitely not planned on this happening.
But… apparently, it was happening. Of course. You wanted your fake relationship with Jae to turn into a real relationship with Jae, and it sucked. Because you couldn’t tell him!
Could you?
...No, of course, you couldn’t. When did confessions like that ever actually go well?
You let out a very long, deep, groaning sigh as you stared up at the ceiling of your dorm room, lying on your back on your bed. It seemed this was the position you were meant to be in after arriving back home from a holiday break.
You’d come back about a day earlier than most people, including your roommate, mainly because you’d wanted some time to yourself. Time to think. Time to try and unlike Jae.
The melodic sound of your ringtone cut through the air suddenly, and you jumped a little before reaching over to pick up your phone.
...Oh, great. It was him.
You answered it anyway, pressing your phone to your ear and hoping you would sound normal and not like you had a stupidly major crush on him.
“Hey.”
Okay, good. That was pretty normal.
“Hey, you,” Jae replied.
Oh, geez. Why? Why the ‘you’?! Why ‘hey, you’ and not just ‘hey’?!
“What’s up?” you asked as you moved to sit up.
“Are you back yet?”
“Yeah, I just got here an hour ago.”
“Are you hungry?”
“Wait, are you back?”
“No, I just want to know if you’re hungry. Don’t I always call you every few hours to see if you’re hungry yet?”
You held back a smirk, rolling your eyes playfully to yourself. So he was back.
“Dining hall, then?”
“Nah, let’s go to The Grill,” he suggested, referring to one of the local diner hangouts not too far from campus. “I’m dying for a burger.”
Actually, now that he mentioned it, a burger sounded absolutely divine right now.
“Ooh, okay, I’m game,” you replied, standing up so you could step into your winter boots.
“I’ll wait outside and we can walk together, yeah?”
“Sure, see you in a couple.”
By the time you pushed open the front door to your dorm building, Jae was waiting with his hands shoved in his pockets, his nose already pink from the cold weather.
“How was your Christmas?” he asked almost as soon as you got close enough.
“It was good!” you replied, falling into step next to him and heading off toward The Grill. You decided not to mention the fact you’d realized you’d fallen for him right after he’d left your house. “What about yours?”
“Pretty good,” he answered with a nod. “You didn’t get another dreamhouse?”
“No,” you sighed mournfully. “I guess my parents think I’m too old or whatever. Oh! Did you bring your guitar?”
“I did, actually.”
“So you’re going to start playing again?” you asked hopefully.
“I’m gonna try,” Jae chuckled.
You continued on talking about your holidays all the rest of the way to the diner, your hand constantly itching to reach out and take his. But the campus was fairly empty, so there was really no point in acting like a couple right now.
But when the two of you sat at the counter after arriving at The Grill, Jae suggested taking a picture so he could post it to his story.
“I mean, it’s been over a week since we’ve seen each other,” he pointed out. “I have to show the world how much I missed my girlfriend!”
Wow, how you wanted that to be true.
Jae got his phone out before the waitress had a chance to come and take your drink orders, stretching his arm out and leaning in toward you. He placed his chin on your shoulder, and you reached up to place your hand on his cheek. The both of you smiled happily, and when you looked at the finished product, you actually couldn’t believe how adorably cute Jae’s expression was.
He leaned back, adding some emojis and ‘reunited and it feels so gooooood’ and a location tag for the diner before posting it to his story.
Honestly, you were glad he was distracted for a minute because you needed that minute to recover from being so close to him and touching him and seeing his fricking fracking delightful, charming, cute-as-heck face.
“What can I get you?” a waitress asked, suddenly appearing in front of you. (Though, it probably wasn’t actually sudden. You’d just been too distracted to notice earlier.)
“Coke, please,” you answered. “And a cheeseburger with fries.”
“Make that two,” Jae chimed in. He looked up from his phone, flashing a grin at the waitress and thanking her as she jotted your orders down.
When she walked away, you nudged his side, a smirk pulling at your lips. “You got a crush on our waitress?”
“What?” Jae asked with a confused chuckle. “What are you talking about?”
“You were just smiling at her!”
“I was not!”
“You were. Like this.” You imitated his smile, though you admittedly made it a little more lovesick than his had truly been.
“Oh my gosh,” he laughed. “I was smiling to be friendly. I do not have a crush on our waitress, believe me.”
“Well, I thought she was pretty,” you shrugged.
“I mean, yeah, but it takes more than a pretty face to catch my interest.”
“Oh, it does?”
...No. No, no, no, no. You should not have asked that. You were treading in dangerous waters asking about what it took to catch Jae’s romantic interest.
“Yeah, it does,” he replied a bit defensively. “Besides. I already have a girlfriend, remember?”
You were about to ask just who that girlfriend was and why did you not know about her?! But then he reached out and tapped your nose with his index finger.
...Oh, yeah. He was talking about you.
“You’re a big nose-booping fan, aren’t you?” you pointed out, reaching up to gently swat his arm away.
“It’s cute!”
“No, it’s annoying.”
The two of you continued to playfully tease each other until your waitress brought out your orders, and then your mouths were otherwise engaged.
Not even halfway through your meal, though, and you heard the jingle of the bell above the door signaling the entrance of a new customer.
Even though you weren’t expecting anybody you knew to come here, you still glanced up to see who it was. It was human instinct, I guess.
You were glad you did, though, because your gaze landed on...
Jamie.
“Ex alert,” you mumbled, quickly averting your eyes.
Jae froze for just a split second, but then he put down his burger and moved his arm, placing it across the back of your seat. He leaned in closer to you, and when your gaze flitted over at him, you saw he was looking at you with those eyes. Even behind his glasses, you could see the love in those eyes.
It was heart-warming and heart-breaking all at the same time.
“She probably saw your story,” you whispered, picking up a french fry off your plate and feeding it to him.
“Is she sitting down somewhere?”
You glanced over his shoulder, seeing Jamie sliding into a booth. But she looked far too anxious and annoyed.
“Yes, but I doubt she’ll actually stay,” you murmured. “She looks super annoyed.”
Jae rolled his eyes because Jamie couldn’t see his face at the moment, and you bit back a giggle.
You watched as a waitress approached Jamie’s table, but Jamie simply waved her off, her eyes narrowed and a frown tugging at her lips. It really wasn’t an attractive look.
You continued to be super lovey-dovey, feeding Jae a couple of your fries, reaching up to comb his hair away from his eyes, gazing and beaming over at him. All the while, Jae’s arm lay across the back of your chair, his thumb gently rubbing your shoulder and upper arm.
“I think she’s about to leave...” you whispered when you saw Jamie scooting out of the booth.
Jae leaned in, pressing his forehead to your temple to try and finalize her departure.
“Is she still looking?” he muttered before he pressed his lips to your temple.
“No,” you whispered through your teeth, feeling your cheeks get warm at his touch. “She’s leaving, actually.”
When the door closed behind her, Jae squeezed your shoulder before bringing his arm back around and resuming eating his food. Resuming chattering and laughing and living life as normal.
Oh, god. You couldn’t tell him about your feelings. You just couldn’t!
You two were having a good time - you always did. And if you confessed your feelings, all that would be gone.
But… still. You knew if you kept quiet…
You would regret it.
You didn’t want to ruin this thing you had going because it was definitely working. And you also didn’t want to ruin your friendship with him.
But you couldn’t keep playing along. If you let yourself keep pretending, your heart would get seriously torn apart by the time you two “broke up.” And that just wasn’t fair to either of you.
You hadn’t known you wanted to tell him when you walked in here - in fact, you’d thought quite the opposite, but seeing Jamie made you realize you not only wanted to (even though you were super scared) but you kind of had to.
“Hey, Jae…” you began, your eyes fixed on the plate of food in front of you as you swirled one of your french fries around in your pool of ketchup.
“Yeah,” he replied before taking the biggest bite of his burger imaginable.
You let out a breathy chuckle, shaking your head as you waited for him to chew and swallow.
“What?” Jae laughed, reaching to grab a napkin and gently wiping something from the corner of your lip.
See?! It was things like that! Things like him wiping your mouth when you weren’t even pretending to be a couple which had made you fall for him. Things like him helping you put your glove on when you were holding hands. Things like taking your plate and carrying it for you in the dining hall. Things like walking you back to your dorm at night after playing video games. Things like coming into your room and talking to you when you couldn’t sleep.
It all made you believe it could be real.
“I…” you began, your voice a bit shaky as your heart began to pound. “Listen, I have to tell you something, and I really don’t want to ruin anything, but I don’t think it’s fair to either of us anymore.”
“…What’s not fair?”
“This… thing we’re doing.”
“Why not?” he asked, brow furrowed deeply. He looked super confused and super adorable.
“Because I like you.”
Jae stared at you.
For a good… ten seconds.
Which doesn’t seem like a long time, but when you’ve just confessed feelings to someone, ten seconds seems more like ten years.
His eyes were darting all over your face, his perfect lips slightly agape in shock. It was making your heart race even faster than it just had been.
Yeah… You had just made a huge mistake.
And your first instinct was to… keep talking.
“I actually wasn’t sure if I should tell you because I don’t want things to get awkward between us, but I know I’ll end up getting kind of really hurt when we stop fake dating, and I just -- Listen, it’s – it’s totally okay if you don’t feel the same way. I understand. I expect it, actually. So you can just tell me, and I’ll be okay. I’ll be fine. I just had to tell you. And we can still – I mean, if you want to, we can still –”
And then Jae interrupted you.
And what he said…
Well, you hadn’t been expecting it.
“I like you, too.”
Now it was your turn to stare at him.
“...I-- I’m sorry, what did you say?”
Jae held back a smile as he lifted a hand into the air, signaling the waitress. “Can we get the check?” he asked politely when she arrived.
“Wait, Jae -- what are you --”
“Can we go talk somewhere?” he asked. He reached into his back pocket for his wallet, taking out some cash.
“Go... talk...”
“Alone?”
...Okay.
Let’s take a second and make sure we’ve got this straight.
You confessed to Jae.
Jae, you were fairly certain, had replied with ‘I like you, too.’ (I mean -- unless you’d just completely imagined that.)
And he was now paying for your meal after having asked you to go somewhere to talk.
Dowoon, while pointing to a tiny grape on a bunch of grapes: "Why is there a blueberry growing on a grape?"
Sungjin: "You little piece of snot. You're a booger. You even look like a booger. Like, your shirt has a boogery texture to it. You type so slow, is your sliminess slowing you down?"
(These were all said by the idiot known as @baguettes-on-mars btw. She's great, I love her)
your rent would be paid before you can even think about it, your bills haven’t been something you’ve thought about since you met him, your kitchen is always full of food
like the dude has you SET you could live happy all you gotta do is send him like one nude a week but he doesn’t even ask most of the time really you’re just tryna get dicked down by his fine ass
the only issue is he doesn’t really pay for anything fun
if your car breaks down he’ll buy you a new one no sweat but if you’re like “hey papito can I have some money to go shopping with my friends?” he’ll say no
instead he gets you a job, and it’s not like you would hate the job, but he wants to push you to support yourself
he will drop like 10k for your birthday and holidays tho
Jae
he’s like the opposite of sungjin you paid your rent better when you didn’t have an arrangement with him
he’s got like. the minimum bank account balance to be able to be someone’s sugar daddy and sometimes you catch him checking his balance on his phone when you get into his car
the pros of having jae as your sugar daddy: your closet is now a gucci store. you flex on your elementary school bullies on instagram every day. you’ve never been on so many vacations
the cons of having jae as your sugar daddy: you have to text him like three times a day for a week and a half to get him to pay your rent.
he doesn’t want to pay your rent because he wants you to move in with him instead
don’t do it, it’s a trap, he’ll make you go on weird dates at 4 in the morning
Younghyun
younghyun is just your average sugar daddy, he’ll pay your rent and a couple bills, sometimes take you shopping
will highkey refuse to acknowledge if you get a promotion at work and no longer need his help to pay for things because he’s gotten so used to spending time with you and enjoys your company
if you send him a really nice looking nude he’s already out the door on the way to your place with at least 2k cash in hand
he will definitely get drunk one day and install a stripper pole in his bedroom and make you dance on it so he can make it rain on you
make sure you have your wallet on you at all times though because he will inevitably forget his and you WILL have to pay for an ice cream date at some point
Wonpil
wonpil? a sugar daddy? are you out of your mind
he’s sugar BABY material
he would try though, he’d see that you were in need/want of some extra money and be like “alright i have the funds i can help u out :>”
he will never pay your rent once, not a single time
it’s not like he didn’t give you the money, it makes it into your account every single time with a little message and a reminder that if there’s any leftover after you pay for your rent/bills/food that you can get yourself something as a treat for keeping him company
you end up spending all the money he gave you on him
wonpil essentially has become your sugar daddy to be your sugar baby
does he realise he’s just spending money on himself? yes. will he stop the arrangement? no, it’s like ordering something off amazon but with more surprises.
Dowoon
dowoon would be like younghyun in that he’s just an average sugar daddy in paying your bills and rent and taking you out sometimes
but then sometimes becomes often and then most days. then almost every day
it’s when a waitress at a cafe you two frequent for lunch asks when your anniversary is that you realise that he’s just a rich boyfriend at this point
he doesn’t like. properly ask you out, but he does start buying you flowers and actually succeeds in getting you to move in unlike jae
there’s many times when you two will go to a convenience store at 2am and he’ll just. ball out buying every snack you look at for more than two seconds. the cashier weeps
he will inevitably propose within 3 years and pull out all the stops to give you your dream wedding
