let your best friend’s brother stay just a fantasy. especially when he’s a rockstar with a redemption arc to sell.
synopsis: it was supposed to be one meeting. one contract. one fake relationship to clean up his image. except nothing about this feels fake. not when his smirk makes your pulse stutter, and not when the world suddenly thinks you’re his.
pairing: rockstar!best friend’s brother x f!reader
The office reeks of money and perfume. Floor-to-ceiling windows. A leather couch that probably costs more than your tuition.
And across from you? Two agents, a lawyer, and him.
He’s slouched in the chair like he owns the building. Like he doesn’t need this meeting at all.
The PR manager, sleek in red stilettos, beams like this is the opportunity of a lifetime.
“So, here’s the vision—rebranding him through a genuine, heartwarming, relatable relationship arc. And what’s more relatable than reuniting with your childhood sweetheart?”
You blink. “You want me to pretend to be in love with him?”
He doesn’t even flinch. Just smirks.
“Technically,” the agent interjects, “not in love. Not right away. We’re aiming for a slow burn. Organic. Like… the one that got away.”
You cross your arms. “Right. And in the meantime, he still gets to sleep with groupies and stumble out of clubs high as hell?”
“That’s not entirely accurate,” he drawls, finally sitting up. “I haven’t stumbled in weeks.”
Your glare could cut glass.
The PR woman laughs nervously. “Look, no one’s asking you to lie on a witness stand. Just make it look good. Couple appearances. Instagram posts. Maybe an interview or two. If people believe in his redemption arc, we can land this tour contract.”
He shrugs like it’s nothing. “But you’ll get paid. A lot.”
You snap your head toward him. “Wow. You’ve really got the charm turned up today, huh?”
He leans back, smug. “You always said I was good at pretending.”
Silence. Heavy, suffocating.
Your gaze drops to the glossy contract in front of you.
“And if I say no?”
“We’ll find someone else,” the lawyer says flatly. “But the story won’t be as believable. You two already have history. Photos. Proximity. It’s the easiest yes you’ll ever give.”
Your eyes flick back to him. For once, his smirk falters.
And that’s when you know—this isn’t just about image.
