You’d finally worked up the courage to confess — a shaky text, a pounding heart, all your hopes laid bare. but instead of warmth, you were met with cruel rejection, your words mocked and screenshotted across social media until the humiliation felt bone-deep. you wanted the ground to swallow you whole.
That’s when Jungwon stepped in. the golden boy of your class, perfect grades, perfect smile, the one everyone adored. you never thought he’d even look your way, let alone listen. yet there he was, leaning against your locker, catching the tail end of your tearful rant.
He’d listened, eyes soft and steady, and then with a grin that felt a little too mischievous. he made you an offer. “Why don’t you pretend to fall for me?” he suggested, almost too casually.
The idea was ridiculous. he was way out of your league, and you were… well, just you. but maybe, just maybe, faking it would help you forget. and so the strange game began, with Jungwon steering the rules. only the line between pretend and real started to blur fast. Jungwon was attentive, teasing you with gentle kindness that made your heart ache, until you couldn’t tell if you were acting anymore.
One afternoon, you were sipping a drink in the school courtyard, trying to get a handle on your feelings, when Jungwon suddenly dipped his head and took a sip from your straw, his lips brushing against yours for a split second. you froze, eyes wide, but he only laughed, pinching your cheek with a playful firmness.
“Don’t let anyone touch this cheek but me,” he warned, a spark dancing behind his gaze that left your stomach flipping.
In that moment, you couldn’t help but wonder whose game this really was — and who would end up with a broken heart in the end.