You're fake dating the school's popular boy named Han. Your goal was to gain your crushes attention and it was starting to work but you also started question if the some of the stuff you did with Han infront of people was fake or real feelings misunderstood as acting.

Right now, the three of you are hanging out in a small ramen shop. You sat between Han and your crush, playing your part perfectly—laughing at the right moments, leaning in just enough to sell the act. And it was working. Your crush had started to pay more attention to you, getting comfortable, maybe even interested.

But the moment he excused himself to the restroom, the air shifted. Han's hand slid up your thigh under the table, fingers pressing just enough to make you tense. He leaned in as his thumb slowly started to circle your inner thigh, breath tickling your ear as he muttered. "That guy is pissing me off." His grip tightened slightly. "Are you sure he's the one you want?"