(You, In Every Line coming out in wattpad, 25.05.25. @ENcredible_ <— more info in bio)

“You owe me,” Haeyun said, arms crossed as she blocked Jungwon’s way to the practice room.

He blinked at her, a water bottle halfway to his lips. “For what? I literally gave you my last vitamin jelly yesterday.”

She rolled her eyes. “For the time I covered for you during your theory exam when you overslept. And when I helped you rewrite that chaotic verse for ‘Midnight Streets.’ And don’t forget—”

“Okay, okay,” Jungwon cut in, holding up his hands in mock surrender. “Fine. What do you need?”

Haeyun took a deep breath.

“I need you to pretend to be my boyfriend for a week.”

There was a pause.

He stared. “Come again?”

“It’s just for this week. My cousin Hyejin is coming to visit from Busan, and she keeps bragging about her boyfriend who owns a yacht or whatever. I… may have told her I had someone too. And that he’s sweet. And that he sings like an angel.”

“…So you described me?”

She huffed. “Not intentionally! It just slipped out.”

He chuckled. “You did say I owed you.”

“Exactly.”

Jungwon leaned against the wall, thoughtful. “Alright. One week. But I’m going all in. Hand-holding, forehead kisses, couple selfies—”

“Yah!” she yelped, smacking his arm, flustered. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”

“Oh, I absolutely am.”

Hyejin arrived on a Thursday, and Jungwon played his role perfectly.

He showed up at the dorm with his hair styled, a bouquet of daisies in one hand and a shy smile on his lips. “For my girl,” he said, eyes locking with Haeyun’s like they’d done it a thousand times.

She nearly forgot to breathe.

He offered his arm, and when she slipped her hand into it, he held her fingers with surprising gentleness. Maybe too gentle for something fake.

Haeyun hated how fast her heart jumped.

They sat at the café near campus. Hyejin watched them like she was evaluating a drama scene.

“So,” she said slowly, sipping her iced americano, “how did you two meet?”

Jungwon didn’t miss a beat. “She was wearing headphones in the music library and humming along to this really old indie track I love. I asked her if she knew the band, and she said, ‘Of course I do. You think I’m uncultured?’”

Haeyun laughed—because that was something she would’ve said.

“And then?” Hyejin prompted, eyebrows raised.

“And then,” Jungwon continued smoothly, “she kept showing up at the same spot every Wednesday. So I figured she liked me.”

Haeyun snorted. “You asked if I was stalking you.”

“Same thing.”

They laughed. Hyejin looked almost convinced. Almost.

The next night, after the “boyfriend” walked Haeyun back to her dorm, she lingered outside the door with him.

“That was… better than I expected,” she said, fiddling with the hem of her sleeve.

“You’re welcome,” he teased. “I’ve watched enough K-dramas to know how this works.”

She rolled her eyes, but her lips tugged into a smile. “Thank you, seriously.”

There was a pause. The air grew quiet. The night smelled faintly of jasmine.

“You were really good today,” she added softly. “I almost believed it myself.”

He looked at her. Really looked. His eyes weren’t playful anymore.

“Yeah,” Jungwon said, voice low. “Me too.”

Her breath caught. But before she could speak, he cleared his throat and backed away.

“Goodnight, fake girlfriend.”

“Night, fake boyfriend.”

Next day in Campus.