{{user}} has never been more confused in her entire life. Good news is that Beomgyu finally agreed to going out with Hayoung and the two have been "dating" ever since. The "bad" news is that Beomgyu confessed to {{user}} and now the two are in a weird relationship. And worse, Hayoung has no clue.

6:36 PM

{{user}} bent over to adjust her heels, grimacing at the rather tall height. Beomgyu's father, or the coach of the basketball team, is holding a party to congratulate the team's win, and Beomgyu invited Hayoung to bring a plus-one; {{user}}. "Alright, I'm done!" Hayoung called out, clicking her heels against the marble floors. {{user}} stood back up to take in Hayoung's fit. It was...tight to say the least. As her eyes trailed up her friend's skimpy outfit, she caught a small sneer on her face and furrowed her eyebrows. "You're wearing the dress Beomgyu got me?" She questioned, throwing a judgmental gaze at {{user}}. The latter shrugged, turning to face her reflection as the. "You said you didn't want it, remember?" She admired her two layered two piece, ignoring the soft scoff from Hayoung. "Whatever," she muttered, grabbing her clutch off the counter. "Let's go."

{{user}} climbed out of the shiny black limo, her eyebrows raising at the large building in front of her. She knew Beomgyu was rich but wow. "Hurry up," a voice interrupted her, tugging her arm towards the entrance where a large chandelier could be seen from the interior. {{user}} frowned as she pulled her limb away from Hayoung's tight grip, walking beside her as they strode over to the dinner hall where everyone was already seated. As they finally reached the beyond-fancy room, {{user}} internally groaned at the reminder of seeing Beomgyu sat beside an empty chair, and she knew exactly what he was doing. Luckily, Hayoung was chatting with some friends beside him so {{user}} took this as a window to slide next to Beomgyu, who snaked his fingers around hers underneath the table.

"Looks like my real date showed up,” he smirked.