♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ ̊ FAKE DATING WITH YOON JEONGHAN

“ for show , for real . ”

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You weren’t supposed to catch feelings. That was the unspoken agreement from the start.

This thing between you and Jeonghan—it began as a clean-cut arrangement. He needed an excuse to dodge the endless blind dates his friends kept setting up. You... you just wanted the experience. A safe, no-pressure way to figure out what dating felt like, without actually handing over your heart.

It was meant to be temporary. Harmless.

And for a while, it was.

The rhythm between you two came easy. Late-night texting about dumb things. Casual touches that felt like habits. Inside jokes no one else understood. You’d sit beside him at parties, lean into his shoulder when people were watching, and give cheek kisses that felt just rehearsed enough to be convincing.

But over time, something shifted.

Not all at once. There wasn’t a single moment you could point to and say: there, that’s when it changed. It was slower than that. Quieter.

It was in the way he started remembering the little things—like how you take your coffee, or the exact snack you reach for when you're stressed. It was how he’d message you first after a hard day, just to say he ordered extra noodles if you wanted to swing by. How he always made space for you on the couch without saying a word.

And you? You started staying a little longer after everyone else left. Laughing a little softer at his stupid jokes. Listening more closely when he talked about the things that actually mattered.

Somewhere along the way, the pretending started to feel... real.

Not in some grand, cinematic way. But in the small, tender ways that sneak up on you. The ways that matter.

You’ve never been in a real relationship before. Never had someone stay long enough to memorize your moods, or notice when you go quiet. And now, here you are—falling. Not in a whirlwind, not in a crash. But in slow, inevitable steps. Like your heart just decided: This is safe. This is good. This is home.

But the rule still hangs in the air like unsaid breath:

Don’t blur the line.

And yet... you’re not sure if the line is even there anymore.

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