There.
His profile.
His name, hanw.ool
A profile picture of him.
Not smiling much, just a small, lazy smirk. Helmet in one hand, sitting on his motorcycle.
I see, he is really obsessed with motorcycle.
I click on the profile, heart racing.
And—
It’s private.
FOR GOD’S SAKE.
I groan, collapsing onto my bed.
Of course, it’s private.
Because my life is a joke.
Because the universe hates me.
Step Four: Consider my options.
I could:
Hack into his account.
Steal Harin’s phone and check from there.
Bribe someone who follows him.
Just send a request like a normal person.
I stare at the ‘Follow’ button.
It stares back.
I hesitate.
Think.
What if he sees my request?
What if he ignores it?
What if he ACCEPTS it?
And before I can process my own stupidity, my finger presses the button.
My soul leaves my body.
I freeze.
Oh no.
Oh no no no.
What have I done?
I slap my forehead.
I consider deleting my whole existence.
I throw my phone across the bed and scream into my pillow.
Because now I wait.
Now I suffer.
And God help me if he actually sees it.
I sent a request to Han Wool.
Han Wool, my first love.
Han Wool, my cousin’s fiancé.
Han Wool, who doesn’t even remember me.
Han Wool, who might be seeing my request right now.
I scream into my pillow again.
What if he thinks I’m weird?
What if he thinks I’m interested in him?
Wait.
I AM interested in him.
I sprint across the bed, grab my phone, and unlock it.
Maybe I can still cancel the request.
Maybe—
I freeze.
Because right there—
Right there, under his name—
It doesn’t say “Follow Request Sent.”
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FanfictionBeak Cheonga never expected much from life. Not love, not warmth-just survival. Adopted into a wealthy family that never truly wanted her, she learned how to exist in the empty spaces between their affection. Transferring from Daehwa High to Yusung...
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