Minho and Jisung broke up badly.
Like, cross-the-street-to-avoid-each-other badly.
So when Jisung signs up for the new anonymous Korean dating site, the last thing he expects is to meet someone who gets him.
Someone funny. Someone comforting.
Some...
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Jisung blinked at the screen.
He glanced over at Felix. "What do i even do now?"
Felix groaned and immediately stole his phone. "This is the greatest invention of our generation. Everyone's on it. You just scroll- like Tinder- but it's anonymous. Personality-based. Very artsy."
Jisung felt his eye twitch. "What if i end up texting someone absolutely hideous without knowing."
Felix sighed, long and dramatic. "Love isn't about looks."
Jisung let out a sharp laugh. "Okay, liar."
Felix squinted at him. "You're not over your ex. That's the problem. Just try being open to someone new."
Jisung gasped, scandalized. "Not over him? Please. I don't even know who you mean."
He grabbed the phone back, scowling- then swiped anyway.
AGE: 20 DESCRIPTION: If you have a foot fetish we could link up
Jisung's eyes widened in pure horror.
Felix leaned over, read it once- and immediately swiped it hard to the left. "Okay. So. Obviously there are weirdos on here too."
Jisung slowly turned to stare at him. "I do not like this app."
Felix rolled his eyes, unfazed. "Relax. Just keep swiping until you find someone normal."
Jisung frowned at the screen, deeply unconvinced- but his thumb hovered anyway.
After what felt like endless, painfully boring scrolling, one profile finally caught his eye.
AGE: 21 DESCRIPTION: my friend forced me on here. don't add me.
Jisung snorted- and added him anyway.
Felix peeked over his shoulder, grinning like he'd personally orchestrated this. "See? Not so hard."
Jisung blinked at the screen. "So... what do i do now?"
Felix's grin turned smug. "Now you wait. He has to swipe you too."
Later that day, Jisung was at home, cocooned in a blanket burrito, pretending to watch anime while actually putting all his energy into not stalking his ex, when his phone pinged.
He groaned. "Nope. Ignoring that."
He checked it immediately.
NOTIFICATION FROM ANONYMOUS LOVE
Jisung tapped it.
The app opened to a bright, obnoxious screen.
·˚ ༘༘⋆ˎˊ˗ It's a match!
Jisung sighed and rolled his eyes. "Yeah. Sure."
He wasn't even that interested.
This whole thing was stupid.
So obviously, he opened Instagram instead.
Typed in Minho's username.
Deleted it.
Typed it again.
Deleted it again.
"Why do you still exist," he groaned, tossing his phone onto the bed.
"DIE!"
He hated him. Truly. He hated him.
So why did his brain keep circling back to what Minho might be doing right now?
Jisung flipped his phone off where it rested near the edge of the bed. "Fuck you. You fucking fuckass-"
Ping.
He froze.
Slowly, cautiously, he grabbed his phone.
Jisung stared at the screen.
ANONYMOUS: I accidentally swiped
ANONYMOUS: Not interested.
ANONYMOUS: Okay first of all, relax. I don't even WANT you. I don't know why you're acting like i just ruined your life by existing???!!!!!!!!
ANONYMOUS: You probably look like something even surgery can't fix
