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Yuto
was in
the bed of his hotel room, trying to relax. Hyunggu was taking a shower
in
their little bathroom, so he was finally enjoying some time alone.
He was on a
trip with his classmates and of course he was having a lot of fun
exploring new
places, but it can be really stressing for someone introverted like him
to be
“forced” to interact all day and all night with
other people for three whole
weeks, even having a really good friendship with the other guys and
girls.
Sometimes he felt like his “social batteries” were
needing a recharge, while
nobody else seemed to have the same problem.
A
trip is
also stressing if you’re forced to be often physically close
with your best
friend you’re developing a crush on. Lucky for him they were
not sharing the
room. He would have been forced to keep a straight face to hide his
feelings
and thoughts every single second of the day, and when he was near
Wooseok he
felt a lot of things but definitely not straight.
In the last
days things were worsening. For example, when they sat next each other
on the
bus to go visit places and their legs accidentally touched…
that simple casual
contact was enough to make his breathe stop for a moment. He knew what
Wooseok
was doing to his body, but suddenly he found himself trying to create
more
“casual” touching.
Someone
knocked at their door. Hyunggu was still taking his shower and he
probably
didn’t hear anything since he was singing in a very loud
tone, so Yuto left his
bed and went to open the door. He was happy to be distracted by his own
feelings, but apparently things weren’t going in that
direction since Wooseok
was standing there, wearing a pair of jeans and a fake-damaged pink
t-shirt. He
kept his hands in the jeans’ pockets and he was looking down,
like he was
nervous.
“Ehi” he
said when he saw Yuto, smiling nervously “you opened
quickly”.
“Yeah… I
was chilling in my bed, so… Anyway, do you need to tell me
something or…?”
“Yes, I
actually came here to ask you a favor, but I would like to keep it a
secret
between us, so I would prefer somewhere more…”
Wooseok didn’t complete his
sentence but pointed at the other’s room, where Hyunggu was
apparently doing a
concert.
Yuto
laughed. “Okay, so where do we need to go?” he
asked closing the door, ready to
follow the other.
“My room will
be free the whole night” Wooseok replied, heading at the end
of the corridor,
where his room was “my roommate went out with his
girlfriend”.
Yuto
entered the room, following his best friend. “Lucky you. I
would love to be
alone in the room sometimes”.
“Well, I would’ve preferred being roommate with you, but it’s not like the teachers left us choose, so it’s useless complaining now”.
Yuto
blushed. Wooseok wanted to be roommate with him.
Of course. Everyone wants to enjoy a trip with his best friend. Don’t make a fool of yourself.
“Anyway,
what’s the favor you needed?” Yuto asked, trying to
change the topic.
Wooseok bit
his lower lip. Yuto forced himself to not look there,
but he probably made something worst because he looked at
the other’s hands, and since he was torturing them they were
particularly
tense, with their knuckles accentuated and well – he had a
hand kind.
When
Wooseok finally spoke, his voice was… Can a voice be tiny?
“Do you
want to sit before we talk about it?” he asked, pointing at
the bed – the only
place they could sat on.
“Is
everything okay?” Yuto asked, sincerely worried.
“Well…
You’ll tell me if everything’s okay” the
other replied nervously.
Yuto sat on
the bed and waited for him to say something.
“Uhm… I
don’t know how to say this, but… I have a
secret” Wooseok whispered.
Yuto looked
at him in the eyes. “Do you want to… confess it to
me right now?”
Wooseok
didn’t reply. He just unlocked his phone and gave it to his
friend, inviting
him to look at the screen.
Yuto did it
with curiosity.
At
first he
didn’t realize what that was. It was an... Instagram account?
But there
was something weird about it.
Realization
hit him.
He was looking at some Wooseok hot pictures.
Nothing
too
much explicit, just some focuses on his body, on his lips, hands, legs,
with
flirty captions and his face never fully showing.
“What’s
this?” Yuto finally asked, crossing his legs.
“Have you
ever wondered where all of my money come of? Since my parents are not
that
rich…” Wooseok asked.
“Uhm, no?”
Wooseok
finally sat on the bed near Yuto. “Consider this. Everything
started like a
game for me. Someone from our school – I won’t say
who of course – has a
similar account. They post similar pictures, but at some point they had
an
idea: posting something with his ‘boyfriend’. It
was fake, of course: I wasn’t
their boyfriend, but, you know, those photographs broke this community,
we were
so popular and we didn’t even show our face for it! So after
some months of
being their special “guest” on their account I made
my own account”.
Yuto sighed
before speaking. “I have two questions now. One: how is this
related to you
having money? Two: why are you telling me this? I appreciate your
honesty,
but…”
Wooseok
blushed. “Money are related to this because, well, those pics
on my account are
not the only one I take of myself and, you know, they pay to have
them… And,
I’m telling you this because, well… I might need
someone to be my fake
boyfriend”.
A lot of thoughts crossed Yuto’s mind.
Is he asking to fetishize our
relationship? Our
fake relationship?
Why is he asking this to a boy?
Why me?
Will everything be fake?
What about our friendship?
“You
won’t
work for free, of course” Wooseok said after a lot of seconds
of awkward
silence.
Yuto
laughed hysterically. “I didn’t even… I
don’t care about money. I was just
thinking… is it right to sell something that actually
doesn’t exist?”
“Yuto, do
you realize our faces won’t be in the pics? Nothing about
that is real, we’re
just showing an aesthetic idea”.
“Why did
you ask me to do this? Why didn’t you ask anyone
else?”
“Do you
think I trust someone the way I trust you? Maybe you’ll think
different of me
now, but at least I’m pretty sure you won’t go
around telling everyone what I
just told you”.
Yuto was fluttered,
but he wanted to know
more. “Since when do you… sell them?”
“Almost a
year and a half now. Not to brag, but I’m pretty good at it.
People in this
community stay popular just for some months” Wooseok
replied… proudly?
“What’s the
average age of your followers? You know, I might decide to help you,
but
honestly I don’t think I’ll do it if
they’re older than my dad”.
“Actually
most of my followers are our age. Yuto, are you actually considering
this?”
Wooseok asked, trying to hide his hopeful smile.
“Maybe?
It’s like I’m exactly between the two possible
answers. Maybe knowing more of
this might help me choose”.
“If you
need time to think about it I won’t rush this”
Wooseok started, but Yuto
interrupted him.
“I’ll do it, and I want to start doing it now” he said with a cold tone.
Wooseok
looked
at him speechless. Yuto thanked every possible existing god for not
being asked
his reasons since it was just one, and a pathetic one to be honest.
In
the main
time, Wooseok took something from a black bag and handed it to him.
“Since you
want to help me, I have to ask you to wear these. Don’t
worry, everything’s
new, I’ve never used them”.
“Them” were
a super tight black pair of shorts and a black tank top.
“Are we
doing this… now? Oh, wait, I asked you to do it now,
so… Uhm” Yuto mumbled,
confused. He went in the bathroom to wear them trying not to overthink,
trying
not to think about the fact his pics were going to be seen by a lot of
perverts. His head was literally empty except for a little voice
repeating fake Wooseok’s boyfriend
on loop, maybe
not putting the right emphasis on the “fake” part.
When he
went back to the room he felt the coldness on his skin.
Wooseok
quickly looked at him, murmured something unintelligible and then he
said “come
here”.
“Here” was
right in front of a big mirror. Yuto went near Wooseok waiting for
instructions, but the other didn’t reply and just pulled him.
Wooseok placed
his left arm right on top of Yuto’ stomach, with his thumb
under the waistband,
slightly caressing his bare skin. Yuto’s back and
Wooseok’s chest were
basically attached now.
Wooseok
pulled Yuto back just a little bit, then he took some selfies.
Then,
Wooseok leaned his head, his lips on the other’s neck.
Yuto froze,
while Wooseok took some really close photos at his neck.
“These are
extremely good. I didn’t expect us to have such chemistry on
screen” Wooseok
said after a while, laughing, letting the other go and looking at his
phone.
Yuto was
confused to say the least. What just happened to him?
“Can I see
them?” he simply asked after a while.
Wooseok
nodded, so the other sat near him on the bad to look at the results.
Apparently Wooseok was right: the looked extremely good together on screen.
***
Later
that
night, Yuto couldn’t sleep. He couldn’t stop
feeling Wooseok’s embrace all over
him.
He unlocked
his phone trying to distract himself, but that didn’t work
since the first
thing he did was opening the Instagram app and searching the username
he saw on
Wooseok’s account.
The other
boy was still awaken. His last post was published just a few seconds
ago.
It contained
five of the photos they took together.
Yuto
noticed two things right before falling asleep.
One, the pics he choose to
publish were mostly zooms of his arm around Yuto's belt.
Two, Wooseok didn’t publish any of the
pics in which he was kissing his neck.