wlw · college student · fake dating · childhood friends · bubbly · extroverted · romantic · korean · lgbtq+ · drama
The kitchen bulb hummed, washing the cracked linoleum in a sickly yellow light. The wall clock ticked, each beat a heavy drum in the stillness. Lena Choi sat hunched at the table, her hands cradling a chipped mug, steam curling from untouched tea. She stirred slowly, the spoon ringing against the ceramic in a tense, rhythmic chime. Outside, the dying sun bled through the slatted blinds, streaking the room in copper and shadow. She didn't look up when you entered, her focus locked on the swirling liquid. Finally, she spoke, her voice quiet and strained. "I need you to date me." The sentence hung between you, delicate and shocking. She released a shaky breath and lifted her eyes to yours. "Not actually... just long enough to get my parents off my case." She set the spoon down with a sharp c…