Rain tapped softly against the apartment window while your laptop screen glowed in the dark room.
You should've been asleep an hour ago.
Instead, you were staring at your ex-boyfriend's newest Instagram post with the kind of expression usually reserved for crime documentaries.
kang sun ji uploaded 3 photos.
Photo one:
him smiling.
Photo two:
his arm around a girl with perfect eyeliner and expensive-looking hair.
Photo three:
him captioning it—"Some things are worth the wait."
You blinked slowly.
Y/n:- "Worth the wait? You dated me for two years." (whispered)
From across the couch, your best friend Mina looked up from her instant ramen.
Mina:- "He upgraded to a girl who definitely says 'sparkling water' instead of 'Sprite.'"
You threw a pillow at her.
She dodged it easily.
Mina:- "You know what," Mina continued dramatically, "this is exactly why women need fake boyfriends."
Y/n:- "I don't need a fake boyfriend."
Mina:- "Correction," pointing her chopsticks at you, "you need a hotter fake boyfriend."
You rolled your eyes, but your fingers were already reopening Instagram.
Dangerous.
Very dangerous.
Mina crawled across the couch until she was peering over your shoulder.

Mina:- "Oh my God," she gasped. "Do it."
Y/n:- "Do what?"
Mina:- "Post a revenge boyfriend picture."
Y/n:- "That's insane."
Mina:- "That's iconic."
You snorted despite yourself.
The truth was, you weren't heartbroken anymore.
Not really.
Just embarrassed.
sun ji had spent months making you feel difficult to love—too emotional, too messy, too ordinary.
And now he was online acting like the lead in a romance movie.
Mina shoved your laptop slightly.
Mina:- "Come on. Just one post. You literally edit photos for a living."
You hesitated.
Then sighed.

Y/n:- "Fine."

Mina screamed loud enough for the upstairs neighbor to stomp on the floor.
You opened an old selfie from last month—a blurry late-night convenience store picture where you somehow looked prettier than usual.
Then you searched for a male figure image online.
Not a celebrity.
Not anyone recognizable.
Just someone with broad shoulders and a nice coat.
Mina:- "You're terrifyingly good at this," Mina muttered as you adjusted shadows and lighting.
Y/n:- "Thank you."
Mina:- "No, morally this is concerning."
Ten minutes later, the photo looked disturbingly real.
The mystery man stood beside you casually, one hand in his pocket while you smiled at the camera.
It looked intimate.
Natural.
Like a hidden relationship soft-launch.
Mina grabbed your shoulders dramatically.
Mina:- "Post it."
You laughed nervously.
Y/n:-"This is stupid."

Mina:- "Exactly. Post it."

Maybe it was the exhaustion.
Maybe it was pride.
Maybe it was the tiny cruel part of you that wanted Sun ji to see it.
Whatever the reason—You posted it.
No caption.
Just a black heart.
For five whole minutes, nothing happened.
Then your phone vibrated.
And vibrated again.
And again.
Mina frowned.
Mina:- "...Why are there so many notifications?"
You refreshed the page.
17 comments.
42 comments.
103 comments.
Your stomach dropped slightly.
Y/n:- "What the hell?"
Then the DMs started.
   UNKNOWN:
> WHERE DID YOU GET THIS PHOTO??
   UNKNOWN:
> IS THAT HIM???
   UNKNOWN:
> GIRL ANSWER RIGHT NOW

Mina slowly sat up straighter.

Mina:- "What's happening?"

Y/n:- "I don't know."

Your phone rang suddenly.
Then another call came before the first ended.
Twitter notifications exploded next.
You opened one trending post.
And felt your soul leave your body.
@TAEFILES
> WAIT ISN'T THIS KIM TAEHYUNG???
Attached beneath it was your photo.
Zoomed in.
Circled.
Analyzed.
Another post appeared seconds later.
@dailyv
> KIM TAEHYUNG SPOTTED WITH MYSTERY WOMAN???
Y/n:- "No" whispered.
Mina grabbed your phone.
Then she froze.
Mina:- "...Oh my God."
Your throat went dry.
Because now you recognized him too.
The sharp jawline.
The expensive coat.
The unreadable expression.

Kim Taehyung.

The reclusive heir to VANTECH—the largest tech company in Korea.
A man famous for avoiding cameras.
A man whose private life was practically government-level classified.
And you had accidentally posted him as your fake boyfriend.
Your notifications climbed into the thousands.
TikTok edits appeared within minutes.
People were comparing the coat in your picture to paparazzi shots from months ago.
Someone found the exact location of the original image.
Someone else claimed your reflection was visible in his watch.
Y/n:- "How are people this insane?" Mina looked ready to pass out.

Mina:- "You need to delete it."

You reached for your phone—Too late.
News accounts had already reposted it.
Your ex texted immediately.
kang sun ji:
> Who the hell is that guy?
You stared at the message blankly.
Then another notification appeared.
Unknown Number.
You answered shakily.
Y/n:- "...Hello?"
A calm female voice replied.
??:- "Good evening. Am I speaking to Miss Y/N?"
Your heart pounded.
Y/n:- "Yes?"

Secretary Kang:- "This is Secretary Kang from VANTECH Holdings."

Silence.
Then:
Secretary Kang:- "Mr. Kim Taehyung would like to meet you tomorrow morning."
Your brain stopped functioning.
Y/n:- "...What?"
Secretary Kang:- "An address will be sent shortly. Please arrive by eight."
The call ended.
Mina stared at you.
You stared back.
Neither of you spoke for a full ten seconds.
Then:
Mina:- "I think," Mina said weakly, "you might be going to prison."