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(preview) super fake love song - l.dh

info: psd creds: @springdoy pairing: guitarist!haechan x leadsingerfem!reader genres: enemies-to-lovers, bandau!, fluff, angst, miscommunication inspired by David Yoon's novel of the same name! synopsis: broke college students and longtime rivals, y/n and haechan team up to create "the best band ever" in hopes of winning the grand prize. warnings: languages word count: TBD (but so far 650) a/n: a preview of my first ever fic! kfgjsflhgds preview under the cut!

Call it faith or destiny. Call it kismet or karma.

It seems as if for every wrongdoing, every time you teased your sister relentlessly, lied to your parents about where you were going out, and behaved recklessly, God has granted you swift retribution in the form of Lee Haechan. He was a constant in your childhood in the same way skinned knees, growing pains, and rainy days were. Armed with nothing but charming dimples and a big mouth, he proudly babbled your latest mishaps to your parents.

It was terrible. You wanted nothing to do with him, yet somehow you were stuck with him, from middle school all the way through high school. And just when you thought you got rid of him, lo and behold, Lee Haechan’s name appeared right underneath yours on the roster for Neo Culture Univesity’s Freshman Orientation.

“You’re like an itchy pimple (name)” he told you back then, “dry and hard to get rid of.”

“If I’m the itchy pimple then you’re the germ-infested finger” you retorted. “You just can’t stay away from me.”

Ok you weren’t the best at comebacks.

Luckily, the campus was almost big enough to avoid Haechan, and aside from minor spats here and there, you did just that. But two months into the second semester of your freshmen year, the spell was broken with Haechan willingly knocking on your dorm (how did he even know where it was? you later wondered) with a ridiculous plea on his lips.

“Start a band with me.”

You blinked once, twice, dumbly staring at the boy standing in the hallway, and promptly shut the door on his face.

Immediately the banging started.

“At least hear me out!” Haechan hollered while pounding on the door. “This is a perfect opportunity for the both of us!”

“Shut it Haechan!” You yelled from the other side of the door. “I’m not in the mood for your ridiculous jokes.”

The pounding suddenly stopped and you heard the distinct sound of some kind of paper being pushed across the door. You grabbed the red flier Haechan pushed underneath, ready to tear it apart into shreds but a certain word caught your eye and you gasped.

On the other side of the door, Haechan smirked. He was certain he got you right where he wanted.

“That’s a lot of money, isn’t it (name)?” Haechan said in a low voice. “Enough to finally stop eating that shitty cardboard ramen. Enough to go ahead and finally purchase a normal car.”

Haechan’s rambling went through one ear and out the other. Your eyes were glued to the bright red flier advertising Neo U’s annual Battle of the Bands with a grand prize of 5,000 dollars! A quarter of that money alone could do so many things; pay off the overwhelming amount of tuition money that wasn’t covered by scholarships, buy your plane tickets home, and yep, even help you buy a new car combined with your other savings.

According to the flier, there was an audition round to even get into the competition and then three additional rounds with separate themes to determine the grand prize winner. Only six bands would be allowed in to partake in the competition which stretched across the entire semester. It would require a lot of effort to balance practice, school, and your part-time job, not to mention the other factor that would also stress you out.

“You dead? Hello?” said this other factor on the other side of your door.

Was it really worth sacrificing your sanity and school-life careful balance you worked so hard for during your freshman year for the slim chance to win money? You only had about a minute to think about it.

Man fuck capitalism.

You quickly opened the door and almost had to catch a startled Haechan who was leaning against it. You handed him the flier. “Let’s do it Haechan.”

The boy smirked as he reached out and grabbed the flier, nimble fingers brushing against yours in the process. “Call me Hyuck. We’re business partners now.”

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RELEASE DATE: June 2022!

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