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My smiley boy 😍

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Girl Dinner

pairing: George russell x kpop idol! reader

summary: In the fast-paced world of Formula 1, George Russell finds an unexpected escape in Y/N, a Le Sserafim member known for her captivating food vlogs

word count: idk

Genre: SMAU/Fluff

Inspired by my fav youtuber doobydobap <3

George sighed as he sank into the soft cushions of his living room couch, finally able to relax after a long day at the track. His phone buzzed in his hand—another meme from Lando, something about who’s the better driver this week. George rolled his eyes and swiped it away. He was tired of the constant comparisons, the endless questions. Every interview felt like another round of “Who’s better at this or that?” Sometimes, he just needed a break from it all.

He opened YouTube, aimlessly scrolling for something different. His eyes landed on a video thumbnail of a table filled with delicious-looking food, and a girl grinning beside it. The title caught his attention: My Guide to the BEST Street Food in Seoul.

“Why not,” George muttered to himself, tapping on the video.

The screen came to life with vibrant shots of Seoul’s bustling street food scene. Y/N was walking through the streets, introducing various foods with a bright, excited energy. George was immediately hooked. There was something about the way she talked—effortless, funny, and completely herself.

She picked up a small snack, inspecting it before taking a bite. "They’re much smaller than the big ones that are filled with roe," she said, holding up the dish with a mischievous smile, "but just because it's small doesn’t mean it ain’t tasty—and that applies to many things." She winked at the camera, making George choke on his water mid-sip.

He sat up straighter, a grin forming on his face. “What did I just stumble into?”

The video continued with her taking massive bites, describing each dish with vivid details that somehow made George’s mouth water, even though he wasn’t usually into food videos. But it wasn’t just the food—it was her personality. She had this way of making everything seem light and fun, as if the whole world was just a giant playground of flavors.

George leaned back, a smile tugging at his lips. For the first time in a while, he wasn’t thinking about racing or interviews. Just food... and her.

Y/N’s POV

The cameras were rolling, capturing every moment as Y/N and Yunjin stood in front of a colorful street food stall. Today’s challenge for Le Sserafim’s YouTube channel was a mix of dares and foodie adventures, and Yunjin was ready to dive in.

“Welcome back, everyone!” Y/N cheered into the camera. “Today, Yunjin and I are taking on the ultimate street food dare. We’ve got some spicy dishes and a few random dares to complete. Ready, Yunjin?”

Yunjin grinned, nervously holding a skewer of spicy tteokbokki. “Ready as I’ll ever be!”

The first dare popped up on Y/N’s phone: Talk about something you’re passionate about while eating something spicy.

Y/N took a large bite of the tteokbokki, her eyes widening at the heat. “Alright, here we go. So, I’ve got this major passion for cars. I’m fascinated by everything from the sleek designs to the roar of the engines. If I weren’t doing food vlogs and idol stuff, I’d probably be somewhere working with cars. I love the speed, the engineering—just the whole vibe of it.”

Yunjin laughed, struggling to keep her composure as the spice hit her. “You and your cars! I’ve seen you talk about them all the time. And speaking of busy, we’ve got a lot to do before our next tour. Packing, rehearsals... it’s going to be a whirlwind.”

Y/N nodded, wiping her forehead. “Yeah, it’s going to be hectic, but it’s worth it. And who knows, maybe I’ll get a chance to drive something amazing before we head out.”

The challenge continued with both of them trying various spicy dishes and completing their dares, their laughter and camaraderie shining through. The video wrapped up with Y/N and Yunjin excitedly discussing their upcoming tour and the busy schedule ahead.

George’s POV

George was sprawled on the couch in his hotel room, catching a break after the Suzuka GP. His phone buzzed with new content, and he opened one of Y/N’s food vlogs out of curiosity. He was halfway through when Yuki Tsunoda burst into the room with a couple of drinks and a big grin.

“Hey, George!” Yuki exclaimed. “Mind if I join you for a bit?”

“Of course not,” George replied, gesturing to the couch. “I was just watching this food vlogger. She’s really something.”

Yuki flopped down next to him and glanced at the screen. His eyes widened as he recognized Y/N. “Wait, is that Y/N? The food vlogger?”

George nodded, still engrossed in the video. “Yeah, she’s got this great style. I didn’t expect her to be so... engaging.”

Yuki’s expression shifted to one of excitement. “You know, I’ve got to tell you something. You might find this interesting.”

George looked up, curious. “Oh? What’s up?”

Yuki leaned in, a mischievous smile on his face. “So, Y/N... she’s actually a member of a famous K-pop group.”

George blinked in surprise. “What? Are you serious?”

Yuki nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, she’s in Le Sserafim. I didn’t realize you didn’t know. She’s huge worldwide”

George’s eyes widened. “No way. I had no idea. She’s just been this really cool food vlogger to me.”

Yuki chuckled. “Yeah, she’s got this whole other side to her. You should see their music videos. They’re amazing.”

George was intrigued. “You know what, let’s watch some of their stuff.”

Yuki grinned and pulled out his laptop, navigating to Le Sserafim’s music videos. They started with a recent MV, and as the vibrant visuals and catchy beats filled the room, George found himself captivated. Y/N’s stage presence was magnetic, and he was surprised by how much he enjoyed it.

As they moved through the videos, George’s initial surprise turned into admiration. “Wow, I had no idea she was such a star. She’s incredible.”

Yuki nodded. “Yeah, she really is. And she’s so down-to-earth. I think you might be more into her now, huh?”

George laughed, a little embarrassed. “You could say that. She’s definitely caught my attention in a whole new way.”

They spent the next hour watching various clips, George becoming more engrossed in Y/N’s multifaceted talent. By the end of their impromptu viewing session, he was thoroughly impressed and even more intrigued by her.

When the viewing session ended, George picked up his phone and hesitated for a moment before searching for Y/N’s Instagram account. With a smile, he hit the follow button, feeling a newfound connection to the talented and intriguing woman behind the food vlogs.

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@georgerussell63 I'm mess in distress but still the best dressed

Thank u @yukitsunoda0511 for the pics🐥

Comments

@alex_albon you went to THE le sserafim consert without me!? Here I thought we were friends

@yukitsunoda0511 😼

@user119 george in his oppa era?🧐

@pierregasly ofc yuki took the pictures u could never take aesthetic picture like that

@user143 wait george be looking extra scrumdelicious lately

@user66 why know one told me george listens to le sserafim 🫢 because that's my mother in 2nd slide

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George POV

George was in the paddock, taking a moment to relax and scroll through Instagram on his phone. The usual buzz of activity surrounded him as teams prepared for the next race, but George was lost in his own world, scrolling through his feed.

He stumbled across a post from Calvin Klein featuring Y/N in their latest campaign. The photos were stunning—Y/N looked absolutely breathtaking , modern outfits. George’s eyes widened in awe as he saw the images of her effortlessly posing and exuding confidence.

Unable to contain his excitement, George let out an involuntary shout. “Oh my—”

A few of the other drivers, including Yuki, glanced over at him, intrigued by his reaction. Yuki’s lips curled into a knowing smile as he watched George’s enthusiastic response. He had seen George’s interest in Y/N grow over time and found the situation amusing.

Yuki chuckled softly, catching George’s eye. “Looks like someone’s having a fanboy moment,” he teased, fully aware of the reason behind George’s excitement.

George barely registered Yuki’s comment. His mind was racing, and Without a moment's hesitation, His excitement grew as he remembered that Calvin Klein had invited him to their upcoming party. This was the perfect opportunity to get involved, especially with the new collection making waves.

He couldn’t wait any longer. George bolted to his manager’s office, bursting through the door with so much energy that his manager nearly jumped out of his chair.

“H-Hey, George!” his manager stammered, wide-eyed, visibly startled by the sudden entrance. “What’s—what’s happening?”

“I just saw the Calvin Klein collection!” George blurted out, barely able to contain himself. “And we need to say yes to that party invite. Now!”

His manager, still trying to gather himself, blinked rapidly, stumbling over his words. “O-O-Okay! Y-Yes, right away! I’ll...I’ll handle it, no problem.”

George’s enthusiasm didn’t waver as he grinned. “Good! Make it happen!”

The Calvin Klein party was buzzing with energy, fashion icons and celebrities filling the room. George, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness, casually sipped his drink as he scanned the room. But then, he saw her—Y/N, effortlessly stunning, standing near a group of people, laughing and engaging in conversation.

It felt as though time had slowed down. The music faded into the background, the buzz of the party muffled, as his gaze locked onto her. Something about the way she carried herself, the confidence and grace, left him frozen in place. His heart pounded in his chest, and he knew he had to talk to her. Gathering every ounce of courage, he walked over.

“Hi,” George said, voice surprisingly steady despite the excitement coursing through him.

Y/N turned, her eyes meeting his, and for a moment, neither of them spoke. The intensity of their connection hit both of them like a tidal wave. She smiled warmly, and it was as if the world shrunk down to just the two of them.

“Hey, George Russell, right?” Y/N asked, her tone light but with a sparkle of recognition in her eyes.

He grinned, nodding. “Yeah, that’s me. I... uh... saw your Calvin Klein shoot. You absolutely killed it.”

“Thank you!” she laughed softly, clearly flattered. “I’ve actually been getting into Formula 1 recently, so it’s crazy to meet you here.”

His heart skipped a beat. “No way, really? You’ve been watching the races?”

“Yeah,” she said, her eyes lighting up. “It’s fascinating—especially seeing how everything works behind the scenes. The adrenaline, the speed, it’s so intense.”

George felt the connection deepening. They fell into easy conversation, bouncing between their mutual love for fashion, traveling, and fast cars. Every word she spoke made George feel as if he had known her forever. They shared so many of the same interests, and the more they talked, the more captivated he became. Time flew by without them even noticing.

As the party began to wind down, George hesitated for a brief moment but decided to go for it. “I’ve really enjoyed talking with you tonight. Would you—uh, if you’re free, want to come to the Austrian Grand Prix? I think you’d really love it. Maybe I could show you around the paddock?”

Y/N’s eyes lit up, a soft smile playing on her lips. “I’d love that.”

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"What a wonderful night @georgerussell63"

After the Calvin Klein party, George and Y/N stayed in touch almost every day. At first, it was casual—sharing memes, discussing travel plans, and talking about their busy schedules.

George and Y/N always seemed to do a quick call between meetings, or FaceTime sessions whenever they could. Most often, Y/N would call him while she was cooking, her love for food shining through in every dish she made.

“Guess what I’m making tonight,” Y/N teased one evening, the sound of pots and pans clinking in the background as her camera showed her busy kitchen.

George leaned back in his chair, a smile tugging at his lips. “Let me guess…something delicious?”

Y/N laughed, giving the camera a little wink. “You know it. But you’ll have to wait and see. Maybe I’ll send you a plate.”

He couldn’t help but admire how much passion she had for cooking. He’d watch as she diced vegetables or stirred sauces, completely in her element. The sight of her in the kitchen, focused and happy, made his heart swell.

Sometimes, he’d even join her. They’d both be in their own kitchens, cooking the same meal during their FaceTime calls. George wasn’t the best cook, but with her guidance, he managed to whip up a few decent dishes.

“You’re doing great,” Y/N would encourage, laughing as he fumbled with a pan. “Maybe next time, you’ll cook for me in person.”

“That’s a deal,” George replied with a grin, his eyes never leaving hers on the screen.

Somewhere along the way, admiration had quietly morphed into something deeper. Something that felt a lot like love.

George’s POV

The Austrian GP was finally here, and George couldn’t shake the nervous excitement he felt knowing Y/N would be watching him live from the paddock. He had invited her to the race weeks ago, and now it was happening. After arriving at the circuit, George quickly texted her:

George: Hey! You here? I’ll come get you.

A few moments later, he spotted her in the paddock, looking effortlessly chic in her Mercedes team pass, smiling when she saw him. He guided her through the chaos of the paddock and into the serene comfort of the Mercedes hospitality suite.

“Welcome to my world,” George said with a grin.

Y/N beamed back. “This is insane! Everything looks so different in person.”

They spent the pre-race together, George showing her around, explaining the details of what went on behind the scenes, and making sure she was comfortable.

“Good luck out there,” Y/N whispered, as he headed to his car. She didn’t realize how much she truly cared for him until she saw the determination in his eyes. The feelings that had slowly bloomed over the weeks felt undeniably real now.

The lights went out, and the Austrian GP was underway. George drove like a man possessed—each lap faster, smoother, more precise. Y/N watched from the Mercedes suite, her heart pounding with every corner he took. It was a fierce race, with George battling for the top spot. And then, in a thrilling final lap, he overtook his rival, crossing the finish line first.

Cheers erupted around the track, but George’s eyes immediately searched for her. As the podium celebrations began, champagne spraying everywhere, he stood at the top, a wide grin on his face. His gaze never left Y/N. In that moment, he wasn’t just celebrating the win—he was sharing it with her.

The celebration was in full swing. Music pulsed through the club, and George couldn’t keep his eyes off her—not that he even tried. They had been glued to each other since the moment they stepped inside. With every beat of the music, every sway of her body next to his, George felt the tension between them build.

Y/N was radiant, her energy infectious as they danced together, their movements synced as if they had done this a hundred times before. There were other people around them, fellow drivers, friends, and fans, but to George, the room had blurred into a haze. It was just them. Every laugh, every smile, every brush of her skin against his sent a jolt through him.

At one point, she leaned into his ear to say something, her breath warm against his skin. He couldn’t even remember what she said, just the way her voice made his heart race. They moved together on the dance floor, effortlessly, like they had done this all their lives.

As the night wore on, neither could bear to leave the other’s side. They were locked in this invisible pull, their bodies close, their hands occasionally brushing. It felt like the world outside didn’t exist—just the two of them, wrapped up in the magic of the night.

On their way back to George’s condo, the car ride was quiet, but the air between them buzzed with unspoken words. Y/N glanced at him every now and then, a soft smile playing on her lips, and George couldn’t help but grin back.

As the car pulled up to his place and Y/N reached for the door handle, George, feeling the weight of the moment, decided to take a leap. He cleared his throat and with a small, mischievous grin, said, “Ramyeon meokgo gallae?” in his best, slightly awkward, British-accented Korean.

Y/N froze for a second, her hand pausing on the door, before she burst into laughter. “Did you just…?”

He chuckled, his face warm. “Yeah, I thought I’d give it a try.”

She shook her head, still laughing softly. “You’re adorable.”

The tension that had been building all night finally cracked, and as Y/N smiled at him, George knew that whatever happened next would change everything. She stepped back inside the car, shutting the door behind her, and leaned closer to him, her eyes sparkling.

And from there, the rest was history.

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@alex_albon really the person who burned the water

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Whats the music scene/art exchange like in north korea? ive read american propaganda that nk citizens get executed/sent to labor camps for possession of kdrama or kpop cds… but then theres also that one group of south korean protestors (?) that used to play south korean music over the loudspeaker near the border… so Im assuming people are aware of it. idk i always thought getting sentenced to hard labor for the crime of [checks notes] listening to SNSD sounded comically fake to me.

Nobody gets executed for owning Kpop/Kdrama cds but people also generally don’t own those sorts of things. Of course there are people who do and I believe they would probably get hit with a fine if ever found out, but really ownership of foreign media is very much a don’t ask don’t tell situation.

You aren’t supposed to own media created by states who want to blow North Korea up for… obvious reasons lmao. Also the Kpop industry is infamously abusive towards idols mostly due to the desire to exploit them for the most total capital, again, not something the dprk exactly wants to promote.

We do actually have a pretty good state funded movie industry, films and TV shows come out at a snails pace but when they do come out they tend to be pretty good, most of our films/shows also involve a big musical aspect which is where tones of super popular North Korean music comes from. The song “flower girl” was actually so inescapable when I was a kid like that movie came out in 1972 LET IT GOOOO 😭😭 English Wikipedia actually has a more comprehensive list of North Korean films and shows then Korean Wikipedia which is a bit funny.

As for the art side, art is pretty well funded within the dprk. It has probably changed since but when me and my mother lived there it was set up where the government would fund the artists and basically about a quarter to a half of their art would be offical government stuff, yk the typical North Korean propaganda posters, and the rest was literally whatever they wanted to do.

Here is some non political north Korean art (obviously all art is political but I’m sure you get my pint)

And here are some North Korean potters working in their Pyongyang studio:

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Pls just take my sister

Idol! Wonyoung X Actor! Reader

Description: What if Y/N and Jang Da-a, Wonyoung's sister, acted together in the drama Pyramid Game and got caught in dating rumors? What if Y/N started hosting a show with Wonyoung, while Da-a secretly liked Y/N too? What if Wonyoung, likes y/n too?

Tags: Idol! Smau; Smau + written; jealousy 😭; pining; denial?

Warnings: kys/kms jokes; strong language; insults;

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Status: Finished

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Hierarchy

Part 2 : Jooshin High

Y/n's POV

The imposing facade of Jooshin High loomed over me, a monolith of privilege and power. As I stepped through the grand entrance, I felt like a small fish swimming into a vast, unfamiliar ocean. The air was thick with the scent of wealth and exclusivity, and the students who filled the hallways were a stark contrast to the kids I grew up with.

I followed the signs to the school hall, my heart pounding in my chest. As I entered the vast space, I felt a wave of intimidation wash over me. The hall was filled with students who looked like they had stepped out of a fashion magazine. Their clothes were expensive, their smiles perfect, and their confidence exuded an aura of superiority.

I found an empty seat at the back of the hall and tried to make myself as small as possible. I was about to take a deep breath when a group of students grabbed my arm and pulled me away from the seat.

“Hey, that’s our seat,” one of them said, his voice dripping with contempt.

I looked around, confused. There were plenty of other empty seats. Why were they picking on me?

“Didn’t you see the sign?” another student sneered. “This section is for privileged students only. Scholarship students belong at the back.”

My face burned with humiliation. I had been so focused on blending in that I hadn’t noticed the small, gold sign indicating the seating arrangement.

I was dragged to the back of the hall and forced to sit among the other scholarship students. They were a motley crew, a stark contrast to the privileged students who occupied the front rows.

As I sat there, feeling like a loser, the large double doors at the front of the hall swung open. A hush fell over the crowd as a group of incredibly attractive students entered the hall. They walked with a sense of entitlement, their heads held high. They took their seats in the front row, their perfect posture and flawless outfits making them look like they belonged on a fashion runway.

A few minutes later, the principal, a stern-looking woman with a sharp gaze, walked onto the stage. She welcomed everyone to Jooshin High and gave a brief overview of the school’s history.

As she spoke, I couldn’t help but notice the way the privileged students were eyeing us, the scholarship students. It was as if we were prey and they were predators.

The principal’s speech was interrupted by the sound of applause. A beautiful girl, with long, flowing black hair and piercing blue eyes, was walking towards the stage. She was tall and slender, with a perfect figure. Her every movement was graceful and elegant.

I was captivated by her beauty. She looked like a goddess, a vision of perfection. I had never seen anyone so stunning in my life.

As she reached the podium, the entire hall fell silent. She was Park Sohyun, the queen bee of Jooshin High, the girl I had heard about but never seen before.

She began to speak, her voice clear and confident. She talked about the school’s rich history and the importance of upholding its traditions. But then, her tone changed.

“Jooshin High is a place for the elite,” she said, her voice dripping with contempt. “A place for those who have been born into privilege. It’s a place where hard work and talent are irrelevant.”

She paused, her eyes scanning the crowd. When her gaze landed on the scholarship students, a cold smile crept across her face.

“Some of you may have managed to sneak your way into this prestigious institution,” she continued, her voice growing colder. “But let me be clear: you do not belong here. You are imposters, pretenders. You will never be one of us.”

A wave of laughter erupted from the privileged students. It was a cruel, mocking sound that echoed through the hall. The scholarship students sat in stunned silence, their faces paling with fear. A cold dread settled over them. They realized they had walked into a highway to hell itself.

Sohyun stood there, a triumphant smirk playing on her lips.

The laughter finally died down, and the principal stepped forward to regain control of the situation. Her voice, though firm, held a hint of uncertainty.

“Thank you, Sohyun, for your... unique perspective,” she said, her voice strained. “Now, let us move on to the practicalities of the new school year. As you all know, Jooshin High offers a diverse range of academic programs..."

Sohyun's POV

The endless drone of the principal’s voice was a monotonous hum in the background, a dull ache against the vibrant pulse of anticipation that surged through me. I glanced around at the sea of expectant faces, their eyes glued to the stage, their expressions a mix of boredom and feigned interest. I had played my part, delivered my lines with the calculated precision of a seasoned actress. Now, it was time for the curtain to fall.

With a subtle shift in my posture, I drew attention away from the stage and towards myself. A discreet glance around confirmed my suspicion. No one was paying attention to me. It was time.

Rising from my seat, I moved with a deliberate grace, my steps echoing through the hushed hall. As I turned to leave, I caught a glimpse of the scholarship students, their eyes wide with fear and resentment. A flicker of satisfaction passed through me. They were exactly where I wanted them to be.

The bathroom was a sanctuary, a brief respite from the suffocating atmosphere of the school. I locked the door behind me and leaned against the cool tiles, exhaling slowly. Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out the sleek silver device. With a deft hand, I slipped it to my lips, inhaling deeply. The vapor filled my lungs, a soothing balm against the rising tide of anxiety.

I closed my eyes, letting the world fade away for a moment. The taste of the vapor was a familiar comfort, a constant in a life filled with uncertainty. As I exhaled, I felt a sense of calm wash over me.

My phone buzzed in my pocket, jarring me back to reality. I pulled it out, my heart pounding. A new message. My fingers trembled as I unlocked the phone and opened the message. A wave of nausea washed over me as I read the words.

Photos. Threats. Blackmail. A sight so horrible and horrifying, that immediately makes my whole body trembled in fear.

The world seemed to tilt on its axis. I felt a cold dread creeping into my bones, a fear I hadn’t experienced in years. The images flashed through my mind, a haunting reminder of a past I desperately wanted to forget.

My hands shook as I tried to steady my breath. I needed air, fresh air. I fumbled for my inhaler, my fingers clumsy with fear. Just as I was about to take a deep breath, the bathroom door swung open.

Gaeul stood in the doorway, her expression a mix of concern and surprise.

“Sohyun, are you okay?” she asked, her voice filled with worry.

I nodded, trying to mask the panic in my voice. “Yeah, just having a bit of... Something,” I lied.

Gaeul hesitated, her eyes scanning my face. “Here,” she said, handing me her inhaler. “Take a deep breath.”

I accepted the inhaler gratefully, taking a long, slow inhale. The menthol hit my lungs, and I felt a sense of relief wash over me.

“Thanks,” I said, my voice barely a whisper.

Gaeul nodded, her eyes still filled with concern. “Gurll... Are you sure you’re okay? You look pale.”

I forced a smile. “I’m fine. Just a little stressed, that’s all.”

Gaeul studied me for a moment longer before finally nodding. “Okay, but if you need anything, just let me know.”

I nodded, relieved that she didn’t push. As she turned to leave, I felt a surge of gratitude. Gaeul was one of the few people who truly cared about me.

I was alone again. The bathroom tiles seemed to close in around me, the walls growing taller, the ceiling lower. The images from the phone replayed in my mind, a relentless torment.

I had thought I had escaped my past, buried it deep beneath layers of success and privilege. But now, it was back, more menacing than ever. This time, they knew my weakness.

The realization hit me like a cold shower. They knew where to find me, who I was with. My carefully constructed facade was crumbling, revealing the vulnerable girl beneath. Panic seized me. I had to get out of here.

My phone buzzed again. Another message. I didn’t need to open it to know what it contained. More threats, more demands. My heart pounded in my ears. I had to think, to plan. But my mind was racing, a whirlwind of fear and confusion.

I stumbled to the sink, splashing cold water on my face. The shock of the cold water was a brief respite from the chaos in my mind. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. The girl staring back at me was a stranger, her eyes filled with a terror she hadn’t felt in years.

A wave of dizziness washed over me. My vision blurred, and my legs felt weak. I clutched the edge of the sink for support, my breath coming in short, rapid gasps. The world was spinning, and I couldn’t focus. Fear, pure and unadulterated, consumed me.

I slid down the wall, my knees buckling beneath me. My heart pounded in my ears, a deafening drumbeat. I couldn’t breathe. I was suffocating.

A cold sweat broke out on my forehead, and my vision began to tunnel. I was losing control. The bathroom seemed to close in around me, a claustrophobic tomb.

Just as I was about to give in to the darkness, I heard the door open. Gaeul rushed in, her face etched with concern.

“Sohyun, what’s wrong?” she asked, her voice filled with alarm.

I couldn’t respond. I could only gasp for air. Gaeul knelt beside me, her hands gentle on my shoulders.

“Breathe, Sohyun, breathe,” she said calmly. “You’re safe. You’re safe.”

Her words were like an anchor, grounding me in the moment. Slowly, I began to regain control of my breathing. With Gaeul’s help, I managed to stand up, leaning against the wall for support.

“I’m okay,” I managed to whisper, my voice hoarse.

Gaeul nodded, her eyes still filled with worry. “We need to get you out of here,” she said.

I nodded, grateful for her presence. As we walked out of the bathroom, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. I was safe, for now.

Whatever happened, I can't let anyone know this. If they find out, My whole life will be ruined.

??? POV

A cold, calculating gaze watched the scene unfold. A smirk crept across the observer's face as they watched the fear and vulnerability etched on Sohyun's face. This was just the beginning.

"You think you're safe now, Sohyun?" a voice whispered into the darkness. "But I'm watching you. Every move, every breath."

A chilling laugh echoed through the silent room.

"Soon, everyone will know your darkest secrets. Your perfect image will shatter, like glass under a hammer. Your friends, your family, even your beloved school... they will all turn their backs on you."

The observer leaned forward, their eyes glinting with malice.

"And when that happens, you'll wish you were never born."

A sinister chuckle filled the room as the observer opened a file, revealing a collection of photos, videos, and documents, each one a piece of Sohyun's carefully constructed facade.

The End

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