The neon lights of Seoul buzzed outside Y/N’s tiny apartment, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across her laptop screen. At 17, she was a dreamer, lost in the world of K-pop forums and late-night chats on an obscure online platform called StarryNights. Her username, MoonlitDreamer, glowed softly as she typed furiously, giggling at the latest message from StarryVibes.
StarryVibes: Yo, Moonlit, you’re so dramatic, lol. Bet you’re secretly a K-drama queen IRL.
MoonlitDreamer: Lol, says the one who cried over that puppy video last week!
Y/N thought StarryVibes was a girl—her profile picture was a pastel aesthetic of cherry blossoms, and their chats were filled with gushing over BTS, skincare routines, and the latest rom-coms. They’d been talking for months, bonding over shared obsessions and late-night confessions. Y/N felt safe, like she’d found a soulmate in the chaos of the internet.
One night, the conversation took a deeper turn.
StarryVibes: So, what’s your biggest fear?
MoonlitDreamer: Hmm… being lied to, I guess. I hate when people pretend to be something they’re not. You?
StarryVibes: Same. Trust is everything.
Y/N smiled, her heart warm. But a week later, everything shattered. During a casual chat, StarryVibes slipped up, mentioning a basketball game they’d played with “the guys.” Y/N’s fingers froze over the keyboard.
MoonlitDreamer: Wait… you’re a guy?
The response took too long. StarryVibes: Yeah… I didn’t mean to hide it. I just thought it didn’t matter.
Y/N’s stomach churned. Betrayal stung like a slap. She’d shared so much—her crushes, her insecurities, her dreams—thinking she was talking to a girl. Furious, she typed a scathing message.
MoonlitDreamer: You’re a liar! I trusted you, and you played me like an idiot. Don’t ever contact me again, creep!
She blocked StarryVibes without waiting for a reply, tears streaming down her face. The internet felt colder after that, and Y/N swore she’d never let anyone deceive her again.
Seven Years Later:
At 24, Y/N was a force to be reckoned with. She’d graduated top of her class in graphic design and landed a coveted job at Aether Studios, a cutting-edge creative agency in Gangnam. Her determination and talent made her a standout, and her colleagues adored her fiery spirit. But Y/N kept her heart guarded, focusing on her career and avoiding romance like it was a plague.
Her boss, Kim Taehyung, was the talk of the office. At 27, he was the youngest creative director in Aether’s history—tall, muscular, with sharp cheekbones and a smoldering gaze that could melt steel. His tailored suits hugged his frame perfectly, and his deep voice sent shivers down spines. Taehyung was a perfectionist, but he had a soft spot for Y/N. Her bold designs and relentless work ethic impressed him, and he often singled her out for praise during meetings.
“Y/N, your pitch for the Luxe campaign was flawless,” Taehyung said one day, leaning against her desk. His cologne, a mix of cedar and spice, made her head spin. “Keep this up, and you’ll be leading your own team soon.”
Y/N blushed, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Thank you, Mr. Kim. I’m just doing my job.”
“Call me Taehyung,” he said, his lips curling into a smirk. “Mr. Kim makes me feel old.”
Her coworkers, Minji and Haneul, teased her relentlessly after he walked away. “Girl, he’s totally into you!” Minji whispered, nudging her. “Have you seen the way he looks at you? Like you’re a whole meal!”
“Shut up,” Y/N hissed, but her cheeks burned. Taehyung was undeniably hot, but she wasn’t about to mix work with pleasure. Besides, she didn’t trust her heart—not after StarryVibes.
The Revelation:
One Friday, the team stayed late to finalize a project. Taehyung ordered takeout, and the office turned into a chaotic mess of fried chicken and soju. Y/N, slightly tipsy, was laughing with Haneul when Taehyung approached, holding two glasses of wine.
“Mind if I join?” he asked, his voice low.
Y/N nodded, her guard softened by the alcohol. They clinked glasses, and the conversation flowed effortlessly. Taehyung was charming, sharing stories about his college days and his love for jazz. But then, he said something that made Y/N’s blood run cold.
“You know, I used to spend way too much time on this old platform called StarryNights,” he chuckled. “Had this one friend, MoonlitDreamer. She was hilarious, but man, she had a temper.”
Y/N’s glass nearly slipped from her hand. “What… did you just say?”
Taehyung frowned, sensing her shift. “StarryNights. You ever heard of it?”
Her heart pounded. “What was your username?”
He hesitated, then said, “StarryVibes.”
The room spun. Y/N stood abruptly, her chair scraping the floor. “You’re StarryVibes? You’re the guy who lied to me?”
Taehyung’s eyes widened. “Y/N… you’re MoonlitDreamer?”
“You pretended to be a girl!” she snapped, her voice trembling with old hurt. “I trusted you, and you betrayed me!”
“I didn’t pretend anything!” Taehyung protested, standing to face her. “I just didn’t correct you because I liked talking to you. I was a dumb kid, Y/N. I’m sorry.”
The office went silent, everyone staring. Y/N grabbed her bag and stormed out, her chest tight with anger and confusion. Taehyung was StarryVibes? And now he was her boss? The universe was cruel.
Family Ties and Unwanted Proposals:
The drama didn’t end there. A week later, Y/N’s parents, Jihoon and Soyeon, invited her to dinner at their sprawling house in Hannam-dong. To her horror, Taehyung was there, looking unfairly handsome in a casual blazer. Their families, it turned out, had been best friends for years, bonded by business and vacations Y/N had conveniently missed due to school.
“Y/N, you remember Taehyung, right?” her mother said, beaming. “He’s grown into such a fine young man.”
Y/N forced a smile, her jaw tight. Taehyung’s gaze was unreadable, but he greeted her politely. The dinner was torture, with their parents dropping not-so-subtle hints about how “perfect” they’d be together.
“Taehyung’s single, Y/N’s single,” Jihoon said, winking. “You two should get to know each other better.”
“Dad, stop,” Y/N muttered, stabbing her kimchi.
Taehyung cleared his throat. “With all due respect, I’m not looking to settle down.”
Their parents laughed, undeterred. By the end of the night, they’d practically planned a wedding. Y/N and Taehyung exchanged a look—mutual dread. Neither wanted marriage, especially not with each other. But their families were relentless, and within months, they were coerced into an engagement, backed by emotional blackmail and promises of business mergers.
The wedding was a lavish affair, all gold and roses, but Y/N and Taehyung were miserable. They barely spoke during the ceremony, and their first dance was stiff, like two strangers forced into a spotlight.
Life as Frenemies:
Post-wedding, they moved into a sleek penthouse in Itaewon, but they lived like roommates. Y/N claimed the master bedroom; Taehyung took the guest room. Their days were filled with bickering—over dishes, TV channels, even the thermostat. It was Tom-and-Jerry chaos, with Y/N hiding Taehyung’s protein powder and him retaliating by blasting jazz at 6 a.m.
“You’re insufferable,” Y/N snapped one morning, glaring at him as he sipped coffee shirtless, his abs unfairly distracting.
“Says the woman who snores like a lawnmower,” Taehyung shot back, smirking.
But beneath the fights, tension simmered. Taehyung noticed how Y/N’s hair fell over her eyes when she worked late. Y/N caught herself staring when he stretched, his muscles flexing under his shirt. They ignored it, too stubborn to admit the attraction.
Their friends—Minji, Haneul, and Taehyung’s buddies, Seojun and Jiwon—loved the chaos. “You two are so in love, it’s disgusting,” Seojun teased at a group dinner. Y/N threw a fry at him.
Their enemy, Cha Eunwoo, a rival creative director at a competing agency, added fuel to the fire. Eunwoo had a crush on Y/N and taunted Taehyung at industry events, smirking as he flirted with her. Taehyung’s jaw clenched every time, but he told himself it was just pride, not jealousy.
The Club Incident:
One Saturday, Minji dragged Y/N and Taehyung to Vortex, a trendy club in Hongdae. “You two need to loosen up,” she insisted. Y/N wore a red dress that hugged her curves, and Taehyung couldn’t tear his eyes away, though he hid it behind a scowl.
The night started innocently—shots, laughter, dancing. But when Y/N hit the dance floor, swaying with a group of guys, Taehyung’s mood darkened. One guy got too close, his hands grazing her waist, and something snapped. A sharp pang hit Taehyung’s chest—not anger, but something deeper, rawer.
He stormed over, grabbing Y/N’s wrist. Before she could protest, he pulled her close and kissed her, hard and possessive. Her lips tasted like vodka and cherries, and for a moment, she melted into him, heat pooling in her core. But then reality hit. She shoved him back and slapped him, her eyes blazing.
“What the hell, Taehyung?!” she yelled over the music.
He didn’t answer. Instead, he scooped her up bridal-style, ignoring her protests, and carried her out of the club. The car ride home was silent, but the air crackled with tension. At the penthouse, Y/N stormed to her room, but Taehyung followed, slamming the door behind them.
“You can’t just kiss me like that!” she shouted, shoving his chest.
“And you can’t dance with other guys like I don’t exist!” he growled, stepping closer. Their faces were inches apart, breaths heavy.
The fight turned electric. Y/N grabbed his shirt, intending to push him, but instead, she pulled him into another kiss, fierce and desperate. His hands roamed her body, leaving a trail of fire. They stumbled to the bed, clothes flying off in a frenzy. Drunk on soju and desire, they gave in, their bodies colliding in a blur of heat and need. Taehyung’s lips trailed down her neck, leaving love bites that made her gasp. It was messy, intense, and everything they’d been denying.
Plot Twist: The Secret Rival:
The next morning, they woke tangled in sheets, horrified. “This was a mistake,” Y/N said, bolting out of bed.
“Agreed,” Taehyung muttered, but his eyes lingered on her bare shoulders.
They went back to fighting, but the dynamic had shifted. Every argument ended with stolen glances, every touch lingered too long. Then came another twist: Eunwoo wasn’t just a rival—he’d been StarryNights’s moderator, secretly monitoring their chats years ago. He’d known Taehyung’s identity and used it to drive a wedge between them, hoping to win Y/N’s trust. When Eunwoo revealed this at a gala, Y/N and Taehyung were floored.
“That bastard played us,” Taehyung said, his fist clenched.
Y/N nodded, her anger softening toward Taehyung. “We were kids. We both got hurt.”
They started talking, really talking, about StarryNights, their fears, their dreams. The walls came down, and late-night conversations turned into tentative dates—coffee runs, jazz clubs, stargazing on the Han River.
The Fake Divorce:
Their families, thrilled by their “progress,” pushed for a vow renewal. Y/N and Taehyung, still wary of love, staged a fake divorce to escape the pressure, complete with dramatic arguments in front of their parents. But during the “divorce” meeting, Taehyung slipped Y/N a note: Meet me at our spot.
At the Han River, he confessed. “I don’t want a divorce, fake or real. I’m in love with you, Y/N.”
Her heart raced. “I love you too, you donkey.”
They kissed under the stars, soft and slow, the city lights reflecting in their eyes. But they kept the “divorce” charade going, sneaking around like teenagers, stealing kisses in stairwells and leaving hickeys in hidden places
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The Hot, Exciting Ending:
One night, after a company party, they stumbled into the penthouse, tipsy and giggling. Taehyung pinned Y/N against the wall, his lips crashing into hers. “You’re mine,” he murmured, nipping her collarbone.
“Prove it,” she challenged, her voice husky.
They didn’t make it to the bedroom. Clothes hit the floor, and Taehyung worshipped her body, leaving marks that would bruise for days. Y/N arched into him, her nails digging into his back as they lost themselves in each other. It was wild, unbridled, and hotter than any delusional climax.
The next morning, they lay in bed, tangled and content. “No more separate rooms,” Taehyung said, kissing her forehead.
“No more fighting like idiots,” Y/N added, smirking.
They faced the world together—work, families, even Eunwoo’s petty schemes. At Aether’s next big pitch, they unveiled a joint project, a campaign inspired by their chaotic love story. It went viral, cementing their legacy as Seoul’s power couple.
As the credits of their life rolled, they stood on their balcony, Taehyung’s arms around Y/N, the city skyline glittering below. “Ready for the next fight?” he teased, nipping her ear.
“Bring it on,” she grinned, pulling him into another searing kiss as this how their life starts with a RomCom journey..
