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I ask the driver to turn around and I rush back into the building. I will ask Sunghoon to switch the phones back and he will. He isn't actually a monster. He needs his back, too. How else will he shoot his Tiktoks?

Sunghoon isn't there when I get back. Heeseung and Sohyun pull me back in, though. Right as I am about to tell Sohyun what happened and ask her to call my phone to tell her brother he has the wrong one, because I am hoping he just hasn't noticed, the phone I am holding rings.

PITA flashes across the screen with my picture. I step back out into the hallway to answer.

"Hello?"

"You stole my phone." Sunghoon didn't sound as if he were angry. He has more of a mischievous tone.

"We both accidentally picked up the wrong phone." I correct him. "I am back at the karaoke place. Where are you?"

"I am in my apartment." He says casually. "Reading."

"Okay? Do you want me to meet you there or are you going to come back? I want my phone."

"You can, but only after I finish this webcomic I just started."

My body goes cold. He couldn't mean the webcomic I write, could he?

"I just got to the part where Seunghee and Y/n get trapped in the elevator. I am eager to know what happens next."

"How... my phone was locked!"

"Your code is 555555. Seriously? It's like you are asking someone to break into your phone."

This can't be happening. He is going to tell Heeseung and Sohyun! I am done for. Sohyun will never speak to me again and Heeseung will be too creeped out to keep hanging out with me. Oh the smut I have written.

"You can't tell anyone."

"How about you come here and we will discuss it."

"Where do you live?" I ask, not knowing where his apartment is. I thought he lived with Sohyun, since he is usually there when I hang out with her. "Or give me your passcode and I will pull up your Maps app."

"Nice try, Peaches." He says and I flinch at the use of the nickname Heeseung's character has for mine. It is because he likes her ass, which I hope he would. Not the point!

"Sunghoon."

"If you didn't like it, you shouldn't have written it." He laughs. "Or does only Heeseung get to use it?"

I am going to kill this man. With a dull knife, starting with his toes.

Sunghoon gives me directions and I rush to his place. I tell him to stop reading, but we know that isn't happening. His phone dings with texts and I look to see they are all from my phone, but I can't see what he's sending. Is he sending the webcomic to himself?

When I arrive, I have to press the digital intercom panel and wait for Sunghoon to buzz me up. The glass doors glide open with a soft chime, leading into a pristine lobby that looks like it belongs in a five star hotel. Everything is polished to perfection with marble floors and a massive chandelier dripping with crystal.

Does he really make enough off TikTok to afford this? Because this place screams luxury.

The elevator ride is smooth and eerily silent, bringing me to a high floor where the air smells faintly of expensive cologne and fresh flowers.

And then there's Sunghoon's apartment.

When the door swings open before I even knock, I'm met with an interior that looks like he opened a modern design magazine and threw it here. The space is open and airy, with minimalist furniture in neutral tones, sleek black countertops, and floor to ceiling windows that are covered by sheer white curtains. There's an obnoxiously large TV mounted on the wall that he probably uses for gaming or watching himself go viral.

It's annoyingly nice, and I hate that I'm impressed.

"Took you long enough." Sunghoon's irritating voice snaps me out of my lust for his apartment. I turn to see him still standing by the door. He has changed into a pair of black pajamas.

"Here." I extend his phone to him. "Give me mine."

"Thanks." He takes the phone, but doesn't hand me mine.

"Sunghoon, this isn't a game!"

"But I am not done reading."

"You can't tell anyone about that comic. It was never meant for anyone I knew to see it!"

"Yet you didn't have any type of security on your phone. It was already pulled up when I opened it."

"Sunghoon, please. Give me back my phone and forget you ever saw that comic." I reach for the phone, but he moves to the side, smirking. He opens the phone.

"I have a question." He turns the phone toward me. He has zoomed in on a panel of Seunghee and Y/n having sex. They are twisted into a position that I made up. Or, at least, I think I did. "Where did you get this idea? I don't think it's even possible."

"Give me my phone."

"And if it is, I don't think it would be enjoyable."

"Sunghoon."

"What? You put in all this work for people to read it, right? That's what I am doing." He keeps scrolling. "I want to understand. Tell me, have you tried any of these positions?"

Where is that dull knife? I will start on him right now.

"What do you want? You obviously want something or you wouldn't be torturing me like this."

"Is reading your work torture?" He closes the phone and places it in the pocket of his pajama pants.

"Do you want money? An organ? My soul?" I ask, crossing my arms. "Because whatever it is, get on with it."

Sunghoon chuckles, slow and infuriating, like he's enjoying every second of my suffering.

"Your soul, huh? Tempting. But no." He takes a step toward me, arms crossed, looking far too comfortable. "I want a favor."

"What kind of favor?" I narrow my eyes. He better not be thinking about asking me to try those positions with him. Sohyun would kill me.

"You're obviously creative. You have a way with words. And let's be honest, Peaches, this," he gestures toward his pocket and if I didn't know that is where my phone was I might think he meant his dick. "Is actually good."

"Wait... what?" I blink.

"The writing. The tension. The sex. Despite Seunghee being a female name, but I see why you picked it." He shrugs.. "It's impressive. Which is why you're going to help me."

"Help you with what?" I ask, folding my arms. "And it is unisex."

His grin widens, and that's when I know I'm not going to like whatever he says next.

"I want you to help me write a script."

"A script?" I echo.

"For TikTok," he says, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. "You know, one of those mini drama series? You can write dialogue, create compelling characters, and, well, you clearly know how to keep an audience engaged. I have been looking to do more than dances and thirst traps, but I am no good with this stuff."

"So, let me get this straight. You accidentally steal my phone, break into it, read my secret webcomic that could ruin my life, and now you're blackmailing me into being your ghostwriter?"

"I wouldn't call it blackmail, per se." He taps his chin.

"What would you call it?"

"A mutually beneficial arrangement."

I inhale sharply, weighing my options. He has my phone. He has seen my deepest, darkest secrets and more than likely sent it to himself or can at least find it on the internet. If I refuse, who knows what he'll do with that information? But if I agree, I'm stuck working for him.

Sunghoon watches me, clearly enjoying my internal struggle.

"So? What's it gonna be, Peaches?"

I glare at him, hating that I'm even considering this. But what choice do I have?

"Fine," I grumble. "But you have to swear you won't tell anyone, especially Sohyun or Heeseung, about that webcomic."

"Scout's honor." Sunghoon presses a hand to his heart, mock sincerity dripping from his voice.

"And you have to stop calling me Peaches."

"No promises." He takes my phone out of his pocket, extending it to me.

"By the way," I say as I take it. "Speaking of names you call me. Why am I saved as PITA?"

"Pain in the ass." He shrugs. "Be here tomorrow at 9am."

"It's Saturday."

"Actually it's Friday. Tomorrow is Saturday." He opens the door again. "I will see you at 9, Peaches."