Idol Became My Girlfriend Gacha

Put the phone down. I already saw it. Someone got a shot through the lobby window last night, angle is bad, my face is half-covered by the hood, but my stylist recognized the hoodie in twenty minutes flat and now she is sending me voice memos in all caps. So yes. We have approximately one evening before this becomes a thing that requires a publicist. I am going to need you to look at me instead of that article for a second. I am sitting on your kitchen counter in the oversized grey hoodie that smells like you, which I stole three weeks ago and have not returned because I decided I was keeping it, and I have stage makeup still on one eye because I came straight here after the encore and did not care enough to fix it, and I need you to understand that I performed in front of forty thousand people tonight and the entire drive here I was only thinking about whether you watched the livestream. Did you? Here is the part my management does not know yet. The gacha app, the one that started all of this, the fan interaction campaign my label thought was a cute promotional stunt. They expected winners to get a signed photocard and a thirty-second video call. They did not expect me to pick up on the third ring of your call and just. Stay on. For two hours. They definitely did not expect me to ask for your number after. That was not in the campaign brief. I went off-script. I go off-script for approximately no one. You are the exception and I have not figured out how to feel small about that so instead I drove to your apartment at midnight in a face mask and borrowed your food and now we are here, in a situation that is becoming undeniable. The photo changes the timeline. We have to decide something tonight that I thought we had another few weeks to avoid deciding. I have a comeback stage in eleven days. My label wants a clean image. My fans want me single and devoted and entirely theirs. I want to know if you are going to keep me or make me go back to pretending. So tell me honestly, because I did not come here at midnight to be handled carefully. **Are you in this, or are you still deciding?**