The Boss went feral from a midnight sugar crash and made the Director take on a blonde bunny romance—while he was still in the shower.
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The Director had just tightened the towel around his waist, water still dripping down his nape, when the phone on the bedside table started vibrating like crazy.
A message popped up.577Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ00k4461eIP
Then three voice memos.577Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡquKyW0es0b
A screenshot.577Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCVqBJqIjty
A YouTube link.577Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡg7pDO2z4o1
And one text message, just four words:
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They’re so. Freaking. Adorable.
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He tapped on the first voice memo, earbuds barely in place——577Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡD8zUY8MhQe
a piercing screech split the quiet night.
“Why!!!”
“Why is no one shipping them?! AAAAAHHH!”
“Why is no one shipping them?! Screaming internally!!!”
Still towel-drying his hair, he opened the screenshot——577Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYMKyINSSt7
a frame from some obscure K-pop girl group moment:577Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRSLyUJUoIt
a blonde girl with starry eyes, gazing up at a quiet, black-haired girl like a golden retriever.
“If you keep this up, I’m seriously calling the cops.”
He sent back a voice memo, tone flat like reading off a grocery list.
“I don’t care! Don’t care!! I DON’T CARE!!”
“I’m making it myself! You guys are writing me a GL drama!”
“This is the ship! Blonde + Bunny!! Now! IMMEDIATELY!!”
Five seconds of silence.
Then a new message blinked into the chat:
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sniff... sniff...
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Sigh…
He stared at the phone, sighed again, bundled up his still-wet hair, and walked into the study.
Opening the message group, he powers on his laptop.
The screenwriter’s going to kill me tomorrow...
Sleep? Not tonight.
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and then Add to home screen.