Fake love

**by Winter**

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`**WARNING:** rated between worse and extreme...`

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*note from the author:*

A big 'thank you' to whoever checked this out!

This fanfiction was inspired by 'Fake Love', a song by the famous BTS Korean group, and 'Fake Love', a song by famous singer SpaceX. Hopefully, the story will be engaging and pleasing to you, and please have a good time reading~

Also inspired by various fanfictions on this very wiki, *What you call love* by Nyferine, *Afterlove* by Minty, and *Heartless* by Moonshadow. Please check them out as well; they're all very good stories and good inspirations!!!

Have fun reading, and enjoy, readers!!! <3333

- the author, Winterya

# prologue.

*Riding* a stylish black bike with gold stripes, a teenage girl, looking around the age of thirteen, paddled along the street, her gorgeous, long sheet of dark hair swept down her back in a shimmering wave. She wore very heavy makeup, bold red lipstick, twin spots of rouge on each rosy cheek, and her dark, dazzling eyes were outlined black, while her skin was also a ghostly-white. Her nails were perfectly manicured, long, silver, and sparkly.

She had on a lacy black top with silver straps, a short, pleated red skirt that showed off her long legs, and choppy, red boots with some medium-high heels. Looking immensely fresh, the beautiful teen was called Stacey, and she came from a wealthy family where they all were striking, blessed with extremely good looks. They all reached for perfection, and Stacey was just simply perfect: pretty and popular, always top of her class, with lots of boys chasing after her. She flirted, she teased, she hung out, but her grades were still remarkably exceptional, and she was outstanding and superior in some specific subjects. She played flirtingly with boys, but she didn't have a particular best boy-friend yet, or in other words- a *boyfriend*.

With her expensive black earphones, she was listening to music, her iPhone Pro 15 tucked away in the front pocket of her dark red bag. "*'I'm super shy, super shy. But wait a minute while I make you mine make you mine, 떨리는,지금도, you're on my mind all the time, I wanna tell you but I'm super shy, super shy...'*" she sang, nodding to each beat of one of her favorite Korean songs, Super Shy, by NewJeans. Her other favorites were OMG, also by NewJeans, Stay, by Blackpink, Queencard, by I-DLE, Bad Boy, by Red Velvet, and Some, by BOL4. She was a big K-pop fan but knew that she would never be a K-pop idol one day. She wasn't Korean; Malaysian-Chinese, with a British accent because she was born in England; but one of her closer friends, Tayla, who were handpicked by her to join her little gang, was half-Korean and half-Chinese, and Tayla was already a child model, on the road to be officially part of a K-pop girl group, a K-pop idol too.

But she was already so perfect, so beautiful, and as she continued reaching for endless perfection, that part wasn't needed. She had perfect beauty, perfect studies, perfect friends, a perfect family, and the only part she needed to continue her endless perfection was to select a perfect boyfriend, then husband as she grew older to be a young adult.

*And I'll make perfect decision because I'm, like, so perfect,* she thought, whistling cheerfully.

But that thought was wrong. Just a distance away, a good-looking, dark-haired boy, one of the best players in her school, was dressed up as all black, eyeing her thoughtfully, his dark eyes narrowed with glee as he gloated, a big smirk spread across his face as he watched her, his eyes flickering in a weirdly smug way.

# chapter 1.

*Walking* up the staircase, I showed every hint of grace. My long, dark hair was styled beautifully into a braided, wavy ponytail, tied up with a sparkly red ribbon. I wore a black velvety shirt, with a short, red bodice skirt that had many layers, spread around in silky waves around me. Pleasingly, my new black net-tights matched perfectly with my choppy red boots, and my dark red bag was dangled over my shoulder.