Back at home – 5:08 PM
The front door swung open with a soft slam.
Y/N stomped inside like a dramatic heroine in slow motion, her bag sliding off her shoulder with a thud as she threw it onto the couch.
She stormed straight into her room — only to find him, sitting peacefully, scrolling through her feed on his phone with all the innocence in the world.
She stood in front of him. Arms crossed. Eyes narrowed.
He didn't even flinch. "What happened, little fox?"
Not even looking up.
She glared harder. "Nothing."
Her voice was dangerous. Calm.
"Just thinking what to do with a certain curtain actor."
He chuckled, finally glancing up at her.
That soft, amused smile on his lips. The type that knew exactly what he'd done.
"Why you do this, Mr. Actor!" she whined like a child now, stomping her foot softly.
His smirk only grew. He loved that tone. That pout.
"I didn't even add much." He faced her properly, now leaning slightly forward. "Just one sentence. A harmless one."
She gasped dramatically, pulled her phone from her pocket, and thrust the screen toward him.
"People are making theories! Look at your story comments!"
He peeked. Blinked once. Shrugged.
"Let them."
Then he added with a sly smirk, "If I don't deny, then it means I approve. Otherwise, no matter."
Her jaw dropped. "Mr. Actor!!"
"You don't even like romance and now fans think we're starring in a secret drama together! Delete it!!"
But then…
He suddenly stood up.
And started walking toward her.
She froze.
"W-what happened?" she stammered, backing away a little.
He smiled. Innocently.
But his eyes — full mischief. Dangerous mischief.
He slowly lifted his phone and tilted the screen to show her.
Her Instagram profile open.
Her public one.
She blinked. "What?"
Then she noticed—
His thumb hovering above the Follow button.
Her eyes widened.
"You will not dare—!"
"Ahuh. I will," he whispered.
"No!" she whined.
They were already close now. Her back hit the wall.
But honestly? Did she care anymore?
No.
Right now she was more shocked than anything.
"You have zero following! You can't ruin your perfect mysterious ratio for me!" she exclaimed.
He grinned. "I told you. I love my edits. All of them."
She gasped, scrambling to grab his phone. "Give me your phone!"
He held it up. "Take it."
Smirking. Playful.
She tried to jump — once. Then again.
They were too close. She barely missed it.
But then—
He suddenly paused.
Froze.
And right then…
His thumb clicked.
Followed.
He followed her.
The blue button changed.
She saw it. He saw it.
And he slowly slipped the phone into his pocket.
Y/N just stood there.
Completely speechless.
She didn't even move.
And then…
He stepped a little closer.
His voice dropped low.
He answered her earlier words —
The ones she had told him before.
"You don't even like romance."
And he said,
> "That's before you became my favorite genre."
Y/N blinked.
Her heart actually skipped.
Not beat. Skipped.
His eyes were serious. Smile soft. But teasing still.
And she — now pink, frozen, pressed against the wall — had no comeback.
Not one.
She didn't move for a full three seconds.
Then… slowly… she turned back toward the wall.
And softly…
Bonk.
Bonk.
Bonk.
She hit her forehead against it three times.
Not hard.
Just dramatically enough to make her point.
"…Why?" she whispered to the wall like it was her childhood best friend that had suddenly teamed up with her enemy.
"Why are you like this…"
Behind her?
Mr. Actor was comfortably back in bed, lounging like a royal fox in his palace — legs crossed, arms behind his head, watching her fall apart like it was his personal Netflix series.
She slowly turned around again.
Her expression: defeated. Hands dropped to her sides. Voice tired.
"Mr. Actor…" she sighed. "Is there any chance… any… that I could take back your 'one week of doing whatever you want' card?"
He raised an eyebrow. "You just gave it to me yesterday."
"Exactly," she said, pointing at him like he was a criminal. "And look what you've done in just one day. You followed me. You approved fan theories. You destroyed my peaceful comment section."
He chuckled, completely unbothered. "That's what the card is for."
She groaned, lifting a hand to her forehead again.
But before she could say anything else—
Bzzzzzt.
Her phone buzzed once.
Then again.
Then five more times.
It was… vibrating nonstop now.
She looked down at it like it had personally betrayed her.
Even the screen was flashing wildly with notification previews — comments, DMs, mentions.
"Oh no…" she whispered. "Oh no no no—"
She slowly hovered her hand above the phone… like it was a ticking bomb.
One inch from touching it… she froze.
Paused.
"Nope," she declared, pulling her hand back like it burned her. "Nope, it's dangerous right now. I don't trust it. I don't trust it."
She turned her eyes toward him sharply.
"You. This is your fault."
He grinned. "You're welcome."
"Mr. Aaaactorrrr…" she whined again.
But he just kept lounging.
A walking disaster in fox form.
Knowing full well he had just given her public profile its biggest boost in history.
With a single follow.
She narrowed her eyes, pointed a warning finger at him like she'd get him back later…
…then huffed loudly and turned away.
"Forget it. I have to cook dinner. I can't deal with you and this chaos today."
And with that, she walked away — mumbling something under her breath about deleting her account, moving to the mountains, and banning handsome actors from social media.
Her phone?
Still buzzing behind her like a party she didn't want to join.
And Kim Bum?
Still smiling like her chaos was his favorite meal.
Ten minutes later…
Y/N's voice rang out from the kitchen, halfway buried in the sound of pots and vegetables being brutally chopped.
"Mr. Actor!"
He lazily turned his head toward the doorway.
"Hmm?"
"My phone's still buzzing. I'm scared to look. If it explodes — it's your fault."
She peeked around the kitchen door, narrowed eyes and sauce-splattered apron making her look like a very stressed housewife from a sitcom.
"You're responsible now, okay?" she declared. "You watch it. You created the chaos."
He grinned and saluted from the sofa, where he had zero intention of 'just watching' anything.
"Yes, ma'am," he said sweetly.
As soon as she disappeared back inside…
He picked up the phone like it was treasure.
The lock screen was already filled with notifications — dozens of DMs, mentions, tag alerts, and story shares.
He typed in the password like it was muscle memory.
(Y/N had told him once, casually.
Never realizing it would ever be relevant.
Big mistake.)
Phone unlocked.
And in he went.
Straight into Instagram.
The chaos hit him like a wave.
> "WHO IS SHE 😭😭😭😭"
"Kim Bum… followed… a normal girl?????"
"WAIT IS SHE THE SAME Y/N WHO WRITES FANFICS???"
"I swear if this is real I'm going to cry happy tears"
"She never even shows her face I'm losing my mindddddd"
"Are they dating?? Are they FRIENDS?? ARE THEY SECRETLY MARRIED???"
He chuckled under his breath, scrolling through the endless comments and theories under her old aesthetic reels — BTS edits, drama reactions, soft "lee rang" clips, random screenshots of foxes, and even one carousel of cozy latte photos with the caption:
> "Today I wanna stay soft. Let the world pass by."
His smile softened.
But it didn't stop him from tapping into her inbox.
Thousands of unread DMs.
He opened one:
> "Girl, WHO are you?! How did he find you? Did you save his life in a past life or something?! 😭😭😭"
Another:
> "You guys know each other? Like, ACTUALLY??! I need answers, bestie."
Another:
> "I'm not saying I ship it.
But also… I AM shipping it.
Please confirm if he breathes near you in real life."
He laughed. Loudly.
"Ahhh, you sweet delulu fans," he muttered like he was watching a live fan convention.
And then…
Without an ounce of hesitation…
He replied.
As her.
To a random comment:
> Fan: "WAIT WHY DID KIM BUM FOLLOW YOU 😭😭😭😭 ARE YOU SECRETLY AN IDOL???"
Y/N (actually HIM): "Nope. Just a normal chaotic cupcake. 🍰"
He giggled.
Y/N had no idea.
Another comment:
> Fan: "This account is SO aesthetic. I can't believe HE followed THIS. I'm gonna cry."
Y/N (a.k.a. him again): "He has good taste in chaos 💅"
And another DM:
> Fan: "Girl, please tell me he didn't follow you by accident. I can't handle that kind of betrayal."
Y/N: "Definitely not an accident. He did it on purpose. He thrives on drama. 🦊"
He was having way too much fun.
Every message he replied to made him grin wider.
He scrolled down to one of her older reels — a clip of his own scene from "Tale of the Nine Tailed," paired with a dreamy OST and the caption:
> "Lee Rang deserved a happy ending."
His eyes softened again.
He clicked into the comments — dozens of people now seeing it for the first time because of his follow.
> "Wait… is she a fan???"
"This is beautiful omg 😭"
"What if he saw THIS and followed her because of this reel??"
"This edit is legendary now."
"He's totally reading this rn. I feel it."
Kim Bum chuckled under his breath.
"I am reading it, actually," he muttered.
Then he looked toward the kitchen and whispered:
"…and she has no idea."
Just then, her voice floated out again.
"Mr. Actor, are you doing your job?!"
He cleared his throat dramatically. "Yup! Watching the phone! Very responsible!"
"Liar!"
He grinned, already typing another reply.
> Fan: "Just tell us. Is he your boyfriend???"
Y/N: "He's my punishment for giving him a 'do-whatever-you-want' card. 😩"
That one? He definitely laughed out loud at.
And far in the kitchen?
Y/N narrowed her eyes.
"Why do I hear Instagram mischief in that laugh…"
But it was too late.
The fox had already taken over.
Her phone was now his playground.
And the fandom?
Absolutely losing their minds over every new 'Y/N' reply.