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Last week he’d made the smart choice to purchase one of those phone cases that stick to any surface. It was of good use for someone like him that has to jab his phone into the stiffest corners of his room just to keep it up to record a simple video—as simple as those videos could actually be. He lowers down slowly his white frilly skirt, positioning it right under this asshole but above where anything else could be seen. There’s an illusion to play into anything he does inside his room. He goes down to his dildo and fucks himself with it—his high knee socks preventing his knees from hurting. The video reaches the two minute mark, he cuts some of it, puts a little filter and Twitter username “Pinknik3000” receives it and in exchange Wonbin acquires an enthusiastic amount of money he’ll use to treat himself to a strawberry milk next time he walks by his favorite cafè.
Your asshole is so pink
Thanks <33
I wonder what your pussy would look like
“...” he stares silently at his phone with a face that expresses all his disgust and shame. Wonbin knows that what the weird and horny man on his screen was asking from him was impossible. Not because his pussy isn’t pink, but because he doesn’t have one to start with. He shuts down his phone and throws himself on his bed, although nothing he does is exhausting, the thoughts in his head were enough to leave him drowsy.
There was a problem with him but there was a problem with the world as a whole.
Wonbin was a twenty-six year old who works at his aunt's thrift store in Seoul and has nothing more going on in his life apart from dressing up in pastel clothes and tricking men online that he’s a girl named “Binnie” that is ecstatic to flirt with them and show how much she likes anal sex. He had been indulging in such acts for two years at the moment, which has been enough to earn him a good amount of money but also long enough for there to be no road out of the fantasy he’s built on his public twitter page. And many people, if they knew, would judge him and ask “why does he do this?” but even he himself doesn’t know.
He’s bored, he’s in need of some extra cash and he likes attention.
But he wasn’t harming anyone. Afterall, everything happened and stayed on his phone which is exactly why next to the case purchase, came the one of a privacy screen protector, because damn his life if someone on the public transport saw his long chat history with anime profile pictures and his use of “nya~~” after every text. The only problem was the unceasing questioning of his parents during chuseok which became harder and harder to avoid and dodge. “Oh Wonbin, how did you buy that sweater?” “I didn’t see you with those glasses last year.” “Oh your aunt says you keep yourself busy on your phone, do you have a partner?”
It’s so unbearable that even as a grandma’s boy, he sometimes just wants to stand up and yell. “!I’m a homosexual that pretends to be a girl on social media and sells his body just to be able to afford new clothes!”
But all he does is smile and continue chewing.
I want to take you on a date
;))
Let daddy use that cunt
Agh…fucking hell, he needs to mute that guy or his phone will buzz all night. After putting his phone on do not disturb, he removes his garments and treats himself to a nice warm bath, the only thing he needs to calm his body and mind—that and some good Ariana Grande music. His phone speaker plays “Love Language” on its maximum power but even that is not enough for him to ignore his roommates banging.
“I need to piss!!”
Wonbin frowns, he hates when people disturb his peace.
“Go piss at your girlfriend's house!”
But he forgot to lock the door to the bathroom.
“Cover your eyes homo” Ningning glares at him as she sits on the toilet, her pissing ringing next to the first beats of “The boy is mine”, Wonbin rolls his eyes and fixes his gaze on his smooth waxed legs.
“Did one of your sugar daddies send you money? I want to order take out today, I’ve been craving wine and chicken all week”
He sighs. “I won’t order food for you. Go ask your girlfriend”
“I can’t. She broke up with me” she says with a shrug. Her toxic and wild love life seems minute and unimportant in her eyes.
“Good. I would’ve done the same after the second date” he laughs.
Ningning reaches the bath to splash water on his face. Wonbin whines and splashes back at her.
“Fuck you and I hope those men on twitter find out about your dick”
“Ugh”
Wonbin’s double hustle was a confidential matter to everyone except his roommate that has no respect for his personal boundaries. Ninging was a foreigner that moved to Korea in hopes of becoming a singer, but now all she does is flirt with women at parties and pretend she’s a spiritual hippie that doesn’t cheat on her girlfriend. She’s rich but munches off anyone beside her and sadly Wonbin was her daily victim, but she’s nice when she wants to be and is the only one that can actually help him find decent pieces for his wardrobe—both the one online and offline. She found out about his whole fraud when taking her turn of doing laundry and finding a skirt that didn’t belong to her, to which her genius brain ran up conclusions because Wonbin’s gay and incapable of even hitting it on with a woman. The questioning that day had been scary and embarrassing, but they both pleaded to not reveal anything about each other—him about her affairs and she about his money income—so it ended there.
He does end up ordering take out at the end. None of them had gone to the supermarket yet and it was a Sunday evening, the apartment’s temperature felt nice, so he gratified Ningning by complying to her request. The chicken arrives and they eat but always occupy themselves in their own worlds. Wonbin supposes she’s texting her sneaky link No.24 now that she’s single, and he checks over his notifications as if attending work emails. It’s all the same; all the same except there’s about 20 likes from a single user. Things like that happen often. He checks the account and there’s only a blank profile.
BrachioP.D.
He doesn’t know the meaning behind it and doesn’t even want to know. This person doesn’t even have a bio. He was going to ignore it and go back to watching “Love is blind” until a notification landed. It was only a matter of time, just like with any other person that spams over his account. BrachioP.D. makes his way into his DMs.
Hello
You’re really pretty
You have great fashion sense
Well, that’s nice. Though he wasn’t sure if he was a bot account looking to scam him.
Wonbin breathes in before typing.
Hello~
Thank you ejejje
I did notice you liked a lot of my posts
Sorry for bothering jeje
I got excited
Well that’s okay ;)
You’re not the first
And he surely wouldn’t be the last because Wonbin really needs a new bed. His back keeps hurting because of the dents on his. It's an old mattress that he's had for years and has suffered being carried over the narrow steps to the third floor of the apartment building he lives in.
I don’t want to sound weird or anything
But
Do you take your pics in your room?
Wonbin tilts his head. That did sound weird. He hesitated before answering.
Yeah :) majority of them are in my room
Nice
I noticed you had a Se So Neon vinyl on your night stand
And I love that band
So i became interested in what else we have in common
His breath halts, quickly he goes to check the post BrachioP.D. had liked and indeed, in some of them his table, right next to his bed, could be seen with a little peak of Nonadaptation, but that only happens if the person in question had been very detailed of his images and looked at them for minutes. He guesses the mysterious person had good taste and a heck of an eye to spot things. No one before had mentioned it and even if the band is slightly known, Wonbin gleams at the fact that there’s someone out there who takes importance in his interests.
BrachioP.D. could either be a pervert, using his hobbies as a manner to hit on him, or he could be genuinely interested. Wonbin’s parents always told him to be careful with people online—a lesson he’s obviously not learnt—but maybe indulging in a little chat won’t hurt.
Yesss I love them <333
I hadn’t noticed the vinyl could be seen
Ejejej
Are there any other artists you like?
There’s many
Well
Tell me about it
And with that, he gets catapulted into the company of a person he never saw coming.
……….
Has he ever been ashamed of himself? Has he ever loved? Has he ever been this…delusional?
When men show up on his DMs thinking he’s just a mysterious and sexy girl, they don’t look for anything else but the physical aspect in him. Wonbin could’ve just sold himself as a sexy guy and attract gay or bi men and his life would have been easier. No need for all the stress and spectacle. But then he would fear someone figuring out it’s him selling his body, so he rather uses the disguise of “Binnie”.
Binnie is a sexy girl, a nice girl, the type of girl that loves skirts and dresses, uses big dildos, flirts with emoticons and listens to music she likes. Her room is clean; black and white. Her personality is just like his but she has things he doesn’t have, so posing as her hadn’t been as difficult.
Until now.
It’s been four weeks. Four weeks where Anton—the guy he once only knew as BrachioP.D.––and Binnie have been in constant communication, and it’s not the type that ends with a "how are you?” message. No, it’s been the sort where he stays up all night until he sleeps for an hour, right before his work alarm rings.
Anton is a Korean guy, raised in the US that loves music and knows Binnie as the girl he shares interest with; the girl who flirts with no shame, is cute but cool, and the girl he talks to about his life and wants to get to know on a deeper level.
And that makes Wonbin a man that’s utterly screwed.
It’s 1pm, but his body fights to keep itself alive. He’s heavy-eyed and yawning, eating from a pack of jellies he hopes will keep his blood sugar up. Wonbin was alone at the store that entire week. His aunt escaped on a “pop up vacation” with her new rich boyfriend that owns a dermatology clinic and decides during spontaneous moments of the month that he needs to take a flight to Singapore. So, since his aunt refuses to get a new hire, Wonbin becomes the boss of the store and the store becomes the pain of his week long boss life, from waking up at 6am just to get there in time to open and clean the place, till leaving at 7pm because customers love coming right before closing hour and the only one that had the balls to shoo them off was his aunt.
He should’ve studied medicine, his marketing degree only helped him know how to promote the business on instagram and keep him from earning a six figure salary.
When he checks his phone, hoping his delivery driver was near with his order, all he sees are three messages from Anton.
Good morning
Again ajajjaja
I already miss talking to you
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck him and fuck his life. Why was he so cute?
Wonbin inhales and exhales, his heart beats rapidly over a couple of messages which was insane because he didn’t even know if the man was real, or an AI or if he was going to turn out to be a sixty-year old leaving in a super small apartment where he doesn’t clean his ass properly as an excuse of having a small shower. All they did was talk about their favorite animals and movies, such a boring topic couldn’t possibly make you miss someone this much.
Hiii~~
I slept for an hour only
I’m so sleepy rn
work sucksss
Oh no work is awful :(
I’m sorryyyyy
If i where with you I would cuddle you to sleep
He switches over to safari, opens a tab and searches the fastest possible ways to delete all his social media, change his name and move out of the country. It was impossible to continue like this. Anton was so sweet to him it genuinely made him go insane.
I love cuddles
The last time he cuddled with someone was his mom during christmas…
A notification lands after that, but then his delivery driver arrives with his order. He wanted to get into eating immediately since he hadn’t taken anything for breakfast. So he opens his bag, takes the container out, opens his meal, gets his chopsticks and takes his first bite, checks on his phone and spits everything out.
I want to video call with u
Tonight
What hour do you get home?
“Shit!”
Now the check out desk is dirty with noodle soup. He runs over to the bathroom and gets some paper towels to clean it immediately. Wonbin couldn’t breath properly. If he was a screwed man before, he surely was a mega fucked one now.
but if you don’t want to it’s okay
Anton, Anton, Anton, freaking Anton. Was that even his name? Was he even a human? What if he’s an alien that learnt about culture and media and decided to become a troll? What if he’s a kidnapper?
Regardless of what he was, Wonbin couldn’t video call him. He wasn’t a girl. It was impossible. All he does on his page is show his ass and a little bit of waist. He doesn’t have tits and he doesn’t have a beautiful girly voice. There was no way he could ‘vsco filter’ fake himself out of this one.
His fingers trembled, hovering over the keyboard.
Can’t
I have a roommate, she gets mad if I make noise
I can send some pics tho
;))
I would love that
He was the cause of his own misery. Really.
……..
“If you think about it, you’re both frauds, but if he turns out to be a hot hunk you’ll be the only fraud”
“Uh..”
The only person he could trust with his problem had been Ningning, who thankfully had nothing to do that night and was more than glad to help him with his make-up. He’ll only have to deal with her unapologetic comments every few minutes.
“You should be thankful you’re pretty, there’s very little I have to put on you”
“What is this for?” Wonbin points at a weird silver object on her hand.
His question gets answered when she starts shoving said weird silver object on one of his eyes. He was about to flinch but then his head got forcefully grabbed to stay still.
“Don’t move or you'll lose your eyelashes and your boyfriend” she commands.
“Not my boyfriend” Wonbin clears but she deliberately acts deaf.
It’s 8pm on what was a few hours ago a normal and mundane Thursday. Now the day has turned to night, and he’s getting ready to take some pictures as though he were sending a portfolio for a high paying job at a femboy model agency. It was a moment like this where he’s grateful of himself for having grown his hair, because as a guy his hair was long but as a girl he could just be one more of the many that wear their bobs and like their style short.
Ningning finishes applying something on his eyelashes, leans back, scans his face and smiles widely.
“I should become a make-up artist” she says, pushing her hand held mirror to his face.
“Woah!” Wonbin gasps. He looked amazing. Sparkles of silver pop up in his eyelids, with his eyelashes curled and defined and his cheeks blushed in a pretty pink color. “Thank you for helping me. I’ll pay you back one day”
“Ah well, don’t worry about it, you keep me entertained. Giselle hasn’t even texted me back like I thought she would”
Ninging and her girlfriend always get back together after every break up, but this one extends the last one making it a new record of no contact. He could see in her face her concern but he wouldn’t feel bad, she brought it on herself.
“Okay! let’s take these pics, my little catfish”
“I hate you”
They turn Wonbin’s room into a studio. His ring light he utilizes for his videos stood straight in front of his bed. He’d become a pro at taking butt pics but was a virgin on the selfie part of his skills. Ningning lends him one of her tank tops and bras and helps him pose the right ways for it
“Perk your ass a little, though, mh… you barely have any” she looks disgusted when she says that.
“Shut up!” Wonbin whines.
“I’m just saying. I mean, those guys you trick must be really desperate because you’re selling them two firm bones right there” Ningning retorts.
“Ugh, I don’t want your help anymore”
“Then give me my clothes and take off your make-up” She exclaims as a threat and Wonbin takes it straight.
He arches his back and angles his phone high enough for his face to be on frame but also for a little of his collarbones and back to appear. It really hurts his neck maintaining that position but he gets some great pictures out of it. His photo session feels to last an hour with his roommate’s persistent remarks.
“Pout a little” “ Put you hand on your chest” “Angle the phone horizontally, those pics look great” “Your’re acting like a whore when you’re supposed to be cute”
He was getting a headache but then Ningning made her pleasant exit out of his room when she got a notification from her ex.
Wonbin laid on his stomach, feet kicking behind him as he meticulously chose which pictures to send. He had his chat with Anton open, with the guy waiting for him. He decided on three pictures, keeping them open as he hesitated on them, thinking there was still time to block Anton, delete his twitter account and go to med school.
Before he can pussy out he presses the send button and waits.
[Picture]
[Picture]
[Picture]
Jejejej
Just got back from work :)
He sees the three dots form beside Anton’s anonymous profile picture. They appear and disappear several times which didn’t help subside Wonbin’s anxiety.
Wow
You’re beautiful
Ethereal
I can’t believe a girl like you exist
Well, that’s because a girl like him doesn’t exist. Literally.
I love your little top
Makes me think there’s nothing you look bad on
Sweet Anton with his sweet words making Wonbin blush and kick his feet. He really hated how that guy made him suffer silently.
Ahh don’t say that
I’m shy
Thank you tho
I’ve never shown my face
That was true, meaning that would be the first and last truth Anton would hear or see from him tonight.
I’m glad
Because even i dont find myself worthy of seeing you
Nooo
Dont say thatttt :(
Hold up let me
Just
He tilts his head wondering what Anton was talking about, but then he sees it. A fresh and new message that’s not just a message but a picture of a total Greek god; an eye candy right in his DMs. A guy with slightly long brown hair, perfectly sculpted face, brown eyes behind thick frames and a built body he showcases in a mirror selfie.
“Holy moly” Wonbin gasps to himself.
Turns out Ningning had been right. Wonbin is the fraud; he’s the fraud because Anton is a total hot hunk and he’s a catfisher.
This was not fair….he just got horny.
Cat got ur tounge
Pretty girl
Youre very handsome
I love your hair
And your eyes
I wish i could’ve seen yours in call
Theyre so sparkly
And your lips too
So plump
All yours <333
He felt awful but this conversation was getting really flirty and he didn’t want to stop it.
Would you like to see where they would fit well?
Where??
[picture]
All yours <333
Oh. My. God.
Wonbin stares, mouth gaping and eyes about to pop out. Out of all men and out of all situations he’s been in, never has he wanted to be fucked as much as this one. Anton would be his end.
He moves to sit by his headboard, knees pressed together and his boxer denting underneath his baby blue skirt. He palms himself underneath it, zooming in and analyzing every pixel of Anton’s gorgeous dick pic.
Was that too much?
Oh lord, he was so cute. If only he knew how much Wonbin wanted him but became distressed because he couldn’t.
No no
Its just
I really liked it
Are u touching yourself?
Yeah
Really horny
Oh
Youll be the death of me Binnie
This was different. Very. Not a single time in those four weeks texting back and forth did he ever send Anton a picture or video like how he did for those other men. Though he still continued making some money, he didn’t talk about it and Anton didn’t ask, because the relationship they were forming wasn’t transactional. But the bubble had burst and instead of it being a disappointment, it has become something he didn’t know he would crave for more and more. Anton sends Wonbin a video of him stroking his dick and Wonbin masturbates, matching his movements with the ones of the very large and neat palm of the man. He thinks of him playing with his dick and fingering his ass with those fingers, enabling him to arch his back and throw his head left and right in pleasure.
Anton doesn’t ask for anything in return but Wonbin wishes he could supply him with something. Just a little thing.
That night he finishes hard. He and Anton send kissy emojis and wish the other a good sleep. Wonbin stays silent afterwards, when he steps out to use the bathroom he walks on his tippy toes and wonders if Ningning heard his gasping or moist action. He washes his face with cold water and stares at his bare features looking back at him in the mirror.
There were red signs blaring right above and in his head, they were telling him to stop; this whole thing, the flirting, the texting, not just towards Anton but also the random men. He needed to get his life together and find some other ways to make money or entertain himself. Do pottery, dance, maybe attend one of his roommate's singing lessons, just something that’ll make him feel better. But he’d gotten to a point of no return, not only was he starting to form a new relationship in his life he looked out for, at the same time, the little devil on his shoulder encouraged him to continue it.
Wonbin was a liar, a guileful and delusional man and also the prettiest “girl” Anton has ever met.
That was all he was and would continue being as long as he could.