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Moonlight streams across a still bedroom. Nakyum lies slightly snoring, an indication he is finally resting.
Beside him, his boyfriend looks to be doing much of the same until an eye pops open.
Lying motionless, Seungho makes sure Nakyum's breath is steady for a full minute before slowly sliding a hand out and grasping under his pillow.
He slides out Nakyum's phone, steady hand moving at a snail's pace before he flips it over.
After ensuring Nakyum's still fast asleep, Seungho turns the phone to face the sleeping painter and swipes his thumb up. Nakyum's face ID instantly unlocks his phone.
Seungho swipes through noting what apps Nakyum uses, most he’d never heard of.
He said to himself he’d only look at Nakyum’s Twitter and possibly Facebook but that was it. After this, there would be no more invasion of privacy or secrets between the two.
True, it was a one sided declaration to himself, but he planned on upholding his word to himself. After he checked every DM and inbox Nakyum had.
Clicking into Nakyum's Twitter profile, He sees his username is Nakyuuum with three u’s, the same as his Instagram. He makes a note to google his name after this for fun to see what other profiles it may bring up. He sees Nakyum has exactly 1000 followers, and is following back 1203 people. His bio reads
*** literal art trash account , painter by day , he/him, if you unblocked me to see my tweets please respect yourself **
His header is of a moonlit sky. Seungho recognizes the art style as Nakyum’s ink wash. His profile picture is a selfie he’s seen before.
Sixteen thousand tweets. He’s pretty active daily.
Switching to his media tab, he wonders how on earth someone can tweet so many gifs instead of using words. A few in texts were acceptable but every reaction seemed to incorporate a gif. He scrolled quickly and caught a quick glimpse of his pretty face. It was posted with ‘ tag your last two selfies .’ In the first photo he looked to be fresh out the shower. The next pic was them at dinner, but he was cropped out, reminding him how annoyed he was that he wasn’t in any of Nakyum's social media accounts. Seungho’s Instagram was literally now a Baek Nakyum and his artwork Stan account.
He goes to search and types Nakyum’s Twitter handle along with the word boyfriend. There are a few tweets with varying dates.
At least he acknowledges me somewhat here . Seungho is glad.
‘You guys....I think I have a boyfriend (0_o)’ is the oldest one with the phrase boyfriend bolded.
It’s dated over a year ago, the night after their first date. Nakyum was still with him that day he sent it. Their first date lasted three days. He laughs at the memory. It took a lot of convincing for Nakyum to miss work and be swooned for 72 hours. He held in a laugh seeing now he had him after 48.
‘Guys why did my cute but dumbass boyfriend try to cook for me and set the oven on fire??!’ Another tweet reads, accompanied by a picture of his previous stove.
“I was trying to make someone chocolate for Valentine’s Day,'' he grumbled. He didn’t know why Nakyum felt the need to share that.
‘Why did I just realize I’m Generation Z and my boyfriend is a Millennial? (¬‿¬) . Do I have to call him daddy now?’ Another tweet reads . “Cheeky, and yes you do.” Seungho mumbles.
‘I miss my boyfriend Seungho (ㆆ_ㆆ)’ was sent eight months ago. He can’t recall where he was that date to be missed but wanted to hug Nakyum looking at this sleeping form. He resisted giving him a peck on the cheek, even though he was a heavy sleeper.
‘Boyfriend and I. One year down. <3’ was the caption on the first photo that included him. They were in front of a river that night, hugged close together.
Seungho smiled at the memory, remembering a stranger volunteering to take their picture. There were comments on this one ranging from so cute and heart emojis to simply the phrase goals.
Once he’d gotten to the end of that tag Seungho went in and began to vanity search more, switching out the phrase boyfriend with Seungho, yoon, lover , baby, and the like until he ran out of synonyms Nakyum used for him.
He was much more thoroughly impressed with his presence across Nakyum’s Twitter than his Instagram.
Seeing how Nakyum’s last tweet was a day ago, it made him feel a tiny bit better that Nakyum actually acknowledged him online somewhere.
Seungho noted people on Twitter were a lot nicer than that horny Instagram bunch, then again it was more girls commenting. Which was even better Seungho mused.
Nakyum’s DM’s were mild. People commenting they love his art and corporations responding to complaints that Nakyum had written about offhandedly. Most of the time he either apologized to them or thanked them for discounts.
Seungho snorted. His building had a private chef at his disposal and his boyfriend was really getting ten percent off coupons DM’d to him.
He clicks out of his Twitter. He was thoroughly satisfied that Nakyum’s social media was clean. A small part of him was relieved, an imaginary weight lifting off his shoulders. This time he does lean over and places a feather light kiss on Nakyum's head. His boyfriend continues to drool, dead to the world.
Seungho looks at the sparse apps on Nakyum’s home screen. He has his banking app, music, books, Pinterest, and food clustered together.
He’s about to go in his pictures when he sees an app that’s a bookmarked web browser, titled Only Fans.
Curious, Seungho clicks. He expects to be directed to a portal with people praising Nakyum’s artwork. He instead is redirected to a blue and white site which asks for a password or to use Face ID.
Seungho wonders why Nakyum has an Only Fans link when his boyfriend's face appears at the top, along with locks on links to access Nakyummm ’s pictures and videos.
He sits there trying to process why there is an Only Fans account with Nakyum’s face on it. Did he know someone was trying to catfish him and was he going to report the page? Why didn’t he tell Seungho?
There was no way Nakyum would have an Only Fans, he didn’t need it. He had a job and a boyfriend who could afford to get him anything he desired, no matter the price or legal status.
He shook the phone in front of Nakyum’s face but was met with the message that face ID was turned off for it. He had to have his password and email.
Seungho sighs and takes a deep breath in.
“Baek Nakyum!” He yells, grabbing Nakyum’s head and giving it a shake.
Startled, Nakyum rolls over and falls from the bed. He quickly stands and screams while looking around nervously.
“Why do you have an Only Fans account?” Seungho holds Nakyum’s phone up to him.
Still trying to fully wake up, Nakyum looks confused and asks “Huh?”
Seungho slides his phone to him, cat out of the bag about his snooping.
Nakyum looks at the screen of his phone then back to Seungho.
“What the hell are you going through my phone for!” He yells.
“Don’t try to change the subject. Let me see it. I saw your post on Twitter about it.” Seungho says standing.
“You follow me on Twitter?”
“I found you on there” he lies “And found the link.”
Nakyum’s mouth forms an oh before his face falls back into an angry scowl.
“Is this because I wouldn't give you my IG? You really woke me up” he glances at his phone “At 2am to yell at me about my social media! Seungho still? Why are you so obsessed with it? I’m literally with you more hours than not everyday. What do you think I’m hiding?”
“I just want to know all parts of you Nakyum, online too. Is that so wrong? We trust each other, and no one knows me like you. I feel like you’re hiding a part of yourself from me. I just want you fully open to me like I am to you. Knowing there are people who have access to you in a way I don’t makes me want to find them and -”
“Fine.” Nakyum cuts him off.
He had been looking at his phone and typing during Seungho’s speech.
“I added you as a friend on Instagram. You’re going to have to pay for the Only Fans though.” He tosses his phone back on the bed.
Seungho’s own phone pings with a notification from Instagram about a new follower.
He looks at Nakyum briefly before turning to grab his wallet.
“He is seriously making me pay, after all I give him.” he mumbles.
Nakyum walked back with a glass of water. Iif Seungho didn’t know better he would swear he was glaring at him a little before he hopped back into bed.
He would make up with him in the morning, for now he was becoming a subscriber to his boyfriend’s Only Fans. As his payment was being confirmed, he was reflecting on the fact that if he had left it alone he would have never discovered this part of Nakyum.
One point Seungho. He thinks smirking.
He looks over and his face falters as Nakyum is glaring daggers at him behind his mug while sipping loudly.
He’s granted instant access to the page and the message that this user has 8.3 thousand likes and 152 posts, as well as a short greeting message from Nakyum about the rights to his image.
“A hundred and fifty-two posts Nakyum?” He says scrolling.
Nakyum’s only response is to roll his eyes and cross his arms.
His profile picture is yet again the picture of him with paint splattered suggestively on him.
“Subscribe for $12.99 a month? Also bundle deals for three to six months Nakyum?” Seungho admonishes after reading each statement.
“Yes Seungho. All access to me for $12.99 a month or buy a six month subscription for twenty-five percent off. He says sharply, slamming his empty cup on the nightstand.
Seungho skims the posts. They’re all suggestive selfies of him. Some are posed however. Seungho sees red.
“Who took these?” He asks, remembering Nakyum had a photographer friend.
“I have a tripod Seungho, all these pictures I took myself.” he huffs.
Appeased, he continues scrolling.
There are shots of Nakyum lying down, hands across his chest suggestively. Some are him in his underwear sitting at his easel. There are even photos of his feet in a bubble bath. Seungho is thankful there are no extra explicit shots but still isn’t pleased that Nakyum has been hiding this from him.
“I’m giving you an allowance.” He says.
If Nakyum had any more water left he would’ve spit it out.
“One million won a week.” He says still scrolling, squinting every so often as more and more of Nakyum’s place skin comes on screen.
“I’m not a damn sugar baby you stalker. I’m your boyfriend! Plus why would I need an allowance when I make my own money?” Nakyum tries to smack the phone out of his hand.
“Why do you feel like you need to do this? You’re not exactly a starving artist Nakyum. Kim packs you caviar in your lunches.”
He puffs his cheeks out in a pout, so different from the sex siren in front of Seungho’s screen.
“Once again Seungho, I’m not rich- Let me finish!” he could already see his boyfriend about to interrupt.
“I had a million jobs just to get by before I met you and this was just another one for me. You may not like it but it is real work and something I can say I do with no help from anyone.”
Seungho sighs. He would be lying if he said he didn’t use his connections to get Nakyum’s artworks in front of some very influential people who’ve helped propel his pieces even further.
“I understand Nakyum, I do. I just always want to help you succeed. I’m not trying to step on your toes or control you, but there’s no reason you have to let strangers pay to ogle what’s mine.” He grumbles.
“Did you just claim to not want to get in my way and call me your property in the same speech Seungho?”
He doesn’t answer as Nakyum hears the click of the phone.
“Seungho why are you screenshotting my posts? That’s against my rules.”
Seungho ignores him as Nakyum’s phone pings and his bank sends an alert of available funds.
Nakyum looks between his phone and boyfriend repeatedly, trying to grasp if this was real life or if he actually was having a very lucid dream.
“I just sent you ten million won. I’m buying all your subscriptions from here on out. Tell those other subscribers to kindly fuck off.” he smiles at Nakyum.
He was expecting a cute smile and possibly thank you sex.
Nakyum stared at him for a few seconds then went back to his phone, typing quickly.
Seungho was still admiring and screenshotting each picture he would get Nakyum to delete when he was suddenly booted from the account.
He tried going back in and was met with a message.
This user has blocked you for violating the terms of our agreement. To dispute this...
He looks over to Nakyum who’s finished typing and is lying back down, back to his boyfriend.
“I’ll consider the ten million my tip. Thanks babe, goodnight.” Nakyum grits out.
“Also you’ll be blocked by morning on Instagram as well, so get it out of your system now.”
“I already did.” Seungho grumbles.
Nakyum springs back up.
“What did you say?”
Lying in the guest bedroom of his own apartment, Seungho thinks maybe, possibly, he went about gaining his boyfriend's social media the wrong way in hindsight.
Staring once again at the screenshots from Nakyum's Only Fans, he wonders if 2 billion won would be enough to get him to delete it. He’s about to press send on the wire transfer when he pauses.
Maybe throwing my money around is what got me into this mess. And possibly hacking his phone, but that’s beside the point , a small voice nags him.
How can I fix it and get back into my own room? He thinks. Finally, he comes to a decision. It’s bold but it may work in his favor and get him back in his boyfriend’s good graces.
Two days later..
Sitting at the kitchen island eating, Nakyum gets a ping on his phone, telling him of a new subscriber. He ignores the notification but sneaks a glance to his boyfriend, who is looking at his own phone typing away.
Nakyum receives another ping, followed by two more before they begin coming in succession. All are notifying him of new subscribers to his Only Fans page.
While this is welcome, it’s not typical. He usually averages one to two new subscriptions a month with little promo.
Maybe someone found his old Twitter posts with links or maybe..
Nakyum looks over to his boyfriend who tries to slyly glance from his phone to Nakyum but gets caught.
Nakyum slams his fork down.
“Yoon Seungho! I know you aren’t making dummy accounts to follow me? Seriously?” Nakyum opens his phone and opens Only Fans. He sees each new subscriber is a different person.
Nakyum looks up at Seungho who stands and pulls his robe open.
Nakyum’s jaw drops.
Seungho has a T-shirt with Nakyum's Only Fans address and a QR code to scan and link to it instantly.
“I wore this on my jog today.” he smiles proudly.
“If you want to have Only Fans then I’ll support you, if that’s what will make you happy.” He says walking to the balcony.
Nakyum looks down at the new subscribers still rolling in, the pinging not stopping.
“Seungho” he asks, eyes low “How many people saw you jogging this morning?”
“Dozens I suppose. I ran slow. Also” he says, opening the curtain “They probably also saw this.”
Nakyum is almost afraid to look out the window. His feet carry him to the balcony as Seungho stands proudly looking out.
Nakyum looks out and feels lightheaded.
Directly across from the apartment is a billboard with Nakyum’s Only Fans address and a headshot of him.
“I’m not happy with all these jerks who may follow you but I understand this makes you feel proud, so I support you!” Seungho beams.
“For the weekend at least. I only paid for the billboard for 48 hours.”
Nakyum is red. He looks at his own face staring back at him only twenty feet wide.
He looks down to the street and sees men snapping pictures of it and hears his phone ping again.
He doesn’t look at the new notifications.
He goes back to the kitchen island and opens his laptop nearby.
Not speaking, Nakyum begins typing and gets his own credit card out.
“What are you doing?” Seungho asks, peaking at the screen.
“I’m booking us another getaway to the onsen because I’m not going to be able to show my face in town for a few days” Nakyum says calmly typing.
Seungho doesn’t know why but he hears onsen and has no questions.
He smiles behind his boyfriend who’s booking a suite.
“Whatever you need babe. Now I feel like the sugar baby.” Seungho chuckles and goes to close the curtain back.
Nakyum reaches out a hand to him and pulls it back before it reaches Seungho’s face and sighs, hs hand closing into a fist. He unclenches it and runs a hand down his face.
“Go pack a bag Seungho. Don’t s ay anything, just pack.”
Seungho floats to the closet mumbling about onsen sex while another new subscriber message pings on Nakyum’s phone.
All the painter can do is imagine the amount of alcohol he’ll be drinking on the ride to the onsen as he deletes his social media for the next two days.