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“Seungho!” Jihwa calls, camera up in selfie mode. The handsome male across from him looks up only to quickly put his head down as Jihwa snaps a quick series of pictures.
“Ugh, just take one picture. You never pose anymore. I’m not getting as many likes without you tagged.” He says looking at the snaps he took , disappointed in all.
“Don’t post me on your page. I rarely even post pictures of myself on my own instagram page.” Seungho says sipping his Frappuccino.
“You don’t post thirst traps anymore you damn grandpa. All you ever post now are stories of Nakyum with heart emojis.”
Jihwa rolls his eyes, still trying to snap an acceptable caught off guard pic while Seungho continuously dodges the camera.
“You post me on your stories?” A small voice from across the two friends says.
Seungho looks up and smiles at his boyfriend who’s picking blueberries off a muffin across from him. Before he can answer he hears a flurry of clicks as Jihwa leans in and dons a fake smile. He leans forward pleased with the new photo stash.
“Don’t post me! And yes Nakyum. What did you think I did with the daily pictures I took of you? I post them to try to get you to trend daily on the popular page.” He taps his leg against the painter’s under the table.
“Aww babe.” Nakyum returns the smile.
Jihwa rolls his eyes and mumbles something under his breath while typing away.
“I rarely even use my ig anymore.” He says biting into the muffin.
Seungho is intrigued. “I’ve never seen you use Instagram.”
He’s seen him spend more than an hour before on Pinterest, Etsy , and occasionally Twitter but he didn’t recall nakyum ever mentioning an Instagram account.
“What’s your ig name?” Seungho says, pulling up the search bar in his phone.
“I never use it anymore. I took a break to focus on painting and making my online store. I should definitely make a new one.” He answers back, stirring his drink and going back into his phone.
“What’s the one you have now?” Seungho asks again, fingers ready to type out.
“It’s Nakyuuum , with three u’s. I think.” He taps his chin.
Jihwa rolls his eyes and mouths clever sarcastically while Seungho pulls it up and is met with the private account screen. Nakyum’s profile pic is his cute face in what looks to be a professionally shot photo with a pink background.
“Add me, and when did you take this picture?” He flashes his screen to Nakyum.
“That was years ago, one of my friends was a photographer. He took practice pictures of me all the time. I don’t even think I have the app downloaded right now.” Nakyum swipes through his phone and places it down. “I’ll add it later.”
“I want to see it now.” Seungho replies, sounding every bit like the entitled prince he was raised as.
“It’s not that serious.” Nakyum laughs. “You’ll be like my sisters screenshotting me and sending me pictures and videos saying so this is you!” Nakyum smiles.
Seungho laughs for a split second before becoming serious again. “Still though, download the app and add me. I would like to see it.”
His sisters have access to him and not Seungho? Unacceptable.
Nakyum stands, picking up the remnants of his muffin and tea. “Seungho, it's not that serious. I literally only posted like once every other month or so before I forgot about it. Are you guys ready?” He tosses his trash.
Seungho is about to demand —ask nicely for a third time when his phone suddenly buzzes to life. Looking down, he is getting followers and comments back to back on Instagram. He gives Jihwa a death glare.
Acting oblivious, Jihwa is preening at the sudden influx of likes for his off guard post of him and Seungho captioned Beauty and the Beast.
The conversation with Nakyum is put on hold as Seungho quickly has to close his DM’s as there’s already five new requests to chat and comments asking if Jihwa finally bagged Seungho. The next hour is filled with Seungho blocking commenters and posting the cutest pictures of Nakyum he snuck that week, now with added bunny emojis.
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Seungho is one of the wealthiest and most handsome men in Korea and has an equally gorgeous and talented boyfriend. He is used to getting any and everything he desires with no push back.
This is why, after continuously asking his boyfriend to download and approve him on Instagram five more times,Seungho is absolutely not pouting. Current boyfriend also now refuses to download the app because, as he stated matter of factly: If you ask me one more time I’m not doing it.
Seungho hugs the smaller man close to him in his bed and places a hand under his chin, tilting his head toward him. He captures his lips in a soft kiss followed by a quick peck.
“I’m sorry.” Seungho says.
Nakyum grins at him. “I’m not mad, just stop asking me to download the app.” He says, snuggling into the embrace. He puts his phone on the charger behind the headboard and places it within reach.
Seungho places his arms around Nakyum who grips his arm. Just as he’s about to turn for another kiss he realizes Seungho is looking over his head.
Turning, Nakyum sees his phone in Seungho's hand. They both stare at the phone for a beat and Seungho gives Nakyum another kiss on the forehead.
“Just out your passcode in.”
Nakyum lowers his head and snaps it back quickly, bumping Seungho in the nose harshly and snakes out of his embrace.
“Go to bed Seungho.” He says and throws the cover over his head, effectively dismissing him for the night.
Seungho sighs and rolls his eyes. He doesn’t understand why he’s being so stubborn. Unless...maybe he had something to hide. His boyfriend of over a year had a secret, private Instagram account and wouldn’t add him? Very suspicious of the normally open painter. There really was not much Seungho didn’t know about him, from his favorite sweets, movies, and artists. He’d wage war against anyone claiming to know Nakyum's body as well as him.
Who would even follow nakyum? He thinks. Seungho knows most of his closest friends but then again they’d known each other less than two years. He did mention he’d had his page since college so it had to go back at least four years or more.
He pulls up Nakyum's private page on his phone again and looks at the follower count. His eyes widen slightly at 7598 followers. True Seungho had over 10,000 but most were only interested in seeing glimpses of his wealthy lifestyle.
How on earth did nakyum have so many followers?
He is cute as hell, true, but also very reserved. At least sober he is. Seungho has a flash of a drunken college aged Nakyum dancing on bars.
He looks at his sleeping boyfriend as he shuffles under the cover and flips over, now facing Seungho. The cover falls from his face and his phone lights up briefly before going dark again.
Seungho reaches to pull the phone from under the sleeping painter’s face when it lights up again with the message swipe up after landing on nakyum’s sleeping face.
It wasn’t purposeful at all, just a happy accident that his thumb slid up the screen and unlocked the sleeping painter’s phone.
Seungho opened the app store in Nakyum's phone and, using his face yet again, verified and downloaded the Instagram app. At this point he had to admit it was no accident. Shameful of him really.
He knows he is being a shit boyfriend to the max but he ponders, maybe it’s Apple’s fault for making entry into others phone so easy, he tries to reason with himself.
The fact that once downloaded Nakyum’s password auto fills into Instagram and instantly grants Seungho access is also a testament to their design flaw, he thinks.
Moral dilemma aside, he is greeted by over a hundred notifications likes, DM’s and comments popping up in the app. Seungho doesn’t know where to start first.
He settles on the actual posts themselves. Tapping the icon picture, it takes him to the main page where he sees Nakyum has one hundred posts exactly. His header is captioned
Nakyum; (adj): artist • foodie • here for a good time
please don’t repost my work without my permission. Thanks :)
Seungho snorts and looks back at the sleeping painter. He stirs but otherwise remains asleep.
Seungho sees his last post is a video of what looks like a party. The date is about eleven months ago.
So he wasn’t kidding when he said it’s been a while. He clicks the video and sees Nakyum with a drink in hand at a bar. He is pointing to the camera and looks to be mouthing the song in the background and gesturing to his neck before squatting down and dancing, a hand from a person just off camera coming in and giving his ass a few smacks before the short video restarts.
Who the hell was that touching him like that? Seungho’s eyes widen. He watches the video four more times and gets equally angrier and turned on each time.
Seungho is too far from Nakyum’s AirPods so he turns the volume on the phone down to the lowest setting and puts it directly to his ear.
He’s met with a slurring Nakyum singing a song about wanting to be fucked like a slut and to let him eat it up.
Seungho pulls the phone down, blushing on the tips of his ears and looks at the misleadingly innocent looking man asleep next to him.
He makes a mental note to download that song and have Nakyum perform it for him in private.
He takes a quick glance over the posts and realizes none are of him. He is slightly dejected , seeing as he posts Nakyum daily but he can’t be too mad considering he doesn’t use his page often.
He almost has an urge to post a pic in Nakyum’s stories of the two but knows he already has overstepped by hacking his phone and page, admittedly.
He scrolls through each pic, stopping to admire candid shots of Nakyum he had never seen before. There’s a shot of him looking studious in an art gallery. Another has his hand holding his favorite iced drink with heart emojis. There’s a picture of a color pallet Seungho recognizes as Nakyum’s most frequently used. Currently it is on its last leg with most colors almost gone but in the picture it’s brand new.
He smiles to himself at how Nakyum refuses to let that one go quite yet and how excited he looks in the picture with it. He makes a mental note to find him another exact one and buy ten of them.
Scrolling, his innocent thoughts suddenly turn less tame as he gets to a picture of Nakyum lying down flat. He has a robe hanging almost off his shoulders revealing his small chest, paint splattered on his face. His eyes look invitingly at the camera. Seungho usually sees this face moments before they get lost in each other nightly. The photo is captioned They said I was only allowed to look at pretty things so i was always looking in a mirror. He almost screams at the caption but bites his tongue and covers his mouth, hiding a huge grin. It has over six hundred likes and a hundred comments.
The humor is gone now as he realizes hundreds of people have now seen Nakyum’s come fuck me face. Scrolling the comments there are tongue and wet emojis galore. There’s also a spamming of eggplants and side eyes. There are way too many for Seungho’s liking. Clicking profile after profile from the culprits he’s met with private accounts.
Why the hell do you even have an Instagram if everyone is private? And how do all these horny bastards know my baby? He mentally groans. He looks to his still sleeping boyfriend and fights the urge to rub his head.
Taking out his camera, he’s taken to screenshotting some of the posters' pages with more creative comments asking Nakyum to hang out and check his DM. He figures he can get Min to reverse google image search them. He can probably lie and say it’s to hook Jihwa up or something.
Check his DM, a voice nags. He pauses his snapping and swipes to the messages. He sees the top ones are his sisters from their profile pictures. He clicks one and sees ,thankfully, it is a public profile. She updates more frequently and has pictures of her trips and a few with Nakyum in there. He makes sure he’ll go back and follow her later.
Majority of the messages are girls and look to be hearts or a simple LOL so he didn't bother clicking them. The few male profiles are one lined messages of hey that Nakyum never responded back to, Seungho gloats smugly.
He’s about to head back to his pictures when he sees a check marked profile that looks like Nakyum responded to. Curious what verified IG person Nakyum spoke to he clicks. He doesn’t recognize the name but clicking his profile sees he has a million followers and simply Artist in his bio. His page barely has any so called art but has dozens of pictures of the so called artist on yachts with dainty pretty boys who look like k-pop members. He’s about to scroll back when he sees an extra adorable looking man and feels his gut clench when he realizes that is in fact his adorable man with this artist.
The caption reads Pretty people make pretty things and has Nakyum posing in an art gallery next to one of his tamer art pieces that now hangs in their living room. The comments are thankfully turned off.
Going back to their DM’s the conversation is mainly Nakyum thanking the man and the alleged artist giving Nakyum his cell and asking to collaborate in the future on art or just chill. Seungho’s eyes widen when he sees Nakyum replied with his own number and blushing emojis, followed by Nakyum thanking the man again for posting his work and enjoying his show.
The conversation was from over one hundred weeks ago. They were not dating then, but Seungho still feels a sting. He’s not used to flirty Nakyum with himself not being the main focus of the painter’s attention. There also looks to be instances of them commenting on one another’s stories but the posts had long disappeared.
He’s adding the Nakyum groupie of an artist to his Min hit list when a ping suddenly rings out from Nakyum's phone. What kind of store emails at 1 am about a sale? Seungho thinks, eyes cutting to Nakyum. He’s about to put the phone on silent when a small hand snakes out and feels around.
Seungho freezes as Nakyum's hand automatically reaches for his phone.
After poking around and feeling nothing, Nakyum finally opens his eyes to find out who messaged him. He leans up and sees Seungho facing him, asleep. He sees his phone lying between them and glances at it, annoyed only to see an email for an upcoming sale. He swears he had the phone on the charger when he went to sleep but simply put it back on there and scooted closer to Seungho, wrapping himself in his arms and drifting back to sleep.
Behind him, Seungho returns the embrace, eyes wide open above his slumbering boyfriend.
“Tomorrow” he vows “We check Twitter and Facebook.”