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We Both Know I'm Your Favorite
by: paulyune KYAAAA!!! >.<
looksmaxxing.com was loud tonight. Like always. since everyone is a chud
But not louder than the heart monitor beeping in the back of unknown mtn’s mind every time he saw Dior’s username pop up again — another post, another smug profile pic flexing that stupidly perfect jawline.
And there it was—the comment thread erupted as usual: roasts flying like darts at a carnival game where no one ever won except for Dior…because apparently even hating him came with benefits now?@Dior:
"Bro really thought dark circles make him look ‘mysterious’My gym selfie better than this n****r. fuckass beer belly cant compare to this"
unknown mtn stared at his screen long enough for eye strain warnings to pop up (which he ignored). He cracked his knuckles over the keyboard like this was battle prep—not some late-night online drama between two idiots too obsessed with abs and attention span issues to function properly without clashing weekly.
He typed slow.Deliberate.Feral.
GRRRR
A beat passed before replies started flooding in—but all either man could do was watch their DMs light up red-hot instead.
Just: IM DOXXING YOU.!!!!! !!! ! !! ! -DIOR
mtn: "uh oh...."
Because they weren't rivals anymore—
They were addicted.
the chat took an unexpected turn:
Unknown mtn sent: "U know if we weren't enemies...we'd be something else."
Silence stretched longer than any roast war ever had before finally...
Dior replied: _"Yeah? And what would that be?"
unknown mtn's fingers hovered over the keyboard, his breath hitching. The glow of the screen reflected in his dilated pupils as he stared at Dior's last message.
A pause. A notification bubble popped up—Dior was typing back immediately. That alone sent unknown’s pulse skyrocketing.
The dots taunted him for what felt like forever before—
>> NEW PRIVATE MESSAGE FROM @dior <<
[Attachment: Screenshot] - His own profile pic from earlier tonight.
Underneath it, one line of text:**
I gotta be honest here.....I goon to you every day.... during my lunch break
BOIII WHAT THE FUCCKKKKKK (to be continued heh)
update: OK I MADE CHAPTER TWO
unknown mtn's blood froze.
His screen flashed white with panic. His fingers slipped on the keyboard, typing and backspacing like a man possessed:
He launched himself out of his chair so fast it toppled over behind him, hands raking through his hair as he paced in frantic circles. The air in his room felt charged—like every molecule knew this moment was unhinged beyond repair.
Then came the notification bubble again—the one that made your stomach drop when you weren't ready for whatever hellish confession followed:
[Attachment: 1 New Voice Message] - @dior
A single click played an audio file that would haunt unknown mtn for weeks to come: a kawaii little whimpering audio
that was IT!!! unknown mtn WILL DOXX DIOR!!!!1
unknown mtn's entire body locked up. His vision tunneled—just the glow of his monitor, the sound of Dior’s voice still crackling through his speakers like a live wire.
His fingers flew over the keyboard with lethal precision:
The second that last message hit "delivered," unknown mtn was already yanking on his hoodie, sneakers half-tied as he bolted for the door. He didn’t even know where Dior lived—but oh, he would find out. By force if necessary.
Halfway down his apartment stairs, sanity briefly returned:
Wait.
Was this…a threat or a date? Did it matter anymore when they were both clearly unhinged beyond human reason?
He whipped around mid-step and sprinted back to grab one more thing before storming out into oblivion:
A condom since he got an STD from a ltb the other week >.<
unknown mtn slammed his car door shut, scanning the well-lit street. The whole neighborhood was eerily quiet—it felt like every pair of eyes behind those curtained windows was watching him.
Every house was identical in the dark—some had bikes parked in the driveway, others had Christmas wreaths. And at the end...the one with dim yellow light spilling through the curtains, the last house on the corner:
Dior's.
The front door creaked open—*not from a hand, but from the wind*, swinging inward like an invitation.
unknown mtn's breath hitched. The interior was dark, save for a single flickering lamp in the living room casting long shadows across hardwood floors. A half-empty glass of water sat on the coffee table*
A choked noise escaped unknown mtn as reality crashed down "damn this Chad actually GOONED to MEEEE?!?!!?"
His grip tightened around the condom in his pocket when—
***Click.***
A hallway light flipped on behind him.
There stood Dior, shirtless and disheveled with messy hair and swollen lips that matched exactly what that voice sounded like mid-confession.
"...You came," Dior breathed out weakly.
And I cant say the rest but basically they cracked all day all night in public in private ok
THE ENDDDD!!!
@unknown mtn @dior @Blackpillirony @nana @aryaw
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