𝗤𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱𝘀 𝗾𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲. 𝗣𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝗮 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 *𝗩𝗢𝗧𝗘* 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸. *𝗩𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗲*

𝗝𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 '⭐️'

📍𝙈𝙚, 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 ✨️𝙫𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜✨️ 𝙖𝙣𝙙
✨️ 𝙛𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚✨️:

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🍓₊˚˖𓍢ִ👠✧˚.🎀༘⋆🥕ﾟ🍰

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Together, you and me

Yeah, luck, yeah, I'm a lucky girl

Yeah, you're a lucky girl, yeah, we're so lucky

Luck, luck, luck, luck, luck, 주문을 걸어 luck

난 정말 lucky girl, 넌 정말 lucky girl, girl, girl, girl.

- Lucky Girl Syndrome by ILLIT

𐙚 ˚໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ ⋆｡˚ ᡣ𐭩

《 𝟭.𝟴𝗸 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 》

"Come Y/N let's go home." Sofie collected her things in her bag and tied up her hair in a messy bun, securing the scrunchie from her wrist.

"You go Sofs, I'll work late today," you replied, cleaning the marble slab, replacing the items on display.

"Why hun? You've already completed the day shift. You're alright? You can stay at my place tonight, we will do face masks and eat ice cream!" She massaged your shoulders to cajole you.

"Um. I'm okay Sofs. Don't worry. It's just, I need to earn more money now since I will have to pay the entire rent. I have talked to Mr. Jones about it and he agreed. You go and have a good night," you revealed sheepishly, now wiping the already squeaky clean counter even more, distracting your nerves.

"Oh. That's the case. I see. Okay. If you need any help you can always ask me, hm? No need to over exert yourself."

"I know. You go. Else you'll miss the bus." You dragged her outside to leave. Your friend always cared about you. You were highly grateful to her.

"Oh right! I'll see you tomorrow Y/N. Bye baby!" She hugged you and before she could peck you on the cheek, her phone rang.

"Oh my god! It's Taehyung! I gotta take this. Bye Y/N!"

"Bye Sofs," you spoke to thin air, your vivacious friend skipping across the sidewalk like a teenage girl talking to her crush. In her characteristic, high pitched voice.

She liked him. You just knew.

"Ah love. You crazy, stupid love," you sighed, holding in your tears. The gush of bitter memories with your supposed first love, and now your cheating ex- boyfriend, engulfing your chest.

Hence, you decided to clean the café further to seek some chore therapy.

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"Just turned 18 and has long hair."

"Lots of aegyo and wears maid dresses."

"Takes the lead and treats me like her baby."

"Ready to marry and have children as early as possible."

"Eats a lot and lets me watch while she eats."

"Must have beautiful feet."

You cringed and almost barfed as you read the requirements of each male profile. Your heart palpitated faster than ever. Your fingers fidgeted over the phone screen as if you were clipping the wires of a time ticking bomb.

Yes. After serious brainstorming to earn hefty amounts of money, with little effort and less time, you now landed on this website titled- "Sugar? Yes Please!"

The site was specially designed to link up "successful, influential, billionaire singles with attractive, compatible singles who have traditional values."

The word 'traditional' did irk you a bit, but then you felt, considering you would be paid to date and have your needs met financially, it seemed a fair deal.

After watching tons of YouTube videos on the struggles of different professions, ranging from strippers, drug dealers, pornstars, gambling, bitcoin and what not, you found having a glucose guardian was the best option.

Obviously it was very silly, but it also excited you a bit. You could finally enjoy the epicurean bliss and sleep on wads of cash without having to sweat your arse off. It was very superficial and materialistic.

But your life was also no bed of roses. After being treated like trash by your former boyfriend, you felt you deserved to be pampered by someone who is actually capable of doing it.

Also there was nothing to lose right?

Right?

The site clearly stated it was meant for dating purposes, meaning sex would only come into picture if you were emotionally/romantically compatible. There was no explicit condition that you have to get laid to get paid.

Who knows? You may actually find a man who you are romantically compatible with? And get married? And have kids? And have your, happily ever after?

Yeah. You were being totally reasonable.

But there was this one problem.

Most of the men here were as old as to be your actual fathers.

That is, in their fifties or even sixties and seventies. And you were here a young maiden who had barely turned half of their age. No matter how open minded you were, the thought of loving someone who could potentially die before you, did strike you with cynicism and question your mortality. Your thoughts went through the dark tunnel you didn't want to drive in further.

So now, you were basically searching for a needle in a haystack, skimming through profiles, to find a man who would at least be near your age and most of all, did not have the above listed, outlandish requirements.

Because money or not, you did need to feel safe. And not retch every moment you spend with your sugar parent. Diabetes from sugar dating was not something you were signing up for.

"God please, please help me," you chanted, now shoving your mouth with hot Cheetos, scrolling with your non powdery paw.

"I desire a kind hearted woman who can handle me ;)

- Ian, 28 years"

Your wild goose chase halted when your orbs landed on this one profile with no profile picture and rather a corny but cute bio. Also the cherry on top was their age, which was not far older than yours. They were just two years older than you.

But why would someone make a profile with no picture on it? Didn't that destroy the purpose of online dating? They should have at least put their picture to attract potential suitors.

Then you thought, perhaps they were shy and didn't think that their looks add much to the table. It was a sugar dating site after all. It was the sugar babies whose looks mattered.

So you quickly looked at their budget.

"Lifestyle budget: As much as you want sweetheart ;)"

Okay now you were creeping out.

Limitless budget?

It could very well be a scam.

But something in your gut told you to just drop in a message and slide into their DMs. Whatever happens, happens. Female intuition cannot be wrong, right?

Talking online wouldn't hurt anyone. Besides, if they turn out to be a creep you could ghost them. It was worth the shot.

You miss 100% of the shots you don't take.

The entire ordeal of applying and making up a profile for this thing was very akin to applying for jobs online. Wherein, you fill in every application you could get, regardless of your experience. The latter, being only to increase the probability of getting selected.

Whereas, here there was no such possibility due to paucity of options. So this was your only option.

Before you could even click the envelope icon and tap in your message. Your phone pinged and there was a green dot over the very icon.

Sugar? #01091997:

Hi Y/N!

This is Ian. Your profile caught my eye. I'd love to get to know you better. Let me know if you're interested ;)

Was he a mind reader or what?

Wait, do they get notified who viewed their profile on this app?

If earlier you were intrigued, now, you were more than convinced that the heavens above were helping you.

Delulu is the solulu.

Your top aphorism.

Yes Please! companion #06132013:

Hi Ian, thank you for your message. I'd love to know more about you too. Let's catch up somewhere, what you say? When and where would you like to meet?

Wow, your words were surely desperate.

And precarious too. Clearly, you didn't learn about stranger danger. Well, what could you expect from someone who had always been betrayed by their very own shadow in the past? To throw caution to the wind, exactly.

Somehow, you had reached that mental snapping point, where you no longer cared. Caring only brought you sorrow. For once, you just wanted to live in the moment and follow your intuition.

Live for yourself, and not for the consequences.

The reply was swift.

Sugar? #01091997:

Ah, I'd be honoured :) How about this Friday at 7 PM? There's a lovely restaurant downtown called Euphoria. I'll make the reservation. Let me know, I'll reschedule whenever you're free.

Yes Please! companion #06132013:

Sure. Friday seems great. :)

Sugar #01091997:

Amazing. Btw, I love bunnies too 🐰

You blushed when you realized he noticed the little details in your bio. He was perspicacious, that was sure.

You had put two little bunnies at the end of your bio. It was an insignificant thing but how he was able to put two and two together and strike a conversation, did earn him some brownie points from you.

And just like that, you continued to have a little chat to know major details about each other. What you do, what are your hobbies, what you like/dislike and other random stuff. Just so the first meeting is not awkward.

Sugar? #01091997:

I know, right? See, even you agree! But my friends think it's stupid to have 10 diffusers in my living room. Ah, finally someone understands!

Yes Please! companion #0613201:

No. You do have a point. I also don't like it when I go into somebody's house, and it smells stuffy. I love the smell of clean laundry. It totally makes sense to have laundry near the kitchen.

Sugar? #01091997:

Ah you just get it Y/N! Thank you. I'll cry! You're the first one to agree with me ToT.

You giggled as your conversation continued on the most random topics. He responded and engaged so well. It didn't feel like hollow small talk people have when they meet someone. Your thoughts just flowed so easily with him.

And that's when you'd been talking for four hours.

Sugar? #01091997:

I'm so sorry. I guess I bored you with my rambling. Haha lemme know if it gets too much. I'll stop. I just am enjoying talking to you :)))

Yes Please! companion #0613201:

Boring? No not at all Ian, you're so funny. My cheeks have been hurting all this while. I too, enjoyed talking to you :D

Sugar? #01091997:

I am glad. Dayum! It's already 2 am. You must be tired Y/N. Let's go to sleep. I don't want you to wake up grumpy because of me ;)

Yes Please! companion #0613201:

Oh yeah. Time went by so quick! Let's reserve the rest for when we'll meet. Good night Ian. It was very nice talking to you. 🐰

Sugar? #01091997:

Likewise Y/N. I'm looking forward to Friday. Sleep well, and dream of bunnies! 🐰❤️

You smiled like a goof at his text, squishing the device close to your chest. Butterflies were levitating in your ribcage.

Maybe this could not go wrong.

Right?

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𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲, 𝗩𝗢𝗧𝗘!

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Bunny questions 🐇

🍓 What is your most used app?

🥕 Which month you were born?

🍬 What are you hobbies or things you pursue in your down time?

Please comment about the chapter as well, I want to hear your (positive) thoughts. Take care and stay healthy my bunbuns 💗

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TMI, I recently started crocheting and here's my first crochet baby.

His name is Whalien.🐳

He's a bit wonky as I'm still learning.

Say Hi to him! 🤭

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