And this is what I call "anti-agency" on the part of my male lead. Because sometimes heis behavior is just so ugh.:
Clicking on the notif, my screen is washed out by murky-dark footage of Kat laying on his back drowsily with one hand over his face answering the barrage of comments coming in hot and heavy from a little more than seventeen hundred fans.
“Siiii, lo siento. I know. I promised to do the live stream today, but I ended up getting home a lot later than I thought I would.” pause “No no, I didn’t forget. I’m here aren’t I?” pause “I’m sorry. But thank you for waiting for me.”
He blows a kiss to the phone and I feel myself redden involuntarily.
So that’s why people enjoy watching these.
But it’s not good for a fangirl heart…
He laughs now, but I can’t tell which of the army of comments he’s responding to.
“No, I’m not drunk,” he smiles, covering his mouth with his free hand. “I guess my face is pretty rosy.”
Now all the comments are fans scolding like middle-aged mothers, saying they don’t believe him, and ‘haven’t they told him a thousand times not to go getting tipsy?’
“You guys are always so suspicious,” he pouts brattily. “But I’m not drunk. I was out with a girl...”
I-!
I see him scroll through the comments for a minute before he responds, his eyes sleepily scanning the infinite wall of text that I’ve given up trying to read at this point, sitting - stewing in my nervous embarrassment.
“Si. Yeah. I was getting dinner with someone I know,” he nods slowly.
.
Someone he knows?
I mean…
I guess it’s true enough but at the same time…
-The fan comments come through faster than ever now - the edge of the screen vomiting up disappointed sentence fragments like nauseated alphabet soup -
‘Just someone you know? Boo! And here we thought you were finally getting yourself a girlfriend, you old geezer. We need your children to keep taking pictures for us when you’re ugly and old.’
He just laughs languidly at all of these, shaking his head.