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Challenge accepted. Secrets, lies, but mostly fluff. WY had a full life with a successful company but he was bored, and starting to feel he wanted more. Dating was however a nightmare, most were just after his name and money. Until he met eyes with SN at a fashion show.
WY came with a friend, after much nagging, because it was an exclusive event, no media, low to the ground. Mostly people he'd never seen before. Models were normally stone-faced but at this show they smiled and interacted with the audience, it felt intimate and playful.
When WY met eyes with the wide-shouldered cutie in all-white, his world seemed to stop, and only start again when he got a dimpled smile and a wink. He'd dated models before. It usually didn't end well. After the show, he saw the guy mingle, casually handsome with a
beautiful laugh. He seemed very comfortable and confident, so WY put it out of his mind. Clearly a charmer. Except suddenly the guy was there, and blushing. The pink in his cheeks, the little stumble over his words introducing himself, he looked like a school boy in love and
WY had never been so charmed. Confidence was sexy, but nothing was as sexy as seeing a confident guy crumble into a nervous mess at the mere sight of him. He forgot his reservations. He also forgot he had plans for the night, and went to dinner with SN, and finally
gave SN a private tour of one of the hotels he owned. The penthouse, especially, and it was a large place, it took all night in fact. He half expected SN to have left, the next morning, but woke up to sunlight playing over golden skin, a wide, sculpted back he wouldn't mind
sharing a lot of sunrises with. Over breakfast, SN talked about wanting a quiet, simple life with family, and it hadn't even been 24h but WY was sure. This was it. SN wanted to go slowly. He was clearly not after money, paying for dinner sometimes, but also taking WY out
on other adventures. He'd never expected to enjoy hiking, or eating fast food on a park bench at dawn. At the same time, SN always showed up in cutting edge fashion, often custom made for him. He modeled exclusively for private events, didn't want fame; he'd started as
a favor for a friend. WY had heard of these closed door fashion shows for the elite, and wasn't surprised SN made good money from it. Whether they were shopping at a small farmer's market or mingling with movie stars, SN was equally comfortable, and never flustered. The only
thing that ever threw him off was WY, and WY had never been more smug about anything in his entire life. One morning, he asked if SN would like to meet his parents. "Just be prepared for that when you ask for my hand in marriage, they'll tell you being a model isn't a real job,
but they bark worse than they bite," he joked. "Give them some time and they'll warm up to you." SN laughed and didn't seem worried, and neither was WY; SN could charm anyone. But after that, SN disappeared. By evening, the phone number was disconnected. The next day,
worried something had happened, WY went to the apartment building SN said he lived in. They'd never gone there, for one reason or another, and now WY couldn't find his name on the door. The more he looked, the more he found that nothing SN had told him was real. He didn't exist.
It didn't make any sense. If SN had been tricking him for money, he'd left without anything. The more WY thought, the less sense it made. Finally, out of options, he chased down the designer from the show where he'd first met SN. The first thing they did was call SN by a
different last name than the one SN had given. They seemed very surprised WY was looking for him, but gave him a phone number, also different. Thinking SN might run, WY had his friend call him and ask for directions for delivery. Those took WY to a basement door of an old movie
theater. Starting to think he'd get stabbed and harvested for parts, WY knocked on the door, and found SN. SN was in blue overalls, dirt smudged on his cheek, wiping his hands on a rag. The initial surprise was replaced by resignation and "How did you find me?" In a small,
dirty back room, WY found a bed and desk. A few pieces of high fashion clothing were hung on the wall, absurdly out of place. This was an office, but SN was clearly living out of it. Cheeks filled with pink, SN showed him around and explained the machinery, and got a proud look
on his face saying he'd managed to restore some old movie contraption that WY didn't understand. When WY asked if he owned the place, SN laughed. "No, my boss pretends to not notice I live here, and I pretend the movies and equipment he sends my way aren't illegal."
They were back in SN's office. WY was cursing himself, because he'd wondered at how SN seemed impossibly untouched by his wealth, not vain and preoccupied with it as most other people he'd dated. He should have known. He asked where the fashion came from, and SN said he had a
friend from high school who made them from leaked designs. High quality, but copies. Through that friend, SN had ended up modeling for that one show - the only one of his life. WY would ask how SN had seemed so confident, but looked at the calm pose and faint smile and knew
SN was nervous out of his mind but it didn't show one bit now either. SN had chosen dates that just coincidentally hadn't cost money. "How did you pay for the dinners?" "I had a little bit of savings." "Savings?" WY echoed. Had, in past tense. The sheepish smile
and helpless shrug was devastating. "I'm sorry. I saw you at the show and I know it was wrong, but... But then you talked about marriage and your parents, and I realized..." "That your adventure fucking some idiot in expensive hotels was over?" WY spit out.
SN reached to touch his cheek, but saw his own hands smudged with dirt and oil, and instead shoved them in his pockets. "That it was selfish, loving you, and keeping you from finding someone you actually have a future with." // I'm out of time! I'll continue later!