There’s a guy on my feed who loves showing off his body. He constantly posts mirror selfies flexing his muscles. At first, I wondered which player was out here casting his net for hookups. It was only later that I found out—his Private Story was visible to absolutely no one else. It was for my eyes only. 1 I swiped past another one of the thirst trap god’s posts. As usual, it was a photo. But this time, he switched up the vibe, giving off a modest, teasingly half-hidden energy. His fingers were gripping the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it up just enough to reveal his sharply defined abs. He wore a pair of gray sweatpants slung low on his hips, the drawstrings hanging naturally—one long, one short—stealing all of my attention with their messy asymmetry. I stared at it for a while, my face silently flushing hot. I couldn’t even remember when we added each other on Snapchat. I just knew that for as long as I could remember, his stories had been filled with pictures exactly like this. Abs, biceps, back muscles… He posted a new one every few days, a relentless assault on my poor heartstrings. I assumed he was a massive player, for three reasons: First, he never showed his face. Second, he knew exactly how to tease. Third, he had absolutely zero modesty. —I mean, what kind of decent, respectable man posts thirst traps like this on main?! I initially just watched them with a “might as well look if it’s free” mentality, but today, it actually got to my head. Those gray sweatpants really did something to me. My sleepiness vanished completely. I swiped up on the photo and replied to his story: “Is it cold in your house? Why are you wearing so much today?” After the message sent, he didn’t reply. I didn’t know if he was too busy or just didn’t want to. I didn’t take it to heart. Seeing that my lunch break was almost over, I quickly put my phone away to catch a quick nap. I woke up to a massive commotion in the office. My female coworkers were huddled in groups, clutching their phones and wailing, “I’m heartbroken! Heartbroken!” Still half-asleep, I caught fragments of the conversation. It sounded like a major celebrity had just gone public with a relationship. I grabbed my phone, opened Twitter to check the trending topics, and froze when I saw the names at the #1 spot. #SiennaAndLiamHayes The person who just went public was my best friend! Fueled by the outrage of “How could she get a boyfriend and not tell me?!”, I clicked on the hashtag. The video attached left me even more dumbfounded. It was from a live talk show taping. The camera was pointed at each celebrity guest’s phone on a table. The game was for each guest to post a sad story to see who would be the first to get a comforting text. Out of all the phones, the one on the far left lit up with a notification first. It was Liam Hayes’s phone. The host eagerly tapped on the screen, hyping up the crowd: “Let’s see who it is—” His voice abruptly cut off. He stood there, frozen. Because in the chat window, there was no comforting message. There was no sympathy at all. Instead, there was a borderline-NSFW thirst trap photo, accompanied by a single line of text: “Is it cold in your house? Why are you wearing so much today?” The video abruptly ended there. The quality wasn’t great—it was clearly leaked by someone in the live audience. But no matter how grainy it was, it didn’t stop anyone from reading the details of the chat window. The sender’s profile picture matched the actress Sienna, and the contact name was saved as “Cece.” This person had sent the A-list Oscar-winner Liam Hayes a never-before-seen private photo, along with an incredibly intimate, flirtatious—almost harassing—message! Given that Sienna had once mentioned in an interview that her childhood nickname was “Cece,” the internet collectively agreed that it was her. And just like that, the “relationship” between Sienna and Liam Hayes exploded onto the trending charts. I vigorously rubbed my cheeks, the shock so immense I thought I was still dreaming. My chat with the thirst trap god was still sitting there. With trembling fingers, I opened the app, and the exact same content assaulted my retinas. I came to a terrifying, sobering realization—the thirst trap god who regularly posted muscle pics on my feed was none other than the A-list movie star, Liam Hayes. 2 The trending topic was still mutating. The most triggered of all were his fans: “Normally, you won’t even show an ankle, and you button your shirts all the way up to your chin! I thought you were the poster boy for male modesty, but instead…” “What is this?! Liam Hayes’s abs?! Let me touch them!” “Ladies, who has the high-res version?! I need it for my lock screen immediately!” “Local passerby here—is Liam always like this behind closed doors? This is incredibly hot.” That last comment had the most replies. I clicked into the thread and was nearly blinded by a wall of fans screaming, “NO HE IS NOT!” Undoubtedly, his fans were in shock. But I was equally in shock! I scrolled through the comments, trying to use the fans’ collective trauma to offset my own. Before I could even catch my breath, a banner notification popped up at the top of my screen. It was from my best friend, Sienna. She attached a screenshot. Sienna: “Summer, please don’t tell me this is you?” The screenshot was the chat history. Indisputable evidence. I lowered my head and confessed: “It’s me.” She sent a string of ellipses before genuinely asking: “How on earth did you manage to get on Liam Hayes’s radar?” To be honest, I wanted to know too. I was just an ordinary girl who appreciated some good eye candy. How did I end up socially executing myself in front of the entire nation? Even though technically, the one currently being socially executed was my best friend… Afraid I was causing her trouble, I couldn’t help but ask, “Is it going to be a huge mess?” She replied: “It’s fine on my end. Since it wasn’t me, my PR team will just issue a denial. It’s Liam’s side that’s going to have a nightmare dealing with this.” I bit my lip, still digesting the reality that the “thirst trap god” was Liam Hayes. My best friend’s gossip radar activated: “So what exactly is going on between you and Liam?” I didn’t know how to explain, so I just said, “He’s the player I told you about before.” My best friend practically slammed her desk through the screen: “So the fish he’s been trying to hook this whole time was YOU!” “…” I felt like this was basically a fairy tale. Liam Hayes and I were complete strangers. He didn’t know me, and I didn’t know him. Or rather, I knew of him, because he was a massive celebrity. Aside from that, zero intersection. How could he possibly be trying to hook me? Just as I finished denying it in my head, a new message popped up at the top of my phone. It was the other protagonist of this media storm. He replied. Liam Hayes: “I’ll try to wear less next time.” “…” Bro, are you absolutely sure you didn’t catch the wrong fish? 3 If he was just a regular fuckboy on Snapchat, I might have flirted back a bit. But he wasn’t. He was the A-lister, Liam Hayes. I couldn’t understand how he still had the leisurely mood to flirt with a random internet stranger like me right now. Right after the incident blew up, my best friend’s team issued an immediate clarification, stating that she wasn’t the one who sent the message. Her celebrity friends also stepped up to vouch that her private contact number didn’t use that username. Meanwhile, I quickly changed my profile picture and display name, terrified that someone I knew would figure it out. The only person at the absolute epicenter of the storm—Liam Hayes—remained completely silent. No PR statement. No clarification. It was as if he had no idea the internet was tearing itself apart over him. The biggest backlash was about his “image collapse.” After all, Liam Hayes was previously known as the ultimate “good boy” in Hollywood. He kept his nose clean, had zero scandals, and his life consisted purely of filming and hitting the gym. He barely had any other hobbies and didn’t even touch alcohol or cigarettes. He was a gentleman, polite, and always fully clothed. The media had even interviewed him about his habit of never showing skin. At the time, Liam had stated: “My body is only for my future wife to see.” When that interview clip dropped, it was massively retweeted by fans praising him for being the ultimate standard of modesty. Let’s just say, the higher they praised him back then, the harder they were mocking him now. After all, the guy who claimed “only my wife can see my body” was privately blasting thirst traps across the internet. I also felt his public persona was incredibly fake. If only his wife could see it, then what the hell was he doing on my feed every day? Picture after picture, I had basically seen every inch of his torso. Was I his wife? But facts proved I still underestimated Liam’s psychological endurance. At the exact moment his private account was exposed, not only did he not lay low, but he actually posted another story that very night. Once again, it was a photo. But the style was much more explicit than before, and true to his word, he was wearing noticeably less clothing. I honestly didn’t know what to say anymore. I could only sigh at how fake Hollywood personas really were! Liam Hayes was clearly a top-tier player casting a wide net, yet he had somehow been crowned the “golden boy of modesty”… It was the biggest joke of the century! I decisively muted his stories. To my shock, a few minutes later, Liam actively messaged me, attaching that exact photo. He asked: “Is this okay?” I had no desire to play ambiguous games with him. I asked bluntly, “What exactly do you want?” He was even more blunt than me: “I want to pursue you.” I was so terrified I instantly blocked him! Even after blocking him, my heart was still pounding. Thank God Sienna warned me. Turns out, I really was just a fish in his massive pond! 4 Just as I escaped his pond, my best friend fell into his clutches. It turned out she and Liam already had a professional crossover—they were going to co-star in a commercial for a luxury mineral water brand. The contract had been signed ages ago, but the brand hadn’t announced it yet. Now that the two spokespersons were embroiled in a massive internet rumor, the corporate sponsor decided to ride the wave and push the campaign forward. The commercial shoot was urgently rushed onto the schedule. Terrified my best friend would be taken advantage of, I warned her repeatedly: “You have to be careful around Liam Hayes!” She nodded and promised. But on the very first day of the shoot, she dropped a massive bombshell on me. Sienna: “Turns out Liam is the one who recommended me to the brand for this commercial!” My head instantly filled with question marks. While confused, I was also amazed. This player’s net is way too wide, isn’t it?! I asked anxiously: “How is it? Has he harassed you at all?” Her reply completely subverted my expectations: “No, he’s totally normal. If you hadn’t told me, I never would have guessed he was that kind of guy in private.” Heartbroken by her naivety, I typed out: “It’s a persona!” Afraid she’d let her guard down, I called her directly and told her about Liam saying he wanted to pursue me. I heavily emphasized: “He’s just trying to hook whoever he can!” To my surprise, my best friend focused on the completely wrong detail: “So he really is trying to pursue you!” Me: “?” She derailed even further: “Do you think Liam gave me this commercial gig because of you?” I couldn’t take it anymore. I was frustrated by her lack of survival instincts: “Why are you trying to force a ‘deeply devoted’ narrative onto a fuckboy?!” My best friend laughed softly. “What if he’s not a fuckboy?” “Of course he is,” I argued. “What normal person posts stories like that? At first, I thought he was a sugar baby looking for rich older women.” She laughed even harder. “I think the only person he wants to hook is you.” I was speechless. “I don’t even know him.” “Maybe you two—” Her voice abruptly cut off. A moment later, a crisp, clean male voice came through the phone: “Can I sit here?” Thanks to the barrage of internet videos over the past few days, I instantly recognized the voice as Liam Hayes. It was clear and distinct, with a very unique timbre. “Sure,” Sienna said. After some rustling sounds, Liam asked: “Are you close with Summer?” “…Yeah,” Sienna replied, sounding like she was holding back a laugh. “Then do you know why she blocked me?” Liam’s tone sounded genuinely bewildered. “If she wasn’t happy with the pictures, I could push the boundaries a bit more.” Pfft. Sienna burst out laughing. After a long while, she offered eagerly: “Should I ask her for you?” “Thank you. I’d appreciate that,” Liam said politely. As soon as he walked away, my best friend completely lost it. She laughed hysterically, the sound grating on my nerves. I snapped: “Stop laughing!” She let out two final chuckles and teased intentionally: “He seems to know you, by the way.” Me: “…”
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