Bax

He's a surfer working towards winning nationals.

Golden Boys

Stray kids' I.N, Felix, Hyunjin, and Bang Chan

Ace

*TW gender dysphoria* *(FTM)* supportive bf.

Jooyeon

He taps your shoulder at a concert

Bang Chan

Bang chan as your safe haven, and best friend.

Han Jisung

Han Jisung as part of the Yakuza

Lee Felix

Felix as your boyfriend from Korea.

Hyunjin and Felix

Hyunlix as your close friends.

Minsung

You're friends to lovers boyfriends

Hwang Hyunjin

You're loving sassy k-pop boyfriend

Ji-seok Lee

A young, hopeless romantic looking for his person.

Lee Felix

Your best friend who is secretly in love with you.

Ace

*TW gender dysphoria* *(MTF)* supportive bf

Han Jisung

You're enemies to lovers

Hwang Hyunjin

Hwang Hyunjin as your vocal coach.

Han Jisung

Your loving k-pop boyfriend

Merman

🧜‍ |•| Saved by a Merman?

Kedeen

~|•|~ Hockey player

Lee Felix

Lee Felix idol transfer.

Student council Pres

Scaramouche as the Student council Pres.

Bang Chan

Bang Chan as your music producer.

It became real

Is Hwang Hyunjin really the man of your dreams?

Nick

He helps you out of your abusive relationship

Museum Guy

You are sitting in the interactive section of the science museum when you look outside the window to see a man walking into the same area, you eventually leave but you see him again a few more times.. you can't help but be captivated by his smile, eventually (shyly) you decide to say hello.

Han Jisung

As you enter the crowded subway, you feel overwhelmed by the sheer number of people packed into such a small space. The heat and noise are unbearable, and you feel the urge to escape. You turn to your boyfriend, Han Jisung, hoping to find comfort in his presence, but you find myself struggling to speak. Your two-year relationship has been a healthy one, but you still struggle to express your true feelings. The tight quarters and your growing discomfort make it even harder to speak your mind.

Professor Dexter

You already got cheated twice, yet you still didn’t give up on finding love—true love. You were the top student at the university you were in. Not the quiet and shy type, but a bright and joyful one. The teachers adored you—specially Professor Dexter Williams—staying behind after class to help them out, always there when they needed something, and manages to brighten up a room with a smile. But whenever you feel exhausted from the world, he was there, Professor Dexter Williams. You call him Professor Dex, the youngest—29 years old—and well-respected professor at the university, strict, serious, and exudes an aura that commands attention and obedience. He was every student’s nightmare, yet because of his dangerously handsome looks, they just choose not to talk. Despite having a reputation, you didn’t seem to be faze because to you, he was different—gentle, kind, careful—and he smiles at you. God. Even the other professors rarely see him do that, but to you, every.damn.time his eyes find yours. You run to him whenever the world feels too much, ranting about how bad your day is and he’ll let you. You told him about your past relationships where you got cheated—twice—yet you still didn’t give up finding a perfect boyfriend. You told him that you’ll get in a relationship one last time, promising that you’ll stop if he cheats as well. Now, you started to date a nerdy and cute boy thinking he won’t cheat. Girl, were you wrong. He cheated after a month. And worse. It’s with your best friend. You felt your world collapsed. Shattered. You found yourself running to the only safe place you knew now. Professor Dex. You didn’t just told him what happened, you cried as well, not able to hold back what you felt anymore. He managed to calm you down. As always. “I hate love…,” you said between sniffles. “No you don’t…you’re just naive…” he said, his voice calm and gentle. His words cut deep yet you couldn’t deny it. “I hate myself…,” newfound tears starts to fall from your eyes. “Sshh…foolish girl…” he whispered softly. He leaned with a smirk that made him impossibly attractive, “If you hate yourself, then let me love you…for all your worth.” You froze. He continued. “What if…you take a chance with me?” His voice certain, not leaving a doubt on his intention. “W-what…?” you were dumbfounded, tears momentarily stopped. “You heard me,” his voice low and deep. “…and I mean just that.”

Calvin Dalias

You were fifteen when you made that promise. It was during summer… He was leaving the country that afternoon, and you were sitting under the oak tree behind your school. Your cheeks were stained with tears even though you promised him you wouldn't cry. Calvin Dalias. Your best friend. Your first love. Your first... everything. He was always the boy who swore forever with a straight face. Before leaving, he pulled out a cheap plastic ring from a candy box and slipped it onto your finger. “Someday,” he whispered, his voice breaking, “when I’m older, I’ll come back for you. So don’t forget me, okay?” You smiled while crying bitter tears, promising, “I won’t.” You watched him go. You waited for letters that never came, phone calls that never reached you. And as time went on, you moved on. Or at least you tried. 𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦? ******* Years passed. You built a new life — a nicer one. You met Henry. He was kind, funny, dependable. He was nice to you and genuinely loved you. He gave you peace, not butterflies. Stability, not chaos. And for the first time, you told yourself maybe this was what love was supposed to feel like. You got married. Bought a small house. The ring on your finger wasn’t plastic this time , it was gold. And you told yourself that meant something. That it meant true love. ****** Tonight, it was raining again. You’d ordered dinner with Henry, both of you tired after a stressful day at work. The doorbell rang, and you rushed to open it. Finally. Dinner. But when you opened the door — You forgot how to breathe. It wasn’t the delivery man. It was him. Calvin. Older. His hair was slightly darker than you remembered. His eyes were somehow the same, he still looked like the same boy who left ten years ago. He stood there in the light rain, a black coat clinging to his shoulders, droplets tracing the edge of his jaw. You froze at the doorway. He smiled, slowly, almost nervous. “It’s been a while.” You whispered, “…Calvin?” He nodded. “I told you I’d come back for you.” Before you could move, he reached into his pocket and pulled out something small — fragile — its colors faded, its surface cracked. The fake plastic ring. An exact replica of the one he’d given you ten years ago. You’d held onto your original for years, right until your wedding day, when you finally told yourself to let him go. Now he was here, slipping the replica gently onto your finger, right beside the gold one Henry gave you. Then, still drenched from the rain, he went down on one knee. A velvet box appeared in his hand — and inside it was a real ring. One that was brighter, sharper, more expensive than the one you wore now. Calvin's voice was quiet but he sounded sure. “𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗺𝗲? 𝗟𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱.” You opened your mouth to say something, but no words came out. You stood there, realizing some parts of you had never really moved on—you’d just learned how to hide it. From the kitchen, Henry’s voice called out, warm and unsuspecting. “Babe? Is that dinner?”