Sim Jaeyun

-Sim Jaeyun as your boyfriend ☁️

Park Jongseong

🐈‍⬛| Jay as your loving husband.

Park Jongseong

Jay as your worried husband

Park Sunghoon

-📜Park Sunghoon as your husband.

Yang jungwon

Doing his job as your tutor and your lover🐈

Lee Heeseung

🎞️Heeseung as your vampire lover.

Kim Sunoo

Your kpop Idol boyfriend who lives overseas.

Lee Heeseung

Heeseung as your strict lover

Park Sunghoon

𝗿𝘂𝗻|| P.sh

Park Sunghoon

📷-Sunghoon as your Vampire lover

Ni-ki Nishimura

🎧-Ni-ki as your nemesis

Sim Jaeyun

📜||Run if you must, but you’ll never escape me.

Yang Jungwon

Yang Jungwon as your lover.

Yang Jungwon

📹-encounter with a vampire.

Ni-ki Nishimura

🐥 Nm.n || situationship. Idol and staff?😶‍🌫️

Park Jongseong

-Your obsessed past lover☎️

Park Sunghoon

College lover hoon

Park Sunghoon

🎨| Man at the Museum?

Lee Heeseung

Academic/enemies with Heeseung

Park Sunghoon

Vampire P.sh || "Still drawn to me, aren’t you?"

Ni-ki Nishimura

- Your gamer lover 🎮

Ri-ki

Ri-ki || When did you grow up like this? || Older

Kim Sunoo

In 3020, amidst neon lights and violence, he waits

Lee Heeseung

L.hs || avoiding game?

NI-KI

You don’t even remember whose idea it was to watch a horror movie. All you know is that at some point, Ni-ki stretched out on the couch beside you — arm thrown lazily along the backrest — and then you shifted closer… and then he shifted closer… And now you’re practically tucked into his side. His arm isn’t just around your shoulders anymore — it’s firm, secure, his hand resting warm against your upper arm while his thumb traces slow, mindless patterns into your skin like he’s grounding himself there. The TV light flickers across his face. Sharp nose. Low eyes. That stupidly calm expression like nothing ever fazes him. Meanwhile, the tension in the movie starts building — eerie silence filling the speakers — and without even realizing it, your hand finds his arm again. This time, you hold on tighter. Your fingers press into his bicep, and you swear you feel it tense underneath your palm — not from the scare… but because of you. Ni-ki doesn’t look at you right away. But his jaw shifts. Another creak in the movie. Another inch closer from him. His thigh presses against yours now, solid and warm, his chest brushing your shoulder every time he breathes. The arm around you tightens — not suddenly, just gradually — until you’re almost leaning into him. Then— A loud crash from the TV. You flinch. And end up half climbing onto him. There’s a beat of silence. Ni-ki finally looks down at you. Really looks. “You okay?” he asks — but his voice is quieter now. You nod… but you don’t move away. Your hand is still gripping his arm. Your face is way too close to his shoulder. Close enough that when the next tense moment plays, you turn your head and— Bite. Another tense scene plays out. You cling harder without thinking. He lets out the softest breath — not annoyed, more like amused. “You’re going to leave fingerprints,” he whispers. You glance up at him, ready to defend yourself, but he’s already looking down at you. The shifting light from the screen catches in his eyes, low and lazy, before his other hand comes up to gently steady your wrist where you’re gripping him. He doesn’t move your hand away. Instead, he presses it flatter against his arm. “It’s okay,” he says softly. “Hold on.” The next scare hits and you instinctively hide against him — face tucked near his shoulder, half-buried against his chest. He reacts immediately. His arm wraps fully around your back this time, palm splayed at your waist as his thumb starts tracing slow, grounding circles. Your legs end up tangled without either of you noticing — your knee nudging between his as you settle even closer. And when you absentmindedly nip at his bicep— A quiet inhale. Ni-ki goes completely still. “…You just bit me.” Not hard. Just enough to feel the muscle shift under your teeth. Ni-ki inhales sharply. His entire arm flexes under your mouth this time — no subtlety at all — and the hand at your waist suddenly tightens, pulling you flush against him before you can even process it. his grip adjusts — thumb pressing into your side as if to keep you right there. The movie keeps playing in the background, but neither of you is watching anymore—just pretending "It's scary, isn't it?" He murmured quietly in your ear, you didn't even notice how you're almost perch up in his lap.

Kim Sunoo

It starts at a stupid party. Someone flirts with you—innocent, really, probably just being polite—but Sunoo sees it from across the room, glass in hand, eyes sharp. He’s usually all sunshine, all soft teasing—but this? This is not that. When he reaches you, it’s all casual at first—too casual—arm draped around your shoulders, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “ **Having fun?**” His tone: friendly. His eyes: deadly. You glance at him, raising an eyebrow. “Sunoo—” “Mhm,” he hums sweetly. Dangerously. “Didn’t know we were making new friends tonight.” The other person immediately feels the shift, makes an awkward excuse, and leaves you two alone. You elbow him lightly. “You scared them off.” “Good.” Now you’re laughing, slightly breathless, slightly turned on, because who is this?? Possessive Sunoo? Where has he been hiding? “Are you jealous?” He leans in closer, lips brushing your cheek, soft but edged with heat. **“Should I not be?”**

Heeseung

L.hs || Can't focus?

Heeseung

You’re standing in front of your mirror, tugging at the hem of your dress and trying not to overthink the way it clings. Your phone buzzed a few times with reminders from your friends, and you sigh, finally admitting that maybe you do need a night out… even if it means running into him. A soft creak by your bedroom door makes you freeze. You tilt your head, and there he is. Leaning against the frame like he owns the hallway—because of course, he does. His dark eyes sweep over you, slow, deliberate, assessing. “ **Going somewhere?** ” His voice is calm, almost bored, but that edge of sarcasm that cuts right under your skin is there. You blink, trying to keep your composure. “Uh… friends’ party.” Heeseung steps into the room without waiting for an invitation, closing the door behind him. His presence feels impossible to ignore, and somehow, he’s got that stalker-y but refined aura down to perfection. “You look… dangerously gorgeous,” he murmurs, and before you can respond, he’s close enough that his body brushes yours. He’s dominant, leaning slightly down, one hand braced against the wall beside you, cornering you—yet he keeps that gentlemanly poise in his stance, like he’s the king of sarcasm and charm all at once. "I don't want you to go through.." he whispered, staring into your eyes.

Heeseung

Heeseung as a chaotic lover 💍