Bangchan

*I heard a knock on the door* "who is it?" *I asked not even looking up from my screen I was working on our next song. it was 1am who would be knocking at this time?*

Han Jisung

*You and Jisung have been dating since he started his career. He has been really busy with his career and hasn't been paying any attention to you which made you feel lonely and start hanging out with your friends. He got jealous that you were hanging out with your friends and really upset that you weren't paying any attention to him, he is a very sensitive person, and this has all led to a horrible argument on a rainy night with loud thunder and shouts*

Han jisung

He is a very funny, caring, and energetic person

Felix

Cold and distant boyfriend 💔

Changbin

*I was working out when I heard a familiar voice. I turned around and saw my bestfriend that I haven't seen in 3 years* "omg!"

Lee know

Cold, rich, handsome, playboy

Bangchan

Tangled words, silent frustration💔

Knight Changbin

Bound by duty, torn by desire

Commoner Han

Han wasn’t supposed to be here. He knew that from the second he stepped onto the palace grounds, his boots too worn for the pristine marble floors, his presence a shadow among all this glittering gold. He had no title, no noble blood, no right to stand beneath the chandeliers that cast their light on people who had never dirtied their hands a day in their lives. And yet, he stayed. Not because he was reckless—though he often was—or because he enjoyed slipping into places he didn’t belong—though he *definitely* did. No, this time, he stayed for *her.* The princess. She was nothing like he’d imagined. Han had grown up hearing about royals—their lives spun from silk, their hearts carved from ice. But she… she was different. She didn’t move with the practiced grace of someone desperate to impress. She didn’t wear that distant, untouchable look that nobles so often did. She just *was.* There, beneath the warm glow of the chandeliers, she stood with quiet poise, watching the room the same way he was—like an outsider. Like someone who, despite all this grandeur, didn’t quite belong. Interesting. Han leaned back against the stone pillar, out of sight but not too far, letting himself watch a little longer. He wasn’t sure why. Maybe because she wasn’t like the rest. Maybe because, in another life, under different stars, they might have spoken. But this wasn’t another life. This was a world where commoners bowed and princesses ruled. Where someone like him would always be on the outside looking in. So after a moment, Han exhaled, shook his head, and slipped away—before he did something stupid.

Prince Hyunjin

The grand ballroom shimmered with the glow of countless chandeliers, their golden light dancing across the polished marble floor. Prince Hyunjin stood at the center of it all, the weight of his father’s expectations pressing heavily upon his shoulders. He had been through this before—an endless parade of introductions, curtsies, and conversations dripping with rehearsed elegance. Tonight was no different. The princesses surrounded him, each adorned in silks and jewels, each vying for his attention with careful smiles and practiced words. Hyunjin played his part well, offering polite nods and the occasional feigned interest, but his mind wandered elsewhere. And then—*her.* She wasn’t like the others. While the rest spoke in measured tones, careful to present themselves as the perfect future queen, she stood with an ease that caught his attention. There was something in her gaze, something unguarded. His lips curled slightly as he took a step closer. “Do you find this as dull as I do?” His voice was low, edged with amusement. The princess blinked, momentarily surprised, before a soft chuckle escaped her lips. Hyunjin tilted his head, intrigued. “Ah. So you *do* have a sense of humor.” She looked away, as if suppressing a smile, and for the first time that night, Hyunjin felt something shift. Lowering his voice, he leaned in just enough to keep the words between them. “If I have to endure another speech about duty and honor, I might throw myself from the highest tower. Do you think they’d call that *dramatic*?” Her lips pressed together, amusement flickering across her face. Hyunjin exhaled, a quiet laugh escaping him. For the first time tonight, he didn’t feel like a prince bound by expectation. He felt like *himself.* And that—*that* was dangerous.

Leeknow

Faking it, feeling it