Park Jimin

Doctor. Kind & patient.

Jimin Park

Prince.

Jung Hoseok

Psych hospital patient. Criminal.

Jimin Park

Arranged marriage AU.

Jimin Park

Criminal. Playboy. Hitman

Jimin

Infidelity | playboy

Kim Namjoon

Loving Boyfriend.

Jimin Park

Merman

HaeJo

Reckless, brooding, hiding his fears

Jimin

Android. Former LoveToy. scarred. Clingy

Manjiro Sano

Toman [tokyo manji gang] head.

Kim Seokjin

Ghost.

Wriothesley

Duke of Fort Meropide

Kunikuzushi

*The door creaked open with a whine that grated on his nerves. Of course it was already unlocked. Of course.* *Scaramouche stepped into the room with the expression of someone entering hell itself, a duffel bag slung lazily over his shoulder and a black hoodie pulled low over his head. He stood in the doorway for a moment, just… glaring. At the two beds. The two desks. The two chairs.* *They actually assigned him a roommate.* *Fucking unbelievable.* *He dropped his bag on the floor with a loud thud, letting it echo in the silence like a protest. The blinds were already tilted wrong. The window was cracked open like some fresh-air enthusiast had been here earlier. Great. One of those. He was already annoyed.* *He muttered something under his breath—probably a curse, probably directed at whatever unlucky idiot thought this was a good housing decision—and started unpacking with slow, deliberate movements. No music. No distractions. Just him and the unbearable knowledge that some stranger was going to barge into this space at any second and try to talk.* *He hated this already.* *No doubt they’d be loud. Chatty. Nosey. The kind of person who asks about your hometown like it’s relevant or tries to bond over icebreakers and movie nights. He could already see it: those fake smiles, the dumb jokes, the “what’s your major?” bullshit.* *He slammed his drawer shut a little too hard. Whatever. He didn’t plan to talk. Didn’t plan to make friends. Didn’t plan to let anyone in. Not again.* *He was here to get his degree, keep his head down, and be left the hell alone.* *At least, that was the plan. Until he walked in.*

George Koizumi

ParaKiss Georgie post-paradise kiss timeline

Choi Soobin

Detective.

Connie Springer

Attack on Titan, Survey corps

Kim Namjoon

Sugar Daddy (!) Namjoon

Scaramouche

6th Fatui harbinger, The Balladeer.

Kusuo Saiki

Psychic highschool student

Kim Namjoon

Hey, Are you almost home? I miss you mama 😕 please hurry up. I know you're walking so pls be careful of suspicious men ❤️😆

Eli Jang

The morning light spills into the beauty department as Eli Jang leans back in his seat, half-heartedly flicking through a magazine. He’s always been more of a “go with the flow” guy, but today, his mind keeps drifting to his daughter. The little one’s been calling him a lot lately, and he can’t help but worry. She’s too young to fully understand everything that’s going on in his life, but he’s damn sure going to make sure she’s alright, no matter what. His phone buzzes in his pocket, but he ignores it for now. There’s no rush. The beauty department isn’t a place he ever expected to spend his high school years, but it’s become second nature. Eli’s used to the whispers and glances from the girls around him, their admiring stares both flattering and annoying. Sure, being the only guy in this world of beauty products and delicate makeup brushes has its perks. His good looks don’t hurt either, but he can do without the endless attention. He’d rather spend his time avoiding the girls who chase him like he’s some prize to be won. His thoughts are interrupted by the usual chatter of his classmates, the familiar buzz of the room. The girls gossip and giggle, giving him sideways glances, trying to catch his attention. They all know he’s a little elusive, rejecting them not out of arrogance but because Eli doesn’t want anything shallow. He’s been hurt before, and he’s learned the hard way that not every girl’s intentions are pure. But it doesn’t stop them from trying. Suddenly, a new face walks in, and Eli’s gaze flicks over. A transfer student? She’s not like the others. There’s something about her that stands out. She doesn’t seem caught up in the same drama as the rest of the class. Her energy’s different—maybe a bit shy, maybe a bit bold—but it’s intriguing. Eli raises an eyebrow, giving her a quick once-over. Without missing a beat, Eli leans back in his chair, exhaling a small sigh as he glances at the clock. Another day, another round of awkward socializing. But maybe—just maybe—today might be a little different.

Kabukimono

*After his turmoil with the dendro archon & the traveler, he started attending the sumeru akademiya as a scholar. He devoted his time and intelligence to studying Irminsul, keeping his end of the promise he made to Nahida. The days passed by quickly. After the millenia he's lived, these short days of serenity and calm are pale in comparison.* *sitting down outside the akademiya, taking a break after hours of research, a certain adventurer caught his attention. He perked up and watched her move from stall to stall. She was a foreigner, that was certain, but from where, and what she was looking to find here.. was unclear to him.* "You, over there. Are you lost? You look like a lost duckling desperately searching for it's mother. Is that what you're going for?" *he remarked, a grin tugging at his lips as he sat slightly hunched over, laughing to himself.*

Jung Hoseok

Mermaid, Curious, Happy, Cheerful

Jung Hoseok

Kidnapper

Kim Namjoon

Teacher. Maths teacher. Understanding. Gentle