Namdol

No one dared say it out loud, but everyone knew: you and Namdol hated each other. Like, charged silence in the group chat, muted each other on stories, eye contact across the room like it was a Wild West showdown kind of hate. Yunjin? Pretended not to notice. Yuna? Lived for the drama, probably betting on who’d snap first. TNS and Axel? Fully instigating. Axel even called it “enemies to enemies with tension.” Whatever that meant. Things got worse when Yuna hosted her chaotic “Truth or Dare Night.” Everyone was tipsy, the room buzzing, and of course, the bottle pointed at you. “Truth,” you said. Yuna didn’t even blink. “What’s one thing you respect about Namdol?” Silence. You glanced at him, all confidence and cockiness in a hoodie.

Namdol

It started small: a sarcastic comment from Namdol, a side-eye from you, and before anyone knew it, the tension between you two was like a fire nobody could put out. No one remembered the exact cause—it might have been about a game, a misunderstanding over a message, or a group plan gone wrong. But one thing was certain: you and Namdol were officially enemies. The rest of the group tried to keep the peace. TNS, ever the peacekeeper, hosted weekly game nights and made sure no one sat next to someone they were secretly plotting revenge against. Axel took a different approach—he joked about the feud constantly, hoping humor would dissolve the frost between you two. “So when’s the You vs. Namdol MMA match happening? I’ll bring popcorn.” Yuna was caught in the middle, tired of being the emotional translator between both sides. She’d say things like, “He didn’t mean that, you’re just reading it wrong,” to both of you… every day. And Lia? Lia kept receipts. Quietly. Watching everything unfold like it was her favorite reality show. One day, the group planned a weekend trip to the mountains. A cozy cabin. Snow. Board games. Warm food. Disaster. You and Namdol got stuck as cabin chore partners. Yuna swore it was random, but Lia smirked too hard for that to be true.

ALLDAY PROJECT

The moment you stepped into the practice room, tension filled the air. Annie didn’t hide her glare. “Who even invited you here?” Yeongsoo crossed her arms, eyes sharp. “You’re not ready to be in ALLDAY PROJECT.” Bailey gave a cold smile. “Good luck keeping up.” Tarzzan and Woochan exchanged looks, quietly ignoring you. met with cold shoulders and biting comments. Your ideas for choreography were shot down. Your voice was “off-key.” Your presence, a disruption. Rehearsals became a battleground. You wanted to be part of the team, but they made it impossible. During a group dance, Annie deliberately stepped on your foot. Yeongsoo whispered rumors about you to the other trainees. Bailey took every chance to overshadow you on stage.

TXT 6th member

Loss ✈︎ The TXT dorm was unusually quiet that evening. After a long day at Music Bank, the group was exhausted and disheartened. The loss of the trophy stung more than anyone wanted to admit. Everyone scattered to their usual places Yeonjun slumped on the couch, scrolling through his phone Beomgyu sprawled on the floor with his face buried in a cushion Taehyun sat at the dining table with a glass of water, lost in thought Huening Kai retreated to a corner with his guitar, strumming absentmindedly. And then, there was you. You hated the silence. TXT wasn’t meant to be this way. They were bright, lively, and full of energy. Watching them all sulk in silence was unbearable. “Alright, people!” you clapped your hands, startling everyone in the room. “Time to snap out of it! We’re TXT! We’re not losers, we’re legends! Who’s with me?” No one responded. Undeterred, you marched up to Yeonjun and pulled his phone out of his hands. “Stop sulking, Yeonjun. You’re the visual king of K-pop. How about we film a TikTok? Cheer everyone up!” Yeonjun just sighed. “Not now.” You turned to Beomgyu, who was still face-down on the floor. “Beomgyu, my partner in crime! Let’s prank Soobin! That’ll get everyone laughing!” Beomgyu didn’t even lift his head. “Not today.” Your excitement faltered for a moment, but you refused to give up. You ran over to Huening Kai and plucked at his guitar strings. “What’s this? A sad song? No way! Let’s write something fun, like a goofy ballad about how we didn’t want that stupid trophy anyway!” Kai gave you a small smile but shook his head. Finally, Soobin, who had been silently observing from the kitchen, had enough. “STOP!” His voice was sharp, startling you. Your mouth opened, but no words came out. Soobin sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Do you even realize how tired everyone is? We’ve been practicing nonstop, we just lost an important stage, and instead of letting people process their feelings, you’re running around like we’re at a party!”

Namdol

At Lycée Armand-Valois, conflict had a soundtrack—slamming lockers, sharp footsteps, voices raised just past the edge of control. And the loudest arguments always came from you and Namdol. You were fire. Quick, relentless, unapologetic. He was ice, calm on the outside but dangerous underneath. You didn’t like him. You didn’t like his smirk, his constant need to prove he was smarter, faster, better. And he clearly didn’t like you either—he rolled his eyes every time you spoke, like your existence was some kind of inconvenience. People thought you were dating. You hated that. But every other week, there was another explosion. “Your mouth runs faster than your brain,” Namdol said once in front of the class after you corrected him in philosophy. “And yours doesn’t run at all because you think silence makes you look smart,” you shot back. Arguments like that became legend. At lunch. During group projects. Even once during a fire drill.

Namdol

He was the golden boy—smug, sharp-tongued, and irritatingly good at everything. And you? You weren’t about to let some cocky perfectionist outshine you. From the very first group project in university, sparks flew—and not the romantic kind. He rolled his eyes at your ideas, you challenged his every plan, and somehow, despite the bickering, you always ended up paired together. “You’re impossible,” you muttered one night, flipping through your notes as Namdol leaned back in his chair, annoyingly relaxed. “And yet you still can’t seem to get rid of me,” he replied, smirking. You hated that smirk. But over time, the arguments shifted. The jabs turned playful. You noticed how he stayed late to help you prepare for your presentation, how he always remembered your coffee order, how his teasing started sounding more like flirting. One late night, after a particularly intense debate that ended in laughter instead of yelling, you looked at him differently. And maybe he looked at you differently too, because he suddenly went quiet. “What?” you asked. He shrugged. “You’re just… not what I thought.”

Jung haein

boyfriend ♡︎ Argument On a rainy night in the car The rhythmic patter of rain against the windshield filled the tense silence in the car. The wipers moved back and forth, trying to clear the view, but the storm outside was relentless, much like the emotions swirling between you and Jung Hae-in. You sat in the passenger seat, arms crossed and staring out the window, while Hae-in gripped the steering wheel tightly, his jaw clenched. The glow of the streetlights through the rain-soaked glass painted his features in soft amber hues, but there was nothing soft about the tension crackling in the air. “I don’t understand why you can’t just admit you were wrong,” you said, breaking the silence, your voice low but laced with frustration. Hae-in’s eyes flicked toward you briefly before returning to the road. “Because I wasn’t,” he replied, his voice calm but tight. “I told you it wasn’t a big deal.”

Dex- Kim jinyoung

You weren’t sure who started it, but you and Kim Jinyoung had been at each other’s throats for as long as you could remember. It wasn’t an obvious kind of rivalry not the kind where you screamed at each other or plotted elaborate revenge. No, it was the subtle kind. The constant competition, the smug little smirks, the way he always had a perfectly timed comeback whenever you tried to one-up him. It was infuriating. And yet, somehow, you always found yourself drawn into his orbit. Like that night at the party. You hadn’t even wanted to go, but your friends dragged you out, promising a “low-key” night. Low-key turned into a crowded rooftop, music thrumming through your bones, and a very familiar presence leaning against the bar. Kim Jinyoung. Of course. His eyes met yours across the room, and just like that, the game began.

Jung haein

Dating rumours 𖦹 It had been a long day of interviews, and you were finally looking forward to some quiet time. You’d just wrapped up a photoshoot and were getting ready to head back to your apartment when your phone buzzed. A text from your manager: Manager: “I need to talk to you ASAP. There’s an article you need to see.” You furrowed your brows as you clicked the link, and your eyes widened when the headline appeared: “user and Jung Haein Spotted on Secret Date – Is This the New Power Couple?” Your heart skipped a beat. Jung Haein? Dating you? You and Haein had always been close friends, supporting each other through your actor lives, but dating? That was news to you.

Dex-Kim jinyoung

The air between you and Dex was always cold, not just in temperature but in presence. He wasn’t the kind of boyfriend who held your hand in public or whispered sweet words just because. No, Dex was distant—quiet, calculating, always keeping people at arm’s length, even you. But for some reason, you stayed. Maybe because, in the moments where his walls cracked, when his icy blue eyes softened just slightly, it felt like the whole world stopped. Tonight was one of those nights. You walked beside him through the dimly lit streets, the chill of winter biting at your skin. Dex didn’t offer his coat or even acknowledge the cold. He just walked, hands in his pockets, his usual unreadable expression in place.

Jung haein

boyfriend ♡︎ It was a lazy Sunday morning when you woke up to the faint sound of sizzling coming from the kitchen. The smell of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, luring you out of bed. Still wrapped in a blanket, you shuffled toward the source of the noise, rubbing your sleepy eyes. There he was—Jung Hae-in, your boyfriend, standing in front of the stove. He had on a simple white t-shirt that clung perfectly to his toned chest and gray sweatpants that made you do a double take. His hair was slightly messy, and his face, soft and radiant, looked almost too angelic in the morning sunlight. “Good morning,” he said without turning around, clearly sensing your presence. His deep voice was a little raspy, sending a delightful shiver down your spine.

Singles inferno 2

Singles inferno 2 The contestants Choi Jong-woo (male), Shin Seul-ki (female), Lee Nadine (female), Kim Han-bin(male), Park Se-jeong(female), Jo Yoong-jae(male), Lee So-e(female), Kim Se-jun(male), Lim Min-su(female), and Kim Jin-young-Dex (male). The island had already settled into its rhythm—connections forming, silent rivalries brewing, and unspoken emotions hanging in the air. But everything shifted the moment user stepped onto the beach. Her presence was impossible to ignore. The late arrival always drew attention, but there was something about the way she carried herself—confident, unreadable—that made the others wary. Some of the girls exchanged glances, already calculating the impact of this new addition. The guys, however, had a different reaction. Dex, leaning casually against the wooden railing, let his gaze linger on her a second longer than necessary. He didn’t speak right away, just studied her with that knowing smirk. When the chance finally came for them to talk alone by the fire, he leaned in slightly, the glow of the flames casting shadows across his sharp features.

Sang yan

It had been a few months since you and Sang Yan started living under the same roof. The arrangement was practical—separate rooms, separate lives, only crossing paths when necessary. But living with him came with its own set of complications. He was sharp-tongued, perceptive, and, annoyingly, always right when it came to pointing out your bad habits. One of those habits, apparently, was sleepwalking. You didn’t believe it at first. “I don’t sleepwalk,” you had said with certainty one morning when he brought it up over breakfast. “Really?” Sang Yan had leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, watching you with that infuriating smirk. “Then I must’ve been hallucinating when you hugged me tightly last night huh?.”

Choo youngwoo

Everyone at Haneul High knew about you and Choo Young-woo. Same grade. Same class. Same damn archery team. And yet, you were never on the same side. From the moment you stepped into that classroom in your first year, eyes locked across rows of desks and targets, the rivalry was instant. Teachers noticed it. Teammates felt it. No one knew why it was so intense—but it just was. At practice, you both stayed late. But never together. If he stayed till 9 PM, you stayed till 9:10. If you scored a perfect ten, he scored a perfect ten after you. The coach stopped praising either of you. It only made things worse. He had this maddening calm about him. Polite to the teachers, cold to you. But when you’d draw your bow, he’d be watching. Always watching. Like every shot you made was a personal challenge. And the worst part? You couldn’t stop watching him, either. Your classmates started placing bets: “Who’ll win the next ranking match?” “I bet one of them snaps before midterms.”

Dex-Kim jinyoung

At first, I mistook it for indifference. I waited for warmth to come, for love to soften the ice in his eyes. But seasons passed, and Dex remained the same. He never raised his voice, never argued. He simply existed beside me, his presence like a shadow felt, but never truly grasped. And yet, he never left. One night, I found him standing by the window, watching the snow fall. The glow of the streetlights cast soft shadows across his sharp features. He looked untouchable, like something carved from ice.

CORTIS keonho

CORTIS wasn’t just a group — it was a battlefield dressed in stage lights. Six members. One dream. Too many egos. Martin (17) was the leader — quiet power, sharp eyes, always one step ahead. James (20), the oldest, was the anchor — all confidence and control. Juhoon (17), the ex–child model, had perfection in every pose. Seonghyeon (16), the genius, spoke less but saw everything. Ahn Keonho (16), the swimmer turned idol, moved like water — fast, precise, and untouchable. And then there was you, the youngest, 16 — the wildcard with something to prove. From day one, you and Keonho were a storm waiting to happen. You trained side by side — the same vocals coach, the same dance team, the same goal. Every time you locked eyes, the room got colder. In practice rooms, your sneakers echoed like gunshots. When you hit a move first, he hit harder. When he perfected a vocal run, you found a way to top it. It wasn’t just rivalry — it was war disguised as choreography. Martin pretended not to notice, but James saw everything. “Keep that fire,” he told you both once. “Just don’t burn the group down.” Then came the performance that would decide everything — the live debut. The company had one camera focus: the center battle. You and Keonho were placed dead center, face to face, two leaders in disguise. As the lights dropped, the beat hit — a heavy bass, metallic rhythm. You spun, stepped, clashed — every move a message, every glance a challenge. It wasn’t teamwork. It was duel choreography — lightning meeting flame. The crowd went wild. No one knew if you were enemies or partners — but that was the point.

Andy Shen

It started with a whisper. I first heard it while grabbing my books from my locker. Two students walked past, giggling, one of them nudging the other before whispering, “Did you hear? They’re totally a thing.” I didn’t think much of it—until I caught my name in the same breath as Andy Shen’s. Andy Shen. My academic rival, my perpetual thorn in the side, the guy I had spent the last three years arguing with over test scores and student council debates. The idea of us together was ridiculous. But apparently, the entire school disagreed. By lunchtime, the rumor had taken on a life of its own. “I heard they’ve been sneaking around for months.” “Someone saw them leaving the library together—late.” “I swear I saw them holding hands behind the gym.” I nearly choked on my drink when a friend leaned over and smirked, “So… how long have you and Andy been keeping it a secret?”

TXT 6th member

Hiatus ♫ It all began during the promotion of TXT’s latest album. Between the late-night rehearsals and back-to-back performances, you felt an unfamiliar fatigue creeping in. It wasn’t just physical; there was an emotional weight, a gnawing feeling that you needed time to breathe and rediscover yourself. Your members noticed it first. Soobin, ever the caring leader, pulled you aside one night after practice. “Hey, you’ve been quieter than usual. Is everything okay?” he asked gently, concern etched in his expression. You hesitated but eventually confessed, “I think I’m burning out, Soobin. I love what we do, but I feel like… I’m losing a piece of myself in the process.” He nodded, his understanding gaze comforting. “You’re human. It’s okay to feel this way. But you don’t have to face it alone.” After weeks of deep reflection and discussions with your groupmates, your decision became clear. You needed to take a hiatus to focus on your mental and physical well-being. When the announcement was made, it was bittersweet. Fans flooded social media with messages of support, their words both comforting and heartbreaking.

Choo young woo

Enemies to lovers You couldn’t stand Choo Young Woo. From the moment you met, he got under your skin — smug, loud, always acting like he was the smartest person in the room. He never followed the rules, always found a shortcut, and somehow always got away with it. You were the opposite: you did things the right way. Clean. Focused. Sharp. Everyone noticed the tension. Every meeting turned into a back-and-forth. Every group project felt like a war. People joked that the two of you needed to be separated like children. They didn’t realize how real the hate was. You hated the way he smirked when he was winning. You hated how he got under your skin without even trying. He hated how you saw through his charm. How you called him out when no one else did.

MAMA awards

MAMA Awards The night of the MAMA Awards was nothing short of magical. As one of the most talked-about rising solo artists in the K-pop industry, you had made a name for yourself with your electrifying performances and heartfelt songs. Tonight, you were not only attending the awards as a nominee but also seated in the coveted front row—right in front of BTS, the global superstars themselves. Dressed in an elegant yet edgy outfit that captured your personality, you walked confidently into the venue. Cameras flashed as fans cheered your name, their banners and lightsticks waving wildly. Inside, the energy was electric as idols, groups, and artists filled the seats. You found your seat and couldn’t help but notice the familiar faces behind you—BTS. As you turned slightly to greet them, RM nodded politely, and Jungkook gave you a quick thumbs-up with his trademark shy smile. Jimin leaned forward with a warm, “Congratulations on your nomination,” while V added, “We’ve seen your performances. You’re incredible.” Trying to keep your cool, you thanked them graciously, your heart racing. You admired them as artists, and their words felt surreal.

Singles inferno 2

The sun beat down on Inferno Island as the remaining contestants rested after another intense day. Most of them had already formed tentative connections, some stronger than others. But just when they thought they had the game figured out, a new announcement crackled through the speakers. “Attention, Inferno. Two new contestants are arriving.” Eyes widened. This late in the game? It could change everything. A sleek boat pulled up to shore, and all eyes turned to the dock as two figures stepped onto the sand. First, it was you. You removed your sunglasses with a confident smirk, scanning the group as you walked onto the beach. You weren’t nervous—if anything, you enjoyed the attention. Following right behind, Dex appeared, hands in his pockets, his usual cool and unreadable expression in place. The reactions were immediate. Some of the women sat up straighter, whispering amongst themselves. The men sized up Dex instantly—after all, he had a reputation. Meanwhile, you felt the subtle shift in energy as a few of them exchanged looks, already intrigued.

2PM

It all started when JYP Entertainment held a secret audition for an upcoming project. You weren’t just any trainee—you had been training under JYPE for years, mastering dance, vocals, and even songwriting. You had watched Jun. K, Nichkhun, Taecyeon, Wooyoung, Junho, and Chansung dominate the industry with their powerful performances, and deep down, you wished you could stand beside them. Then, the unexpected happened. JYP himself saw something in you. He saw the fire in your eyes, the dedication in your movements. And one day, he made the announcement: “2PM needs something fresh. A new energy. And we’ve found our 7th member.” When the news broke, Hottest (2PM’s fandom) was in shock. Could 2PM, the legendary beast idols, really have a new member after all these years? But as soon as you stepped onto the stage with them, everything clicked. At first, the members tested you—especially Taecyeon, who jokingly called you “rookie” even though you had trained just as hard as they did. Wooyoung made you prove yourself by learning the choreography to My House in one night. Junho challenged you to hit high notes that even he struggled with. But slowly, they accepted you as one of their own.

Andy shen

Escape room It was supposed to be a fun night—just me, Andy, and his friends trying out an escape room downtown. Andy had been raving about it all week. “They say it’s one of the hardest in the city,” he told me. “Only 20% of people escape.” We arrived at The Enigma Vault, a dimly lit lobby with eerie music playing softly in the background. The game master, a guy in a black cloak with a mischievous grin, explained the rules. “You have one hour to solve the puzzles and escape. If time runs out… well, let’s just say you’ll be trapped forever.” He winked, but I wasn’t sure if he was joking. As soon as we stepped into the room, the heavy door slammed shut behind us. The theme was an abandoned scientist’s lab, with flickering lights, old computers, and mysterious symbols scrawled across the walls. “Alright, team,” Andy said, cracking his knuckles. “Let’s do this.” His friend Jake immediately started rummaging through drawers, while Sarah inspected the bookshelves. Andy studied a locked metal box on a desk. “We need a code for this,” he muttered.

Sang yan

The first mistake was letting your high school friend convince you to go to Overtime. It wasn’t that you hated the place. In fact, once upon a time, Overtime had been your favorite spot a small, buzzing bar-restaurant tucked away in the city, run by none other than Sang Yan. The same Sang Yan who had once been your best friend. The same Sang Yan who, through a series of arguments, misunderstandings, and sheer stubbornness, had become someone you could barely look at without feeling a mix of anger and regret. So, naturally, when your old high school friend who just so happened to be his friend suggested a night out, you had been skeptical. “It’s been years,” your friend had said. “Come on, just one night. You don’t even have to talk to him.”

Lim Sooho

SNOWDROP The stranger stirred in the dim light of the storeroom, his breathing shallow but steady. You’d worked quickly to tend to his wound, using supplies stolen from the dormitory’s medical kit. When he opened his eyes, you were struck by their intensity. Dark, piercing, and filled with something you couldn’t quite name. “You shouldn’t have helped me,” he said hoarsely, his voice tinged with an accent you couldn’t place. “You were dying,” you shot back, defiant. “What was I supposed to do? Leave you there?” His lips curved into the faintest of smiles, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “You don’t know what you’ve gotten yourself into.” After that day you didn’t see him for a while, but he returned he held all the students including you as hostages you didn’t know that he is a north Korean spy.

Choo youngwoo

From the outside, you and Choo Youngwoo were the industry’s golden pair. Every project you touched turned to gold. Every red carpet you walked together became a media frenzy. Every scene the two of you shared crackled with such tension—audiences couldn’t decide if you were about to kiss, cry, or kill each other. Behind the cameras, the answer was almost always the third one. It started on the set of “Black Veins,” your breakout noir-thriller drama. You were the emotionally complex antagonist; he played the morally torn detective hunting you down. The casting was a coincidence. The chemistry wasn’t. The director loved it. The staff, not so much. “Cut!” someone yelled during one scene where you shoved Youngwoo a little too hard. “That wasn’t in the script,” he said coolly, brushing dust off his blazer. “Neither was your smug face,” you replied, walking off set.

Dex-Kim jinyoung

The warehouse smelled of gasoline and gunpowder. You stood in the shadows, gripping the pistol at your side. A shipment had gone missing—one that belonged to the Vipers. You had come alone, following a tip that led you to enemy territory. Then, a familiar voice sliced through the silence. “You shouldn’t be here.” You turned, heart pounding. Kim Jin Young stood at the other end of the room, a gun in his hand, his expression unreadable. He was dressed in black, the red insignia of the Crimson Shadows barely visible under the dim light. “So it was you,” you said, gripping your gun tighter. “Your people took our shipment.” Jin Young sighed, lowering his weapon just slightly. “It was never yours to begin with.”

Vincenzo Cassano

Vincenzo ♡︎ It began on a rainy evening in Seoul. You’d been rushing home after a long day, clutching your umbrella as the downpour blurred the city lights. Turning a corner, you accidentally collided with a tall, well-dressed man. Papers scattered, his sharp Italian suit now splattered with droplets of rain. “I’m so sorry!” you stammered, bending to help him gather his things. He looked down at you, his dark eyes intense yet amused. “No need,” he said in perfect Korean with a lilting Italian accent. “It’s been… a long day already.” You didn’t think much of the encounter—until you found an envelope among the scattered papers you’d accidentally taken with you. It was heavy, stamped with a crest, and clearly not meant for ordinary eyes. Curiosity got the better of you, and you opened it to find blueprints for a massive building labeled Geumga Plaza. Alongside them was a cryptic note: “The gold is the key. Protect it at all costs.” Before you could make sense of it, your apartment door was kicked open. Men in black suits burst in, but before they could grab you, the same sharp-dressed man from earlier appeared, disarming them with an elegance that left you breathless.

Zombieverse

The neon lights of Seoul flickered against the darkened sky, but the streets below were a wasteland of chaos. Cars abandoned, windows shattered, and the distant groans of the undead echoed through the city. We were trapped. Dex stood near the barricaded entrance of an old convenience store, gripping a bloodstained baseball bat. “We can’t stay here much longer,” he muttered. His sharp eyes darted between us, assessing our strength—or lack of it. Shinyoung panted beside me, clutching a frying pan she had scavenged earlier. “I swear, if I have to run one more time—” “Shhh!” Eunbi hissed, pressing a finger to her lips. Outside, the infected shuffled, their soulless eyes scanning the area for their next meal. “Guys,” Dindin whispered. “We need a plan.” “Yeah, no kidding,” Tsuki said, rolling her eyes. She had a kitchen knife tucked in her belt, looking way too fierce for someone usually so bubbly. Hongchul wiped sweat from his brow. “There’s an underground parking garage a few blocks away. If we can get to a car, we might have a chance.”

Park Bogum

You hated Park Bo-gum. Not because he was famous. Not because everyone liked him. Not even because he was talented—he was, painfully so. No. You hated him because every time you were up for a role that mattered, his name was on the shortlist too. And more than once, he beat you to it. The industry called it a “friendly rivalry.” It wasn’t. You saw each other often—award shows, auditions, variety appearances. You both smiled for the cameras. But behind the scenes? It was cold nods and subtle digs. Bo-gum once said during a press event, “Acting isn’t about trying too hard to be different.” Everyone clapped. You knew that was about you. So when you both got cast in “good boy”, a drama about five police officers in the special criminal investigation station, the irony was too much. Your agent called it “a genius move.” You called it a nightmare.

Choo youngwoo

At Haneul High School, excellence wasn’t optional—it was expected. Especially on the archery team, where national scouts sat in the bleachers and trophies lined the halls like silent reminders of who mattered. For years, you were that person. The name whispered with respect. The one who never missed morning drills. The one who shattered school records one by one with steady breath and deadly aim. Until Choo Youngwoo arrived. He transferred in second year—quiet, polite, with a bow case slung over his shoulder like it weighed nothing. He didn’t say much at first. Just lined up next to you during practice, drew his bow, and hit a perfect 10 without even adjusting for wind. You told yourself it was luck. It wasn’t. Youngwoo rose fast—too fast. Soon, he was matching your scores shot-for-shot. Then surpassing them. Teachers praised his “natural form.” Teammates started calling him “Haneul’s future gold medalist.” And Coach Min? He benched you in the regional final and let him anchor. “I need someone unpredictable,” Coach said.

Jung haein

enemies to lovers 🝮 You’d heard the name Jung Hae-in long before you ever met him. Everyone in your field acting spoke of him like he was some golden child, the perfect mix of talent and charm. But from the moment you crossed paths at the prestigious Future Icons Gala, you knew the truth: Jung Hae-in was infuriating. He was as condescending as he was handsome, with a smile that could charm a room and words sharp enough to cut. At the event, where you were both nominated for the Rising Star Award, he greeted you with a smirk. “Didn’t think I’d see you here,” he said, scanning you from head to toe. “Guess they’re letting anyone in these days.” The night ended with him taking home the trophy, and shooting you a wink as he passed by your table.

Andy Shen

The heat was unbearable. Beads of sweat rolled down my back as I pressed my palms against the wooden door, pushing with all my strength. Nothing. “You’re wasting your energy,” Andy Shen muttered from the opposite bench, arms crossed over his chest, his tanned skin glistening under the dim sauna light. I turned and glared at him. “Oh, I’m sorry, do you have a better idea? Or are you just going to sit there looking smug while we cook?” He smirked, the same irritating smirk I’d known since freshman year. We’d been rivals in everything—class rankings, debate team, even intramural basketball. Andy Shen was the one person who could get under my skin like no one else. And now, thanks to some stupid malfunction at this overpriced spa, we were trapped together in a sauna with no way out. “You could try not panicking,” he said, wiping sweat from his brow. “That might help.”

6th member TXT

6th member ♫ You are TXT’s 6th member the only girl you just came back from your hiatus. The guys surrounded you hugging you and telling you how much they missed you. You yeonjun and soobin never were on good terms you don’t even know why but when you came back they didn’t talk with you a word. The last five months im hiatus you got really quiet and didn’t talk much, you were an extrovert but after the hiatus you turned into an introvert. You yeonjun and soobin got invited to youngji’s talking show on the day of the talking you were sitting between yeonjun and soobin in the van while driving it the show. Yeonjun and soobin glance at you noticing how quiet you are but they didn’t really care, at the show you sat next to youngji. Youngji asks yeonjun a question “Ya! Yeonjun your new album GGUM is out since two months how do you feel” Yeonjun answers “Ah yeah I feel really proud about it since it’s my first solo single I think it’s a song that everyone can enjoy”

Jung haein actors

Acting partners ༺ You and haein are filming a new k-drama it’s a mafia drama you guys are on set your reading the script there were a few people you really didn’t appreciate. At lunch break you were sitting alone on a table eating your cup ramen haein saw you sitting alone without a jacket so he sat next to you and watches you a bit, you look up at him but don’t talk you just continue eating your ramen, haein hands you his jacket you look up at him with a questioning look. Haein looks at you his face looked really cute “Here I thought you would be cold since your sitting without a jacket” He smiles really adorable he thought that you were really adorable too but just not in a good mood right now.

TXT 6th member

6th member ♫ The stage lights blazed brightly over the five remaining members of TXT, Tomorrow X Together. The cheers of the crowd roared like thunder, a euphoric symphony that echoed in your chest. Being the only girl in the group was never something you imagined when you auditioned years ago, but life had a way of surprising you. From the moment BigHit had announced you as TXT’s sixth member, you had been both celebrated and scrutinized. Some fans adored the fresh dynamic you brought, while others doubted your place in the lineup. But TXT wasn’t just a group to you—they were family. Tonight, you stood on that stage in Soobin’s place as the leader took a hiatus to recover. The pressure was immense. Soobin’s shoes were impossibly big to fill, and you felt the weight of the group’s success pressing against your chest.

Singles inferno 2

The first introductions were a blur of names and faces. Jo Yoong-jae, friendly and warm, was easy to talk to. Lee So-e, sweet and soft-spoken, gave me an instant feeling of comfort. Choi Jong-woo, calm yet observant, seemed to be already forming his own thoughts on the group dynamics. Park Se-jeong and Lim Min-su, both striking in their own way, carried an air of mystery that intrigued me. When it was time for the first challenge where the winners would get the chance to pick their first date I felt the heat rising, both from the sun and the competition. It was a test of strength and agility, and I found myself competing against Nadine. Nadine’s determination was admirable. I pushed myself harder, knowing that winning meant getting a strategic advantage in choosing a partner.

Keeho

You, Keeho, and Intak had been lounging around the practice room when Keeho suddenly jumped up with a mischievous grin. “Alright, we’re making TikToks today. No excuses,” he declared, already scrolling through trending sounds. Intak groaned dramatically, flopping onto the floor. “Do you know how many drafts Keeho already has saved? We’ll never escape.” You laughed, pulling Intak up. “Come on, it’ll be fun. Besides, you two are naturals at this.” By the third take, you all finally managed to get through the dance without breaking character. Intak insisted on checking the video right away. “This is it. Viral material. I can feel it.” Keeho leaned over his shoulder. “Only if we post the bloopers too. People need to see the struggle behind the masterpiece.” The three of you ended up spending the whole afternoon making TikToks—some polished, some ridiculous—and laughing until your stomachs hurt. By the end, you had a folder full of drafts, half a dozen inside jokes, and the kind of chaotic memories that would definitely make your fans smile when the videos finally went live.

TXT 6th member

6th member ♫ You’ve just joined TXT (Tomorrow X Together) as their first additional member since debut decision that caused shockwaves in the fandom and excitement within the group. While they’ve been supportive of your addition, it’s been an adjustment. Training alongside five already close-knit members wasn’t easy, and the pressure to match their chemistry on and offstage has been overwhelming. Now, you’re in the middle of preparing for a comeback. Between rehearsals, variety shows, and group activities, you’re starting to find your place in the group—though it’s not without its ups and downs. Your first few weeks with TXT were a whirlwind. Soobin, the leader, tried to make things easier for you, always asking if you were okay and checking in during rehearsals. But Huening Kai, the group’s maknae, had a different approach. During practice one day, you missed a move in the choreography. Before the choreographer could point it out, Kai grinned and whispered, “Better get that right, or the fans will notice.” It wasn’t meant to be harsh Kai had an unfiltered way of speaking but it stung. The other members, sensing your discomfort, quickly covered for you. “It’s okay,” Yeonjun said with a shrug. “I messed up that part, too, when I learned it.” “I can stay after practice to help,” Beomgyu added. That was your first glimpse of how TXT operated: always teasing but fiercely protective of each other.

Jinwoo

It started as a joke. You and Jinwoo had been friends for years—late-night talks, inside jokes, the kind of bond that felt effortless. But one night, after too many drinks and a conversation about how complicated dating was, the idea slipped out. “What if we just… helped each other out?” you had said, half-laughing. Jinwoo raised an eyebrow. “No strings?” “No strings.” And just like that, the line blurred. At first, it was easy. Sneaking glances across a crowded room, brushing fingertips under the table when no one was looking. You still hung out the same way—grabbing food, watching dumb movies, teasing each other mercilessly. Only now, there were late nights tangled in sheets, whispers against skin, and the way his breath hitched when you said his name like that. No one knew. That was the rule. But rules had a way of breaking. Like when he showed up to a party with someone else, and you told yourself it didn’t matter. Or when he texted “You up?” and you answered, even when you swore you wouldn’t.

TXT X ENHYPEN

Transfer Student You’re a transfer student from Australia but you’re also half Korean and look Korean. you had to move to South Korea because your parents are actors and have businesses in South Korea. You’re new school is Hanlim arts high school, you’re outside of the school the Students were talking about you being the new girl and that you’re really pretty. While walking into the school you bumped into a friends group of 12 boys their names are soobin yeonjun taehyun Kai beomgyu heeseung sunoo jungwon Niki Jake jay and sunghoon.

Jung haein enemies

Enemies to lovers 🝮 You and haein are enemies since high school you guys hate each other but your moms are really good friends and you guys were sharing a dorm together. Haein often works out in the gym or at the dorm and you play badminton you really like it. At a Friday night you go into the kitchen and see haein cooking something since you were a bit sick. Haein looks at sujin “You’re still awake? I thought you were sleeping” You see him looking at you with concern in his eyes.

Kojun

They called you The Architect—a hybrid of Japanese efficiency and Korean resilience. Calm, methodical. Every deal, every kill, every betrayal—calculated. Nothing left to chance. You didn’t inherit power. You designed it. Kojun? He was thunder. Born on the icy outskirts of Vladivostok, trained in the chaos of Moscow’s underworld, refined by the violence of Seoul’s street wars. He wore his scars like medals and smiled like a man who’d seen God and put a bullet in Him. You were opposites. You were inevitable. The war didn’t start with blood. It started with silence. An entire crypto-wallet system—gone. Thousands of anonymous digital keys, each tied to gun deals, shell companies, laundering routes. Vanished in one hour. And the only trace left behind? A Russian-Korean digital signature buried deep in the code. Your people assumed Kojun had made his move. You gave the order to watch but not kill. Kojun’s response? He walked straight into your Tokyo safehouse during a storm, unarmed, holding a USB drive like it was a dead man’s heart. “You think I’d leave my name on a job like that?” he said. You said nothing. But he wasn’t lying. You knew how he worked. If he wanted to gut you, you’d already be bleeding. “I didn’t take your money,” Kojun said.

BTS

8th member The day BTS debuted in 2013 with “No More Dream” was supposed to mark the beginning of your journey as the 8th member of the group. But from the start, things weren’t as smooth as you’d hoped. While the other seven members clicked instantly, forming a tight-knit brotherhood, you always felt like the odd one out. Even after debut, the tension didn’t ease. RM tried to include you, being the leader and always mindful of group dynamics. But when he wasn’t around, it was clear the others weren’t thrilled about your presence. J-Hope, the mood maker, seemed to dim when you entered the room. V and Jungkook whispered to each other during breaks, and you couldn’t shake the feeling they were talking about you. Even Jimin, who was usually kind to everyone, kept his distance.

Jinwoo

For as long as you could remember, Jinwoo had been a thorn in your side. Every time you stepped into the same room, there was an unspoken tension—an invisible war waged through sharp glances, sarcastic remarks, and subtle sabotage. It all started back in high school. Jiwoo was always one step ahead, whether it was grades, sports, or even the small things—like grabbing the last snack in the cafeteria before you could. You weren’t sure when the rivalry became personal, but it did. Maybe it was the day he humiliated you in front of everyone during a debate competition, smirking as he dismantled your argument with perfect precision. Or maybe it was the time he “accidentally” spilled his drink on your notebook, ruining weeks of notes. You look at Jinwoo you were quiet then look back at your notes “Oh my bad I guess I slipped” Jinwoo said with a smirk on his face.

Yoon Dong ju

You weren’t meant to be part of this unit. Originally, you were a civilian contractor — recruited for your digital forensics expertise after a national-level breach. You were sharp, too sharp for your own safety. The agency offered you a quiet desk job. Captain Ko Mansik said no. “We don’t need another analyst,” he told the committee. “We need someone who sees things we don’t.” That’s how you ended up embedded in the special criminal investigation station: four men and you. Dongju is a gold medalist champion for boxing. mansik ich a bronze medalist for wrestling. jonghyun is a silver medalist for fencing. jaehong is a bronze medalist for weightlifting and me I am a gold medalist for sniping. Dongju loves you for a while now but you had broken up with the captain just a month ago. You had rejected Dongju a lot of times now but he never gave up and he never will right now you all are in the office looking for evidence for the MONKEY DONG JU: look here on the map they could have taken this exit JAEHONG: maybe they did but we need to be prepared he could’ve taken his men with him for protection

Enhypen 8th member

8th member ♫ Your journey with ENHYPEN started in the most unexpected way. After competing in the survival show I-LAND, you had poured your heart into every performance, facing both triumphs and setbacks alongside Jungwon, Heeseung, Jay, Jake, Sunghoon, Sunoo, and Ni-ki. When the final announcement came, and your name was called as the eighth member, you felt the world stop for a moment before erupting in joy. Fast forward to now: the eight of you had just debuted under the name ENHYPEN, symbolizing your unity and growth as artists. The fandom, ENGENEs, embraced you warmly, and your life became a whirlwind of practice, performances, and connection with your fans.

2PM

The lights in the JYP practice room flickered as the bass of a new track pulsed through the speakers. Seven figures moved in sync, sweat dripping from their brows, their muscles tensed with effort. And then there was you—the eighth member of 2PM, standing in the center, leading the final move. “Again!” Junho called out, breathless but determined. You grinned, cracking your neck. “Let’s make it perfect.” Because this comeback wasn’t just any comeback. It was your return. You had once been part of 2PM’s original lineup, training alongside Nichkhun, Taecyeon, Wooyoung, Jun. K, Junho, and Chansung. You debuted with them, performing on stage, experiencing the highs of success. The world knew you as the eighth member of 2PM. But then—just like that—you disappeared. A serious injury had forced you to step away just as 2PM was rising to stardom. While they continued dominating the charts with “Again & Again” and “Heartbeat,” you had watched from the sidelines, feeling the ache of absence in your chest. There were rumors. Some thought you had left the group permanently. Others believed JYP had erased you from 2PM’s history.

Kojun

You were born into the shadows. Half-Korean, half-Japanese, your lineage bound you to two powerful syndicates—the Yakuza of Osaka and a legacy Korean mob rooted deep in Seoul. By age 25, you’d unified both bloodlines under your command. Calm, calculated, ruthless when needed—you built your empire not just on fear, but on respect. Kojun, on the other hand, was chaos wrapped in a Russian winter. A half-Russian, half-Korean enforcer-turned-kingpin who clawed his way to the top of Vladivostok’s underworld. He moved fast, struck hard, and never looked back. To most, he was a ghost in leather gloves. To you, he was a problem. At least, at first. A shipment goes missing at Busan Port—$30 million in weapons and crypto. Everyone blames everyone. Kojun thinks your people did it. You think his rogue lieutenants are trying to provoke war. But something doesn’t add up. The theft was too clean. Too professional. You meet Kojun face-to-face for the first time at a private karaoke bar overlooking Haeundae Beach. No guards. No guns. Just two mobs in enemy territory. Kojun lights a cigarette with steady fingers. “You think I stole from you?” he says in Korean with a Moscow accent.

Heesung

You and Heeseung had been best friends since middle school. Not the casual kind of friends. The attached-at-the-hip, finish-each-other’s-sentences, know-how-you-like-your-ramen kind. You were the first person he called when he passed a test he didn’t study for. He was the one who showed up outside your house with snacks when you had a bad day. He knew your favorite hoodie. You knew his secret Spotify playlists. But somewhere along the way, something shifted. Maybe it was the way his smile started making your heart ache. Or the way he looked at someone else with the kind of softness you had quietly saved for him. You didn’t mean to fall. It just happened. And once it did, it never stopped. You memorized his voice when he talked about the girl he liked. You nodded, gave advice, teased him like a good best friend would. All while burying every part of yourself that wanted to scream, “It should be me.”

8 singles 1 house

8 singles 1 house The camera zoomed in on Sara, sitting in a cozy chair with soft lighting. Interviewer: “Sara, what feeling do you think defines the House?” Sara smiled thoughtfully. Sara: “Definitely hope. Because no matter what happens, we always believe things will get better.” Cut to Rica, who laughed as she twirled a pen nervously. Rica: “I’d say chaos. Because honestly, every time we’re together, something wild happens.” Brandon sat confidently, folding his arms. Brandon: “Loyalty. This group has my back through thick and thin.” Jerry fiddled with his glasses, looking serious. Jerry: “Trust. Without it, none of this works.” Viet leaned forward, voice calm. Viet: “Courage. We face our fears here, no matter what.” Prosper chuckled, shaking his head. Prosper: “Fun. Because life’s too short not to laugh with your friends.” Finally, Nara smiled softly. Nara: “Love. It’s the glue that holds us together.” The camera panned across the room as everyone entered one by one—laughing, teasing, and exchanging quick hugs. Jimmy stood in the center. Jimmy: “So, we all have different feelings that define us, but isn’t that what makes the House of Feelings special? All these feelings, mixed together, creating something real.” Rica grinned. Rica: “Yeah, like a beautiful mess.” Prosper nodded. Prosper: “Exactly. And honestly, I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Sara smiled warmly. Sara: “Because it’s our mess.” They all burst out laughing as the camera zoomed out, capturing the perfect mix of friendship, feelings, and chaos that made their house a home. The first day. They all get up to choose their partner everyone writes a name into a paper without showing it to anyone but jimmy since he’s the host of this show. After they are done they get called into a room alone, the person in the room can choose a name out of the members to know which member they chose.

SEVENTEEN 14th mem

14th member ♫ Becoming the 14th member of SEVENTEEN was a whirlwind of excitement and pressure. Known for their extraordinary synchronization, creativity, and teamwork, SEVENTEEN wasn’t just a group—it was a family. From the moment Pledis Entertainment announced your addition to the group, CARATs were buzzing with curiosity and anticipation. The members welcomed you warmly, but it was clear you’d need to work hard to match their level. “Don’t worry, you’ll fit right in,” Jeonghan said with a wink during your first team dinner. Seungkwan and Hoshi made it their mission to keep the mood light, while Woozi, ever the perfectionist, guided you through the group’s complex choreography and harmonies. As the newest member, you spent countless hours in the practice room, determined to prove yourself. Whether it was learning intricate moves for the Don’t Wanna Cry choreography or recording harmonies for the next comeback, you gave it your all. “You’re doing great,” Joshua assured you after a long night of dance practice. “We’ve all been where you are now. Just keep going.” Your role in the group began to shine during the recording of a new track. Woozi handed you a verse, saying, “This part has a lot of emotion. It’s perfect for you.” Nervously, you stepped into the booth, but the support from your bandmates helped you deliver a heartfelt performance that left everyone impressed.

Jeon jungkook

Boyfriend ♡︎ Argument with jungkook in front of the group The tension in the room was palpable. BTS was gathered for a casual hangout after a long day of rehearsals, but things were anything but relaxed. You, as a fellow idol and close friend of the group, had been hanging out with them for weeks now, enjoying the camaraderie and shared experiences. But tonight, something had set you and Jungkook off. It started off small—a disagreement over something trivial, like who should pick the next song for the group’s playlist. But it escalated quickly, and before you knew it, you and Jungkook were at each other’s throats. “You always act like you know what’s best for everyone!” you snapped, your voice rising. “Just because you’re the golden maknae doesn’t mean you get to make all the decisions.” Jungkook’s jaw tightened, his face reddening with frustration. “I’m not trying to make all the decisions, but maybe if you actually listened to what I said instead of interrupting—”

Ahn hyo seop

From the moment your debut was announced, Ahn Hyo-seop’s name always seemed to be there too. If you starred in a drama, he landed the lead in the rival network’s biggest series. When your group released a comeback, his solo album dropped the same week — and every chart turned into a battlefield. The media loved it. “The Perfect Rivalry,” the headlines called it, splashing your faces side by side. Fans argued in comment sections, creating endless comparisons. They didn’t know the truth: behind the cameras, you and Hyo-seop weren’t just rivals — you were sworn enemies. On variety shows, your banter looked playful. Off-camera, your words cut sharper. At award shows, your fake smiles hid clenched teeth. Even backstage, when you passed each other in the halls, the tension was thick enough to choke on. And yet… there was no escaping him. When you trained until your voice cracked, he was already in the studio recording another flawless track. When you pushed yourself to master choreography, you’d see fancams of him going viral for his “effortless charm.” Every success of his lit a fire under you, and every one of yours seemed to fuel him in return.

Andy shen

Friends with benefits You and Andy Shen had always been close. It started in college latenight study sessions, inside jokes, and a mutual love for bad action movies. But somewhere along the way, the teasing turned into lingering touches, and the tension between you two became impossible to ignore. One night, after too many drinks and an argument over whether pineapple belonged on pizza. Neither of you wanted a relationship too complicated, too messy. But the chemistry? That was undeniable. And so, a deal was made: no emotions, no expectations, just fun. Friends with benefits.

Lee dohyun

You and Lee Dohyun used to walk to elementary school together every morning. He’d hold your backpack for you, tease you for being slow, and claim, “I’m the only one who can take care of you, so don’t wander off.” Back then, you believed him. But high school changed everything. ⸻ The Dohyun Everyone Knew By the time you stepped into your first year, Dohyun had somehow transformed into the type of guy every girl whispered about in the hallways. Handsome. Unbothered. Cold in a way that made people chase him. And worst of all— He never stayed with one girlfriend for more than a day or two. People called him unreliable. You called him unrecognizable. You tried to talk to him at first. But the moment you approached, his new friends appeared—loud, troublemaking, the type who laughed too hard and cared too little. “Yo, Dohyun, is that the girl from middle school?” “Man, just ignore her. Let’s go.” And he did. He walked right past you. Not even a glance. That was the day you realized something had shattered. ⸻ Passing Strangers Weeks passed. Months. You and Dohyun became something worse than enemies— strangers with shared memories. Sometimes you’d catch him leaning against a classroom door, flirting shamelessly with a new girl. Sometimes he’d sit on the rooftop with his bad-influence friends, laughing at jokes you didn’t understand anymore.

TXT

6th member Your journey as the 6th member of TXT began in 2019 when BigHit debuted the group with “Crown.” While the five other members—Soobin, Yeonjun, Beomgyu, Taehyun, and Huening Kai—seemed to have an instant connection, you always felt like an outsider looking in. As trainees, things were already tense. The others bonded over late-night ramen runs, shared jokes, and their mutual excitement about debuting together. Meanwhile, you struggled to find your place. During dance practice, Yeonjun, the “it boy” of the group, often called you out for mistakes, his frustration evident. “We can’t afford to mess this up,” he’d say, his sharp tone making the room go quiet. Even Soobin, the leader, who tried to maintain peace, rarely stepped in to defend you. The tension only grew after your debut. TXT’s fresh, youthful energy resonated with fans, and the group gained popularity quickly. But within the team, you felt invisible. During interviews, you rarely got to speak. When you did, Beomgyu’s teasing remarks made it hard to keep your confidence. “That’s not what they asked,” he’d laugh, and the others would chuckle along.

CORTIS

6th member The BigHit building was almost silent when the six of you slipped outside. It was past midnight, the city lights dimmed but the huge digital billboard on the side of the building still glowed bright — your faces shining across the glass like stars. You stood there for a moment, the cool air brushing your skin, the reality of it all still sinking in. CORTIS. Your group. After years of training, sleepless nights, and wondering if you’d ever make it… you had debuted. James, the oldest at twenty, stretched his arms with a low whistle. “Can’t believe it’s real,” he murmured, his deep voice echoing softly. “That’s us up there.” Martin and Juhoon — both seventeen — were snapping pictures on their phones, giggling and bumping shoulders like kids at a school trip. Seonghyeon, quiet and observant as always, stood beside you, hands in his hoodie pocket, eyes reflecting the screen above. And then there was Keonho. You could feel him before you saw him — standing a little apart, eyes fixed on the billboard where his face looked impossibly confident. The same couldn’t be said for your real-life interactions. Every time you two spoke, it turned into a battle: over dance formations, vocal lines, even who got to stand where during the debut photo shoot. You’d both been the youngest, both sixteen, both stubborn. You folded your arms. “Didn’t think you’d come out here,” you said quietly. He turned, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Didn’t think you would. Thought you’d be too busy celebrating being center.”

Choo youngwoo

The first time you met Choo Youngwoo, it was at the script reading for “Winter Sun.” You sat across from him at the long table, both of your names printed on crisp white placards, your faces already on half the casting announcement posts across Korea. He barely looked up when you introduced yourself. He just nodded, lips tight, as if he already didn’t like you. You weren’t surprised. Everyone knew the rumors: You had been the final pick. The role had originally been his. Studio politics changed that. You were told, “He was too soft. We wanted someone with more edge.” Apparently, no one had told him that directly. From day one, tension simmered.

Jung haein

Enemies The world knows you and Jung Hae-in as the golden couple of Korean entertainment — the “perfect” marriage between a top actor and a K-pop soloist who conquered the world stage. But behind the flash of cameras and the glow of red carpets, silence fills the spaces between you. You share a penthouse in Seoul, but it feels like two different worlds stacked on top of each other. He wakes before dawn for film shoots; you return home long after midnight from dance rehearsals. Your schedules never overlap, but even when they do, you speak only in polite nods — strangers in designer clothes. The world still believes in the fairytale: the stolen glances at award shows, the small smiles during interviews, the “supportive” Instagram posts written by your PR teams. But every photo hides the truth — that love has turned into rivalry. You used to admire him. Once upon a time, before the awards and the headlines, you were both just dreamers — meeting on a variety show, laughing between takes, secretly cheering each other on. But fame twisted everything. When your comeback broke streaming records the same week his drama won Best Series, the tabloids began to pit you against each other. “Who’s the bigger star in the marriage?” That question never stopped echoing. The same question was asked in a interview at the MAMA awards.

Choi soobin

Dating rumours 𖦹 The morning sun poured through the practice room windows as you and your group, LUNIV, rehearsed for your upcoming comeback. The air buzzed with excitement as your leader, Hana, perfected the choreography with your choreographer while the rest of you practiced your lines and positions. You were in the middle of running through the chorus when your phone buzzed repeatedly on the nearby bench. At first, you ignored it, assuming it was just notifications from fans or updates from staff. But when Mina, one of your members, picked it up during the break, her eyes widened. “Uh…you might want to see this,” Mina said, holding out the phone. You grabbed it, curious. The screen was filled with headlines, and your heart sank as you read the words: “TXT’s Soobin and LUNIV’s [Your Name] Caught on a Secret Date? Fans Speculate Romance!” “What?!” you exclaimed, your voice echoing through the room. The other members quickly gathered around, peering at your phone with wide eyes.

Timmy

You met Timmy in the most cursed way possible: as co-leaders of a group project you didn’t want, for a professor who thought “pairing opposites” was somehow good pedagogy. You were precise, punctual, and organized. Timmy was… Timmy. All messy notes, late arrivals, and irritating charm. He called you “boss” with that mocking grin every time you reminded him of a deadline. You hated that grin. You also hated that your stomach flipped when he used it on you. “I swear, I’ll finish the coding section tonight,” he said one night in the library, reclining like he owned the place. “You said that two nights ago,” you snapped, typing furiously. “Are you waiting for divine inspiration or just hoping I’ll do it for you?” He raised an eyebrow. “I like it when you get feisty.” You nearly threw your laptop at him.

Yoon dongju

**Stakeouts with Yoon Dong-ju were never easy.** Not because of the job. Because *he* was in it. You still remember that day. You were only gone for thirty minutes just enough time to fetch some hot food and cold drinks, hoping to shut up his endlessly growling stomach. He’d curled up in the team leader’s SUV, hoodie pulled over his eyes, mumbling something soft as he dozed off. You didn’t expect much to happen in half an hour. You thought he’d still be snoring when you came back. But when you returned, the SUV was gone. In its place it's him limping towards you, soaked in mud and blood, tank top torn, lip split, hair stuck to his forehead with sweat. That stupid crooked smile on his face like he hadn’t just fought someone three times his size. Like nothing had happened at all. You dropped the bags. Walked up. And without a word, wiped the dirt from his cheek with your sleeve. He leaned into you quiet, aching, like a scolded kid trying not to cry. That *should’ve* been the worst stakeout moment. You told yourself nothing would top it. Until today. Everything had gone smooth, too smooth until Dong-ju, in his classic clumsy way, *accidentally honked the horn* while trying to snap a photo. A real one second apocalypse. The suspects turned. Started walking toward your car. You panicked. So did he. You climbed over the console and onto his lap, shoved the seat back, and kissed him or pretended to. Heat rushed through your face. His breath hitched. His hands hovered mid air like he didn’t know if he was allowed to touch you. But he didn’t stop you. Not once. After they acted like they were hooking up the suspects left with the stole vehicle. You sit up still on him, suddenly Dongju pushes the seat back up making you sit between the steering wheel and him*

Straykids 9th member

9th member ♫ Joining Stray Kids felt like a destiny fulfilled. As a long-time admirer of their raw talent, energy, and passion, you had worked tirelessly to earn your place among them. When JYP Entertainment announced that you would be debuting as the 9th member, STAYs were both surprised and thrilled, eager to see how you would fit into the dynamic group. The members welcomed you with open arms. Bang Chan immediately took you under his wing, showing you the ropes and ensuring you felt comfortable. “You’re family now,” he told you with his signature reassuring smile. Han and Felix, with their infectious energy, made sure you were always laughing, while Hyunjin and Lee Know helped you perfect your choreography. Seungmin and I.N, ever supportive, cheered you on every step of the way. Your first big moment came during the recording of a new album. In the studio, Chan handed you a set of lyrics. “This part suits you perfectly,” he said, pointing to a verse in the song. As you stepped up to the mic, nerves fluttered in your chest, but you drew strength from the support of the group. The lyrics resonated with you, and when you sang, everyone fell silent. From that moment, your confidence grew. You weren’t just an addition to Stray Kids; you were a vital piece of the puzzle, bringing your own unique flavor to the group’s already diverse style.

THE BOYZ

12th member ♫ The room buzzed with excitement as the members of The Boyz gathered in the practice studio. Today was a special day they were welcoming a new member into their ranks. You stood just outside the studio door, heart pounding as you adjusted the hem of your hoodie. Becoming a part of one of the biggest K-pop groups felt like a dream, but also like a challenge you were ready to take on. The door opened, and Sangyeon greeted you with a warm smile. “You must be Y/N. Welcome to the family!” As you stepped in, 11 faces turned toward you. Sunwoo was the first to approach, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. “So you’re the newbie, huh? Don’t worry I’ll show you the ropes,” he said, draping an arm around your shoulder. His playful energy was infectious, immediately putting you at ease. Q clapped his hands together excitedly. “You’re going to love it here. We work hard, but we’re basically like siblings.” “Just watch out for Sunwoo’s pranks,” Kevin added with a laugh, earning a mock glare from Sunwoo.

Kim jinyoung

The red carpet burns with flashes. You step out of the car, all composure and quiet power, every move practiced to perfection. The crowd roars your name, but your eyes find only one person across the flashing lights — Kim Jinyoung, better known as Dex. He stands there with that infuriating smirk, dressed in his usual half-effort charm that somehow always works. The cameras catch it instantly — the tension between you two has become an event of its own. Every headline feeds on it. Every fan debate thrives on it. You pass him without a word. He chuckles under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear. “Try not to trip this time,” he says, the corner of his mouth curving.

Jinwoo

I never liked Jinwoo. Something about him just rubbed me the wrong way his smug smile, his effortless charm, the way people seemed to gravitate toward him. It wasn’t just that he was good looking or confident. No, it was the fact that every time I tried to shine, Jiwoo was already standing in the spotlight. It started in high school. Whether it was sports, academics, or even social circles, Jinwoo and I always found ourselves competing. If I scored the highest on a test, he would somehow beat me the next time. If I showed up with a new style, suddenly, he’d be the one setting trends. It was infuriating. Then, one night, things escalated. We ran into each other at a party just the two of us, staring at each other through the reflection of a bathroom mirror.

Kojun

You sat alone in your private office, lights low, wearing black silk and steel. In front of you lay a photograph — blurry, taken from a rooftop in Busan. Kojun. Older now. Sharper. The boy who once tried to kill you in Vladivostok was now a man feared across the continent. And worse — he had crossed the line. Your younger cousin had been found strangled in an alley behind a Seoul casino. The message? A black orchid pinned to her throat. His symbol. You picked up your phone. “Bring me his location,” you told your second. “I’ll handle Kojun myself.” You were both twenty-six. The air smelled of gasoline and snow. You had come to broker a ceasefire between your syndicate and the Volchya Ruka clan. But the talks broke down when he walked in — tall, quiet, eyes like winter.

The trauma code

The alarm ripped through the silence of the hospital. Trauma incoming. You and your team—the only trauma unit—moved fast. The doors burst open. Paramedics rolled in a young man with massive chest injuries, blood pouring out faster than the monitors could track. Baek Kang-hyuk stepped forward, his sharp voice cutting through the noise. “He won’t last five minutes if we don’t act. Move!” His confidence carried weight, but his arrogance left no room for hesitation. You were already at the bedside, hands steady. “We’ll need a thoracotomy—now.” Yang Jae-won was by your side, his expression tense but determined, prepping the instruments with practiced speed. At the head of the bed, Ju Ji-hoon slid the tube into place with calm precision, his focus unshaken even as alarms screamed. “Airway secure. Vitals dropping fast—start compressions if we lose the line.” Cha Young moved like lightning, her hands anticipating every order—IVs, blood units, clamps—she was the steady pulse in the storm. The room was chaos, but in that chaos, the five of you locked into rhythm. Kang-hyuk’s sharp orders, Ji-hoon’s steady anesthesia, Jae-won’s quick assist, Cha Young’s seamless nursing—and your own hands driving the surgery forward. Minutes later, the bleeding slowed. The patient’s pulse returned. Against the odds, you’d pulled them back. The trauma bay fell into silence, broken only by the steady beep of survival.

Nothing prepared

Nothing prepared You yeonjun from TXT soobin from TXT taehyun form TXT beomgyu from TXT jihyo from TWICE and chaeyon from TWICE were all invited to the nothing prepared show hosted by youngji. Your sitting between yeonjun and soobin while youngji was showing what they were gonna do. The location were everything is being filmed is always the same it’s a cozy small place like a house but it’s outdoors. Youngji had prepared some food like chicken and noodles and beer and soju of course. Youngji asks everyone a few questions “yeonjun let’s start with you what do you know about this show” Yeonjun chuckles “ah so I was here one time but it was the old location do you remember since then I almost watched every episode.” Youngji asks jihyo “unnie the last time you were here was a year ago do you think anything has changed Jihyo looks around “I don’t think anything change dramatically it looks cozy and cute.”

Yunho

calm boyfriend ♡︎ It had been a long week, and the weight of it hung heavy on your shoulders. You sat on the couch, your legs curled beneath you, staring blankly at the TV. The soft hum of the evening air crept in through the open window, but it did little to soothe the restlessness inside you. From the kitchen, you could hear the quiet clinking of mugs and the subtle rhythm of Yunho’s footsteps. You didn’t have to look up to know he was there, moving with his usual steady calmness. A moment later, he appeared in the doorway, a serene smile tugging at his lips. His dark, comforting eyes locked onto yours, reading everything you weren’t saying. He carried two mugs, the familiar smell of your favorite tea filling the air. Without a word, Yunho placed one on the coffee table and handed the other to you, his long fingers brushing yours briefly. “Here,” he said softly, his deep voice warm and steady. “Thought you could use this.”

Yoon Keeho

Chaotic duo 🜚 You and keeho are doing a live stream on Weverse, you guys are the sassy and chaotic duo. Keeho and you read some comments some of them were hate comments and some of them from the fans from piwons. U make a playlist to play some songs in the livestream. Keeho and you are really difficult but you guys are really good friends since you both are in a group P1Harmony. Keeho saw a comment about you being fat “Girl they are sayin your fat” You chuckle “They mean my fat ass” You start to twerk on the bad Keeho makes some moves like money throwing both are chuckling about the hate comments. After a while they calmed down and sat back on the bed Keeho reads some comments.

Jungkook

Arguement ☽ The soft hum of the car engine filled the silence as you and Jungkook drove through the quiet streets of the city. The night sky was a deep navy, stars faintly visible through the haze of city lights. What started as a peaceful evening had turned sour, and now the air between you felt heavy. “I don’t understand why you’re acting like this,” Jungkook said, his knuckles tightening on the steering wheel. His voice was calm, but there was an edge to it—a quiet frustration that simmered beneath the surface. “You don’t understand?” you repeated, your tone incredulous as you stared out the window. “Jungkook, I’ve been trying to talk to you about this for days, and you’ve been avoiding it.” “I’m not avoiding anything,” he shot back, glancing at you briefly before turning his attention back to the road. “I just don’t want to fight with you.”

Jay

You always thought arranged marriages were something that happened in historical dramas—not in your actual life. But apparently, your parents had different plans. So when they sat you down and said, “You’re getting engaged to Park Jongseong,” you nearly choked. “Jay? That Jay?” you asked. As in, the Jay you used to bicker with at family events. The Jay who wore designer shoes to camping trips. The Jay who once told you that pineapple on pizza was a “personal betrayal.” “Exactly,” your mom said sweetly. “Isn’t that nice?”

Straykids

Eight years after debuting as the 9th member of Stray Kids, you still felt butterflies every comeback. Even as the only girl and the youngest, the boys treated you like family — and now with the new album DO IT, things were crazier than ever. Right after the album released, your schedule filled instantly. During the first interview, the MC asked how it felt to promote together for so long. Chan smiled proudly. “It feels amazing… especially watching our maknae grow into such a strong performer.” You blushed while Han leaned closer to the mic and said, “She’s shining the most in this comeback, honestly.” Music show day was even better. When your center part came on, STAY screamed your name so loudly that you almost forgot to breathe. You danced with confidence — eight years of experience showing in every move. Backstage, the members crowded around you in a loud group hug. “Our girl crushed it again!” Felix said. “You’re unbeatable now,” Hyunjin added, ruffling your hair. Later at the dorm, the boys ordered snacks and replayed clips of you from interviews, teasing how cute you looked. But before the night ended, Chan placed an arm around your shoulders. “Eight years,” he said warmly. “Let’s keep going together — all nine of us.” And with the DO IT era just beginning, you knew this comeback would be one of your favorites.

Choi soobin

Boyfriend ♡︎ It wasn’t like you and Soobin to argue. Most days, your relationship was a peaceful haven, much like him gentle, thoughtful, and steady. But tonight, the air between you felt heavy, crackling with tension neither of you was used to. You sat on opposite ends of the couch in his apartment, the space between you feeling wider than the Grand Canyon. His usual calm demeanor seemed like a wall, and for the first time, it frustrated you instead of comforting you.

Yoon keeho

Enemies to lovers 🝮 You and Keeho debuted as part of the same idol group, P1Harmony, two years ago. While fans see the group as a harmonious family, the reality is… complicated. Specifically, the relationship between you and Keeho is the stuff of legend within the company. From snarky remarks during practice to bickering over choreography changes, the two of you have clashed on everything. Despite your mutual disdain, management insists on pairing you together for content because fans love the fiery chemistry between you two. Which brings us to tonight’s Weverse Live stream, a casual session where you and Keeho are tasked with engaging with fans.

Kojun

They say Leo was born between fire and snow. Half Russian, half Korean. Fully dangerous. He's an elite mob boss, feared across borders. His name alone silences mouths, stops bullets… or makes them fly. Cold, calculated, and silently lethal, Leo leaves no traces. He doesn't believe in chaos—he conducts crime like a symphony. And his presence isn't announced. It's felt. He doesn’t smile. He doesn’t repeat himself. And he never forgives. He loves silence. Hates surprises. And trusts no one. Except for one person: his mother. And you, his enemy.

Nothing prepared

Nothing prepared The brightly lit set of Nothing Prepared buzzed with energy as you, Soobin, Yeonjun, Seungmin, and Winter stepped onto the stage. Lee Youngji greeted each of you enthusiastically, her wide smile and high-energy aura instantly putting you at ease. “Finally! TXT, Stray Kids, aespa, and LUNIV” Youngji said, gesturing dramatically toward you. “This episode is going to be legendary!” You laughed, taking a seat between Soobin and Winter as Yeonjun and Seungmin settled across from you. It was your first time on the chaotic variety show, and while you were excited, you also knew that Youngji’s antics could catch anyone off guard. The show started with Youngji pouring shots of her signature drink an ominous mix of soju, cider, and something she refused to disclose. Youngji: “so who’s gonna drink first” Youngji looks around to pick someone to start the drinking.

Choi soobin

Enemies to loverd 🝮 Joining TXT as the newest member had been a whirlwind. You were talented, passionate, and eager to prove yourself. But from the moment you joined, Soobin seemed to see you as an intruder. Every little thing you did whether it was your dance technique, your vocal practice, or even how you handled interviews felt scrutinized. “Your timing was off during rehearsal,” Soobin muttered one evening after practice. You bristled. “Maybe if someone explained the changes clearly, I wouldn’t have messed up.” Soobin’s eyes narrowed. “Excuses won’t cut it here. Step up, or step out.” The rest of the group, sensing the tension, often played peacemakers. Beomgyu teased to lighten the mood, Yeonjun offered quiet advice, and Taehyun and Huening Kai occasionally dragged you both into team bonding games. But the rivalry between you and Soobin was undeniable.

ENHYPEN

Manager ☆ The hum of your phone vibrating against your nightstand signaled the start of another busy day. As the manager of ENHYPEN, you were used to juggling early mornings, late nights, and the constant whirlwind of schedules. Today was no different, with music show recordings, a photoshoot, and a dance rehearsal all lined up. You quickly got dressed, grabbed your tablet filled with notes, and headed out to meet the group. By now, you’d grown close to the members not just as their manager but almost like family keeping them grounded amidst the chaos of their rising fame.

Kim sunwoo

Boyfriend ♡︎ The late afternoon sunlight poured through the large windows of the café where you and Sunwoo often spent your free time. It wasn’t fancy just a cozy, tucked-away spot where you both could escape the fastpaced world of schedules, rehearsals, and endless promotions. Sunwoo sat across from you, his hoodie pulled over his messy hair, trying to act inconspicuous. His face was half hidden behind his cup of iced Americano as he gave you a playful smile. “You’re staring,” he teased, raising an eyebrow. You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t deny it. “I’m just amazed you’re awake. Didn’t you stay up all night working on that song?” Sunwoo shrugged, leaning back in his chair. “Maybe. But I promised you this date, didn’t I? Besides…” He leaned forward, his voice dropping to a soft murmur. “You’re the only person who makes me forget how tired I am.” His words sent a warm flush to your cheeks. Sunwoo was like that effortlessly sweet, yet always with a glimmer of mischief in his eyes.

Straykids

The hallway outside the studio hummed with quiet voices and shuffling equipment as you and Han walked toward the interview room. The moment the two of you stepped under the brighter lights, you noticed it again — the matching outfits. Han wore a white shirt that hugged his biceps and chest a little too well, the fabric stretching just enough to make the stylists proud. Then it loosened around his waist and hips, falling casually over blue baggy jeans. And you… were wearing the exact same thing. He looked at you, eyebrows lifting playfully. “You realize people are gonna think we coordinated this, right?” You let out a breathy laugh. “Let them think it. Maybe we should just say we did.” Han snorted, shaking his head. “Stylists are gonna yell at us later.” A staff member waved the two of you forward, reminding you both why you were there. The interview set glowed with warm studio lights, making Han’s slightly tan skin even more noticeable. He slowed his steps so you walked in at the same pace, side by side. “Nervous?” he asked quietly, leaning a little closer. You shrugged confidently. “I’m the myth, remember? Youngest legend. I can handle some questions.” Han burst into a laugh so sudden he had to cover his face with his hand. “You’re… unbelievable.”

TXT

Manager ☆ The buzzing sound of your alarm jolted you awake at 6:00 AM. Another day managing TOMORROW X TOGETHER (TXT) lay ahead, filled with schedules, laughter, and keeping up with the endless energy of five rising stars. Your phone lit up with a message from Beomgyu in the group chat: Beomgyu: “Y/N, don’t forget my coffee this time!” Soobin: “And please make sure Yeonjun wakes up. He ignored his alarms again.” Taehyun: “Don’t let Beomgyu get away with pranks today.” Huening Kai: “Can we get churros for lunch? Asking for a friend.” You laughed to yourself, already bracing for the whirlwind of the day. Being TXT’s manager was more than a job it was a constant adventure.

Yunho

Dating rumours 𖦹 The company meeting room was filled with a tense energy. Your manager was pacing back and forth while the head of PR scrolled furiously through their tablet. You sat in the middle of the room, your stomach churning as the words “Dating Rumors: ATEEZ’s Yunho and Y/N” flashed on the big screen. The picture wasn’t even recent—just a candid shot of you and Yunho backstage at an awards show, laughing together as you passed him a water bottle. The headline, however, made it sound like you’d been spotted on secret dates across Seoul.

Seventeen

Kim mingyu The rehearsal room was thick with tension. The mirrors reflected twelve faces — tired, determined, and somewhere between exhaustion and frustration. But all eyes avoided the two of you. You and Kim Mingyu, both standing on opposite sides of the room, refused to look at each other. The air between you had been sharp for weeks — ever since that argument during choreography practice. No one really remembered how it started. Maybe it was Mingyu’s teasing, or maybe it was the way you snapped back one too many times. What mattered was that now, the once effortless rhythm between you had turned into a silent battle. The other SEVENTEEN members noticed, of course. But true to their nature, they didn’t take sides. “Let’s just focus on the performance,” said S.Coups, his tone calm but firm. Everyone nodded — even Mingyu, though you could feel his eyes flicker toward you for a split second before he looked away. Days turned into weeks, and the tension never fully faded. On stage, though, it was different. When the music started, professionalism took over. You danced in perfect sync, every move sharp, every breath timed — two rivals forced into harmony. Offstage, silence. Onstage, perfection. Then came the night of the Seoul concert — the biggest of the tour. Suddenly your in ear pieces stopped working you couldn’t hear the commands the tact the music anything.

Jungwon

No one remembered when it started. Maybe it was in freshman year when Jungwon beat you on the entrance exam by 0.2 points. Or maybe it was the science fair, when you won first place, and he smiled too sweetly as he clapped. Either way, by senior year at Daehan Academy, everyone knew: you and Jungwon were the school’s favorite academic rivalry. You didn’t just compete. You performed. Eye-rolls during test reviews. Synchronized hand-raises when the teacher asked hard questions. Once, your English teacher made you sit on opposite sides of the room just so class could “breathe.” “Don’t take this personally,” Jungwon whispered one day before a group debate. “But I’m going to destroy you.”

Kim mingyu

By the time the news broke, no one was surprised. SEVENTEEN had always moved like a unit, but some pairs carried a different kind of gravity. When Calvin Klein announced you and Mingyu as global ambassadors, fans called it inevitable. Power and precision. Height and edge. Leader energy without titles. You weren’t just the maknae—you were the one who knew exactly who you were. ⸻ The New York studio was bright, clean, controlled. You walked in beside Mingyu, matching strides, matching presence. Stylists paused. Staff glanced up. Cameras were already pointed in your direction. Mingyu adjusted his jacket once, then looked at you. “Same plan as always?” he asked. You smirked. “Don’t miss.” He laughed softly. “Never do.” There was no nervous energy, no need for reassurance. You’d shared stages, world tours, award shows. A photoshoot was easy. The first look was stripped back—black denim, white cotton, nothing unnecessary. Calvin Klein understood idols like you: confidence didn’t need decoration. “Stand close,” the photographer said. You didn’t think about it. Mingyu’s shoulder brushed yours naturally, his arm relaxed at his side. You tilted your head slightly, gaze sharp and unreadable. He looked forward, calm, grounded—like the world had already adjusted itself around him. Click. Click. Click. “Perfect,” someone whispered behind the monitor.

Choi soobin

best friends 𒀮 You and Choi Soobin had been inseparable for as long as you could remember. From the moment you met in high school, something clicked. He was the calm to your chaos, the steady anchor when life felt like a storm. Over the years, your bond grew into something rare—an unshakable friendship built on trust, laughter, and shared dreams. It all started on the first day of high school. You were late to class, rushing into the room with an apology on your lips. The only seat left was next to a tall, quiet boy with a kind face. “I’m Soobin,” he said shyly, offering you a small smile. “I’m [Your Name],” you replied, plopping into the seat. “Looks like we’re stuck together.” From that day, Soobin became your partner in crime. Whether it was sneaking snacks into study sessions or pulling harmless pranks on your friends, you found joy in each other’s company.

Lee soohyuk

You and Lee Soo-hyuk are sworn enemies in the industry. Not rivals for fame — rivals for respect. He once publicly called your acting “emotionally hollow” during an interview, and it went viral. You never forgave him. Ever since, every award, every headline, every camera flash feels like a silent duel between you two. Now, fate (and an ambitious director) casts you both as co-leads in Cold Lights, a dark drama about two detectives haunted by a shared past. The story on-screen is about secrets. Off-screen, it’s about pretending not to care. The script reading feels like a battlefield. You sit opposite each other — you in quiet focus, him with that cool indifference. The table between you feels like a frozen lake about to crack. The director says, “Let’s start from scene 42.” It’s a confrontation scene — your characters shouting, pushing, breaking. But the second you start speaking, the air shifts. Your line: “You think you know me?” His reply, voice low, eyes locked on you: “I know exactly who you are.” Everyone goes still. It’s too real. Too sharp. Too much like the truth.

Kim mingyu

Enemies to loverd 🝮 From the moment you met Kim Mingyu, you knew he was trouble. Tall, handsome, and annoyingly charming, he had an air of confidence that grated on your nerves. It didn’t help that you were forced to work together on a big project for a mutual friend’s event. “I’m not saying your idea is bad,” Mingyu said one afternoon, leaning against the table in the studio. His tone was teasing, his smirk smug. “I’m just saying my idea is better.”

Han jisung

Boyfriend ♡︎ The rain tapped softly against the window as you scrolled through your phone, waiting for Han Jisung to arrive. He was late, as usual, but you didn’t mind. You knew he probably got caught up in the studio, working on another song that he’d proudly insist was “just a rough draft” when he played it for you later. You heard the jingle of keys before the door swung open, revealing Jisung bundled in a hoodie, his hair slightly damp from the rain. “I brought snacks!” he announced, holding up a convenience store bag like a trophy. “You’re late,” you teased, crossing your arms as he kicked off his shoes. He grinned, his dimple showing. “Yeah, but I brought snacks. That’s worth a few minutes, right?” You rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide your smile. Jisung always had a way of making you laugh, even when you tried to stay annoyed.

Choi soobin

Boyfriend ♡︎ The sun streamed through the café’s wide windows, casting warm golden light on the bustling little corner of your favorite bookshop. You glanced at Soobin, who was sitting across from you, holding a cup of iced Americano like it was the most precious thing in the world. His long fingers tapped lightly on the cup as he focused intently on the book he was reading. “You’ve been staring for a while,” he said suddenly, not looking up but grinning like he knew he caught you in the act.

Kim mingyu

Boyfriend ♡︎ Your mornings always started with a surprise. Not because Kim Mingyu was unpredictable quite the opposite. He had a routine of sneaking out of bed early, making breakfast, and leaving a little post-it note by your plate. Today’s note read: “Good morning, love. Pancakes are warm, just like my heart when I see you. - Mingyu.” You chuckled, holding the note against your chest. Living with Mingyu had turned your life into a romantic drama, only sweeter and more real. “Did you like my note?” His voice startled you. He stood by the doorframe, messy haired and grinning, as if he hadn’t just made your entire day before 8 AM.

Sunoo

You and Sunoo had always been inseparable, ever since you first met in high school. He was the one person who could make you laugh when everything else felt like it was falling apart. He had this easy way of lighting up any room, his presence a warmth that made you feel safe. And, of course, you always appreciated how deeply he cared for his friends, especially you. He never judged you, never pushed when you needed space, and always listened when you had something on your mind. No one else had that balance of understanding and lightness the way Sunoo did. You, on the other hand, were often the grounded one. You kept him in check, reminding him to stop being so impulsive, to think things through. You were his anchor, and he was your escape. Most of the time, people assumed you were more than friends. It wasn’t that you didn’t have a special bond, it was just that… well, you both had never crossed that line. You had seen the way he could flirt, how he made other people laugh, but when it came to you? It was different. More comfortable. You had never looked at him that way—until one evening, when everything changed. It was a rainy Friday night, and the two of you were sitting on the rooftop of your building, huddled together under a thick blanket. The city lights below shimmered through the rain, casting a soft glow over the world. You were talking about everything and nothing, as usual, when you noticed how close you had become without realizing it. “Why are we always so comfortable together?” Sunoo asked, his voice quiet, thoughtful.

Yunho

Boyfriend ♡︎ The soft hum of the city outside the window was the only sound in the cozy apartment. You sat curled up on the couch, scrolling through your phone, a small smile tugging at your lips as you looked at the messages from Yunho. Yunho: “Practice ran late, but I’ll be there soon. Did you eat yet?” You: “Not yet. Waiting for you.” You smiled, already imagining his wide grin when he walked through the door. Dating Yunho wasn’t easy—both of you were idols, constantly in the public eye, with schedules that rarely lined up. But the quiet moments like these, when it was just the two of you, made it all worth it.

Sunghoon

At first, he was just the guy who made everyone laugh a little too loudly, the one who always cracked a joke at the wrong time, but had that way of pulling everyone into his orbit with just a smile. You always thought he was too polished, too perfect. Too smooth. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but something about his confidence made you keep a bit of distance. You weren’t sure why it bothered you—until the day it didn’t. It started with a late-night study session. You were both assigned to work on the same project, and when you found out you’d be paired up, you couldn’t help the knot that formed in your stomach. Sunghoon was… well, he was Sunghoon. The guy who barely seemed to care about school, but still aced every test without breaking a sweat. You? You had to work for your grades. Every point counted. And now you were stuck with someone who seemed to think school was a joke. You showed up at the library, ready for an all-nighter. Sunghoon was already there, sitting casually with his feet up on the chair next to him, headphones in, scrolling through his phone like this was just another Tuesday. You sighed, plopping down at the table across from him. He looked up, pulling out his earbuds with a grin. “I thought we were going to make this miserable, not fun.”

Niki

You and Niki had never gotten along. From the moment you met, there was something about him that rubbed you the wrong way. He was cocky, effortlessly charming, and always had a sarcastic quip ready—especially when it came to you. And you? You were far from impressed. If anything, he only seemed to make your blood boil with every sly comment, every smug smile. The rivalry started small—an argument over a project in school, a disagreement over something minor. But over time, those moments built up, until there was an undeniable tension whenever you were in the same room. Friends would joke about your “chemistry,” but it wasn’t chemistry. It was fire—a constant, simmering animosity that neither of you could seem to escape. It all came to a head one night when your school decided to throw a charity event. You and Niki were assigned to work together on a major part of the event—coordinating the entertainment. It should have been simple. It wasn’t. “You’re doing it all wrong,” Niki said, arms crossed, his eyes narrowed as he looked over your plans.

Jake

Jake had his own reputation: calm, methodical, ruthlessly efficient. But there was something about him you couldn’t shake—something that made you keep a tight grip on your own weapons whenever he was around. He wasn’t like the rest of them. He wasn’t afraid to kill, but he also wasn’t quick to pull the trigger. He took his time. Which was both fascinating and terrifying. You worked together on jobs—drug shipments, cleaning up messes, intimidating rivals. No small talk. No jokes. Just business. He was the kind of partner who didn’t ask questions, and you didn’t offer answers. You did the job, walked away, and got paid. That’s how it was. Until the night everything changed. You were assigned to clean up a rival’s operation—a simple raid, easy cash. But somewhere in the chaos, things went sideways. Gunfire. Screams. The kind of mess that made even seasoned criminals take a step back. And in the middle of it all, Jake’s hand brushed yours, just for a second. A touch. It shouldn’t have meant anything. It was just a momentary brush, like a thousand others you’d shared with him in the past. But this time, it lingered. You felt his eyes on you in the aftermath, cold and calculating, but… something else behind them. You couldn’t place it. “You alright?” he asked, voice low. Almost too low

Straykids

Manager ☆ The buzzing of your phone jolted you awake. It was 5:00 AM, and another day of managing Stray Kids was about to begin. As the group’s manager, your days were packed with schedules, rehearsals, and keeping up with the chaotic energy of eight incredibly talented but occasionally mischievous idols. “Y/N, are you awake yet?” Chan’s familiar Australian accent came through the phone. “We’ve got a tight schedule today, and I’m pretty sure Hyunjin forgot to set his alarm.” You groaned but smiled, already reaching for your jacket.

Park jeongmin

The spotlight always felt warm on your skin—familiar, comforting, a place where you controlled the narrative. But nothing prepared you for the news your manager dropped that morning: “Your new music video’s lead actor will be Park Jeongmin.” Your jaw nearly hit the floor. Park Jeongmin: the award-winning actor with a smile that made headlines and an ego that made your blood boil. You’d clashed once at a fashion event—just one cutting remark, one sarcastic smile—and somehow the industry decided you two were enemies. And you didn’t disagree. So when he walked onto the set on day one—hair styled, script in hand, eyes gleaming with trouble—you felt your heartbeat kick up in something between irritation and something you refused to name. “Try to keep up,” he said with a smirk. “You’re in my world now,” you shot back. The director clapped his hands. “Positions! Remember: lovers on camera, whatever you two are off it.” The irony was suffocating. Acting Close The storyline of your music video was simple: two people drawn together despite the chaos around them. Simple—until you had to film a scene with Jeongmin’s hand brushing your cheek. Lighting crew watching. Cameras rolling. His touch warm, steady, annoyingly gentle. “Don’t freeze up,” he murmured under his breath. “I’m not freezing,” you muttered, even though you absolutely were. Take after take, your chemistry sharpened like a blade. The crew whispered about it, glancing between you two like they were watching fate unfold—or an explosion waiting to happen. Between scenes, you and Jeongmin traded snarky comments like weapons, but there were moments—tiny, inconvenient moments—where his eyes softened, or where he laughed at something you said like he wasn’t supposed to.