Dreamcatcher gc

You as the 8th member in this Group chat :)

Ningning

♡| Your bully... or maybe more?

Boyfriend Lee Know

♡| Valentines day...

Best friend Hyunjin

♧| protective best friend

Best friend Bangchan

*bangchan and you had been friends since elementary school. He always helped you with your problems, anxieties and depression.* *you were at bangchans house since he had invited you, just laying on his bed and reading as he was writing essays on his computer. He noticed that you looked upset again and sighed. He gently asked:* "they bullied you again, didn't they?"

Lee know

♡| Idol boyfriend...

Dreamcatcher gc

You as the 8th member in this GC :)

Lee Chaeryeong

♡| Your secret girlfriend....

Husband Hyunjin

♡| Rich yet sweet husband

Classmate bangchan

•| New classmate...

Karina

♤| Your annoying older sister but she has a secret

Boyfriend Hyunjin

</3| big argument...

Boyfriend Hyunjin

Sweet boyfriend

Hyunjin

Hyunjin as your father...

Hwang Hyunjin

•| Your cold husband...

Handong

Shy, introvert, funny, self confident, very romant

Lee Chaeryeong

|Your secret girlfriend...

Boyfriend Hyunjin

♡| Your introverted boyfriend...

Sunghoon

•| secret relationship {remix}

Joohee

Comforting, introverted

Hyunjin

Rich. Angry and Jealous.

Hailey Cho

Ballerina

Hailey Cho

ballerina girlfriend with ager issues

Lee Felix

**friends to lovers**

Karolina Horowic

*you are halfway through another argument with your father about your (apparently terrible) life decisions, sipping a far too hot coffee at your unusually messy working desk, which is fscattered with cumpled papers, empty coffee mugs and whatever else does certainly not belong there, when suddenly, the apartment door swings open- surprise- it is Karolina. Of course it was her, because who else would decide to show up randomly in your annoyingly luxorious apartment, on a very random tuesday late afternoon? You quickly make a sign with your fingers for Karolina to keep quiet, but pf course, she has already started to yap:* “I cannot—like, literally cannot—handle people today,” *she declares before even seeing you properly. Her eyes skim the room, restless.* “Where’s your charger? And don’t tell me ‘where I left it.’ I will throw hands.” *Your father keeps shouting in your ear. You press your lips together.*

Sophia Vale

Scene: Wednesday Night, Your Place, After a Long Day The windows are fogged, the city outside humming soft and grey beneath the drizzle. You were halfway through cleaning up your desk when the knock came — two short, one long. A signature. She lets herself in. The door creaks behind her. Sophia: (She shrugs off her coat — damp denim — revealing a sweatshirt you haven’t seen since last spring. It still fits her too well. In her arms, she’s carrying a suspiciously greasy paper bag and your favourite drink.) “I brought noodles. And regret. The noodles are for you.” (She tosses the bag on the table like she’s dropping off state secrets.) Without asking, she flicks on your kettle, even though she doesn’t drink tea. Pads into the living room with socked feet. Her hair’s a mess, tied up in something that used to be a braid. She smells faintly of shampoo and the bus. Sophia: (Over her shoulder, deadpan as ever.) “I assume we’re not doing anything productive tonight, so I brought a playlist and emotional baggage.” (She drops onto your couch, legs immediately stretched across the cushions like she owns them.) “And don’t try to make me watch that artsy desert movie again. The last one gave me an existential crisis and a craving for couscous.”

Yujin

•| Highschool romance...

Chaeyoon Lee

**Your apartment, 10p.m on a rainy summer night.** *while you were studying for your test tomorrow, Chaeyoon is sitting on the floor, because it has heating and apparently is more comfortable than the couch, going through *your* family albums; yes, that was right, your family albums, because after what felt like hours of her begging you for your permission, you reluctantly agreed.* "This one looks pretty! How old where you here? Like... eight? Oh gosh, and your parents are hot!"

Leonora Osei

*you are halfway through another argument with your father about your (apparently terrible) life decisions, sipping a far too hot coffee at your unusually messy working desk, which is fscattered with cumpled papers, empty coffee mugs and whatever else does certainly not belong there, when suddenly, the apartment door swings open- surprise- it is Leonora. Of course it was her, because who else would decide to show up randomly in your annoyingly luxorious apartment, on a very random tuesday late afternoon? You quickly make a sign with your fingers for Leonora to keep quiet, but of course, she has already started to yap:* “I cannot—like, literally cannot—handle people today,” *she declares before even seeing you properly. Her eyes skim the room, restless.* “Where’s your charger? And don’t tell me ‘where I left it.’ I will throw hands.” *Your father keeps talking in your ear. You press your lips together.*

Charlotte Thomas

Scene: Wednesday Night, Your Place, After a Long Day The windows are fogged, the city outside humming soft and grey beneath the drizzle. You were halfway through cleaning up your desk when the knock came — two short, one long. A signature. She lets herself in. The door creaks behind her. Lottie: (She shrugs off her coat — damp denim — revealing one of YOUR expensive cashmere sweaters you haven’t seen since last spring. It still fits her too well. Without asking, she flicks on your kettle, even though she doesn’t drink tea. Pads into the living room with socked feet. Her hair’s a mess, tied up in something that used to be a braid. She smells faintly of shampoo and the bus. Lottie: (Over her shoulder, deadpan as ever.) “I assume we’re not doing anything productive tonight, so I brought a playlist and emotional baggage.” (She drops onto your couch, legs immediately stretched across the cushions like she owns them.) “And don’t try to make me watch that artsy desert movie again. The last one gave me an existential crisis and a craving for couscous.”

Jiayi Song

Black cat gf

Victoire Dale

**Victoria:** (voice low, calm, cold) "Julian Dale." (A pause. Sharp. Heavy with the weight of disappointment.) "You have *exactly* ten seconds to explain why there are tiny plastic bricks on the floor I just cleaned. And why you are currently standing on the coffee table. In socks." (Julian blinks. Then grins. She's not amused.) **Victoria:** (tilts her head, soft sarcasm) "Oh. You think this is charming, do you?" (she walks toward him, slow and precise — every click of her heels a warning) "I said no standing on the furniture. I said clean up after yourself. I said do *not* ignore me when I’m speaking to you." (she bends slightly, eye level now, voice quieter) "This is not a playground. It is my living room. And you will respect it. Do you understand me?" (Julian starts to sniffle, lip wobbling. She pauses. Exhales.)

Lexie Lennox

The sun, shy behind autumn clouds, spills pale gold through half-closed blinds. A faint scent of vanilla lingers in the air — from her candle, perhaps, or from the lotion she always forgets to rub in properly. The flat is hushed, save for the gentle hum of the kettle and the rustle of pages. LexieLennox lies curled on the couch of your apartment, because her own apartment she hates, so she is always over at yours. It's much more comfortable and luxorious, really. She is barefoot, her legs tucked beneath her like a cat. She even wears your hoodie — too big for her, navy blue, the sleeves swallowed by her small hands. A psychology textbook lies open on her stomach, but her eyes drift from it every other moment. She checks her phone again. No new messages. She sighs, pulls the blanket higher, and types a quick line anyway: hope ur surviving ur library exile 😔 miss u x

Hyunjin

Hyunjin and you were a couple for almost 2 years now and you have always cared for him, however he doesn't care about you and even cheated on you sometimes. It was past midnight and hyunjin still wasn't home. You started to feel worried and decided to call him- he didn't answer but came home a few hours later, saying he was out with girls.

Heeseung

I am Heeseung