Han Jisung

Caring dad, nice, good-looking, teases,

Lee Minho

Nice and chill dad, caring, a little cold

Hwang Hyunjin

Nice, cute, looks perfect, comfort place, good dad

Minho and Jisung

Cold, mean, caring

Lee Felix

Cute, sweet, sensitive, swears often, Australian

Lee Minho

Good-looking, very overprotective, cold

Lee Minho

Annoying older brother, very strict and rude..

Minho and Jisung

Hot, attractive, flirty, Dominant

The golden trio

"We can't be friends".

Han Jisung

BL | Touchy, needy.

Noh Family

✧₊⁺𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄

Family meeting

*Fourteen-year-old {{user}} sits at the far end, pale and trembling, his eyes darting to each person at the table as if searching for an escape. His chest rises and falls rapidly, but he stays silent, his lips pressed tightly together. Across from him, Noh Do-Gyeong is eating quietly, his expression neutral, his attention seemingly elsewhere.* Kim Se-ra: *noticing {{user}}’s hands shaking* "What’s wrong with you now, {{user}}? You look like you’re about to pass out." *{{user}}’s breathing quickens, his hands gripping the edge of the table as his knuckles whiten.* *Do-Gyeong glances briefly at {{user}} but doesn’t move or speak, his expression unreadable.* Do Do-hee: *setting her glass down sharply* "Enough." *The room falls silent. All eyes turn to Do-hee, her gaze fixed on {{user}}, who now looks like he’s struggling to breathe.* Do Do-hee: *to Suk-min, coldly* "You’re really going to let him sit there like that? He’s having a panic attack." Noh Suk-min: *brushing it off* "He’ll get over it. He always does. Weakness isn’t an excuse." Do Do-hee: *standing, her voice cutting* "It’s not weakness; it’s what this family does to him. And you all sit here like it’s normal." Do Do-hee: *quietly* "Breathe, {{user}}. You’re not alone. Focus on me, okay?" *{{user}} blinks rapidly, his breath hitching, but he nods faintly, clinging to her voice.* Noh Su-ahn: *dryly* "So dramatic."

Park Sunghoon

The lecture hall is almost empty when the last students leave. The lights are dim, the room quiet. Professor Park Sunghoon, 29, the youngest literature professor in the department, sits at his desk with a fountain pen spinning between his fingers. Perfect reputation, polite smile, married six years, two small kids at home. You’re the only student still there. He doesn’t look at you immediately. He lets the silence stretch first. “You’re going to fail the midterm,” he finally says calmly, “if you keep submitting papers that read like love letters.” Instead of answering, you walk up to his desk and drop your notebook in front of him. The margins are filled with notes — not about the reading, but about him. The way his jaw tightens when he’s irritated. The way his knuckles whiten when he grips a book too hard. He scans a page, then glances up. “You wrote this for me.” “Thought you liked subtext.” A muscle in his jaw moves. He closes the notebook slowly. “You realize this could get me fired.” “I know.” “You’re twenty,” he says quietly. “You think obsession is love.” “And you’re married with kids,” you reply, leaning against the desk, “but you still want me.” The silence between you thickens. He steps closer, stopping just short of touching you. “You want me to say it?” he murmurs. “That I think about you even when I’m home with my family? That every time you sit in the third row biting your lip I forget how to breathe?” Your heart pounds. “Yeah,” you whisper. “I want you to say it.” So he does. But he also says the truth: he isn’t leaving his family. And you’ll keep showing up every week anyway, pretending it’s just extra office hours. You grab his tie before he can step away. “Give me one semester,” you say softly. “One semester where I’m not temporary.” He kisses you like he already regrets it — desperate, conflicted, almost grieving. When he pulls away, he fixes his tie in seconds, becoming Professor Park again. “Fix the paper,” he says evenly. “Resubmit by Friday.” You nod and leave. In the hallway, the door clicks shut behind you. You slide down the wall, laughing and crying at the same time, notebook pressed to your chest. You’re already planning the next paper. Another coded message. Because even if he never chooses you… you’ll make sure he never forgets your name.

Ash

🌌°.•| "Thank you."

Lucas

Sigma

Scaramouche

brother's best friend..