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Eyes on you - Wonwoo

Theme: Slow-burn, mutual pining, “you make me feel alive.”

Tone: Tender, magnetic, full of eye contact and quiet gestures.

Setting: Library volunteer project — you and Wonwoo are paired together.

You weren’t expecting to be paired with Jeon Wonwoo.

He was the quiet guy in class — always reading, always in the back, glasses slipping down his nose, hoodie pulled over his head like a shield.

You’d barely spoken more than a few words to him before.

But for the university’s charity book drive, the two of you were assigned the same station — sorting, cataloging, restocking shelves in the quiet back corner of the campus library.

Awkward at first.

Silent.

Too silent.

But over time…

You began to notice things.

Like how he always brought an extra drink — even if he never said it was for you.

Or how he laughed under his breath when you mispronounced author names on purpose.

Or how his eyes lingered on you for just a second too long.

Every time you looked up,

you caught him.

Eyes on you.

“Do I have something on my face?” you teased one day, nudging his arm.

He blinked.

Flushed.

Shook his head.

“No. You just…”

He trailed off.

Bit his lip.

Looked down at the stack of books like they’d rescue him.

“You just look nice today.”

Boom.

After that, things changed.

The silences weren’t awkward anymore.

They were comfortable.

Like music in the spaces between words.

He started making dumb jokes.

You started bringing his favorite snacks.

He started leaning closer when you talked.

And you?

You realized that every time he looked at you…

You were looking right back.

One rainy evening, while reshelving books under the dim light of the archive section, you stood on tiptoe to reach the top shelf.

The ladder wobbled.

You nearly slipped.

But before you could fall, strong arms caught you.

Wonwoo.

Close.

Too close.

You clung to his hoodie, heart pounding.

He stared down at you, his breath uneven.

“Are you okay?”

You nodded.

Barely.

“Your eyes… they’re always on me.”

His voice was a whisper.

“Can’t help it.”

And then —

like the space between you had finally caught fire —

he kissed you.

Soft.

Slow.

Sure.

Like he’d been waiting his whole life.

Later, as the rain tapped softly against the window, he rested his forehead against yours and murmured:

“I’ve always had my eyes on you. I just never thought you’d look back.”

You smiled, fingers brushing his jaw.

“Well… now you know.”

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BOOMBOOM - Hoshi

Theme: Flirtationship chaos turning into real feelings.

Tone: Playful, heart-racing, chaotic with a soft core.

Setting: Dance club at university — you’re both captains of rival teams.

You and Hoshi weren’t enemies.

But you were rivals.

Dance team captains at the same university.

You, known for your precision and elegance.

Him? The wild card — explosive, unpredictable, always doing the most.

The tension was real.

The competition was fierce.

And every time you locked eyes at a showcase or in the hallway, it felt like a challenge.

Or maybe something else.

Something warmer.

Faster.

Louder.

Like a racing heartbeat.

Boom boom.

It started with a dare.

Joint practice for the university festival.

Too many teams. Not enough space.

The director suggested a duet performance between the two of you.

Everyone else gasped.

You rolled your eyes.

Hoshi grinned.

“Scared you’ll fall for me?” he teased.

You smirked.

“Scared you won’t be able to keep up?”

Boom boom.

Rehearsals were chaos.

He kept showing up late with a smoothie for you.

You kept pretending you didn’t like them.

He teased you mid-routine.

You accidentally-on-purpose stepped on his foot.

But every time your hands brushed,

every time he caught you during a lift —

the air got heavier.

Boom boom boom.

One night, after a particularly intense practice, you were both breathless on the floor, sweat dripping, adrenaline high.

“You know,” he said, staring at the ceiling, “I never thought someone could actually make my heart race more than dance does.”

You turned your head to look at him.

“And now?”

He turned too, meeting your eyes.

Smirking, but softer.

“Boom boom.”

The festival night came.

The lights.

The crowd.

The music.

And when the beat dropped, and the two of you hit every move in sync —

close, fast, magnetic —

the crowd went wild.

But you only heard one thing.

Your heartbeat.

Boom boom boom boom.

After the performance, while everyone was celebrating, Hoshi grabbed your hand and pulled you into the hallway.

No cameras. No stage.

Just you.

And him.

His fingers still wrapped in yours, he whispered:

“Let’s stop pretending this is just rivalry.”

You smiled.

“Then what is it?”

His free hand cupped your cheek.

His thumb brushed your lip.

“Something that makes me feel alive. Every time I see you… boom boom.”

You leaned in, forehead to forehead.

“Then make it official.”

And with that kiss —

the one that left your legs weak and your heart racing —

you both finally admitted what the world had already guessed.

You were made for this fire.

For each other.

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THANKS - Jun

Theme: Post-breakup reflection, sincere gratitude, lingering love.

Tone: Melancholic but warm — like a sunset memory.

Setting: A year after the breakup, Jun looks back on the love you once shared.

A year had passed since you walked away.

No dramatic ending.

Just life pulling you in different directions — dreams too far apart to hold hands through.

Jun never blamed you.

And maybe that’s what hurt the most.

Because while you were chasing the world,

he stayed still.

And let you go.

Sometimes, at night, he still scrolled through your old texts.

Sometimes, he’d walk past a place you used to go —

the late-night noodle shop,

the bookstore you dragged him into just to smell the paper,

that hill where you once watched the stars and whispered your fears into his shoulder.

And each time, the ache would return.

Not sharp.

Not angry.

Just… tender.

“Are you okay?”

Minghao asked him one evening.

Jun smiled, soft and small.

“Yeah. I just…”

He looked out the window, watching the rain streak down.

“I hope she’s happy.”

He thought about you most on quiet days.

When his schedule wasn’t packed, when the music slowed down, when the sky was that soft blue you loved.

He didn’t cry anymore.

But he still missed you — in the way someone misses a favorite dream after waking up.

One day, Jun found a photo of you both, tucked inside an old book you’d lent him.

You were laughing.

He was looking at you, not the camera.

He smiled, thumbing over the image.

“You made me feel loved.”

He whispered it to the empty room.

To the echo of your laughter.

To the space you left behind.

“Thank you.”

Not for leaving.

But for staying as long as you did.

For every soft word.

Every forehead kiss.

Every time you said, “I believe in you,” when he didn’t believe in himself.

Jun folded the photo and slid it back into the book.

Not to forget.

But to keep.

Somewhere safe.

And as he stood by the window that night, a song playing faintly in the background — one you used to hum —

Jun closed his eyes, hand over his heart.

“I miss you,” he thought.

“But I’m grateful I ever got to love you.”

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Don’t Wanna Cry - Joshua

Theme: Breakup regret, lingering feelings, unspoken “what if”s.

Tone: Emotional, quiet, aching.

Setting: Post-breakup — two hearts still reaching for each other from a distance.

It had been weeks since you and Joshua broke up.

No shouting.

No slamming doors.

Just quiet goodbyes in the middle of a rainy evening —

two people too scared to hurt each other,

so instead, you hurt yourselves.

You still saw him sometimes.

Across campus.

At mutual friends’ gatherings.

In every place where memories used to live.

And every time, it was the same:

His eyes would find yours.

Stay a moment too long.

And then look away.

Like he wanted to say something.

But didn’t know how to start.

One night, after a late class, you walked alone through the nearly empty streets.

The sky was dusky.

Your chest felt heavier than usual.

You found yourself at the park bench where the two of you used to meet.

Where he once brought you coffee when you cried over finals.

Where he told you, with stars in his eyes, “You’re the calm in my storm.”

You sat down, and let yourself remember.

And then —

“Hey.”

That voice.

Soft. Gentle.

Still familiar enough to make your heart stutter.

You looked up, and there he was.

Joshua.

Hands in his coat pockets, eyes unreadable but so tired.

He sat beside you without asking.

There was silence for a while.

The kind that only exists between people who used to know each other deeply.

Then, quietly:

“I miss you.”

You bit your lip.

“You were the one who let go.” you said, a little too fast.

He nodded.

“I know. I thought… I was protecting us. But I think I was just scared.”

You looked at him.

Eyes full of a hundred unsaid things.

“Do you still love me?” you whispered.

Joshua’s voice trembled.

“I never stopped.”

You wanted to cry.

You really did.

But something in you —

maybe pride, maybe pain —

held it in.

You turned your face away, blinking hard at the streetlight.

“I don’t wanna cry,” you said, voice cracking.

And Joshua, heart breaking, whispered:

“Then let me hold you again… so you won’t have to.”

You didn’t answer.

But your fingers found his.

Slowly. Carefully.

Like testing if the flame still burned.

And when your hands finally clasped…

Neither of you let go.

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Home - Jeonghan

Theme: Emotional refuge, slow-burn, finding peace in love.

Tone: Soft, intimate, like a warm hug on a rainy day.

Setting: University — two souls quietly falling into each other’s rhythm.

You didn’t mean to fall apart in front of him.

It had been a rough week — assignments piling up, missed meals, that empty ache in your chest you couldn’t quite name.

You thought you were holding it together just fine…

Until Jeonghan saw you sitting alone in the library, head down on your folded arms, shoulders trembling ever so slightly.

He didn’t say anything.

He just sat down next to you.

Quietly.

Gently.

And stayed.

He offered you his hoodie without a word, just draped it over your back like a blanket.

You didn’t lift your head.

But your hand reached out, fingers brushing his sleeve.

And he let you hold on.

Because Jeonghan didn’t need you to talk.

He just needed you to know: You’re not alone.

From that day on, he became your quiet constant.

Bringing you snacks he knew you liked.

Sending you memes at 3AM when he noticed you were still online.

Waiting outside your classes just to walk you home — even if it meant going in the opposite direction of his dorm.

He never asked why you were struggling.

But his every action whispered:

“I see you. I’m here. Rest.”

You didn’t realize how much he had become your safe place…

Until one rainy evening, you found yourself standing at his door, soaked, tired, eyes stinging with tears.

He didn’t look surprised.

He just stepped aside and said softly, “Come in.”

You did.

And for the first time in days,

you exhaled.

Later, curled up on his bed with a cup of hot tea and his hoodie on your shoulders again, you whispered, “Why are you always here when I need you?”

Jeonghan smiled, brushing a damp strand of hair from your cheek.

“Because when I’m with you…”

His voice was low, tender.

“It feels like I’m home too.”

Your eyes welled up again, but this time, it wasn’t from sadness.

It was relief.

That night, you didn’t dream about unfinished assignments or heavy loneliness.

You dreamed of warm hands and soft smiles.

Of laughter echoing in quiet spaces.

Of Jeonghan — who never needed grand gestures to show he cared.

He was the hand that steadied you, the voice that calmed the storm inside you.

He was your home.

And you were his.

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Mansae - S.Coups

Theme: First crush chaos, trying and failing to act cool.

Tone: Fun, cheeky, full of heart-fluttering and goofy smiles.

Setting: School — S.Coups is the popular senior secretly head over heels for you.

Seungcheol was supposed to be the cool senior everyone admired.

Captain of the basketball team, effortlessly charming, the guy everyone looked at in the hallways.

Keyword: supposed to be.

Because when it came to you?

He was a complete, embarrassing mess.

The first time you smiled at him across the courtyard, Seungcheol practically flew into a wall trying to wave back.

The second time you said hi, he stammered out a “h-hello” so awkwardly that the underclassmen near him actually giggled.

The third time?

He dropped his entire lunch tray because you just had to compliment his new haircut.

Every time you so much as looked in his direction, inside his brain, it was full fireworks:

“Mansae!

Oh my God, she looked at me!

What do I do with my hands?!”

Seungcheol decided he needed a plan.

Step 1: Be cool.

Step 2: Impress you.

Step 3: Confess like a man.

Simple, right?

(Absolutely wrong.)

He waited for the perfect moment — after school, when the halls were quiet, pretending to lean all casual against your locker like he wasn’t five seconds from passing out.

You walked up, backpack slung over one shoulder, flashing him that bright smile.

“Hey, Seungcheol!”

He completely forgot every word he had practiced.

“Uh — h-hi! I mean — you’re — uh — do you like, um, stuff?”

You blinked.

He wanted to die.

You smiled wider. “Yeah. I like stuff.”

He laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck, cheeks bright red.

“Cool. Cool cool cool. I, uh, I think you’re… very… you know. Cool. And stuff.”

You bit back a giggle.

“Are you trying to say you like me?” you teased.

Seungcheol practically short-circuited.

“Yes! I mean — if you want! If you don’t that’s fine! But if you do — mansae!”

You burst out laughing.

Seungcheol covered his face with his hands, groaning. “I am so bad at this.”

You gently tugged his hands away so he would look at you.

“It’s okay,” you said, grinning. “I like you too.”

For a moment, all he could do was stare at you, eyes wide.

Then — unable to stop himself — he threw both fists in the air and shouted:

“MANSAE!!”

Everyone in the hallway turned to stare.

You laughed so hard you had to lean against the lockers for support.

Seungcheol didn’t care.

He had the biggest, dopiest smile on his face as he looked at you.

Because somehow, despite everything —

despite all the awkwardness and stammering —

he had won your heart.

And in his chest, it was all fireworks and celebration and one very loud, very happy:

“Mansae!”

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Adore U - Dino

Theme: First love, shy but determined, lots of heart-fluttering.

Tone: Sweet, youthful, wholesome but still full of little sparks.

Setting: School life — after-school moments turning into forever feelings.

You always knew Chan had a crush on you.

It wasn’t exactly subtle — not when he turned bright red every time you caught him staring.

Not when he always volunteered to be your partner in group projects.

Not when he stumbled over his words whenever you smiled at him.

But what you didn’t know was how much he adored you.

After school one afternoon, you were sitting on the steps by the field, watching the sun sink low and golden.

Chan approached you, fiddling nervously with something behind his back.

“Hey,” he said, voice cracking a little.

You smiled up at him.

“Hey, Chan.”

He froze for a second like he had to reboot his brain just from hearing his name on your lips.

“I, uh…”

He cleared his throat.

“I made something. For you.”

Before you could react, he shoved a small, hand-folded paper heart into your hands — messy, slightly crumpled, but so full of effort that your chest squeezed.

Inside, written in clumsy but heartfelt handwriting, were the words:

“I don’t know how to say it cool… but I really, really like you.”

You blinked up at him.

Chan was standing there, red-faced, bouncing on the balls of his feet like he was ready to run away if you didn’t say something fast.

You stood up, heart hammering in your chest.

“It’s not cool,” you teased gently, holding up the heart.

His face fell slightly.

You smiled wider, taking a step closer.

“But it’s perfect.”

And before Chan could fully process what was happening, you leaned up and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

He froze, wide-eyed, like someone had hit a pause button on him.

“I really, really like you too, Chan,” you whispered.

He let out a breathless laugh — somewhere between disbelief and pure joy — and finally, finally smiled so wide you thought he might float away.

From that day on, Chan stayed exactly the same.

Still shy sometimes.

Still stumbling over his words.

Still trying way too hard to impress you.

But now, he held your hand after school.

Now, he didn’t have to hide how brightly he smiled when you looked at him.

Now, he could adore you openly —

and you adored him right back.

Because sometimes, love didn’t need to be complicated or smooth or perfect.

Sometimes,

it just needed to be real.

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Oh My! - Vernon

Theme: Unexpected love, soft realization, lowkey but huge emotions.

Tone: Gentle, fluttery, a little clumsy, totally sincere.

Setting: Lazy summer afternoons — spontaneous hangs turning into something more.

You and Vernon were just friends.

At least, that’s what you told yourself.

Even when he called you at midnight just because he “felt like hearing your voice.”

Even when he dragged you to hole-in-the-wall cafes and shared his favorite songs with you like they were secrets.

It was easy with Vernon.

Simple.

Safe.

Until suddenly… it wasn’t.

One lazy summer afternoon, you found yourselves lying side by side in the park, watching clouds drift across a blue, endless sky.

The world buzzed quietly around you — kids laughing, birds chirping, the soft strum of someone’s guitar in the distance.

Vernon had one arm thrown over his eyes, looking effortlessly cool.

You had a melting ice cream cone dripping onto your wrist, feeling not-so-cool.

“You’re a mess,” he said, laughing, reaching over to wipe your hand with his sleeve without even thinking about it.

And when your eyes met — so close, so real — something inside you stuttered.

Oh my.

You looked away first, heart thundering in your chest.

Since when did Vernon’s laugh make your stomach flip?

Since when did the way he said your name feel like a song?

Since when… had you started falling?

The next day, Vernon showed up at your apartment with two bags of snacks and no plan whatsoever.

You ended up watching old movies on your couch, your legs tangled together like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Halfway through a cheesy rom-com, you stole a glance at him.

He was already looking at you.

His cheeks flushed pink, and he ducked his head quickly, pretending to focus on the screen.

You smiled, heart fluttering uncontrollably.

Oh my, you thought again.

Was he feeling it too?

Later, when the credits rolled and the world outside was dipped in gold, Vernon shifted closer.

“Hey,” he said, voice lower, almost shy.

“Yeah?”

He fidgeted with the hem of his hoodie.

“This is… kinda new for me,” he admitted, not meeting your eyes. “But when I’m with you, I feel…”

He paused, struggling for words — rare for someone usually so cool.

“Happy. Nervous. All at once.”

He laughed under his breath, finally looking at you.

“It’s stupid, right?”

You smiled so wide your cheeks hurt.

“Not stupid,” you whispered. “Me too.”

Vernon’s shoulders relaxed.

He leaned in, hesitating just for a second — giving you time to pull away if you wanted.

You didn’t.

The kiss was soft, awkward, sweet — exactly like the both of you.

And when you pulled back, both of you laughing nervously, cheeks burning, hands fumbling together.

All you could think was:

Oh my.

And you knew, deep in your heart,

you were exactly where you were supposed to be.

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HOME;RUN - Seungkwan

Theme: Best friends chasing dreams together, finding “home” in each other.

Tone: Fun, emotional, bright with a cozy undercurrent.

Setting: Big city life — dreams, laughter, late nights.

You and Seungkwan had a rule;

"No matter where we run to, we always find our way back to each other."

You both came to the city chasing dreams. You, with a notebook full of ideas, and him, with a voice that could light up the darkest room.

The city was big, messy, overwhelming. Some days you felt like you are on top of the world. Some days you barely made it through.

But Seungkwan was always there.

Cheering you on when you bombed your first job interview. Bringing ice cream to your apartment when your script got rejected. Dragging you out into the city at 2 A.M. just to see the skyline and remember why you started.

"One day," he said, lying next to on the hood of his car, staring at the stars, "we are gonna make it. And when we do — first paycheck, I'm buying you the world's ugliest couch for your dream apartment."

You laughed so hard you almost cried.

"Deal," you whispered.

Months passed. Life kept swinging — curveballs, fastballs, strikes.

But you and Seungkwan? You kept on running. You kept on swinging. You kept on dreaming.

And somewhere along the way, something changed.

His hand brushed yours one night, and neither of you moved away. His hugs lingered a little longer. His smile when he saw you felt a little different. Softer. Fuller. Home.

You didn't talk about it. You didn't have to.

It was there in every look, every laugh, everytime he showed up just when you needed him most.

The night your script finally got accepted — after a million of 'no's — you called him first, voice trembling with excitement.

He was at your door, barefoot, still in his pyjamas.

"I knew it," his voice thick with emotions. "I always knew you'd hit a homerun."

Before you could even react, he grabbed you, spun you around the living room, and laughed that beautiful, carefree laugh that always made you feel like everything would be okay.

When he finally set you down, his hand lingered on your waist. His forehead rested against yours.

"You know..." he said, breathless, "I've been running after a lot of dreams lately."

You smiled, heart racing.

"Yeah?"

He nodded, his voice soft now.

"But you... You're the one dream i don't wanna chase anymore."

"I want to catch you. Keep you."

You kissed him first — light, breathless, sparkling — just like everything he made you feel.

And for the first time in a long, long time, you realised:

You had already made it. You had already found your home. In him.

And together, you'd keep running. Hand in hand, hearts wide open. Towards every wild, wonderful dream.

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VERY NICE - DK

Theme: First date, heart-pounding, can’t-stop-smiling romance.

Tone: Fluffy, energetic, sweet.

Setting: City date — a little chaotic, a lot of laughter.

The first time Seokmin asked you out, he was so nervous he almost forgot how to speak.

He showed up outside your classroom holding a tiny bouquet of sunflowers, shifting from foot to foot, cheeks flushed bright pink.

"Hi! I mean — hi, you! I mean — uhh... would you maybe... wanna... sometime... I don't know... go out with me?" he blurted, squeezing his eyes shut like bracing for impact.

You laughed. The kind of laugh that made people around you turn and smile too. And said yes.

Seokmin looked so relieved he almost dropped the flowers.

Your first date was nothing fancy.

He took you to a street fair. Loud, colorful, alive, where everything smelled like fried food and cotton candy, and music floated through the air.

You rode bumper cars (where he very dramatically lost to you and insisted on a rematch).

You tried way too many street snacks (he almost cried because the spicy tteokbokki was way hotter than he expected).

You even won matching keychains at a shooting game. His aim was terrible, but he looked so determined that you couldn't stop cheering for him.

Everything about the day was chaotic.

Everything about it was perfect.

Especially him.

The way his smile lit up brighter than all the neon signs.

The way he laughed — loud and free, without caring who heard.

The way he looked at you like you were the only person that mattered in a crowd of hundreds.

As the night wound down, Seokmin walked you home, hands stuffed awkwardly in his pockets, practically vibrating with energy.

"Today was..." he started, then trailed off, grinning at the ground.

"Fun?" you teased.

He shook his head.

"Better. It was... very nice."

He looked up at you, eyes shining, heart written all over his face.

"Really, really very nice."

Your heart thudded so loud you were surprised he couldn't hear it.

And before you could overthink it, Seokmin blurted out:

"Can I see you again? Like  soon? Tomorrow? Or now?!"

You laughed again . The sound making him light up even more.

"Tomorrow sounds very nice," you said.

He clapped his hands together once, like he couldn't physically contain his happiness, and did a tiny, excited spin on the sidewalk.

You shook your head, grinning.

He was ridiculous.

He was sweet.

He was perfect.

And you were already counting down the minutes to tomorrow.

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CLAP - Mingyu

Theme: Finding someone who makes even your worst days feel like a celebration.

Tone: Fun, silly, flirty, supportive.

Setting: College/university — where you and Mingyu are both struggling students who keep each other sane.

You met Mingyu during finals week which basically meant you met Mingyu at his most chaotic.

He crashed into you, literally, in the university library, arms full of papers, coffee spilling dangerously close to both of you.

"Sorry! Sorry!" he gasped, scrambling to help you pick up your scattered notes.

You should've been annoyed.

You should've yelled.

Instead, you looked up into those wide, panicked eyes and laughed.

And when he saw you laugh, Mingyu grinned. That ridiculously handsome grin, and you were a goner.

From that day on, you were inseparable.

Study sessions that turned into meme-sharing competitions.

Coffee runs that turned into mini-adventures.

Library marathons that somehow always ended with you two laughing so hard you got kicked out.

Neither of you were perfect students.

You failed quizzes.

You pulled all-nighters that still didn't save your grades.

You had days where you wanted to quit everything.

But every time either of you stumbled, the other was there — clapping, cheering, lifting you back up.

"Another failed quiz?" Mingyu would say, offering a dramatic slow clap. "That's my girl! Still hotter than half the campus!"

You'd throw a crumpled paper ball at him and he'd just catch it, wink, and keep clapping.

The night before your biggest exam, you were a wreck.

Panic, tears, the whole nine yards.

Mingyu found you curled up in the campus cafe, staring hopelessly at your notes.

Without a word, he plopped down in front of you, pulled out two ridiculous party hats from his backpack (seriously, why did he have those?!) and shoved one onto your head.

"You," he announced grandly, "are doing amazing. Even if you fail tomorrow, you're still a champion."

You laughed through your tears, and he smiled, softer now.

"I'm proud of you," he said, voice low and real. "No matter what."

And somehow, hearing it from Mingyu made everything a little less terrifying.

The next day, you survived the exam.

(Okay, maybe barely. But you survived.)

And when you walked out of the hall, there he was, waiting with a giant "YOU DID IT!!!" poster and clapping like a maniac.

Everyone stared.

You flushed bright red.

But Mingyu just beamed at you like you were the only person in the world.

And as you ran into his arms, laughing and crying at the same time, you realized:

With him,

even your failures felt like victories.

Even your messiest moments were worth celebrating.

With Mingyu,

life wasn't about being perfect.

It was about clapping anyway.

Together.

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Pretty U - The8

Theme: First love feelings, butterflies, adorable tension.

Tone: Fluffy, heart-fluttering, playful and sweet.

Setting: Best friends turning into something more.

You and Minghao had always been just friends.

Movie marathons, late-night ramen runs, endless teasing, it was easy, effortless, perfect.

Until suddenly... it wasn't.

One day, you laughed too hard at something he said, and he swore his heart skipped a beat.

One day, he caught you tucking your hair behind your ear, and he had to look away before he smiled like an idiot.

One day, he realized; you weren't just pretty.

You were everything.

He wanted to tell you.

God, he needed to tell you.

But every time he tried, the words stuck to his tongue like gum on a hot sidewalk.

"You look..." he'd start, heart pounding. Then he'd chicken out, shoving a chip in his mouth instead.

"You're...cool," he blurted once, and immediately wanted to crawl into a hole.

You just smiled at him, clueless and sunshine-bright, and it made it so much worse.

One afternoon, you dragged him to a tiny carnival that popped up downtown.

The sun was setting, painting the sky in pinks and golds, and you looked so beautiful it actually hurt to look at you.

As you ran ahead toward a cotton candy stand, laughing, Minghao stared after you — heart in his throat, fists clenched at his sides.

"Say it," he muttered to himself. "Say it, idiot."

You turned back, grinning, waving him over.

And something inside him snapped.

He jogged up to you, a little breathless, and before he could lose his nerve, he grabbed your wrist, spun you around and said it.

"You're so pretty."

Just like that.

No dramatic buildup.

No perfect timing.

Just the raw, messy truth.

Your eyes widened.

You blinked at him. Once, twice, and then your cheeks flushed pinker than the sunset.

"Minghao..." you breathed.

And he smiled. That shy, boyish smile he only ever gave you and ducked his head.

"I like you," he added, softer this time. "A lot."

You didn't say anything.

You didn't have to.

You just reached up, lacing your fingers with his, and squeezed.

And in that moment, under fairy lights and cotton candy skies, Minghao decided:

The world could fall apart tomorrow.

Nothing else mattered.

Because you were his.

And you were so pretty.

Inside and out.

And now... you were his.

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Darl+ing - Woozi

Theme: Soul-deep love, quiet devotion.

Tone: Soft, emotional, heartwarming.

Setting: A simple life — music, comfort, and each other.

You met Woozi on a rainy afternoon, in the most unremarkable place; a tiny music store you both ducked into to escape a sudden downpour.

It should've been forgettable.

One of those fleeting moments you never think of again.

But fate had other plans.

He was standing by the guitar wall, brows furrowed, trying to decide between two models.

You — being you — couldn't help but offer an opinion.

(He later teased that you bullied him into choosing the right one.)

He remembered your laugh.

You remembered his shy smile.

And just like that, something small but unstoppable began.

At first, Woozi kept a distance.

Not cold, just careful.

He was a man who guarded his heart fiercely, keeping it locked away behind music, hard work, and a hundred unsaid words.

But you didn't rush him.

You just stayed — a quiet, steady presence in his life.

You listened when he spoke.

You understood when he didn't.

You found yourself in his lyrics.

He found himself in your eyes.

The night he finally said it. That single word that felt too big for ordinary moments. It wasn't over a fancy dinner or in a grand gesture.

It was in the small studio he called his second home.

You had fallen asleep on the couch, curled up with a blanket he had tossed over you hours ago.

When he looked at you — peaceful, trusting, his. The words slipped out before he could stop them.

"Darling," he whispered, so softly he wasn't sure if he actually said it out loud.

But you stirred, blinking up at him with a sleepy smile.

"Hi," you murmured.

And Woozi — usually so composed, so guarded — felt his heart split wide open.

He crossed the room, knelt beside you, and tucked a stray hair behind your ear.

"Stay with me," he said, voice barely holding together. "Not just tonight. Always."

Your answer was simple.

You reached out, pulling him into your arms, and whispered against his neck:

"Always, Jihoon."

From that night on, it was no longer just him against the world.

It was you and him, together.

Two souls, two dreams, one life woven together.

You were his muse, his peace, his darling.

And he was yours;

Quietly, fiercely, forever.

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_WORLD - Wonwoo

Theme: Healing love, offering a new, brighter life together.

Tone: Gentle, comforting, heart-fluttering.

Setting: After surviving hard times, you find a new world with Wonwoo.

You didn't trust easily anymore.

Not after everything.

Love had let you down.

Dreams had crumbled beneath your feet.

The world felt like a place too sharp, too heavy for someone like you.

But Wonwoo...

Wonwoo never tried to fix you.

He simply stood beside you, quiet and patient, offering his hand without expectation.

He didn't rush your scars away.

He didn't ask you to smile when you weren't ready.

He just... stayed.

The first time he brought you to the rooftop he loved, it wasn't a grand event. Just a quiet evening, a faded blanket spread out, two cups of coffee growing cold beside you.

You sat side by side, legs brushing every now and then, as the sun dipped behind the city skyline.

"It's not much," he said, voice low and warm, "but it's mine. And if you want... it can be yours too."

You turned to look at him — at the way the last light of day softened his sharp features, at the way his dark eyes held galaxies you didn't dare dream of anymore.

"Yours," he repeated, a small smile tugging at his lips, "if you're ready to build a new world with me."

You swallowed, your heart aching in the best way.

"What if I'm still broken?" you whispered.

Wonwoo leaned in, his forehead resting against yours, his hand finding yours with that familiar, grounding touch.

"Then we build it slow," he murmured. "Brick by brick. Together."

Days turned into weeks.

Weeks into months.

With Wonwoo, the world didn't change overnight.

It changed in tiny, precious moments.

Shared glances across crowded rooms.

Quiet laughter over stupid jokes.

Hands brushing when neither of you dared let go.

He made you believe in warmth again.

In hope.

In love that didn't demand, only offered.

He didn't save you.

He just stood with you as you saved yourself.

And somehow, somewhere along the way, you stopped surviving.

You started living.

One night, as you lay tangled together under a sky bursting with stars, Wonwoo whispered,

"You're my world now, you know."

And for the first time in a long, long time, you didn't feel scared.

You smiled, burying your face against his chest, breathing in the steady beat of a heart that had waited for you so patiently.

"Yours," you whispered back.

And just like that,

your new world began.

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HOT - Hoshi

Theme: Intense attraction, raw emotions, that can’t-keep-my-hands-off-you kind of chemistry.

Tone: Bold, fiery, a little reckless but full of heart.

Setting: Two people who can’t stay away from each other, even when they probably should.

The first time you met Hoshi, it felt like getting caught in a wildfire.

There was no easing into it. No polite introductions, no careful distance.

He charged into your life all at once, messy and loud and alive.

And you hated how easily he got under your skin.

The way he smiled like he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

The way he moved like the world was his stage; confident, unstoppable, hot as hell.

He was danger wrapped in laughter, temptation stitched into every lazy grin.

And you?

You were stupid enough to fall straight into the flames.

It started with a dare.

A party.

Too much heat.

Too much tension.

Someone dared you to dance with him.

You rolled your eyes, playing it cool — but inside, your heart was sprinting.

You weren't scared of him.

You were scared of what he made you feel.

The second your bodies collided on that dance floor, it was over.

Hoshi moved like he was born for it. Hips rolling, hands teasing, mouth dropping down to murmur filth into your ear only you could hear.

"You're dangerous," you gasped, trying to step back.

He caught your wrist with a smirk, pulling you right back in.

"You're the one playing with fire, baby."

You laughed — breathless, burning — and let yourself fall into the heat.

That night didn't end with just a dance.

It ended with you pressed against a wall, his hands braced on either side of your head, his breath fanning across your skin.

"Tell me to stop," he dared, voice rough, "and I will."

You didn't.

You couldn't.

You grabbed him by the collar and pulled him in, crashing your mouth against his like you were starving — like you had been starving for him and didn't even know it.

He groaned, deep and broken, like you had just torn open something raw inside him.

And just like that, the wildfire consumed you both.

It wasn't perfect.

You fought. You burned.

You made up in ways that left bruises and breathless laughter.

But you never doubted one thing:

With Hoshi, life was hot.

Every second.

Every touch.

Every look.

And you wouldn't trade that fire for anything.

Because some loves aren't meant to be safe.

Some loves are meant to be hot.