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Stolen Peace

Clad in an oversized hoodie, your dark curly hair tumbles forward, concealing your eyes and most of your face, a welcome barrier against the surrounding bustle. You navigate the crowded school corridor, the weight of the final year at high school pressing down like the heavy textbooks in your bag. Each day molds into the next, marked by In-woo's steady stream of demands. He stands by the lockers, his stance casual yet imposing, his face giving nothing away. He catches your eye with a look that pins you in place. In-woo: I need you to run some errands, grab my lunch, and don’t forget to pick up my math homework from the printer. Make it quick, okay? You nod, resigned. There's no escaping the routine. Every task is an echo of the years spent under his quiet dominance. You never use your money for his errands; he makes sure of it, a small token that doesn’t soften the burden of your duties. As you walk away, his next words float towards you, as predictable as the setting sun. In-woo: Oh, and check the homework for errors. You know how I like it done. The cafeteria is bustling, a cacophony of adolescent energy and the clatter of trays. You fulfill his lunch order, the familiar pang of annoyance softened by the routine discovery of a burger among the items—a small treat he includes, unspoken, for you.

It's a strange, silent concession from him, a confusing gesture that adds complexity to your tangled feelings. Shin-woo: (Why does he bother? Is it guilt... or something else?) Back at the lockers, you hand him the neatly stacked papers and the food, his fingers brushing against yours briefly, unintentionally. His expression remains unreadable, his eyes not meeting yours. In-woo: Thanks. And remember, I need the project draft by tomorrow. You turn away, the frustration simmering inside. His indifference is a mask, the reasons behind his actions as obscured as his emotions. Every favor you do, every task you complete, you’re left with more questions than answers. Shin-woo: (One day, I won't be doing this anymore.) But for now, you move to the next class, the taste of the burger bittersweet on your tongue. [Transition] You navigate the quieting halls after your last class, anticipating the solitude of your walk home when you spot In-woo near the old, rarely used art room. It's not a surprise—more of a routine encounter.

He positions himself intentionally in your path, a silent sentinel with an unspoken expectation. Shin-woo: (So it's this again. Might as well get it over with.) With no spoken command needed, you walk over, feeling the invisible tug of his presence. This enforced ritual has turned into a personal challenge for you to fill his silence with a flood of your daily trivialities, hoping to drown him in the mundane details of your life. Today, you launch into an animated recount of your younger sibling’s latest antics, the words pouring out in a relentless stream.

He stands there, a stoic figure, giving nothing away as you chatter about the mess at breakfast, the chaos of getting everyone out the door, and the comedy of errors that followed. Shin-woo: (Maybe today’s the day he decides he’s had enough of my ramblings.) Your monologue drifts to the more tedious aspects of your day—how you nearly fell asleep in history class, the peculiar smell of the school cafeteria, or the peculiar way your pen keeps leaking.

It’s a litany of the profoundly ordinary, delivered with a hope that maybe, just maybe, he’ll grow tired of these one-sided sessions. Despite your efforts, In-woo remains as impassive as ever, his face a mask of indifference. Is he even listening, or are you just background noise to him? Shin-woo: (Does he find this amusing, or is it just another way to exert control?) As the corridor empties, leaving echoes in its wake, your stories begin to run dry. You look at him, trying to gauge any sign of boredom or irritation, but his expression is unreadable—locked away behind a façade of detachment. Finally, without a word, In-woo turns and begins to walk away, his departure as silent and enigmatic as his vigil. Shin-woo: (What would he do if I just stopped talking one day?) You watch him disappear around the corner, the weight of unspoken questions lingering in the air. Picking up your backpack, you start towards the exit, pondering the peculiar form of attention he gives you, wondering if it means more than you realize. Shin-woo: (Would he still find a reason to keep me around if I no longer played the part?) With that thought, you step out into the fading daylight, the mystery of In-woo’s intentions mingling with the crisp evening air. [Transition] You stride down the school corridor, your thoughts swirling with the conflicting emotions that have haunted you through the years. The echoes of your footsteps mingle with the whispers of your internal turmoil—a constant battle between disdain and desire. Shin-woo: (Why does he have to be like this? Why can't I just hate him?) As you pass by, your eyes catch sight of In-woo in the library, helping a younger student reach a book on a high shelf. His movements are graceful, effortless.

His face, usually so impassive when he looks at you, softens with a smile that doesn't reach his eyes but lights up his features all the same. The sight tugs at something deep within you. Shin-woo: (Look at him... even when he smiles, it's like he's not really there. But it's enough to make my heart skip, isn't it?) You lean against the lockers, watching him interact with her—a stark contrast to how he treats you. The girl giggles, thanking him, and he nods with a trace of that unreachable smile.

As they part ways, your heart tightens, the familiar pang of jealousy and longing squeezing tightly. Shin-woo: (Why her? What does she have that I don’t? It’s not like I want his kindness, but...) The bell rings, pulling you from your reverie, but the image of his gentle smile lingers in your mind. You push off from the lockers, forcing your legs to move, dragging your tangled emotions along the tiled floor. Shin-woo: (He's so confusing... so frustrating. I hate how much I pay attention, but I can't stop. It's like being stuck in a loop, always back to square one with him.) As you turn the corner, your eyes inadvertently search for another glimpse of him, a habit you despise yet indulge in every time. The complex weave of your feelings tightens with each sighting, each casual interaction he has that you witness from afar. Shin-woo: (And every time he's kind, every time he smiles at someone else, it feels like a small betrayal. Why do I even care? Why can't I just turn off these feelings?) You head to class, the weight of your unspoken questions and unresolved emotions clouding your mind like a fog that refuses to lift. Each step is a reminder of the turbulent journey through your schooling years, marked by the paradox of resentment and yearning, never quite settling on either. [Transition] Saturday morning unfolds slowly at your home, the air filled with the laughter and occasional squabbles of your younger siblings.

As you step into the living room, your eyes immediately find Dae-hyun, 5 years old, constructing a fortress out of cushions on the sofa. His eyes light up when he sees you, and a grin spreads across his face. Dae-hyun: Hyeong! Help me make it bigger! You can’t help but smile at his enthusiasm, bending down to assist him with his architectural endeavor. His small hands clumsily adjust the cushions you strategically place, his giggles infectious. Shin-woo: (He’s always so full of joy. How can he not make my day brighter?) Next, you find Byung-ho, 6 years old, engrossed in a makeshift game of pirates, his toy sword swishing through the air as he navigates the treacherous carpet seas. He spots you and immediately recruits you as his first mate. Byung-ho: You gotta help me find the treasure, or walk the plank! His expression is stern, but the twinkle in his eyes betrays his playful spirit. You join his game, following his lead as he outlines the rules with the seriousness of a sea captain. Shin-woo: (His imagination is boundless. He just pulls everyone into his world, and it’s impossible not to laugh along.) Meanwhile, Iseul is at the kitchen table, working on her homework but clearly struggling to focus. Her brow is furrowed, and she occasionally scribbles something, then sighs heavily—a pre-teen of 8 years old wrapped up in the drama of schoolwork and growing up. You approach, leaning over her shoulder to glance at the problem that’s causing her frustration. Shin-woo: Need some help? Iseul looks up, her expression a mix of relief and stubborn independence. Iseul: Maybe just a little. But I can do most of it myself! Her tone is a blend of the capricious pre-teen attitude you’re starting to see more often, but her eyes are grateful that you’re there to help. Shin-woo: (She’s at that tricky age, trying to be big but still needing her big brother.) As you sit down to guide her through the math problem, explaining the steps with patient gestures, Dae-hyun clambers into your lap, snuggling close. The warmth of his small body and the focus on Iseul’s homework encapsulate the dual role you play in their lives—protector and mentor. Byung-ho’s victorious shout as he ‘finds’ his treasure fills the room, blending with Iseul’s relieved “Ah, I get it now!” and Dae-hyun’s contented sigh as he begins to drift off to sleep in your arms. Shin-woo: (This is home. This is what keeps me grounded amidst everything else.) You balance the weight of your youngest brother in your arms with the weight of your family’s needs, the love you have for them making every challenge worthwhile.

Time passes quietly as you hold Dae-hyun close, his breathing deep and steady as he sleeps against your chest. The day drifts into a peaceful lull, the quiet moments with your siblings grounding you. Eventually, the stillness of the afternoon is broken by the soft creak of the front door. Your mom slips out quietly, heading off to another long shift, her departure a familiar routine. The door closes with a soft click that echoes through the now-quiet apartment. It’s a sound you’re all too familiar with, one that signals the start of another stretch where she’ll be at work, trying to keep everything together for the family.

The weight of her absence sits heavily on your shoulders, a reminder of the responsibilities you’ve taken on since your dad passed away four years ago. Shin-woo: (She’s always so tired… She never complains, but I can see it. I just wish she didn’t have to work so hard.) You glance around the small apartment, now eerily quiet without the usual hum of activity. It’s moments like this when you miss your mom the most—not just her presence, but the way she used to laugh more freely before everything became about surviving. Shin-woo: (I don’t want to bother her with my problems. She’s dealing with enough as it is.) Your thoughts are interrupted by the familiar knock at the door. You already know who it is before you open it. Eun-ho, your childhood friend, stands there with a grin that could rival the sun.

He doesn’t need an invitation, stepping inside like he’s done a thousand times before. Eun-ho: Yo, you look like you’re thinking too much again. Time to knock that off. He drops his bag by the couch, plopping down like it’s his own home. In many ways, it is. The two of you have spent countless weekends and holidays here, filling the silence with laughter and mischief. Eun-ho’s presence always has a way of lightening the atmosphere, his energy infectious. You roll your eyes at his usual teasing, but there’s comfort in it, in the familiarity of his banter. Shin-woo: (He always knows how to distract me, even when I don’t ask for it.) You join him on the couch, and he immediately starts goofing around, poking you in the ribs until you’re both laughing like kids again. This is your escape—a brief reprieve from the worries that usually occupy your mind.

He throws an arm around your shoulders, his voice dropping into that playful tone he uses whenever he wants to get a rise out of you. Eun-ho: So, what’s new with your boyfriend, In-woo? Still making you run all his errands? You freeze for a second, shooting him a glare, but it lacks real heat. He’s the only person who knows about your complicated feelings for In-woo, and he’s never let you live it down.

But you also know it comes from a place of understanding, not judgment. Shin-woo: He’s not my boyfriend, and you know it. Eun-ho smirks, raising an eyebrow. Eun-ho: Right, right. So, you’re just his unpaid assistant who happens to be head over heels for him? You groan, leaning back against the couch, trying to will away the flush that creeps up your neck. He’s relentless, but that’s just who Eun-ho is. He knows how to push your buttons, but it’s also his way of showing he cares. Shin-woo: (He’s only teasing because he knows how I really feel… and because he’s probably right.) The two of you settle into your usual routine—talking about everything and nothing, playing video games, and just enjoying the rare moments of peace when life doesn’t feel so heavy.

It’s these weekends that remind you you’re not alone, even when it feels like the world is on your shoulders. As the evening draws on, Eun-ho eventually falls asleep on the couch, his arm draped over his eyes to block out the light. You watch him for a moment, the steady rise and fall of his chest calming your own racing thoughts. Shin-woo: (He’s always been there for me, even when I didn’t know I needed him.) You pull a blanket over him before heading to your room, the apartment now filled with the quiet sound of Eun-ho’s soft snores.

It’s not much, but these moments are enough to keep you going, to remind you that, no matter how tough things get, you’ve got someone in your corner. And with that thought, you let yourself relax, knowing that tomorrow will bring its own challenges, but also knowing you won’t be facing them alone. [Transition] It's spring, the season when the world outside bursts into color and life. As if on cue with the blooming flowers, In-woo has his own ritual.

Today, like many times before, he leads you to the old cherry blossom tree on the edge of the school grounds. The air is cool, but the sun dapples through the branches, casting playful shadows on the ground. In-woo stretches out beneath the tree, his back against the grass, eyes closed in a serene expression. You settle next to him, not as relaxed, your body tense as you pretend to gaze outward at the scattered petals. Shin-woo: (Every spring it’s the same, but I never tire of it. It’s the one time I can just look at him, really look, without fear of being caught.) You shift slightly, turning to steal a glance at In-woo. His features are softened by the gentle sunlight, making him look almost peaceful, a stark contrast to his usual stoic demeanor.

The setting is almost too picturesque, him lying there without a care, and you sitting guard, watching over his repose. Your hair falls forward, a convenient veil that completely conceals your face from curious onlookers, allowing you to gaze at him unnoticed. His chest rises and falls with a rhythm that lulls you into a sense of tranquility you only find here, in these moments. Your heart beats a little faster as you allow your eyes to trace the lines of his face—the curve of his jaw, the gentle arch of his brows. Shin-woo: (He’s like some character from a story, too perfect to be real. And here I am, close enough to know it’s not all just a façade.) Your hand inches closer to his, a subconscious desire to bridge the gap between fantasy and reality. But you stop halfway, pulling back before a touch can break the spell. In-woo stirs slightly, his eyelids fluttering but not opening, and you quickly avert your gaze, focusing on a random point on the ground. Your heart hammers in your chest, worried for a moment that he caught you staring. Shin-woo: (One day, maybe, I’ll stop hiding this. But not today.) You draw in a deep breath, the scent of cherry blossoms filling your lungs, and settle in to enjoy the tranquility of the moment, however fleeting it may be. The fleeting serenity of your spring ritual with In-woo comes to an abrupt end as he springs to his feet, full of energy.

With a characteristic tug at your sleeve, he pulls you along to the next event of the day—a basketball match against a rival high school. In-woo's school has never lost to this team, thanks largely to his prowess on the court.

[Transition] You follow him to the gym, your role during these games well-practiced. You find your usual spot in the front row, armed with a bottle of water and a towel, essentials for In-woo during his breaks.

As you settle down, you feel the weight of numerous stares. Jealous glances from both girls and boys slice through the air towards you, their envy palpable. Shin-woo: (Let them look. Let them wonder.) Your lips curl into a smirk, one that doesn’t quite reach your eyes but serves its purpose. It's a small rebellion, a silent assertion of your place by his side, even if the nature of that place is misunderstood by onlookers. As the game starts, In-woo transforms. On the court, he is not the stoic, unapproachable figure you spend your days with but a dynamic, almost untouchable force.

Each movement he makes is fluid and precise, his athleticism on full display. You can’t help but be captivated. Shin-woo: (Look at him... so confident, so skilled. It’s hard not to admire him—harder still not to want him.) Your smile widens as he scores yet another basket, his team pulling further ahead. The crowd's cheers swell around you, a tumultuous sea of excitement and energy, but your focus remains solely on In-woo.

His shirt clings to him, damp with sweat, outlining muscles that shift and flex with every move. The sight sends a warm thrill through you. Shin-woo: (He’s incredible. Not just as a player... but just him. Every time I think I’ve got my feelings under control, he does something to show me I’m far from over him.) You clutch the water bottle tighter, anticipation building with each pause in the game when you know he’ll jog over to you for a quick refresh, his face alight with the thrill of the game, eyes finding yours for that brief moment that seems to stretch and bend in the air between you. Shin-woo: (Is it just the game, or is there something more in those quick, fleeting glances?) The whistle blows, snapping you out of your reverie, and he jogs over again, that same determined, competitive gleam in his eyes that somehow softens just a fraction when he looks at you. His chest heaving from exertion, you quickly stand, the towel and water bottle ready in your hands. His breathing is heavy, his gaze fixed on the towel you hold. You hand him the towel first, watching as he wipes the sweat from his forehead and neck, his movements precise and calculated. There's an intensity to his actions, a focus that he carries from the court to even the simplest tasks.

You then offer the water bottle, and as he takes a long drink, your eyes are irresistibly drawn to the motion of his Adam's apple, tracking each swallow with a fascination you can't hide. Shin-woo: (Every detail about him catches me off guard, pulls me in deeper than I want to admit.) A droplet of water escapes, tracing a line down from the corner of his mouth to his neck. Your gaze follows the path of the water, lingering a moment too long.

Unconsciously, your tongue flicks out, wetting your own lips as if you could taste the salty sweetness of his effort from across the air between you. He pauses drinking, a brow arching as he catches your stare, the corner of his mouth twitching in an unreadable expression. Shin-woo: (Caught. Why do I always get caught?) His look is a mix of amusement and a challenge, a silent question about what exactly you find so captivating. Flustered, you scramble mentally, looking away briefly before meeting his eyes again, an attempt to regain some composure. Shin-woo: (Focus. He’s just a guy. Just a guy who happens to throw my world off its axis every time he looks at me.) As he finishes drinking and hands back the bottle, the moment stretches taut between you. There’s an acknowledgment in his glance, a recognition of the unspoken tension that always seems to dance just on the edge of your interactions. Shin-woo: (What does he think in these moments? Does he see me... really see me?) He returns to the game without another word, leaving you to ponder the brief encounter, your heart pounding a little too loudly in your chest. The game resumes with its usual fervor, the crowd’s energy palpable as the players dart back and forth across the court. You watch, half-lost in the ebb and flow of the match, your nerves tight each time In-woo handles the ball. Shin-woo: (Just another game, just another win, hopefully.) Your focus sharpens as Dylan, a notorious rival from the opposing team, enters into a direct contest with In-woo.

You know Dylan by reputation and unfortunate personal experience; he's the type who bristles at being overlooked, and his interactions with you have been uncomfortably forward, always trying to catch your eye with a wink or a smirk during games. Shin-woo: (Why can’t he just play the game without making it personal?) Today, Dylan's antagonism is more palpable than ever. His taunts seem louder, aimed not just to unnerve In-woo but to draw a reaction from you as well.

However, In-woo, ever the stoic, ignores him, focused solely on the game. This only seems to infuriate Dylan further. As the tension on the court builds, a sudden movement catches your eye—a deliberate, aggressive shove from Dylan. In-woo, caught off-guard, stumbles backward, his balance lost.

The world seems to slow down as In-woo's head makes a sickening thud against the metal basketball post. He crumples to the floor, motionless. Shin-woo: (No, no, no... this can’t be happening.)

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Reverberations of the Past (lgbt)

Intro

Jackson: Maaan, do we really have to? Alistair: I don't remember asking you to come. Jackson: As your best friend, I need to be here. Mania: I second that. You roll your eyes. Alistair: I'm just going to check my rank, not declare war. Jackson: But what for? You're always first. Alistair: That doesn't mean I always will be. You finally reach the ranking board and check. Jackson: Oh fuck! Alistair: Second... I'm fucking second... Jackson: Yeah, but still in the top. He tries to cheer you up, but it doesn't have the desired effect. Alistair: First, Seth Thomas, class 7-2. Jackson: Oh, it's the class next to ours; it's the transfer student. You don't know what comes over you, but you start to head to his classroom. For what? You're not sure, but that doesn't stop you.

[transition] You reach it and look around. Since you don't know what he looks like, you look at Jackson. You don't even have time to utter a word before he points to the back of the classroom. Alistair: (Fuck, it'll be hard to find a girlfriend with someone like that at school—handsome and intelligent.) He has light chocolate skin, stitch braids, a pierced ear, and a beautiful mouth. Mania: Wow, what a snack. Alistair: Eat it when I'm out. You walk toward him with determined steps. Once in front of him, your palm strikes his desk. That startles him, and he looks at you with wide eyes. Alistair: You may have beaten me today, but don't think it'll always be like that. He is completely stunned, and the boy beside him snickers. ???: Looks like Alistair finally found someone taller than him to compete with. Alistair: (What does my height have to do with that?) Your 140 cm in 7th grade is a touchy subject. You glare at the boy, but he smiles at you. James: Hi, I'm James, Seth's best friend. Alistair: (Oh, this one is an insufferable one.) You hear Seth chuckle, so you look back at him. Seth: Hey, don't worry, midget, I'm sure you'll get used to being second best. You bend over and talk inches away from his face with a smirk. Alistair: (Of course, he has to have beautiful eyes too.)

Alistair: This midget is going to leave you in the dust. And with that, you get out of the classroom. [Transition] Once in the hallway, you take a big breath. Jackson: I never see you like that. Alistair: I never see myself like that either. Jackson: So much for no war declaration. Mania: A little competition won't hurt you. And since that day, war starts between you both, taunting, bantering, and competition becomes your daily basis.

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A SYMPHONY OF GROWTH (lgbt)

Intro 1/2

Innocence’s Awakening

In the hallway, you stand, a small, wide-eyed child of 3 years old named Ji-Min, peering through the crack of your parents' bedroom door, Tyra Kim and Jun Kim.

This is a daily ritual for you.

You long for their attention, their love, their care.

But instead, you find only disappointment.

Your parents, deeply engrossed in their thriving careers, always seem too busy to spare you a moment.

Your heart aches, but you are determined to keep trying.

Amidst the confusion about your parents' behavior, you never feel loneliness. Your cousin and neighbor Jae-Min, just 7 months older than you, becomes your beacon of solace, as the two of you seek comfort in each other's presence.

Despite the emotional void left by your parents, the bond with Jae-Min brings light and warmth into your life.

He sneaks you extra sweet treats when no one is looking and stays up late into the night with you, whispering stories to make you feel safe and loved.

During this time, you also feel the calming presence of Jalen Llewellyn and Koisuke Hane, two young students hired as nannies to help care for you.

They become an integral part of your daily life, offering support, love, and companionship during the hours when your parents are consumed by their work—meaning each second of your life.

Even at the tender age of three, their presence brings a sense of stability and kindness into your world.

In those moments, Koisuke feels like a second dad, providing guidance and care, while Jalen's nurturing and compassionate manner resembles that of a mom, offering a unique kind of tenderness and understanding.

But you also have Jae-Min's parents, Han-wool Janggok and Chae-Won Janggok, your mother's little sister, who are a comforting presence in your life, offering their support and care whenever you are around them. Their presence adds an extra layer of warmth and love.

Summer Day

As you run through the grassy field with Jae-Min, Jalen, and Koisuke close behind, you exclaim, your voice full of excitement.

Ji-Min: 저기 예쁜 나비들 봐! (Look at those pretty butterflies!)

Jae-Min chimes in.

Jae-Min: 색깔이 정말 다채롭네! (They're so colorful!)

With laughter in his voice, he adds.

Jae-Min: 하나 잡자! (Let's catch one!)

As you all leap and twirl, trying to catch the elusive creatures, Jalen cheer you on.

Jalen: You can do it, Ji-Min! Just a little closer!

Koisuke join in, his voice full of encouragement.

Koisuke: 잘하고 있어! 계속해! (You're doing great! Keep going!)

After a few exhilarating moments, a butterfly land delicately on Jae-Min's outstretched hand. You all gasp in awe, marveling at its beauty.

With a wide smile on your face, you exclaim.

Ji-Min: 와! 재민이 잡았어! (Wow! Jae-Mini caught one!)

Jae-Min grins, his eyes shining with pride.

Jae-Min: 내가 했어! 이제 너 차례야, 지민아! (I did it! Now it's your turn, Ji-Min ah!)

With their support and cheers, you continue your playful chase, fill with laughter and a sense of share joy.

One afternoon, in the cozy living room, your small hands clutch a crayon as you doodle on a scrap of paper, your focus intense. The air hums with the familiar sounds of home, filled with the gentle rustle of pages and the occasional murmur of voices.

You feel safe, cocooned in the warmth shared with Koisuke and Jalen, who sit nearby, their faces softened with affection as they watch over you.

Suddenly, a surge of warmth bubbles up inside you, and you turn towards them, your face brightening with a joyful realization. You drop the crayon, grab the drawing you just did to them, stretch out your tiny arms, and with all the earnestness of your three-year-old heart, you exclaim.

Ji-Min: Daddy! Mommy! Look!

The words hang in the air, simple yet profound. Shock and joy flash across Koisuke’s and Jalen’s faces, a complex dance of emotions that freezes them for a heartbeat. Before they can gather themselves to gently correct your innocent mistake, the moment shatters.

Footsteps thud rapidly approaching, and your parents burst into the room, their expressions stormy. They’ve overheard your words, and their faces are clouded with disapproval. Your mother’s voice is sharp, a harsh scold that stings like a slap.

Mother: Ji-Min! What did you just say?!

Your father’s words are blunt and cold, slicing through the tender atmosphere.

Father: You should not call them that. They are not your parents!

Tears well up in your eyes as you shrink back, the warmth draining from your cheeks. Behind your parents, unseen by them, a silent drama unfolds. Jalen’s face twists with anger, his body tensing as if to confront them.

But before he can speak, Koisuke’s hand clamps over his mouth, his other arm wrapping around Jalen’s waist to hold him back. Koisuke’s eyes are wide with alarm, a silent plea for restraint.

Jalen struggles, his muffled protests vibrating against Koisuke’s palm. Koisuke lifts him slightly, dragging him out of the room as Jalen kicks and squirms in his grasp.

They disappear for a moment, only for Jalen to break free and reappear, his expression fiery with indignation. Koisuke is right behind, catching him just in time, wrapping his arms around him in a comical bear hug that looks like a wrestling match.

As your parents continue their stern lecture, unaware of the comedy behind them, your tears begin to dry, replaced by a growing amusement at the absurdity of the situation.

Jalen’s antics, his exaggerated silent yells, and Koisuke’s desperate attempts to restrain him turn your frightened tears into giggles.

Finally, your parents stop scolding and turn around to face Koisuke and Jalen, who instantly switch from their chaotic struggle to an innocent calmness. Their faces are serene, as if the previous moments of silent fury and comedic wrestling never happened.

Your parents’ faces set in stern expressions as they address Koisuke and Jalen. Their voices are firm, resonating with a finality that underscores their command.

Parents: Make sure it never happens again.

With that, they stride out of the house, off to work. The door closes with a click, leaving behind a charged silence. Jalen rushes over to you, scooping you up in his arms. His eyes search yours, filled with worry and love.

Jalen: Are you okay, little one?

Koisuke joins in, his concern palpable as he crouches beside you, his hand resting lightly on your back.

Koisuke: We’re here for you, no matter what.

You nod, a small smile playing on your lips as you lean into Jalen’s embrace.

Ji-Min: I didn’t hear them. You were being silly.

From that day on, whenever you face a scolding, Koisuke and Jalen make sure to turn these moments into a silent comedy show just for you.

They master the art of distraction, ensuring that your little world is filled with laughter, even in the midst of misunderstanding. This becomes their unspoken promise to you, a vow to shield you from harsh words with the softness of humor and the strength of their love.

Months later, you still seek your parents' love.

You eagerly approached them, clutching your tiny handmade gifts in your tiny hands, hoping they would finally acknowledge you.

But once again, you faced indifference.

Your mother barely had time to glance at your offering, dismissing it with a distracted smile.

Your father often arrived home late, too exhausted to engage with you.

Jae-Min, your steadfast companion, shared in the disappointment of your parents' indifference, offering unwavering support and understanding.

You and Jae-Min still seek solace in each other's company, strengthening your bond.

Throughout this difficult period, Koisuke and Jalen remain a constant presence.

They have been with you since you were born.

You adore them, as they shower you with affection, attention, and love.

Koisuke, Jae-Min, and Jalen are an integral part of your support system, enriching your young life with love and understanding.

With their unwavering presence and care, you find a sense of belonging and family that fills the void created by your parents' absence.

The year you turn 4, spring camping

Excitement evident in his voice Jalen says.

Jalen: Ready for a camping adventure, everyone?

Brimming with anticipation you and Jae-Min reply simultaneously.

Ji-Min and Jae-Min: Yes!

Koisuke, showing you the ropes, carefully arranges the firewood and guides your hands to ignite the fire.

Koisuke: 너 자연스러워, 지민아! (You're a natural, Ji-Min ah!)

Eyes sparkling Jae-Min chimes in,

Jae-Min: So cool.

You smile at them.

As the aroma of marshmallows fills the air, warmth envelops you all, like a cozy blanket.

Jalen: Alright, now let's sing a song!

Strumming his guitar Jalen adds,

Jalen: What should we sing first?

Jae-Min: How about the Rainbow Song?

You enthusiastically nod your head.

J-Min: Yes! I love that song!

And so, under the shimmering stars and Jalen's guitar, the four of you begin to sing. Koisuke, Jae-Min, and you harmonize sweetly, the melodies carrying into the night, overflowing with warmth.

As the song comes to an end, you gaze at Jalen, Koisuke, and Jae-Min, feeling a deep sense of gratitude and belonging.

As you put your head against Jalen's arm, your voice resonates with happiness.

Ji-Min: I'm so happy we're all here together.

With a smile, Jalen replies.

Jalen: Me too. My little bundle of joy. We love you.

Koisuke adds in a warm, gentle voice.

Koisuke: 그리고 우리는 항상 널 사랑할 거야. (And we will always love you.)

The year you turn 5…

Your bond with Koisuke, Jalen, and Jae-Min grows stronger.

They are your pillars of support, the ones you turn to for comfort and love.

You still yearn for your parents' affection but find solace in the warmth and care provide by what you consider like your second ‘parents’ and your cousin.

Jae-Min's presence brought a special kind of joy and understanding into your life, enabling you to navigate the complexities of childhood with a sense of resilience and companionship.

He is your partner in crime, devising secret handshakes and silly dance routines that bring laughter into your life.

He always knows how to make you feel special on your rough days, whether with a bouquet of wildflowers or a homemade card expressing his unwavering support and love for you.

Summer adventure

One sunny afternoon, Jalen, Koisuke, Jae-Min, and you decide to venture into the great unknown... the backyard. Armed with overactive imaginations and an insatiable desire for adventure, you gather near the swing set, ready to embark on a mission of epic proportions.

His voice fills with dramatic flair Koisuke declares.

Koisuke: Alright, team, our mission, should we choose to accept it, is to retrieve the lost treasure of the legendary Pirate Monkey!

Gasps fill the air, and Jae-Min's eyes grow wide with excitement.

Jae-Min: Pirate Monkey? I heard the treasure is buried deep in the sandbox!

You nod, your face determined.

Ji-Min: We have to be brave, sneaky, and quick! The Pirate Monkey won't make it easy for us!

Jalen, always ready with words of wisdom, speaks up.

Jalen: Remember, young adventurers, caution is our ally. The Pirate Monkey's tricks are unmatched, but with teamwork, we shall prevail!

With a collective nod, you set off towards the sandbox, the imagine sound of pirate cannons echoing in your ears. As you reach the sandy treasure trove, you huddle together, strategizing your plan.

Pointing to the playhouse Koisuke says.

Koisuke: Alright, Jae-Min, you, be the lookout, let us know if any pirate mischief is afoot!

Jae-Min salutes, a mischievous grin plastered on his face.

Jae-Min: Aye aye, Captain!

With Jae-Min on the lookout, you and Jalen begin digging furiously, your plastic shovels striking the sand with determination. Each scoop brings you closer to the elusive treasure, or so you believe.

Jae-Min's voice echoes from the playhouse.

Jae-Min: Arr, I hear the Pirate Monkey approaching!

You pause, exchanging nervous glances with Jalen.

Ji-Min: We have to work faster!

Sweat drips down your forehead as you dig faster, your imaginations running wild with the impending encounter with the Pirate Monkey.

Finally, after what feels like hours of excavation, you strike something hard. With a triumphant yell, you unearth... a buried action figure.

Holding up the toy Jalen laughs.

Jalen: Erm, mateys, I think we've found the Pirate Monkey's assistant.

Laughter erupts among the group, the tension of the adventure quickly fading away.

Jae-Min chuckles, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

Jae-Min: Well, at least now we have an assistant for our adventures!

You nod, a smile tugging at your lips.

Ji-Min: The Assistant Monkey shall join our crew on future escapades!

With newfound excitement, the group embarks on a series of hilarious adventures, the backyard becoming a battleground for epic battles and daring quests. But amidst the laughter and wild imaginations, the true treasure remains —the enduring friendship of Jae-Min, Jalen, and Koisuke, the ones who paint your world with joy and laughter.

As the sun sets on another day of childhood adventures, you know that there would be many more stories to come, each one filled with laughter, love, and the kind of friendship that can only be forged in the fires of hilarious escapades.

Summer holiday at your parents’ mom

In the midst of summer holiday, you and Jae-Min find yourselves on the way to your grandparents' house in Gochang County, North Jeolla Province, South Korea. You both are bursting with excitement at the prospect of spending quality time with them, and you both cannot wait to embark on new adventures.

As you arrive at their cozy home, the aroma of traditional Korean dishes greets you.

Joyfully, you all greet your grandmother, who you and Jae-Min lovingly call Halmeo, and your American grandfather, known as Popop.

Your grandparents envelop you both in warm hugs.

One afternoon, your grandmother decides it is time to teach you and Jae-Min the art of making kimchi, a cherished tradition passed down through generations.

With gentle patience and a twinkle in her eyes, she guides you both through the process, showing you how to wash and salt the cabbage and explaining why.

Halmeo: Now come with me, we'll get back to rinsing the cabbage in two hours.

You and Jae-Min follow your grandmother in the backyard.

She points at several pots.

Halmeo: These pots are onggi, we're going to bury them by leaving the top out.

Ji-Min and Jae-Min: okay!

And the three of you get to work.

With surprise in his voice, Jae-Min says.

Jae-Min: Look, there's my name on the onggi.

You look at the one in front of you.

Ji-Min: Oh, mine too.

Halmeo: Like that you'll know which are yours.

Ji-Min and Jae-Min: Oh!

After finishing burying all the pots you eat snacks and play.

A long moment passes before your grandmother claps her hands and says.

Halmeo: Back to the kimchi.

You head to the kitchen.

Halmeo: Now, boys, pay attention. The secret to delicious kimchi is in the perfect balance of flavors.

She shows how to mix the ingredients for the red pepper paste.

You all have your own bowl, and you both follow her instructions and taste test time to time until you're satisfied.

Halmeo: Now let's rinse the cabbage.

Once the cabbage is rinsed and ready, she takes charge once again. Her voice fills the room as she confidently states.

Halmeo: And now, this is how you put the paste on the cabbage and wrap them.

Basking in your grandmother's guidance, you and Jae-Min nod eagerly, your small hands meticulously coat each leaf with the spicy paste and delicately wrap each piece with love.

Halmeo: Good job, you both, I'm really proud of you.

You both smile proudly.

Jae-Min: Now we can eat them?

She chuckles.

Halmeo: No, you'll be able to start eating it in 1 month.

You and Jae-Min's eyes go wide.

Ji-Min: We have to wait all this time?!

Halmeo: It's more delicious when you wait.

Jae-Min stares at her, before finally saying.

Jae-Min: Ok, I trust you.

She snorts and shakes her head.

Halmeo: JALEN-AH, KOISUKE-YA, HONEY WE NEED A HAND.

The three of them enter the kitchen. She points at Koisuke and Jalen.

Halmeo: You and you take the kids bowls and follow me. Honey, take three fermentation weights. And you all head to the backyard.

Jalen puts the pink one in front of Ji-Min's pot.

Ji-Min: How do you know it's mine?

Jalen: Because I know it's one of your favorite colors.

Koisuke puts the blue one in front of Jae-Min's pot.

Koisuke: Like we know blue is one of Jae-Min.

Halmeo: Thank you for the help.

She turns to you and Jae-Min.

Halmeo: Now we're going to put the kimchi in it.

With curiosity in your voices, you ask.

Ji-Min: Halmeo, why do we have to bury the kimchi?

She chuckles warmly and replies.

Halmeo: Ah, my little ones, among other reasons, burying the kimchi allows it to ferment and develop a rich flavor. It's our tradition, passed down from generation to generation.

She shows how and with determined expressions, you and Jae-Min help her place the neatly prepared kimchi in the onggi, and she takes care of the closing.

A few days later, you all embark on a beach trip to Buan's Chaeseokgang Beach. You boys squeeze into the back seat, energy overflowing with anticipation.

Jalen: Alright, let's play 'Guess That Tune!' I'll hum a melody, and you must guess the song.

You and Jae-Min eagerly accept the challenge, giggling as you both try your best to decipher Jalen's humming. The car fills with laughter and cheerful melodies, turning the journey into a lively concert on wheels.

Jalen: So, boys, are you ready for some sandy adventures?

You both nod vigorously, eyes shining with excitement.

Ji-Min: Absolutely! Let's build the biggest sandcastle ever!

With the beach in sight, the rumble of the car and waves crashing in the distance, you and Jae-Min begin your game of imaginary superheroes.

Jae-Min: Ji-Min, I'm Captain Sando and you're Sandman! Let's save the sandcastle from the evil wave monster!

Laughter erupts from the group, fully embracing the game as the sandy fortress is valiantly defend from the relentless waves, the share imaginations leading to an incredible journey.

After a valiant battle, you all venture along the shoreline, collecting shells of all shapes and sizes. Your pockets bulging with bountiful finds.

Koisuke: Ji-Min, look at this beautiful seashell I found! It's like a treasure from the sea.

You admire Koisuke's treasure, your eyes twinkling with fascination.

Jalen: Ji-Min, Jae-Min, let's create a memory jar with all our shells and capture the magic of this day.

With all your collection of shells and memories, you return to your beach towels, laughter filling the air. But little did you know, adventure was about to take an unexpected turn.

As you play on the beach, you and Jae-Min's eyes widen in amazement. A pirate monkey stands before you, wearing a tiny eyepatch and an adventurous spirit.

Ji-Min: Oh wow, look at that! It's a monkey pirate!

With curiosity and giggles, you approach the mischievous monkey, who seems to be guarding a hidden treasure.

Jae-Min: Ji-Min, we should find its hidden treasure!

With a sprinkle of imagination and laughter, you embark on an unforgettable quest, following the monkey pirate's clues and braving imaginary obstacles along the way.

Ji-Min: Jalen, Koisuke, watch out for the quicksand! We must be careful!

Laughter echoes across the beach as you run, leap, and solve puzzles, all while embracing the whimsical chaos of the pirate adventure.

As you all work up an appetite you head back to your beach towels to eat.

Later on, as you play in the shallow water with Jae-Min you notice Jalen and Koisuke seeming to wander further out than the others.

You watch as the evening tide slowly creeps closer. Jalen and Koisuke are frolicking in the water up to their waists.

Jalen shouts.

Jalen: You call that wading? I'm going deeper!

He starts walking further out with Koisuke following behind.

Koisuke says warily.

Koisuke: Maybe we should start heading back soon, the tide is coming in fast!

And he gets closer to you. Tromping ahead without a care, Jalen replies.

Jalen: Don't be such a scaredy cat. I wanna go out more!

Koisuke mutters under his breath.

Koisuke: This one's gonna get me in trouble someday.

Just then, you hear Jalen shouts from far down the beach.

Jalen: Last one at the other end of the beach is a rotten egg!

And he takes off running.

But Koisuke has other ideas. With lightning speed, he lunges at Jalen from behind, wrapping his arms around his waist and hoisting him up.

Jalen: Yah! Let me down you oaf!

Jalen is pounding his fists on Koisuke's broad shoulders as he struggles in vain.

Koisuke just laughs, his booming laugh and starts running through the waves with Jalen held high.

Koisuke: WheeEEEE look at me fly!

Jalen is screeching at the top of his lungs.

Jalen: Put me down right now or so help me God Koisuke!

You and Jae-Min are in hysterics, doubling over on the beach as you watch the scene unfold. Koisuke continues to bounce Jalen up and down, paying no mind to his threats.

Jalen: I'm gonna murder you, you overgrown monkey! Put me down NOW!

Jalen pummel Koisuke's shoulders with weak fists.

By now the whole beach is in hysterics watching the spectacle. You and Jae-Min are doubled over howling.

Koisuke pays them no mind, too amused by Jalen's indignant screeching.

Koisuke: Aww what's wrong baby, don't like the ride?

Jalen: I will end you; I swear to God!

Jalen is beet red with embarrassment.

After being relentlessly jostled, Jalen finally loses it. With a war cry, he launches himself out of Koisuke's arms straight into the water. When he resurfaces, Jalen's attempt at a murderous glare only makes Koisuke laugh harder.

But now you could see the devious grin on his face that means Koisuke was in for it...

It is a beach day you all will remember for a long time!

Birthday party

August 2, 5006, the day of your sixth birthday is filled with excitement and joy.

Presents are exchanged, and laughter echoes through the house.

In the midst of the celebration, you inadvertently overhear a conversation between Koisuke and Jalen.

Koisuke: It's hard to believe our little guy is already six years old.

Jalen: I know, time really does fly. It feels like just yesterday he was a baby.

Koisuke: I remember the first time we took care of him, and now he's growing up so fast.

Jalen: He's such a special kid. I'm grateful every day that we get to be a part of his life.

Koisuke: His birthday always reminds me of the day he was born. It was the best day of our lives.

Jalen: Absolutely, the joy of holding him for the first time, seeing him open his eyes, and knowing we were going to take care of him from that moment on.

Koisuke: I still remember the discussions we had about his name, and how we both knew it had to be perfect for him.

Jalen: Yeah, we wanted something that felt just right, something that would be a part of him as he grew up.

Koisuke: It's amazing to think about how much he's grown and how much he means to us.

As you listen, they reminisce about the day you were born, recalling how it has been the best day of their lives. They lovingly speak of how they had taken care of you from your earliest moments. You even learn that they were the ones who chose your first name, wanting it to be just right for you.

The realization washes over you, and your heart swells with conflicting emotions. The warmth and love you feel from Koisuke and Jalen are not mere substitutes; they are your true parents. It wasn't your biological parents who had chosen your name or comforted you during sleepless nights. It was Koisuke and Jalen.

At that moment, you know where your allegiance lies. From that day forward, you stop considering Koisuke and Jalen as your second parents and start embracing them as your real ones.

Their unconditional love and unwavering dedication have always overshadowed any desire you might have had for your biological ‘parents'’ affection, but it is only today that you fully grasp this truth: that parents are not always those who conceive you, but those who love you unconditionally.

Together, you form a family built on love, trust, and the joy of being together.

End of part 1

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Explanation

[With author's consent]

Hi everyone,

Here I'll post the first part intros or prologues of my friend's interactive visual novel and visual novel, meaning each page will be a preview of a story. You'll be able to find these on Google Play once published, and of course, I'll let you know the moment that happens. The author's Discord is ongoing.

I had to create this page because the app is exactly how I always wanted an interactive visual novel to be:

No tickets to read, no waiting time between chapters other than 5 ADS, so the waiting will be between 25 seconds to 5 minutes (and other waiting times for a new published chapter), no ADS during chapters like in 'Tabou' or 'Decisions: Choose Your Story', and despite having choices that count, there are no premium choices.

The author only writes Bi or Gay stories where the MC is always male, or Straight stories where the MC can be male or female. I'm not going to delve into gender identity; you'll discover that in the story.

Now here's a message the author put on the app:

"The choices count and can have immediate-, short-, medium-, or long-term effects or even future consequences.

If you're only interested in stories where the primary subject is love, you can stop right there, because the stories can go for 20 chapters without any MCxLI interactions, or you can have it in each chapter, depending on the plot.

For example, if the plot is about defeating a supervillain, don't expect a lot of love interaction, but it's not impossible either.

There are no choices during the intro and prologue, and these two are written in novel-like form. The visuals start at Chapter 1.

The list of tags is what you can find in different stories, but not all necessarily apply to the story you're about to read—this avoids spoilers.

TAGS:

Addiction, Age regression, BDSM, Belief, Betrayal, Bodyguard, Bromance, Bully, Business, Celebrities, Cosplay, Criminal, Cross-dressing, Daily life, Dark, DDL, Department of Justice, Development disorder, Digital creator, Disability, Discrimination, Drug, Emotional, Family, Fantasy, Friendship, Funny, FX, Gamer, Geek, Growing, Health condition, Hermaphrodite, History (fake), Hobby, Homophobia, Investigation, Law enforcement, Legend, Little space, LGBT+, Managing (company, people...), Medical (Mental health, Illness...), Multiple POV, Myth, Organized crime (yakuza, mafia, triad...), Otaku, Party, Poly, Pregnancy, Profession, Protection, Quad, Religion, Romance, Royalty, Sad, School, Social science, Serial killer, Sex, Social status, Sport, Supernatural, Traditions, Violence, War, Workplace."

If you find something unclear... I'd like to say leave a comment and I'll answer, but I'm not sure I will, lol. Buuuuut... I'm interested in hearing what users of interactive visual novel apps think about the part where I mention what I like about this app. Do you prefer to stick with your premium choices, tickets, etc.? Yeah, I'm curious, lol.

STAY TUNED TO THE FIRST PREVIEW... please, share with others, thank you.

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