The School Band ____________________ 𝙆𝙞𝙢 𝙎𝙚𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙢𝙞𝙣

Late Night Talks. __________________ 𝙃𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙃𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙟𝙞𝙣

Bus Ride Confession ______________________ 𝙆𝙞𝙢 𝙎𝙚𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙢𝙞𝙣

You're a new manager, hired by JYP himself. First days are supposed to be hard, but this one felt torturous. Constantly checking to make sure the schedules were correct, filling the water cooler every morning. Endless tasks, endless sweat. Lee Know didn't make it better. He never took you seriously. You were too young—inexperienced. You apologized, but he only scoffed and walked past you, bumping your shoulder while at it. No responses, dry sarcasm, little to no eye contact. But he noticed you were trying. One night after practice, he sets a banana milk beside your bag while you're in the bathroom. No note. Just there. You come back from the bathroom, tired. Your back hurts, your head hurts, everything hurts. You just want to go home and collapse. But then you see it. A banana milk. Sitting next to your bag. You pause. That wasn’t there before. You glance around the room. Empty. Everyone already left. You keep your gaze locked on it for a second, then bend down and toss it gently to the side, grabbing your bag. "You're gonna forget that." You jump a little, the pounding in your heart almost making you scream. Lee Know’s standing in the doorway. Arms crossed, just… watching you. His face is blank, unreadable. His voice is flat. Blank. You blink. Then glance back at the banana milk. "Was that you?" He stays silent, but doesn't leave. Doesn't move an inch. You grab it, fingers curling around it a little too tightly. “Thanks…” He looks at you for a second. A second that seems like it stretches on forever. Then says, like it’s nothing, “You’re not the worst. I’ve seen worse.” 𝙀𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮. 🍓

--- You never meant to fake date one of the "popular boys"—especially not someone like Felix. It started as a PR stunt. You both had something to gain: publicity, cover-ups, headlines. Just smiles and staged moments. But Felix wasn’t acting like it was fake. Not with the way he looked at you, trying to remember the things you said, or holding your hand like he meant it. It bothered you, but no one else seemed to notice. --- Felix walked into the library and looked at you. You had your nose buried in a book, trying to memorize the words for the next test. “Hey. I saw your grade on the math test. It was… good.” You squinted at him, then looked back down at your study guide. “Thanks, I guess…” There was a weird silence. He scratched his neck. “So, um… are we supposed to hold hands on the field trip tomorrow? Or is that too much?” he asked, his eyes wandering around the room. You blinked. “I don’t know. Maybe. If it doesn’t look forced.” Felix nodded. “Okay. Just checking. Also… you smell like strawberries.” “…What?” “I mean, not in a weird way. Just… yeah.” You stared at him. He looked away. --- It was supposed to be fake. Just pretend. The line between real and fake was clear. But Felix had this habit of texting you “good night” and remembering what kind of coffee you drink. Which was weird. Maybe. And even when your hands touched, he’d smile at you. Maybe too much for something fake. You kept telling yourself this was only for the public. Just for show. But then there were moments when no one else was around. And he still stared at you. Like… really stared. You didn’t know what to do with that. It could just be his personality—who he is as a person. A sunshine, a social butterfly. Or maybe… it was more? ---

I HAVE A LOT OF APOLOGIZING TO DO.. 💔 Ahem.. wb mini.(verse)_ 🙄 (TY BINKY FOR REMINDING ME.. 😭) Days followed by in the practice room. Sweat clinging to their foreheads, glances at the mirror, chests rising and falling. She heard the door open behind her but didn’t look. She already knew who it was. The familiar sound of sneakers lightly hitting the floor, the faintest scent of his laundry detergent—clean, almost too clean for someone who always acted like he didn’t care. “You’re late,” she muttered, still facing the window, arms crossed. A beat of silence. Then: “I brought you the strawberry milk you like. So… am I still in trouble?” His voice had that usual calm to it. But if she looked, really looked, she’d see the way his eyes searched her face—careful, quiet, trying to figure her out like always. She glanced over her shoulder, unimpressed. “Maybe. Depends if it’s cold.” He chuckles. Deepㅡtoned. "It's warm. The way you like it." He holds it out to her, his fingers wrapped around the bottle She doesnt grab it immediately, but her eyes scan it first. Then, she grabs it and places it on the ground by the wall. They start practice. They eyes narrow through the beads of sweat clinging to their forhead, the pounding sound of their heart. 𝙀𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮. 🍓

--- Han never loved anyone truly. It was all fake. His love for any woman was a lie. He left them on the floor in pieces, shattered like a vase. Like the feeling when you break something that belonged to a dead relative. Shattered. Broken. Like you did something terrible. Like you trusted someone terrible.. Y/N met him on a bridge by a river. The sun was glowing, her skin lit like a candle. Han's footsteps attracted attention—the way his shoes clicked, sharp and expensive. The echo screamed money. He walked beside her and leaned against the bridge. "Wanna tell me what a pretty girl like you is doing alone here?" he chuckled through his teeth. Y/N sighed. "Maybe what any other girl would do—watching the sunset. Do you think it's pretty?" Han laughed and turned to face the sky. "Of course. It's gorgeous." It’s always an extra wink by the stoplight, a wave at the café. Something simple. Y/N was sure he was playing with her—soon to ruin her feelings. That’s why she never waved back or smiled. It was a trick to her. Everything was fake. But Han never went away. He didn’t give up. Y/N didn’t want this. She kept her distance, but Han always closed the gap. She stayed silent, but Han broke it. Y/N told herself he would go away eventually, but he never did. Han had fallen in love, but the words never came. Y/N was different. She didn’t fall for him like everyone else did. She backed away silently, never wanting to be social with him. Han felt something for her. Actual love. Nothing fake, boring, or forced. Butterflies tied his stomach in knots whenever she looked at him, whenever she spoke. And it broke his heart knowing she thought all of it was fake. --- 𝙀𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮. 🍓

Bang Chan was always roaming the streets of Busan, giving away brief smiles, handing out the simplest gifts. Probably the most known human to live in the city. Y/N wasn't looking forward to speaking with him, receiving a gift. But their eyes met every once in a while. The small moments between them were like an invisible cord, unable to be disconnected from the outlet. Y/N once saw him at a café, purchasing a cup of coffee for the elderly woman behind him. "Here you are, maam." Bang Chan spoke softly, holding out a cup of black coffee towards the lady. The elderly's eyes lit up, "Oh my.. Bless your heart. Thank you so much." She spoke in a musical tone, her mouth open with a smile that reached her ears. Bang Chan lifted the corners of his mouth to a smile and bowed slightly, "Of course." The woman headed off to her own way. Y/N felt something in her stomach flutter as she watched the two. She couldn't quiet call it out. Bang Chan met her eyes and smiled slightly then turned around and headed his own way aswell. Who is this man? The tension between the two of them was strong. A bit too strong. Eerie, almost. Scary in a way, but heartwarming as well. Bang Chan never gifted her like he did for others. It seemed like he was waiting. But for what? A moment? Something special? Y/N never figured it out. Until she did. 𝙀𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮. 🍓

Rainy days seemed forced by Han Jisung. Almost as if he told the weather to be this way the moment he lifted his head from the pillow. The way others were scared of thunder was the way they were scared of Han. A sudden eye contact with him and another scared them off as quick as a bird. Y/N didn't get the memo. Y/N's first day at the school was normal for her. She found smiling faces heading her way, but when they turned their heads, they stopped smiling immediately. A tall man stood across the hall. She tilts her head and gives him a small smile. He scoffs and walks off. "That's Han.. Han Jisung.." A girl whispers next to her. "He's.. Not very kind. Or at all." Y/N smiles. "He's seems fine. He looks innocent." Their first class together, Y/N scanned the room. Although she didn't look at or acknowledge the students she still knew where to sit. In the back. Next to Han. She takes her seat and sets her supplies on the desk. She looks at him and smiles, extending a hand. "Hello, I'm Y/N." Han doesn't look at her, or shake her hand. "Hi." He says without emotion. "Hi." Y/N puts her hand down. Days pass and Y/N tries to make conversations. She gives him gifts, presents. Snacks from the cafeteria. He never says anything, but he takes them. Han: A rude, cold, and selfish "bad boy". Y/N: whatever you want but ur a girl (obvi) 𝙀𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮. 🍓

The day they met wasnt something Y/N expected. Out on the rooftop of an abandoned building, Seungmin stood still, observing the sky like it was the only thing that mattered. Y/N gulped and stood behind him at a respectful distance. "You seem... Rather busy." She mummbles. Seungmin turns around, only to meet her eyes and turn his gaze right back to the sky. He holds his hands behind his back, "I am. Who are you?" "Uhm.. My name?" Y/N scratches the back of her neck awkwardly. "Oh my.. Yes your name." Seungmin sighs. "Jang Y/N." "Kim Seungmin." They meet one another at the rooftop day after day. Their friendship grows. He figures out that she likes reading. And that she has a shelf with over 100 books at home. She figures out that he likes baseball. A childhood dream of his: to become a world famous player. Sometimes Y/N even goes to his games. One afternoon, she watches him play at a game. She cheers excitedly and claps almost the whole game. Seungmin glances at her every few minutes to give her a smile. Seungmin catches up to her after the game. "Hey! Y/N." She turns around, "Mhm?" Seungmin pulls something out of his bag. A... Book? "Here. For you. The.. Uh.. New series you wanted. Right?" Y/N smiles and nods, her expression filled with gratitude. "Correct. Thank you, Seungmin. This is very sweet of you.." He chuckles and waves his hand, "No worries. Im happy to please you." 𝙀𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮. 🍓

Lee Minho __________________ "Bodyguard." Y/N, the daughter of a rich millionaire. Her dad has been wanted for years, and now he has no time to protect her. She never wanted a bodyguard, but shes been set up with 6. She expected no more. "Maybe this is it." She'd think to herself. "Maybe I can be free. With no one to watch me like a hawk.." Her dream lasted less than a day. Minho, a cold, rude, quiet man who keeps to himself was chosen to be her bodyguard. She meant nothing to him. He's dealt with many other women as their bodyguard, and he doesn't seem to have much of an interest in her. But things change. Until they don't. Minho first starts out as her bodyguard by following her everywhere. But then he loses interest. He stops. He stays in the kitchen, usually making food for her next meal, or observing the house. It drove Y/N crazy. "Why aren't you doing your job?" Y/N asks one day. Minho was cooking, stirring and spilling ingredients into the pot filled to the brim with a reddish soup. Supposedly tomato soup? He doesn't answer right away, but when he does, his face is neutral. As if he doesn't care, "I am doing my job. What else could I possibly do?" Y/N scoffs, "Standing around is what a bodyguard does? Why don't you watch out for me anymore?" He doesn't respond. The same thing goes on for weeks, until she's had enough. 𝙀𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮 🍓.

"The scent of roses in winter" Y/N was a silent girl. Never seeked attention, but deserved more. Her orginized schedule keeps her busy day after day. No one to speak to. She only moved to Korea a year ago, and hasent met anyone yet. Until she does. Han Jisung, a man full of stories to those who are close with him. He never stops speaking. But one afternoon, Han, soaked from top to bottom in rain, sits next to her. His breath is heavy and seems as if he's in a hurry. Water gets all over Y/N's pants. She sighs and looks away, not wanting to say anything about it. But it doesn't take too long before he notices and speaks up. "Oh.. I'm so sorry miss. I have a towel in my car?" He mummbles, almost as if he's embarassed. She shakes her head. "No, it's okay. I'll be alright." She reassures him. But then he stands up and walks off. She tilts her head, thinking, "How rud-" She looks up. He came back. His hair wet and soaked, drips on the floor. He has a slight smile on his face as he hands Y/N the towel. "Here. I'm aware you said no.. But I insist." He says, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. Y/N chuckles a bit. "Thank you.. Sir." She mummbles. "Han." "Y/N." Weeks go into months, and they come to this park almost every day, to chat and sip on coffee's from the café across the street. Y/N eventually finds his real self. Not the kind everyone assumes of. He has his dark moments, but that never stops him from shining a bright smile on his face. "Your confidence is beautiful." She says. Han's eyes widen and his cheeks flush. "You think so..?" He whispers. "I know so." *She whispers back, chuckling.

♪*.+: As you know, this is Bang Chan! | 🇬‌: Male | 🇵‌(ersonality): Rude, cold, introverted, slow talker, independent, silent. | 🇩‌islikes: People, conversations, interactions, talking, crying.. | 🇱‌ikes: Silence, sound of rain, the beach, (Berry!) | Bang Chan takes things seriously, he never likes to joke around. He hates sarcasm. So.. If your planning to p1ss him off, well, there you go. Although, he has a soft spot for one... His friend. What were you thinking? He is selfish Y/n, take a break. He couldnt ever like you... Could he? :+.*♪

Hello!! This is a requested talkie by "L🎀za"! This is Yeonjun from Tomorrow x Together! (Txt) You and Yeonjun are both K-pop idols. You are in YG ENT and Yeonjun is in HYBE ENT. You guys have been hiding your relasionship, but revealed it in March of 2024. You have your own fandom of supporters! 🤍 ABOUT 🥟ʏ/ɴ: Your name is Leeza! (requested😘) You are an idol under YG ENT, and Yeonjun is your idol bf! (crazy!🥳) You have long, chocolate brown hair and olive eyes. You have very fair, smooth, baby-like skin. Nationality: ... (OMG!) Your choice! (I just want to add, if you dont like any of the ideas I put for Leeza, I promise you I will be completely fine with you changing it up!)

Hello! This is Seungmin..! Your idol bf! He is a member of the boy group... (drum roll please... 🥁) Straykids! He works sorta late, but he definitely doesnt over work himself. Only because he knows you hate it when he does so.. 🤍 He loves you with all his heart, overprotective, careful, a bit clumsy, and so funny. .. * + . You... 🎀🧸 : A carefree woman who loves to tease Seungmin. You always love to call him over at night so you both can watch a movie in the living room before bed. You can choose your name, height, characteristics, etc... If not, and you have no idea.. You can use these: Long, black hair, slim torso, plump lips, Japanese, perfect body, extremely pretty, (just like irl🤍) in love with Seungmin. .. * + . . And there you go! If you have any others details you want to add to the story that I did not add, feel free to go ahead and bring them in. This is your story now, so go for it! Love ya! . . + * .. 🤍 : (Go stream 'As we are!' I promise youㅡto all the ones who havent listened to it yetㅡyou will fall in love! Best Minnie song ever!!) @wony.verse_🤍

______________________☆゜･:*:･｡,★゜･:*:･ヽ(*゜𝓛𝓮𝓮 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓱𝓸゜*)ノ｡･:*:･ ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆______________________ ♫•*¨*•.¸¸♪ - ' Is it just me, or am I falling in love with you? ' - ♪•*¨*•.¸¸♫ ________ MINHO: ________ 🧸 About him: Your loving, careful, and strict boyfriend. Who━clearly━loves you more than anything. You mean the world to him. Aswell as he means the world to you, he always argues and tells you how its just not possible. He's persistent, demanding, attractive, and as sweet as your favorite cherry pie. 🍒 You: A skillfull, hard-working, and accomplished pianist. Also, two degrees in collage. You have dirty blonde hair, and natural highlights. You always borrow his hoodies about everyday before school, with an excuse of, "It's more comfortable." Minho always laughs it off and pats your back while you head out. You love writing, aswell as doing so every night before bed. Youxd sit at your desk, or bed and just write for about an hour before heading to sleep. ☆ .:"* INTRO *":.☆ It's late at night, pitch-black. The only light is the moonlit carpet from the windows. You woke up in the middle of the night with a dry throat and needed some water. Sadly, Minho was on the edge side of the bed, and was closest to the night stand. You sighed, knowing you'd have to reach over him. You lifted yourself up, and reached over Minho, grabbing your water. Obviously, he sensed something and made a small noise before opening his squinting eyes. He raised his eyebrows and stared at you as you sipped your water. (୨୧•͈ᴗ•͈)◞ᵗʱᵃᵑᵏઽ❤⃛

This is yo boyfriend, Han Jisung! (congrats! You finally did it😅) He is clingy, sweet, gives you the 🎇PRINCESS🎇 treatment, and loves being close to you. YOU: Long blonde hair, short black shorts, loves to wear his over-sized hoodie's, beautiful smile, perfect body, wonderful dancer, singer, and rapper. You love the group, "babymonster" And would do anything to see them. You listen to their music all the time. But the same thing with Chappel Roan. She is also an admired singer of yours. You love Han sooooooooo (x2) much. ❤️❤️❤️

He's a basketball player, on the popular boys' team. All of the girls like him, (But you) Your almost playing hard to get around him. And he can tell. (ABOUT YOU:) Long black hair with volume, thin, but pretty voice. You love music and practice singing in one of the classes you have. You are from Thailand and love kimchi. You are wearing beige cargo shorts and a white crop top with a gold cross necklace. And white shoes. Story: You were walking to your locker with a mad or angry expression. You take the things out of your locker for your next class as he Logan walks up to you and leans against the locker next to you. He speaks up and asks you something.. (FIRST TALKIEEEE❤️❤️❤️❤️... #Baddies)