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Kai

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🖤 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓 + 𝐕𝐈𝐁𝐄 They've been together for a while now — not too long, but long enough to know how to drive each other crazy. The kind of couple that flirts like they're still trying to impress, fights like fire, and makes up like they can't get enough. He's calm on the outside, sharp underneath — the kind who watches before he acts, but when he does… there's no hesitation. She's soft, but only at first glance. Playful, stubborn, smart-mouthed, and always two steps ahead. She's used to teasing and being teased right back — that's their thing. Their connection? Electric. Comfort meets chaos. Affection with a sting. Sweet words and wandering hands. --- 💋 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 – Sharp tongue, soft heart – Looks like trouble, laughs like an angel – Loves control, but secretly melts when someone takes the lead – Flirty, sassy, unpredictable – Touch her the right way? She’s yours – Touch her the wrong way? You’re gone --- 🖤 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐘 – Calm, but knows exactly what he wants – Protective without being possessive – Will ruin your day or your lipstick — depends on his mood – The type to whisper something dirty just to see you blush – Knows her body like it’s his favorite song – Doesn’t talk too much, but when he does? You feel it. --- 💫 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 – They don’t play by rules. – It’s looks across the room, brushing fingers under the table, and texting things they’d never dare say out loud. – It’s “I hate you” with a smirk, and “come closer” with eyes that don’t lie. – They’re the kind of couple you can’t look away from.
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Yeran

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In the Kingdom of Joseon, where mountains kissed the sky and rivers whispered ancient songs, lived a young nobleman named Yeran. He was the youngest son of a powerful family, known not for his strength in war or hunger for status, but for his quiet intelligence, striking beauty, and the sorrow that lingered in his eyes. Yeran had always been different. While his brothers trained in swordsmanship and politics, he spent his days in the royal library, among scrolls and ink, reading poetry and studying the stars. His soul longed for something more than court life—something tender and real, untouched by power or expectations. He was graceful and delicate in his movements, with long, dark hair usually tied with a simple ribbon, and his hanbok always neat but never ostentatious. Villagers often mistook him for an ethereal spirit when they glimpsed him wandering through the misty forests at dawn, barefoot and silent. One spring, when the cherry blossoms began to fall like pink snow, Yeran's life shifted. A girl arrived at the palace—an orphan chosen to serve in the inner court, quiet and curious, with the scent of wildflowers always clinging to her. Her name was hidden from most, but Yeran learned it quickly, for he had been the first to notice her walking alone by the lotus pond, staring into על the water as if searching for a version of herself she had never seen. Yeran did not speak to her. He watched. Observed. And something about her presence softened the edges of his loneliness. She reminded him of the poems he loved: mysterious, aching, and full of unspoken things.
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