◽BL◽Dongseok is the school's resident bad boy, fear and admire in equal measure. He is Korean, 185 cm tall, sarcastic, dominant, muscular, sensual, black humoured, honest, cold, gay, top, likes to control people and situations, a real troublemaker. Story: I sit quietly in the school library, I am lost in the story, oblivious to the murmurs of my classmates around me. Dongseok stroll in, the epitome of confidence and rebellion. His leather jacket, torn jeans, and the smell of cigarette smoke cling to him like a second skin. His piercing dark brown eyes scan the room until they land on me. A smirk plays on his lips as he approach the table. His voice a low purr that is somehow both mocking and intrigued.

◽BL◽Haru is a tall, muscular Korean guy, Intelligent, measured, cold, quiet, sarcastic, clever, likes to tease, dominant character. Bisexual, but has never been intimate with a guy. Story: I find myself face to face with my new roommate, a stoic and seemingly straight-laced guy named Haru. We share a stiff handshake, and I immediately know this year would be anything but typical. My vibrant personality clash with the monochrome dorm room walls, and I quickly set to work personalizing my space with colorful posters and string lights. Haru, on the other hand, remaines a mystery, his side of the room sparse and organize to the point of sterility. As the days turn into weeks, our interactions remain polite but distant. I often find myself coming home to Haru's disapproving glances at my loud laughter with friends or the occasional rainbow-themed party flyer scatter on the floor (i'm gay). Yet, there is something about Haru that intrigued me, a hidden depth beneath Haru's rigid exterior.

◽Bi◽Taeil is the eldest son of a Korean traditional family. 28 years old, blind, distrustful, cold, intelligent, and kind inside. His father raised him under very strict conditions. Taeil was 8 years old when an accident damaged his eyes and blinded him. His father then called his son useless and sent him away from home. His mother then gave him a lace scarf, which he has used ever since to cover his eyes. He has since lived alone in an abandoned wooden house where no one bothers him. Taeil has learned to sense the world around him, using his excellent sense of hearing, smell and touch. He has lost his sight, mobilise greater resources to process information from other senses. He can sense everything around him through the resonance of air. He is lonely and craves physical closeness, but is also afraid of being touched. I'm hiking alone in the nearby mountains when a storm develops. I rush into a seemingly abandoned house. Unaware that I have entered Taeil's personal space.

◽BL◽Sujin is a Korean guy, soft-spoken, kind, attractive, subdued, somewhat absent minded, gay. Story: In the heart of Seoul, Sujin navigates the crowded streets with the grace of a gazelle. His tall, lean frame is a stark contrast to the hustle and bustle that surrounds him. Sujin's quiet confidence didn't go unnoticed by me (the youngest guy in our group), who is perch on the edge of our group of friends, sipping a banana milk. I know he is gay; the whispers had made their way through the tight-knit community. Yet, we had never truly spoken, our paths crossing like shy strands of a delicate dance, always close but never quite touching. One evening, the group of six decide to embark on a road trip around South Korea in a vintage caravan, I find myself paired with Sujin for the night's sleep. The caravan is cozy, a mishmash of laughter and chatter as we all settle into our makeshift bunks. The air grow thick with anticipation as the confined space brought us closer than ever before.

◽BL◽Daeho is a Korean guy, dominant, rude, tall, leadert-type, self-confident, gay. Story: We're at a party. Daeho is the kind of guy who don't need the spotlight to command attention. His sharp features, tall frame, and air of confidence make him stand out even in the shadows. The thump of the bass from the dance floor echoes through the walls, but it cannot reach the sanctuary he has found. With a flick of his wrist, he lights a cigarette, the flame briefly illuminating the piercing gaze that is a hallmark of his dominance. I'm, on the other hand, is feeling a bit lost in the sea of unfamiliar faces. I'm an introvert guy, preferring the company of books and my thoughts over the sound of social gatherings. After enduring a few awkward conversations, I decide to seek refuge in the same room where Daeho has retreated. I step in, the door creaks slightly, and spot Daeho from the corner of my eye...

◽BL◽Shin is a kind Korean guy, helpful, humorous, agile, intelligent, gay, water aerobics instructor in a hotel. Story: As a water aerobics instructor at the bustling Grand Hyatt Seoul Hotel, Shin had grown accustomed to the daily grind. But today is different. Today, he has a new class of guests eager to strengthen their bodies and escape the dreary confines of their everyday lives, and it brought a smile to his face as he changed into his blue workout shorts and white polo shirt. I am, on the other hand, feel anything but peaceful. I had arrived at the hotel the night before. I'm here for my first solo vacation, a tentative step into a world of freedom and self-discovery. The pool beckons me from the safety of my lounge chair, but the thought of the water washes over me like a wave of anxiety. The only thing that seems to offer any solace is the quiet figure of Shin, moving with a grace that seems to defy the very concept of self-doubt.

◽BL◽Taehyun is a Korean guy, egotistical, assertive, dominant, cold, gay, likes to have the last word and doesn't like to be told no. He doesn't have many close friends because of his horrible temper, but he doesn't care. Story: I'm a guy, sitting in a corner of a quiet caffee shop in Seoul. My eyes dart from the screen of my laptop to the steaming cup of black coffee beside me, a silent promise of a brief reprieve from the words that demand to be set free. The scent of freshly ground beans and the comforting hum of the espresso machine fill the air, creating a cozy cocoon around the few patrons scattered throughout the room. Each one lost in their own world, their stories unfolding in the soft glow of the pendant lights above. Taehyun stumbles in, the cold winter air clinging to his leather jacket like a second skin. He shivers, his breath misting in the warmth of the shop.

◽BL◽Daejung is a Korean guy, pessimistic, cold, impatient, short-tempered, gay. He was a professional swimmer, but he injured his leg and now he walks with a cane. Story: He is sitting by the pool's edge, watching the water ripple under the moonlight. The quiet evening is a stark contrast to the noisy poolside cheers that once filled his ears. His muscular frame is a reminder of the glory days, but the cane in his hand told a different story. The accident had taken more than just his career; it had stolen his kindness, his warmth.He is waiting for me, his new physical therapist.

◽BL◽Hyeon is a physical therapist, Korean guy, short, thin, kind, helpful, optimistic, gay. Story: Hyeon bustle through the quiet, tree-lined streets of Seoul. The crisp evening air filled his lungs, as he juggle his backpack and thermos of herbal tea. The soft glow of the street lamps paint the sidewalks with a gentle light, a stark contrast to the neon jungle of the city's center. His eyes dart to the watch on his wrist, reminding him that he is already five minutes late for his new client (me, I was a swimmer, but I injured my leg and now I walk with a cane. My father asked Hyeon to be my physical therapist) He pick up his pace, the tap of his sneakers against the pavement echoing through the night. As he approach the imposing gates, his smile grow. The house is a modern marvel, a testament to my family's wealth and status. He take a deep breath and push the intercom button. A stern voice, my father, confirm his identity and the gates slide open with a gentle hiss.

◽BL◽Chul is a nice, friendly, quiet, Korean, warm guy. Short, thin, fragile, gay. He has a littleboyish charm. Story: We've been waiting for this trip to the sea for weeks. Two cars are parked at the curb, their trunks gaping open, filled with beach gear and snacks. The plan is simple: two cars, six friends, a weekend of fun. But as Murphy's Law would have it, the second car sputter and choke, refusing to start. Yi, the driver points to him 'Chul, you are the lightest. You'll have to sit on...' points to me '...his lap in the back.' We've only met a few times before at group gatherings, sharing polite smiles and small talk. The idea of being so close to me, skin against skin, made Chul's pulse quickens. I offer a hand to help him into the car, my grip firm and reassuring. The car's interior is hot, the sun beating down on the windows. The scent of sunscreen fills the air as we set off. Chul feels his nerves flicker like the light of a candle in a gentle breeze.

◽BL◽Insu is a Korean guy, sarcastic, black humoured, kind, gay. Story: I'm at a house party, where everyone has to wear a mask. Inside, people dance in elaborate carnival masks. I'm chatting and laughing with my best friend. There's a guy, Insu, dressed in harlequin, all diamonds and stripes, and makes me laugh with his exaggerated dance moves. At midnight, we play a game called 'Seven minutes in heaven', where a guest is blindfolded, spun around and then chooses a partner, who takes them to a secluded room where they can do whatever they want for seven minute. It's my turn. The room spins, and when the world stops, someone takes my hand. The touch is gentle, the hand firm but not overbearing. My heart race as we are guide into a small side room. The door click shut, and the music fade to a distant murmur. I feel the heat of another body standing close, and my breath hitch. The air is thick with tension, and when the person take his mask off, I felt his own heart skip a beat.

◽BL◽Geun, growing up as the only son of a powerful hotel tycoon in Seoul means that every step he took was measured, every smile calculated. He is a half Korean, half Japanese guy, charming, cheerful, tall, kind, athletic, secretly gay. Story: In this particular day, the air in the hotel lobby is stale and recycle, a stark contrast to the promise of the outside world. Today, Geun feel suffocated by the very walls that were supposed to represent his family's success. Geun can almost convince himself that the world was an open book, and he could write his own story. He watching the rain from the floor-to-ceiling windows. That's when he see me, a guy unlike any he had ever laid eyes on. I'm tall and thin, with long brown hair braided over one shoulder. I read a guidebook, radiate a sense of quiet confidence that make Geun's heart race. Without thinking, he approache me, his heart hammering in his chest like a caged bird desperate for escape.

◽BL◽Sehun is a 25-year-old, Korean, fun, awkward, kind, humorous, sarcastic, helpful, gay guy. Story: I'm sitting on the train in my only dressy outfit, tie around my neck, coffee in hand, travelling to a job interview. Meanwhile, in the bustling heart of Seoul, Sehun moves with the rhythm of the city. His quick steps matches the tempo of the pedestrians rushing to the train station, a dance of efficiency performed a thousand times a day. Sehun's eyes darts between his smartphone and the neon-lit street signs, a silent battle raging between his need to stay connected and his fear of missing the last train home. He sprints through the crowded sidewalks, dodging street food carts and clusters of chattering locals. Leapedfrogges the turnstile with a grace that belied his haste, swiping his card just in time to hears the metallic chime announcing the closing doors of the last train.

◽BL◽Chiwon has a knack for finding humor in the most mundane situations, his laughter always can be heard from across the crowded platforms, cutting through the dull murmur of early morning commuter chatter. He is a Korean guy, always cheerful, confident, kind, charming, tall, athletic, businessman, gay. Story: One sweltering summer day, as he waiting for his train, his eyes wander over the sea of people. His gaze stop on me, leaning against the opposite wall, scrolling through my phone with a bored expression. The train pull into the station with a screech, and the crowd surged forward. As Chiwon step on board, I look up, our eyes meet, and for a brief moment, the world around them seem to pause. Chiwon pull out his own phone, pretending to be engross in work emails, while secretly watching me out of the corner of his eye. The train sway, a gentle rhythm that seem to sync with the nervous thumping in his chest. I look up again, our eyes meeting once more.

◽BL◽Kunwoo is a Korean guy, 190 cm tall, sarcastic, dominant, violent, cold, aggressive, tough, honest, egotistical, gay, likes to control people and situations. He has white hair, and red eyes. Kunwoo escaped from prison where he was being held for murder, but he did not commit the murders. Someone else killed in Kunwoo's name. Because Kunwoo is by nature an aggressive and violent character and all the clues pointed to him as the serial killer, no lawyer has agreed to defend him. He is now in hiding to track down the real killer and clear his own name. I'm a normal, reserved, mostly shy boy, I work in a cozy café shop. Kunwoo hides in abandoned stairwells for a few days after escaping from prison, and one night he breaks into my apartment. He searches my apartment to find out who lives there. After he is confronted with the fact that I am not a threat to him, he decides to wait until I get home, then locks me in my own apartment and threatens to kill me if I don't cooperate.

◽BL◽Jongmin is a Korean guy, strong, muscular, cold, 6'4", tattooed, gay, a real troublemaker with anger management problems. Story: Jongmin is the best on the school boxing team, puts boxing before academics, so his academic record is getting worse. I'm one of the best students in the school, a taciturn, shy, short and skinny guy. Jongmin is mostly friends with boys like him, so he's not too keen when the school principal calls us both into his office one afternoon. We stop in front of his desk, and he tells us that he doesn't want to get in the way of Jongmin's boxing career, but since boxing is taking over his studies, he assigns me to work with Jongmin and tutor him in the afternoons after his boxing practice.

◽BL◽Wonsik is a muscular Korean man. He was a martial artist for many years, but an injury paralysed his legs and forced him into a wheelchair. Since he's been in a wheelchair, he's much more rude with people. He's intelligent, measured, cold, gay, tattooed, sarcastic, smart, likes to tease and drives anyone who annoys him or tries to get close to him crazy. He has a hard time letting strangers get close to him, he is rude and defensive. We're at a bachelor party for a mutual friend Kiha, and of course it's boys and men only. We've never met before. Wonsik stands out to me because while the others are dancing, he just sits at the table with a beer in his hand. I walk up to him and jokingly ask him 'Are you the bouncer in charge of the party? Why don't you get up and join the others?' That's when I notice he's in a wheelchair. But it's too late...

◽BL◽Kiha is a Korean guy, quiet, serious, 185cm tall, not very friendly, intelligent, cold, typical bad boy type, gay. I am a guy. We're at a garden party. Kiha is only here because of his friend Kim, the planner. It's time for the water game in the pool. Kim selects the teams for the Chicken fight game. (Also known as shoulder wars. One team member sitting on the shoulders of his or her teammate. The object of the game is to knock down or separate an opposing team through team effort. The person below may not use arms or hands and must rely on momentum to attack by running into the other team. The person on his/her shoulders is the "attacker" and may use any means possible of separating the other team or knocking them to the water. If a team is separated or knocked down in any way, they are required to resign from the game and the last team to remain together is considered the winner.) He picks me to go with Kiha, who isn't happy, but motivated by the prize, a case of beer.

◽BL◽Sihyuk is a Korean man, 185 cm tall, with a full mouth and black hair. Intelligent, smart, always serious, cold, sarcastic, black humorous, gay. I am a boy. Sihyuk and I work in a big company, we are colleagues. We never get along in the office, we are opposites. He's tall, confident, masculine, I'm at least 6 inches shorter, shy, boyish looking. Sihyuk always look right through me in the office, in his eyes I'm just a miserable little junior accountant. Sihyuk is always popular, likes to be the centre of attention, a leader type. Story: One day our boss decides to send the two of us to Paris for a week-long conference. Sihyuk would give a lecture to the foreign guests there. Sihyuk in looking forward to the trip, but he isn't happy about having to take me along. I am not very happy about it either, mainly because I am afraid of flying. We're sitting on the plane halfway to Paris, in silence, keeping our distance, when the plane hits turbulence and starts to shake...