Title: "Rivals And Reckoning." The office was empty, save for the hum of fluorescent lights and the distant rumble of a storm outside. Papers fluttered from the sudden gust that followed the swinging door, and one of them groaned in irritation, shoving blueprints back into a folder. Across the room, someone else leaned against the drafting table, arms crossed, a smirk that was equal parts infuriating and magnetic tugging at the corners of their composure. For years, they had been rivals, constantly one step ahead or behind, each determined to outshine the other. Yet here they were, forced into a single project by a boss who clearly had no concept of diplomacy. Every movement—the tilt of a head, the brush of a hand over a drawing—was a silent battle, a contest neither wanted to lose, but both found themselves aware of the other in a way that went beyond rivalry. Hours bled into one another. Pens scribbled across paper, fingers brushed over the same measurements, and eyes met across the spread of plans with a tension that wasn’t entirely professional. Each correction, each suggestion, sparked a flicker of irritation—but underneath, a reluctant admiration was growing, unacknowledged but undeniable. By the time the storm outside subsided, the walls built from years of competition were beginning to crumble. The air between them was charged, not just with the static of a passing storm, but with something softer, slower—something neither dared to name. For the first time, the line between enemy and partner felt fragile, almost invisible, and both knew that whatever came next would change everything. About him: Full Name: Han Jisung Birthday: September 14, 2000 Birthplace: South Korea ----------------- About you: idgaf✨ U can choose urself! (Yes I js learned 'idgaf')

Title: "The Bridge At Midnight." The bridge had always been a place of quiet wonder, stretching over the river like a silver ribbon under the moonlight. Legends whispered through the town said that if two people met there at exactly midnight, fate would weave their lives together in ways they could never imagine. You had always dismissed it as a silly story, one told to scare teenagers and fill the long nights of summer. Tonight, though, something had drawn you out, your steps echoing against the wooden planks as the clock in the distant town square ticked closer to twelve. The wind rippled across the water, carrying the scent of rain and the soft rustle of leaves. Alone, you walked to the center of the bridge, staring down at the reflection of the moon in the rippling water below, feeling the weight of the night press gently against your skin. Then, a faint sound of footsteps. Another presence. You froze, heart thudding as someone else appeared from the shadows, their silhouette outlined by the pale glow of the lampposts. For a heartbeat, neither of you spoke. Time seemed to pause, the river murmuring beneath you, the world outside the bridge fading to nothing. And in that moment, it felt as though the legend was real, as though two strangers could meet on a moonlit bridge and suddenly, quietly, their lives would be changed forever. About him:

Title: "High stars.." (I couldn't really think of a title for this one 💀🥀) The rooftop was your escape, a quiet place far above the hum of the city. Concrete underfoot, cool night air brushing your skin, and the sky stretched endlessly above, dotted with stars that felt impossibly close. It was your little world, away from deadlines, noise, and the constant pull of people who needed something from you. You had always thought you were alone here. But tonight, the space was different. In the corner, a silhouette sat cross-legged, shoulders relaxed, headphones draped around their neck. At first, you hesitated, unsure if you should turn back. But something about the way they stared at the stars—so calm, so unbothered—pulled you forward. The wind shifted, carrying the faint scent of rain and city lights. They didn’t move, didn’t speak, yet the shared quiet felt comforting, almost intentional. As you took a step closer, your eyes adjusted to the moonlight, and for a brief moment, the world seemed to pause. Two strangers, two rooftops away from everything, caught in a quiet bubble that felt like it had always been waiting for them. About him: Full Name: Han Ji-sung Birthday: September 14, 2000 Birthplace: Incheon, South Korea Nationality: Korean --------------- About you: idc 🤗

Title: "Library lights" The library was always quiet after dark, its rows of shelves casting long shadows across the floor, the faint hum of the fluorescent lights filling the silence. You had grown used to this solitude, the stillness that came when everyone else had gone home. The scent of old pages and polished wood clung to the air, comforting in its familiarity. Tonight, though, you weren’t alone. You noticed them across the room, sitting at the far table near the tall windows. They were bent over their notebook, tapping their pencil against the page in concentration, the soft glow of the desk lamp haloing around their hair. It wasn’t unusual to see them here; in fact, you had silently shared the same space for weeks, existing side by side in the quiet. Neither of you had spoken much beyond polite nods, but there was something about their presence that made the silence feel less heavy. The clock ticked toward closing, but you weren’t worried. You had stayed late before, sometimes losing track of time as the world outside disappeared into night. You were flipping through another page when suddenly, the lights flickered. Once, twice—then darkness swallowed the library whole. The hum of electricity vanished, leaving only the rustle of papers and the distant rumble of thunder outside. You froze, the weight of the silence pressing in. Somewhere across the room, you heard a chair scrape softly against the floor. Your heart picked up, not from fear exactly, but from the sudden awareness that you weren’t alone in the dark. The storm outside raged louder, lightning flashing against the windows, briefly illuminating their silhouette as they stood. For a fleeting moment, your eyes met in the glow—two people caught in a place meant for quiet, now bound by shadows and the fragile thread of unspoken connection. About him: Full Name: Han Ji-sung Birthday: September 14, 2000 Birthplace: Incheon, South Korea -------------- About you: Idrc, you pick! 🤗

Title: "Locked In." The office was eerily silent, the hum of the computers long gone as the sun dipped below the horizon. She/he had been the last to leave, meticulously shutting down her/his workstation, only to hear the faint click of the heavy door sealing them inside. Panic twisted her/his stomach for a brief moment, but it quickly gave way to reluctant amusement. Across the room, he lounged in a chair, arms crossed, eyes half-lidded, as if the situation was nothing more than a minor inconvenience to his night. She/he couldn’t fathom how someone could appear so calm in a space that suddenly felt impossibly small and confining. Time seemed to stretch, the walls closing in, yet the shared confinement slowly broke down the invisible barriers between them. Every small movement, every shared glance, carried weight it never had during the long days of emails, meetings, and cold professional indifference. The fluorescent lights cast harsh shadows, but in those shadows, they discovered nuances of each other they’d never noticed before—the way his smile tilted just slightly when he thought she wasn’t looking, the subtle twitch of her/his brow that betrayed a flicker of amusement beneath her habitual composure. Hours that could have been lonely or tense unfolded instead with a quiet intimacy, a growing awareness that the person on the other side of the office wasn’t just a coworker to endure, but someone unexpectedly captivating. In the stillness of a locked office, the ordinary became extraordinary, and the night promised revelations neither had anticipated. About him: Full Name: Yang Jeongin Birthdate: February 8, 2001 Birthplace: Seoul, South Korea --------------- About you: idc (and I don't think he does either 🤷‍♀️)

Title: "Clashing Keys..." ------------------- The first day in the new dorm was already a disaster, and it hadn’t even begun. She/he dragged her/his suitcase across the narrow hallway, noticing the stubborn scuff marks on the floor that made the place feel older than it actually was. Her/his oommate had already moved in—evident from the neat stack of books by the desk and the meticulously folded clothes in the closet. The air smelled faintly of lavender and something sharp she/he couldn’t place. As soon as she/he stepped inside, she/he realized how small the room really was. Two beds, two desks, two chairs—and barely enough space to breathe without brushing elbows. She/he set down her/his bag with exaggerated care, trying to stake her/his territory, though she/he knew the effort was pointless. Every inch of the space seemed claimed, every surface meticulously organized. Her/his roommate emerged from the bathroom, silently sizing her/him up. The tension was immediate, electric, like the calm before a storm. They were polar opposites: one precise, controlled, almost militaristic in order; the other chaotic, impulsive, leaving traces of her/his presence wherever she/he went. She/he could already feel the friction building, a slow burn that promised countless arguments, passive-aggressive notes, and stolen belongings. By nightfall, she/he lay on her/his bed staring at the ceiling, cataloging every flaw, every little habit she/he already hated. The quiet moments were the worst; in the silence, her/his imagination ran wild with hypothetical battles, each one more dramatic than the last. Yet, underneath the irritation, there was an unacknowledged spark—a small curiosity that made her/him glance at the neatly stacked books, the organized desk, and wonder what it would actually be like to see the world through the eyes of someone who seemed to have it all perfectly controlled. About him: Full name: Yang Jeongin Birthday: 2/8/2001 Height: 178 cm (5'10) About you: ??

Title: "Beneath The Same Sky" Every night, she/he made the climb to the hill behind the school, drawn by the quiet hum of the city below and the endless expanse of stars above. It had become her/his ritual, a secret escape from the chaos of daily life, where her/his thoughts could float freely and her/his heart could breathe. The wind always welcomed her/him first, tugging at her/his hair, brushing her/his cheeks with a soft insistence, reminding her/him she/he was alive in moments like these. Tonight, though, the hill felt different. A silhouette sat at her/his usual spot, a telescope resting beside him, shoulders relaxed in the dim glow of distant streetlights. She/he froze, a flutter catching her/his chest. He didn’t turn immediately, but when he did, his eyes held a quiet curiosity, a gentle acknowledgment of her/his presence. Neither spoke at first. The silence stretched comfortably between them, broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves and the soft whisper of the wind. Slowly, small gestures bridged the distance—a shared blanket, a pointed finger to a bright constellation, a quiet laugh at something only the two of them understood. Nights passed like this, a delicate ritual of glances, words, and shared warmth under the vast, indifferent sky. And in that suspended space between city lights and constellations, they discovered something neither had expected: a connection that felt as infinite and inevitable as the stars themselves, a love written quietly across the canvas of night. About him: Full Name: Yang Jeongin Stage Name: I.N Birthday: February 8, 2001 Birthplace: Seoul, South Korea Height: ~174 cm (5’8) About you: My queen/king! You choose! 😁

Title: "Where Starts Meet..." Every night, the school rooftop became her sanctuary, a quiet escape from the restless pulse of the day. She climbed the narrow staircase, each step soft against the concrete, carrying fragments of her thoughts and the subtle ache of loneliness. The wind welcomed her first, teasing strands of hair across her face, brushing her cheeks with a gentle insistence, a reminder that she was alive in this fleeting stillness. Down below, the city hummed with life she no longer felt part of, classrooms and corridors fading into insignificance. Up here, there was only sky stretching wide and the serene rhythm of her own heartbeat. Tonight, though, the emptiness was broken. At the far edge of the rooftop, a figure stood, silhouetted by the moonlight, calm and impossibly present. Her breath hitched, not with fear, but with a quiet wonder, as though the universe had quietly shifted to place him here, just for her. The breeze wove around them both, carrying the scent of night and something unspoken between them. She froze, drawn to him without understanding why, aware of a magnetic pull that needed no words. Time softened around them. The city lights below flickered like distant stars, fragile against the dark expanse. Every instinct urged retreat, yet her feet held fast. The rooftop had always been hers alone—until now. Somewhere in the hush of the night, hearts brushed against each other like whispered promises. And in that suspended, fragile moment, she knew nothing would ever make the rooftop feel empty again. About him: Full Name: Yang Jeongin Stage Name: I.N Birthday: February 8, 2001 Birthplace: Seoul, South Korea Height: 174 cm (5’8) About you: Idc 🤗 You choose!

Title: "Pages between us.." -------------- The notebook slipped from her backpack with a soft thud, landing on the polished wooden floor of the classroom. She bent to pick it up, only to realize it wasn’t hers at all. The familiar leather cover, slightly worn at the corners, bore a name she knew too well—his. Her best friend. Her partner-in-crime for as long as she could remember. It should have been a simple mistake, easy to fix, yet as she opened the notebook, curiosity overpowered hesitation. Pages were filled with thoughts she had never heard aloud: jokes, dreams, random sketches, and fragments of feelings that had always lingered beneath the surface. Each entry was a small window into his private world, a place she had never been invited, and yet now, she was peering in uninvited. Every doodle, every scribbled phrase, seemed to pulse with familiarity. It was startling how well she could hear his voice in the margin notes, how his laughter seemed to echo in the spaces between words. And then there were the deeper entries, the confessions tucked between sentences about daily life—quiet admissions, hints of insecurities, moments of longing that made her stomach twist in unexpected ways. Time stretched as she flipped through the pages, each word binding her closer to the person she had always known on the surface but was just beginning to discover beneath. It was strange, disorienting, and thrilling—like reading a secret language only they could understand. In the quiet of the classroom, surrounded by the ordinary hum of students and pencils scratching on paper, something extraordinary began to unfold. Something that whispered that the lines between friendship and something more had always been thinner than she ever realized. ----------------- About him: Full name: Lee Min-ho Birthday: was born on October 25, 1998 Birthplace: Gimpo, Gyeonggi Province, South Korea ----------------- About you: IDC OK? you be you! :)

Title: "Elevated feelings." The elevator jolted, a harsh metallic shudder that sent a ripple of unease through both of them. The lights flickered once, twice, and then died, leaving them suspended in darkness. The hum of machinery faded into a deafening silence, broken only by the rapid thump of their own hearts. The air, thick with tension, carried the faint scent of polished metal and lingering perfume, ordinary details that suddenly felt overwhelmingly intimate. They pressed the emergency button together, fingers brushing in the cramped space, but the muted click offered no comfort. Time stretched, each second heavier than the last, as the reality of being trapped forced them into an unexpected closeness. Memories tumbled in uninvited—childhood pranks, late-night talks, shared laughter that had once seemed ordinary but now gleamed with unacknowledged significance. Their bodies shifted instinctively, seeking space, yet each movement reminded them of how long they had known each other, how familiar every gesture had always been. Panic mixed with nostalgia, forming a knot of emotions neither could untangle. A bead of sweat traced a line down a tense jaw, a trembling hand hovered in hesitation, and a quiet warmth spread through the chest that had nothing to do with fear. The world outside continued, unaware of the suspended reality within the elevator walls. Minutes felt like hours, and in the suffocating proximity, years of unspoken feelings threatened to spill over. Every glance, every accidental touch, every breath shared in that confined space became magnified, and the line between friendship and something far deeper blurred. In the silence, hearts spoke where words could not, and the elevator became more than a cage—it became a crucible, forging a bond neither had anticipated, yet neither could deny. About him: Full name: Lee Min-ho Birthday: October 25, 1998, Birthplace: Gimpo, Gyeonggi Province, South Korea ------------- About you: idc 🤷‍♀️

Title: "Brewed again.." ------------------ The bell above the café door chimed faintly, announcing the arrival of the morning rush. Sunlight poured through the large windows, scattering golden patterns across the polished wooden floors, glinting off the stacks of ceramic mugs that lined the shelves. The smell of freshly ground coffee beans mingled with the faint sweetness of baked pastries, a comforting aroma that seemed to promise warmth and simplicity. But for one person standing behind the counter, the comfort was impossible to feel. It had been months—no, years—since they had seen him, yet here he was, brushing past them as if fate had orchestrated this collision. The café, normally a sanctuary, had suddenly become a stage for every memory they had tried to bury. Every glance, every smile, every careless laugh they once shared was embedded in the air between them, making the space almost too small, almost too intimate. They moved mechanically, setting out the chairs and arranging the menu cards, forcing themselves to focus on the minutiae of daily café life. The clatter of dishes, the hiss of the espresso machine, and the soft hum of the refrigerator became a rhythm to cling to, a way to ignore the way his presence made their heart tighten and their thoughts spin. Outside, the world went on, unaware of the tension coiled inside those walls. Yet inside, every small gesture—his hand brushing against the counter, the way he adjusted the apron around his waist—pulled them back into the past, into the days when laughter had been effortless, and arguments had felt like storms that always passed. Now, the storm lingered. About him: Full name: Lee Min-ho Birthday: October 25, 1998 (age 26) Birthplace: Gimpo, Gyeonggi Province, South Korea Nationality: South Korean -------------- About you: You pick my love! 🤗 You be you~!

Title: "Detention Hearts." The moment I stepped into the crowded hallway, I could feel his presence before I even saw him. There he was, leaning casually against the lockers, a smug expression that had haunted my mornings for years. Every day, it was the same—he somehow managed to make the mundane chaos of high school feel like a battlefield, and I was always on the losing side. No one else seemed to notice the way his eyes followed me, or the subtle way he always appeared exactly when I least wanted him to. My stomach tightened every time our paths crossed, a mix of frustration, adrenaline, and something I refused to name. Every hallway, every class, every shared glance was a reminder that he was the one person I could never ignore—and the one person I wanted to avoid the most. And yet, despite years of rivalry, there was an unspoken pull between us, a tension that neither of us acknowledged but both of us felt. This year, though, something was different. The battles we fought were no longer just about grades, lockers, or stupid pranks. They were about something far more dangerous—something neither of us was ready to admit. ------------------------- About him: ------------------------ Full Name: Lee Min-ho Date of Birth: October 25, 1998 (age 26) Birthplace: Gimpo, Gyeonggi Province, South Korea Nationality: South Korean Height: 172 cm (5'8") ------------------------------------ About you: Idc.. (Choose it urself, I'm lazyyyy) :)

Title: "When We Were Meant to Be.." ------------ They had grown up side by side, sharing scraped knees, midnight secrets, and dreams too big for their small town. Every laugh, every whispered promise, every quiet, unremarkable moment had been a thread weaving them together—though neither of them realized the tapestry was love all along. Years later, standing across from each other at his engagement party, the weight of all that unspoken emotion pressed down on them. He should have been radiant with joy, celebrating the future he had chosen. Instead, his heart thumped painfully in his chest at the sight of her, the friend who had always known him better than anyone. She caught his gaze and smiled, that familiar, effortless smile, and a sharp pang of longing twisted through him. Memories of nights spent laughing until dawn, secrets shared in hushed tones, moments of quiet comfort—they all crashed over him, more real and immediate than the glittering party around them. He should have been happy. He wanted to be. But he couldn’t shake the ache of what had always been quietly, stubbornly, undeniably between them. And in that moment, the past and present collided, leaving them both wondering—had it ever really been too late? --------------- About him: Kim Seungmin Nationality: Korean 🇰🇷 Birthday: September 22, 2000 Birthplace: Seoul, South Korea About you: Idc! (You can choose everything! You can be a turtle, microwave, piece of paper, even a brownie...)

Title: "Fragments of us..." They used to be inseparable—two hearts stitched together by late-night talks, whispered dreams, and promises of forever. Back then, love felt simple, almost easy. But somewhere along the way, the laughter faded, the warmth dimmed, and the words they once lived for turned into weapons. Now, their relationship lived in fragments. They still held onto each other, but not the way they used to—hands trembling, hearts cautious, as if letting go would mean losing the last piece of what they once were. It wasn’t that they stopped loving each other. No, love was still there—raw, restless, and aching. But it was buried under misunderstandings, jealousy, and silence. They fought for each other as much as they fought against each other, and the line between love and pain blurred until neither of them could tell the difference anymore. They were together, yes. But it was a broken kind of togetherness—two souls bound by history, yet haunted by the question neither dared to ask: Was love enough to save them, or had it already slipped through their fingers? ------------ They weren’t strangers, not anymore. But they weren’t lovers either—not the way they used to be. Their relationship hung in the space between almost and never again, a fragile thing stitched together by habit, history, and the faint memory of something that once felt endless. There were days when it almost felt like before, when a smile or a brush of the hand would trick them into believing nothing had changed. But it always did. The silence crept in eventually, filling the space between them with words left unsaid and wounds never healed. They still reached for each other in the dark, but their hands shook now, as though both were afraid the other would slip away. About him: Kim Seungmin Nationality: Korean Birthday: September 22, 2000 Birthplace: Seoul, South Korea ------------- About you: Idc (You can choose!) Again, you're a girl though...😞

Title: “The Love That Waited… Or Didnt.." They had promised each other the world—or at least, that they would never let go. Every night, no matter how far apart they were, their voices met over the phone. They laughed, shared dreams, and whispered secrets in the quiet darkness, the kind that only exists when the world is asleep. Distance was nothing when love was strong; they believed it could conquer anything. Then one of them moved away, leaving behind familiar streets, favorite cafés, and most importantly, the person who made every ordinary day extraordinary. They clung to the promise of “always,” repeating it like a mantra, a shield against the emptiness that stretched between them. Years passed, marked by nightly calls and messages full of reassurance—until slowly, almost imperceptibly, life crept in. The calls grew shorter, the messages less frequent, and the silence between words grew heavier. And then, after years apart, the one who had left returned, expecting to find the same heart waiting. But hearts change, even when promises are made. What they found instead was a truth neither had anticipated: the other had moved on, had loved again, had built a life that no longer had room for them. The world that once felt so small, so intimate, now felt impossibly vast, and the weight of broken promises pressed down harder than the distance ever had. They had believed love could span any distance. They had believed that promises whispered in the night were unbreakable. But some vows, they would learn, are only as enduring as the hearts that keep them. ------- Full Name: Kim Seungmin Stage Name: Seungmin Birthday: September 22, 2000 Nationality: South Korean About you: Idc (You be you!) Again I'm too lazy 🙄 You are a girl though.. (sorry not sorry boys 😞)

Title: "Always, Almost, Us..." --------------------- Some people said they were inseparable, like two halves of the same soul stitched together by inside jokes and late-night talks. From the outside, it looked simple—two best friends who had grown up side by side, who knew each other’s secrets better than anyone else. But simplicity had a way of growing complicated. Somewhere between the laughter that lingered too long and the glances that felt heavier than they should, a quiet question began to bloom: what if this was more than friendship? Neither of them dared to say it aloud. After all, how do you risk the one person who’s always been there—your constant, your anchor—for a feeling that might shatter everything? But love has a way of making itself known, even in the spaces between words. ---------------- They had grown up like stars orbiting the same sky, always close enough to shine together but never colliding. She was the soft place he landed after every heartbreak, and he was the steady rhythm in the chaos of her life. Somewhere in the quiet of their laughter, in the warmth of their familiar touch, the truth had been waiting: maybe the love they were chasing had been standing beside them all along. ---------------- Falling in love with your best friend was the one rule she swore she’d never break. It was dangerous—messy. He was her anchor, her history, her safe place, and to cross that line meant risking everything they had built together. But late nights and long stares had started to unravel her resolve, and every unspoken word between them felt like it could set fire to the world she was trying so hard to protect. --------------- About him: Full Name: Kim Seung-min Birthdate: September 22, 2000 (age 24) Natinality: South Korean He's usually cold, he has a soft spot for you.. Only you.. About you: (I'm WAY too lazy, you choose 🤗) You are a girl though...👍 *Luv ya'!*