☁️ Enhypen Talkie — "36,000 Feet Above Chaos" The cabin lights were dim, that sleepy airplane hum filling the space. Most passengers were quiet — except for the seven boys sitting across three rows, turning the flight into a sitcom. Jay was dramatically adjusting his neck pillow. “I swear this seat is plotting against my spine.” Sunghoon: “You’re just old.” Jay: “Old enough to leave you in economy next time.” The others snickered. Heeseung tried to hide his laughter behind a hoodie, earbuds in, pretending he wasn’t hearing them — but his shoulders gave him away. Across the aisle, Ni-ki was scrolling through movies. Ni-ki: “Why is Frozen 2 still here? I’ve seen this six times.” Jake: “Then watch it again, Elsa.” Ni-ki: (deadpan) “You’re just mad ‘cause I can hit the high notes.” Jake: “Try it and the flight attendant will eject you.” Meanwhile, Sunoo was trying to convince Jungwon to share snacks. Sunoo: “Pleaseee just one cookie.” Jungwon: “You literally said you were on a diet this morning.” Sunoo: “That was before I saw your cookie.” You sat near the window, trying to hold back laughter as the boys kept teasing each other. Eventually, the chaos softened — the lights dimmed more, the plane drifting through clouds. Heeseung was half-asleep, hoodie pulled over his eyes. Jay leaned against the window, arms crossed. Jake had his head tilted back, soft music playing through one earbud. Sitting, Row 1:: YOU — JAKE (He’s the type who’d whisper jokes mid-flight and share earbuds with you.) Row 2:: JAY — SUNGHOON Jay: “You already got the window, why do you need the armrest too?” Sunghoon: “Because I deserve it.” (Meanwhile, the flight attendant walks by for the 5th time trying not to laugh.) Row 3:: HEESEUNG — SUNOO (Sunoo — beside him, taking selfies and giggling quietly every time Heeseung’s head tilts closer to his shoulder. Heeseung mumbles “Don’t post that,” without even opening his eyes.) Row 4:: NI-KI — JUNGWON

💥 SKZ Talkie — "Between Lockers and Loud Boys”. <{Idiot Friends}> The hallway is loud, lockers slamming, students rushing — and you’re just trying to get to class without getting dragged into chaos. Too late. As soon as you turn the corner, someone calls out— “Y/N! Over here!” It’s Bang Chan, waving his hand like a dad spotting his lost child. He jogs over with his backpack half-open. Chan: “You almost walked past us! You okay? Did you eat? Do you need water? A jacket?” He already starts checking your forehead like a mom. Then Lee Know appears beside him, leaning on the lockers. Lee Know: “Chan, relax. They’re late, not dying.” He looks at you, smirks. Lee Know: “But if you skip lunch again, I will drag you to the cafeteria myself.” You open your mouth to respond— SLAM. Your locker door swings open. Changbin pops out from behind it like a demon. Changbin: “BOO!” You jump. He cackles. Changbin: “Mission success.” Before you can recover, Hyunjin walks by, headphones in, sketchbook under his arm. He stops right next to you. Hyunjin: “You got scared again?” He gently flicks your forehead. Hyunjin: “Cute.” You blush. Of course he notices. He walks away with a tiny smile. Then, someone tugs your sleeve. Han is holding a chocolate milk. Han: “Take it. I bought two but I drank both. So I bought a third. For you.” Then he whispers— Han: “Also don’t trust Changbin. He’s evil.” Changbin: “I heard that!” Han: “GOOD!” Suddenly— A bright sunshine approaches. Felix beams at you like you’re his favorite person. Felix: “Y/N! I baked cookies again!” He hands you a small bag tied with ribbon. Felix: “Try them and tell me if they’re better than last time, yeah?” Before you even taste it— Seungmin walks by, snatches a cookie, eats it, nods. Seungmin: “Acceptable.” He pats your head. Seungmin: “You’re welcome.” Finally— The last one arrives half-asleep, hoodie up, quiet as ever. I.N yawns.

💅 Tomorrow By Together — "Unfortunately..." Being TXT’s manager was supposed to be a professional job. But no one told her she’d be managing five full-grown children with the combined energy of seven Red Bulls. Good thing she matched their chaos. The moment she walked into the practice room, she was greeted by: Yeonjun yelling into a fan, Taehyun lecturing Beomgyu, Soobin holding a snack hostage, and Hueningkai rolling across the floor like a lost dandelion. She sighed. “You guys have ONE interview today. ONE. Why do you look like the Avengers after losing a fight?” Yeonjun: “We didn’t lose. We were simply… emotionally defeated.” Beomgyu: “HE MADE ME DO PUSH-UPS FOR BREATH CONTROL!” He pointed at Taehyun like he’d committed a crime. Taehyun shrugged. “Lungs of steel don’t come free.” She pinched the bridge of her nose. “Okay. Everyone up. Snacks down. Beomgyu—stop pretending to faint.” Soobin coughed. “I think we need a break…” She stared at him. “You JUST arrived.” Hueningkai suddenly jumped up, eyes sparkling. “Manager-nim, can we get ice cream?” Yeonjun gasped dramatically. “Oh my gosh, yes! Let’s go! ALL OF US!” She crossed her arms. “No. If you’re late again, the company will turn ME into dust.” Beomgyu threw himself onto the couch. “A tragic fate… gone too soon… she only wanted mint chocolate.” She kicked his leg lightly. “Get up, Shakespeare.” At the interview set The staff looked stressed. TXT looked like trouble. She looked like she already regretted her life choices. As the boys prepared, she clapped loudly: “Okay! For the love of every deadline, act NORMAL.” “We are normal,” Taehyun said with a straight face. Five seconds later Yeonjun tried to balance a mic on his head. She snatched it away. “No.” Beomgyu tried to steal Hueningkai’s snacks. “No.” Soobin attempted to disappear behind a plant. “SOOBIN. Get out of the bushes!” The staff watched in awe. “Wow… she’s the only one who can control them.”

“Marked for Jealousy” 💄 (Requested: {|<[Sun×Moon]>|} ) The mansion was quiet, almost too quiet. You had been planning this for hours—Sunghoon never came home this early, and yet here he was, keys in the door, footsteps echoing. Perfect timing. You quickly dabbed the last red lipstick mark—one on your thr-oat, another near the colla-rbone. Just enough for him to notice, not enough for it to be obvious. You hid behind the curtain in the living room, smirking, phone in hand to capture any reaction. The door clicked open. “Home early…” your voice trailed off playfully as you stepped into the hallway. Sunghoon froze. Eyes narrowed. You tilted your head innocently. “What?” He didn’t move immediately. Instead, he scanned you slowly, like a predator who finally caught sight of his prey. “You… what is this?” His voice was calm, but the sharpness underneath made your stomach flutter. You leaned casually against the wall, letting him see the marks, pretending not to notice. “Marks?” you asked innocently. “I—uh… maybe I tripped?” Sunghoon’s jaw tightened. His hand hovered at his side for a second, then he stepped closer, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off him. “Someone touc-hed you?” he asked lowly, voice even, dangerous. You almost burst laughing. “No! I—uh—I… applied… um… makeup?” He didn’t smile. Not yet. Instead, his hand rested lightly on your hi-p. Closer. Anchoring. Protective. “You’re lying,” he said simply, eyes boring into yours. “Tell me who.” You bit back a giggle, covering your lips with your hand. “I… didn’t… I swear, no one touched me!” Sunghoon’s gaze softened slightly, but the protectiveness didn’t leave. His hand slid to brush over the marks as if checking, as if he could erase them with a touch. “You’re mine,” he muttered quietly, almost to himself, “and no one else touches you. Not today. Not ever.” You laughed then, light and teasing. “Relax, hubby. Just a little prank.”

“The Way He Looks When No One Notices”💐 { Requested this ver by: :>>🐈🧸🦊 } The kitchen smells like something might be burning. No one knows what. No one is worried. You’re standing by the counter, reading a recipe on your phone like it’s law. “I swear it said two spoons,” you mutter. “Two tiny spoons,” Jeongin corrects, popping up beside you out of nowhere, grin wide, eyes sparkling with mischief. You blink. “When did you get here?” “I live here?” he says, offended. “Nine years. Remember?” Changbin snorts from behind you. “Careful. He’s been glued to her side all day.” Jeongin gasps dramatically. “Hyung! I’m just helping!” Seungmin raises an eyebrow. “You don’t help. You distract.” Jeongin ignores him completely and leans closer to you, reading the screen. “Ohhh, no wonder. You skipped a step.” You squint. “I did not.” He reaches around you to grab the seasoning— accidentally-on-purpose brushing your arm. Felix’s voice sings instantly. “INNIEEEEEEEE~ that was smooth.” Jeongin freezes. “…I didn’t do anything.” Hyunjin grins. “You didn’t move away either.” Chan sighs fondly. “Can we focus? We’re supposed to eat this.” Han suddenly points. “WAIT. Why is Jeongin smiling like that?” Everyone looks. Jeongin is smiling. Soft. Unfiltered. The kind he forgets to hide. You notice too. “What?” you ask. He shrugs, ears turning red. “Nothing. You’re just… doing great.” The teasing EXPLODES. Changbin clutches his chest. “COMPLIMENT? FROM THE MAKNAE??” Seungmin deadpans. “Mark the calendar.” Felix claps. “I ship it.” Jeongin groans. “Why does everyone ship her with me?” Leeknow, passing by with a plate, smirks. “Because you act suspicious.” Jeongin pouts. “I’m just comfortable with her.” You smile softly. “So am I.” That shuts him up. Completely.

“Where Danger Felt Like Home” ⚠️ { Requested:⋆⁺₊⋆☽︎𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲☾⋆⁺₊⋆ } She grew up wrapped in luxury—Famous. Rich. Untouchable to the world. But not to her father. Power made him paranoid. Enemies followed him like shadows, and the thing he loved most— his only daughter—became his greatest weakness. So he did what powerful men always do when fear whispers too loudly. He hired 8 bodyguards. Handpicked. Young. Skilled. Dangerous. Bang Chan. Lee Know. Changbin. Hyunjin. Han. Felix. Seungmin. Jeongin. What he didn’t know— They weren’t just guards. They were sons of his enemies. They were sent to watch her. The plan was simple: Protect her publicly. Destroy her father quietly. But then—She returned. Months away. Older. Brighter. Softer in places they didn’t expect. Laughter filling hallways. → It was late. Rain tapped against the windows, the mansion quiet. You sat curled on the couch. 8 pairs of footsteps lingered nearby—never too far. You: “You know… you don’t all have to stare like I’ll disappear.” Bang Chan chuckled softly. Chan: “Occupational hazard.” You: “Is ‘breathing’ also optional for bodyguards?” Changbin snorted. Changbin: “She’s got jokes now.” You: “I’ve always had jokes. You were just too scary to notice.” Hyunjin tilted his head, eyes gentle. Hyunjin: “Are we… less scary now?” You looked around. At Felix leaning against the wall, smiling without thinking. Han sprawled dramatically on the chair, pretending not to watch you. Lee Know pretending not to care while caring the most. Seungmin observing like this moment was a puzzle. Jeongin trying very hard to look professional and failing.

“Blood Moon at the Mansion” The gate opens with a familiar sound. The mansion hasn’t changed. Same old stone steps, quiet garden. You drag your suitcase inside, heart oddly heavy. “Grandma?” you call. No answer. You step into the living room— —and someone clears his throat. You freeze. A boy is standing near the window. Tall. Calm. Eyes sharp but kind. Heeseung. He blinks. “…Oh.” Before either of you can say anything— “HYUNG—WHO IS THAT?” Sunoo pops out from the hallway, eyes wide. Immediately followed by Jay, who looks you up and down like he’s assessing a situation. “…Did Grandma forget to tell us something?” Jay mutters. Jake peeks out from behind Jay, smiling awkwardly. “Uh—hi?” Footsteps from the stairs. Sunghoon descends slowly, hands in pockets, gaze unreadable. Behind him, Jungwon appears, alert, eyes flicking between everyone. And then— Ni-ki strolls out from the kitchen, chewing on something, stops mid-step. “…Why does she smell like home?” Silence. You tighten your grip on your suitcase. “…Why are there seven men living with my grandmother?” Before anyone can answer— “She’s here already?” Your grandmother appears from the kitchen, smiling softly, completely unbothered. “My child, You’re home.” You rush to her, hugging her tight. “Grandma,” you whisper, relieved—then immediately pull back. “WHY are there seven men in this house?” She laughs gently. “They came after you left for abroad,” she explains. “Lost boys. I couldn’t turn them away.” Sunghoon bows politely. “We owe her our lives.” Jake nods. “She took care of us. All of us." Ni-ki just watches you. Too quietly. You scan their faces. Something feels… off. Not dangerous. Too still. The way their eyes reflect the light—just a little too sharply. Jungwon notices your stare and quickly looks away. Jay clears his throat. “So… you’re the girl she always talks about.” “The one who lived here before,” Heeseung adds softly. Your grandmother smiles.

🌟 “Golden Hour Boy” <{Image requested by: {|<[Sun×Moon]>|} }> (Boyfriend!!) Jake has this way of showing up quietly. No big entrances. Just warmth. You’re sitting on the couch, le-gs tucked under you, scrolling mindlessly when he drops beside you—close enough that your shoulders touch. “Whatcha doing?” he asks, voice light, curious like he genuinely cares. You shrug. “Nothing.” He hums, unconvinced. “Nothing looks serious on you.” Before you can reply, he reaches out, lacing his fingers with yours like it’s the most natural thing in the world. No hesitation. No drama. Just us. “You know,” he says softly, eyes on your hands, “my day’s always better when I end it like this.” You glance at him. He’s already looking at you—smiling that soft, boyish smile that feels like sunshine through curtains. “You say that a lot,” you tease. “Because it’s true,” he answers immediately. Then, quieter— “I like taking care of you.”

📋 “Of Chalk Dust and Stray Kids” {Requested: hyunjinisafineshyt} Positions: Bang Chan — Music Teacher 🎼 Lee Know — Biology Teacher 🧬 Changbin — Gym / P.E. Teacher 🏋️‍♂️ Hyunjin — Art Teacher 🎨 Han — Literature / Creative Writing Teacher 📖 Felix — Home Economics / Baking Teacher 🍪 Seungmin — English Teacher ✏️ I.N — Math Teacher ➗ → The staff room door creaks open. Eight pairs of eyes lift— some curious, some judgmental, some already planning chaos. Bang Chan is the first to smile. Warm. Welcoming. “Oh—hi. You must be the new teacher.” You nod, a little nervous. “Physics.” There’s a beat. Then— Changbin nearly chokes on his protein shake. “PHYSICS?? Like… numbers?? Equations??” Han looks personally attacked. “Why would you choose violence as a career?” Seungmin adjusts his glasses slowly. “So you’re the one replacing Mr. Kim. Bold choice.” Lee Know just looks at you. Long. Quiet. Calculating. “…You don’t look like you enjoy suffering,” he says. Hyunjin tilts his head, eyes sparkling. “Physics is art too, if you think about it.” Felix gasps. “Really?? I hated physics. Maybe I’ll like it now!” I.N smiles politely. “I’ll warn my students in advance.” You laugh despite yourself. Chan steps in gently. “Don’t worry. They’re loud, but harmless.” Changbin slaps the table. “EXCUSE YOU—” Later that day. The bell rings. You walk into your classroom, chalk in hand, heart steady. “Good morning.” Silence. Too much silence. From the hallway, Changbin’s voice echoes— “REMEMBER TO STRETCH—PHYSICS TEACHER DON’T SAVE YOU FROM SORE MUSCLES—” You close the door calmly.

🪗 "Ankhon Ki Baat" (Requested: Masood Siddiqui) They used to sit on the same steps as kids. Bare feet on warm stone. Ni-ki with dust on his knees, you with mehndi-stained fingers even back then, both of you too young to know what belonging meant— only that it felt like this. He grew up between worlds. A Japanese name spoken with Indian warmth. Laughter that learned two languages but one kind of love. And now— everything felt louder. The house buzzed with voices, bangles chiming, aunties whispering theories. Your palms were painted deep with mehndi, his name hidden somewhere between vines and flowers, secret but obvious— just like the way he had always looked at you. “Don’t look so nervous,” someone teased him earlier. Ni-ki had only smiled, small and helpless. “I’ve waited my whole life,” he said. The room was warm. Rose petals scattered like they’d fallen by accident. Soft lights. Quiet. For the first time all day— it was just you two. You stood there, fingers twisting together. Still the same girl who used to run barefoot through the courtyard. Still the boy who used to guard the gate when you played too late. “Hey,” he said softly, almost laughing. “It’s still me.” Your shoulders relaxed. Your breath came back. “I know,” you whispered. “I always knew.” He lifted your hands gently, tracing the mehndi with his thumb. Finding his name. Pretending not to feel overwhelmed when he did. “So,” he murmured, eyes warm, teasing just a little, “wife… does this mean I finally get to hold your hand without being scolded?” You laughed—soft, familiar, safe. “Don’t push it,” you said, though your fingers were already reaching for his. “Old habits die hard.” Ni-ki’s smile tilted, that childhood grin still living in the corners of his mouth. He laced your fingers together anyway. “No scolding?” he asked. You shook your head. “Not today.” He exhaled, a quiet sound, relief. “Good. Because I think I’ve been waiting for this since we were ten.”

🍾 "You, Me, And The Chaos" The kitchen is alive. Not metaphorically. Literally alive. Oil pops like it has opinions. Pans clash. Someone’s arguing about garlic again. You stand at the counter, focused, calm— the eye of the storm. Leeknow is beside you. Too close. Always too close. “You’re holding the knife wrong,” he says. You sigh. “I’ve survived nine years with you people. I’ll survive a carrot.” He clicks his tongue, reaches out, and— hands on yours. “Leeknow,” Chan warns from the stove, pretending not to stare. “HR violation.” “I’m saving a life,” Leeknow replies flatly. Changbin turns around immediately. “Oh? Hero arc? Is this why you only cook when she’s here?” Han gasps dramatically. “WAIT. Is this the legendary domestic Leeknow??” Felix’s eyes sparkle. “Awwwww hyung, you’re gentle with her ?” Leeknow doesn’t even look up. “She’ll cut herself.” Seungmin smirks from the fridge. “You don’t sound that concerned when I almost lose a finger.” “Because you deserve it,” Leeknow says without hesitation. Hyunjin leans on the counter, hair perfect, grin evil. “So… whose idea was it to stand this close? Yours or hers?” You open your mouth. Leeknow answers first. “Mine.” The kitchen goes silent. For exactly half a second. Then— “OOOOOOOOHHHHHH—” Chan drops his spatula. “CONFESSION?? In MY kitchen??” Han grabs Changbin’s arm. “WRITE THAT DOWN.” Changbin nods seriously. “History was made.” Felix clasps his hands. “I ship.” Hyunjin bows a little. “Respectfully.” Seungmin just stares at Leeknow. “…You’re not even denying it anymore.” Leeknow finally looks up, annoyed. “Can you all shut up so dinner doesn’t burn?” You glance at him. He’s already looking at you. Not annoyed. Not teasing. Soft. Protective. Unmistakably Leeknow.

🦴 "If I Forget To Say, I Love You Even On The Boring Days" They said Seungmin was quiet, but the house knew better. It heard him first— the careful click of keys at the door, the sigh he didn’t let escape until his shoes were off. He was a husband in the smallest ways. Fixing a crooked frame no one noticed. Turning the lights down instead of off. Remembering how silence could be loud for her. She sat by the window most evenings, city breathing below. He never asked why she looked tired. He only brought tea, set it beside her hand, and waited until her shoulders softened. When he smiled, it was never for the world. It was for moments like these— when no one could say his smile was wrong, because it wasn’t for them. Some nights, he spoke little. Just leaned close, presence steady, a warmth that said you don’t have to be strong here. Marriage didn’t make him loud. It made him gentle. And gentleness— that was the way he loved. The apartment is quiet in that end-of-day way. Not empty— just resting. You’re curled on the couch, half-asleep, book open but unread. Keys click at the door. “Hey,” Seungmin says, voice low, careful— like he doesn’t want to scare the calm away. You hum in response. He shrugs off his coat, loosens his tie, and comes straight to you. Not dramatic. Not rushed. Like this is exactly where he belongs. “You ate?” he asks. You tilt your head. “Did you?” A pause. Then a small smile. The kind he only shows at home. “…No.” You scoot over, patting the space beside you. “Sit.” He does. Immediately. Like it’s instinct. Your head finds his shoulder. His arm follows your back, warm, solid, familiar. “Long day?” you murmur. “Mm,” he says. “But it’s better now.” You feel it—the way he presses a little closer. The way his thumb traces idle circles, absent-minded love.

🎱 “Where the Cue Ball Learned My Name” Three years. <{Mafia Partners!!}> That’s how long your families had been doing business together. Three years of late-night negotiations, shared silences, unspoken trust. By now, Ni-ki’s mansion felt less like enemy territory and more like neutral ground. Almost… safe. The meeting dragged on longer than expected. Paperwork. Numbers. Territories spoken about like chess pieces. Ni-ki leaned back in his chair, loosening his tie slightly. “You need a break,” he said, already standing. “Come on.” “Where?” you asked. He didn’t answer—just gestured for you to follow. Downstairs, the air changed. Lower. Darker. Softer. His private bar stretched out beneath the mansion—polished wood, dim lights, a pool table sitting at the center like it belonged there. You let out a quiet breath. “This is… excessive.” Ni-ki smirked. “You say that every time.” Your eyes drifted to the billiards table. “You play?” “Sometimes,” he said. “You?” You picked up a cue, testing its weight. “I can try.” You lined up a shot. Missed. Completely. Ni-ki laughed softly—not mocking, just amused. “That was… ambitious.” You shot him a look. “Don’t judge. Teach me.” He stepped closer. Too close. “Alright,” he said quietly. “Watch.” He adjusted your stance first—gentle, professional. “Feet like this.” Then your hands. His fingers wrapped over yours on the cue, steadying them. “Grip looser. You’re fighting the stick.” Your breath slowed without permission. “Like this?” you murmured. “Yeah,” he said, voice low. “Good.” He leaned in just enough to guide the angle, his presence warm behind you—not pressing, not rushing. “Now,” he continued, “don’t force it. Let it move.” Your hands moved together. The ball rolled. Hit. Dropped cleanly into the pocket. You blinked. “I did that.” Ni-ki’s smile was quiet, proud. “You did.”

“Ashes Between Us” Ni-ki’s world had always been luxury. His parents had been taken from him violently, leaving him, his elder sister Konon, and younger sister Misora in the care of their grandmother—a woman who ruled them with both love and iron. Years passed. Ni-ki grew strong, calculating, Mafia. At 20, he discovered the truth about who killed his parents. The rage burned inside him. But revenge, he realized, would destroy more than just his enemies. If he struck now, the bloodline would bleed for generations. So he devised a different plan. She came into his life—not willingly, but by force. Marry the daughter of the man who killed his parents. Make her life a living hell. His grandmother, the cousin who had always loved him, and his sisters—Konon and Misora—hated the idea from the start. They made her life unbearable. Burying her family’s belongings in the cold dirt of the garden. Pouring freezing water on her in the dead of winter. Whispering cruel words whenever Ni-ki was gone on his mafia work. And she endured it all, silently, because she had nowhere else to go. She never cried where anyone could see. And Ni-ki didn’t know. Not at first. Because when he was home, the house behaved. Smiles were worn like masks. Cruelty folded itself neatly into corners. But absence has a way of telling the truth. Ni-ki returned late, coat still smelling of smoke and city lights. The mansion was quiet. Then he saw it. Wet marble floors. A bucket tipped over. And her. Standing near the staircase, sleeves soaked, hair clinging to her neck, lips pale from cold she hadn’t complained about. For a second, he didn’t move. Not because he didn’t understand— but because he understood too clearly. “What happened?” he asked. Konon answered too quickly. Misora wouldn’t meet his eyes. Their grandmother said nothing, which said everything. Ni-ki looked back at her.

🌑 Min Talkie — "We Were Hiding The Same Thing" They’d been best friends since grade three. Minho used to joke that you were impossible to read. Too quiet. Too observant. Like you were always listening to something no one else could hear. You laughed it off every time. Because how could you explain that you did hear more? You were born a vampire. No parents. No one to teach you what the thirst meant, or why your body reacted differently to the world. You learned through pain. The dry burn in your throat that never left. The way crowded rooms overwhelmed you—heartbeats stacking on top of each other, emotions bleeding into your senses. The migraines when your vision sharpened too much, like the world was moving slower than you were meant to see. You learned to hide. In corners. In shadows. In plain sight. Minho was the only constant. That evening, you came to his apartment to study like you always did. Books open. Floor cluttered. Familiar comfort. → Her powers as vampire: BLOOD SENSE (Instinctive Empathy) She doesn’t just hear heartbeats—she feels them. That’s why she always knew when Minho was upset before he spoke. TEMPORAL SIGHT (Moment Stretch) In danger or heightened emotion, time thins. She sees seconds stretch long enough to react—catching falling objects, dodging without thinking. THIRST SUPPRESSION. Unnatural restraint. She can starve herself longer than most vampires, but it scars her—nosebleeds, shaking hands, dry-burning throat. → Minho’s Abilities — BLOOD DISCIPLINE He doesn’t rely on instinct. He trained himself. Measured feeding. His hunger never overpowers him—and that’s why his presence feels stable. PRESENCE CONTROL (Predator Stillness) When Minho decides to be calm, the room listens. Even other vampires instinctively yield without knowing why. ENHANCED STRENGTH & PRECISION Not reckless power. Every movement is deliberate—breaking nothing unless he chooses to. A protector’s strength.

💗 Jay Talkie — "The Quiet Observer" Jay loved in details. Not loud confessions. Not dramatic gestures. Details. He noticed the way she liked her tea—warm, never too sweet. The way she frowned when tired, even before she admitted it. The way silence sat heavier on her shoulders than words ever did. So he learned to love her in motion. Every morning, he woke before she did. Not because he had to— but because he liked the quiet responsibility of it. The kitchen lights were dim, sleeves rolled neatly, movements precise. Breakfast prepared just how she liked it. Her bag placed by the door. Keys always where she’d reach without thinking. When she stepped out, sleepy and half-aware, everything was already done. She once laughed softly. “You act like this is your job.” Jay adjusted his watch calmly. “It is.” When the world was heavy, he never asked her to explain. He’d pull out a chair. Hold the door. Stand slightly closer in crowded rooms. Protection without control. Care without ownership. If she forgot her jacket, it was already draped over her shoulders. If her day went wrong, dinner arrived warm and untouched by questions. Jay believed love should feel safe— not demanding. Evenings were his favorite. She’d sit on the couch reading, feet tucked beneath her, unaware of him watching from across the room. Jay would loosen his tie slowly, place it away neatly, then move to her side. No words at first. Just presence. A glass of water set nearby. A blanket folded just within reach. She noticed eventually. “You didn’t have to,” she’d say. Jay would glance at her, expression steady, sincere. “I wanted to.” He never said I love you when it was easy. He said it when it mattered. By fixing what was broken before she saw it. By standing firm when others faltered. By choosing patience every single time. A gentleman—not because it looked good, but because loving her meant becoming someone worthy of her peace. And maybe that was his greatest act of service

🌑 Minho Talkie — "He Knows Something's Wrong" She grew up alone. No parents. No photos on the walls. No bedtime stories or birthdays. Minho had been there since grade two— sitting beside her when no one else did, walking her home, teasing her into smiling when life felt too heavy. Best friends. It started subtly. A thirst that water couldn’t fix. Then sunlight began to hurt. Not burn—just… like it scraped against her skin. Garlic made her nauseous. The smell alone turned her stomach. She laughed it off at first. Until the nosebleeds came. Sudden. Sharp. Until her vision sharpened—too sharp. Until hunger stopped feeling human. She stopped meeting Minho. Ignored his calls. Left messages unread. “How long are you gonna ghost me?” “Did I do something?” “Please. You’re scaring me.” She told herself she was protecting him. One evening, rain tapped gently against her window. A knock. Soft. Familiar. She froze. Another knock. Louder. “I know you’re home,” Minho called. “Your lights are on.” Her heartbeat thundered. Don’t open the door. But of course she did. Because it was Minho. He stood there, soaked, worry written all over his face. “You look sick,” he said immediately. “Have you eaten?” She stepped back too quickly. “Don’t come closer,” she said. Minho frowned. “…Why are you acting like I’m contagious?” He stepped in anyway. The door closed. And the scent— Warm. Human. Alive. Her breath caught violently. Minho noticed. “Hey,” he said softly. “What’s wrong?” Her hands shook. Her vision blurred, then sharpened— and suddenly she could hear his heartbeat. Too loud. Too tempting. She backed away, slamming into the wall, fingers digging into her sleeves. “Minho,” she whispered. “You shouldn’t be here.”

🦅🦆 JayKi — "Bloodline, Buisness, And US" <{Mafia's!!}> [Similar version of my other talkie 'Leeknow X I.N'] They ruled differently. Jay ruled with silence. A calm voice, steady gaze—decisions made before anyone else realized a choice had been offered. Ni-ki ruled with instinct. Sharp eyes, sharper smile. The kind of danger that moved fast and never missed. & you? You matched them. The private lounge was dim, city lights spilling through the glass walls. Jay stood by the table, sleeves rolled, reading a report like it was nothing more than a grocery list. “This deal smells wrong,” he said evenly. Ni-ki lounged on the couch, ankle resting on his knee. “Smells like betrayal,” he corrected. You stepped closer. “They’re testing boundaries. Seeing who flinches.” Jay looked up at you then—slow, assessing. “You won’t.” “But they will" you said. Ni-ki’s grin widened. “See why I trust her?” Jay didn’t smile—but the corner of his mouth twitched. Later, in the parking garage. A rival’s man stepped too close. Too confident. “You’re bold,” he sneered at you. “Standing alone.” You didn’t answer. Jay did. “She’s not alone.” Ni-ki moved at the same time—smooth, fast—blocking the man’s path. “Walk away,” Ni-ki said lightly. “Before you forget how.” The man hesitated. Jay’s voice dropped, calm as ice. “That was the warning.” The man left. Silence returned. Jay exhaled slowly. “You handled that well.” Ni-ki nudged your shoulder. “Told you. She’s ours.” You raised an eyebrow. “Careful. That sounded possessive.” Ni-ki shrugged. “Protective.” Jay corrected him gently. “Respectful.” ——>

🐰🦊 Leeknow & I.N Talkie — "Bloodline, Buisness, And US" <{Mafia's!}> In the underworld, names mattered. Lee Know’s name was spoken carefully. Calculated. Cold. The kind of man who didn’t raise his voice—because he never had to. I.N’s name followed closely behind. Younger. Sharper smile. Dangerous in a way that looked harmless until it wasn’t. And yours? Yours didn’t need explanation. You were a partner. Equal ground. The meeting room was quiet, heavy with cigar smoke and old money. You sat across from them, legs crossed, expression unreadable. Lee Know leaned back in his chair, eyes assessing you like he always did—not doubting, just measuring. “You’re late,” he said calmly. You smiled faintly. “Traffic. And a deal I closed on the way.” I.N’s lips curved into a grin. “She’s scary,” he said casually. “I like her.” Lee Know shot him a look. “Focus.” I.N shrugged. “I am. She’s the focus.” You raised an eyebrow. “Careful, Jeongin. Compliments sound like weakness in this room.” He laughed—soft, amused, dangerous. “Only if you’re afraid of it.” Lee Know watched the exchange quietly. Then nodded once. That was his approval. Later, when the meeting ended, the three of you stood by the window overlooking the city. Lee Know spoke without turning. “This partnership works because there’s no ego.” You stepped closer, matching his tone. “And no betrayal.” I.N leaned against the glass. “And because you don’t underestimate me,” he added lightly, eyes flicking to you. You met his gaze. “Never.” For a moment, silence settled. The kind built on blood, deals, and mutual respect. Lee Know finally looked at you. “If anyone crosses you—” “I handle it,” you said. A pause. Then he corrected himself. “We handle it.” I.N smiled, sharp and proud. “See?” he said. “This is why I trust her.” You glanced between the brothers— the older one who ruled with restraint, the younger one who ruled with instinct

🪔Ni-ki Talkie — “Come Back, My Beloved” They grew up together. Same street. Same promises made without understanding how heavy it could be. When Ni-ki left to study abroad, he was 16— too young to understand what leaving would cost. “You’ll wait for me, right?” Ni-ki asked, trying to sound casual. You smiled & nodded, because you didn’t know how to say goodbye in a way that wouldn’t break you. He came back 4 years later. 20 years old. Taller. Sharper. Carrying the weight of a world that taught him how small love could be to powerful people. The neighborhood recognized him instantly. You didn’t. Not because you forgot— but because you refused to let him see you. When he asked about you, people said, “She lives here. But she doesn’t come out much.” So he waited. Outside your house. Across the street. Under the same tree where you once laughed. You watched from behind curtains. Because if he saw your face, you knew— everything you’d worked so hard to bury would surface again. One evening, rain fell softly. You stepped outside, shawl pulled tight, head lowered. And that’s when he saw you. Just enough. Your profile. The way you paused like you felt him. “Is it you?” he asked, voice barely holding itself together. You didn’t answer. But your shoulders shook. That was enough. Later, you met by accident— in a quiet corner where no one interfered. “You didn’t let me see you,” he said, not accusing. Just hurt. “I didn’t know how,” you replied. “If I looked at you… I wouldn’t survive it.” His laugh was soft. Broken. “I crossed oceans to come back to you.” “And I stayed,” you whispered. “That was my punishment.” You loved each other the way knight loved princess— desperately, helplessly, knowing it was doomed. You spoke of marriage like it was the only ending. But love doesn’t survive rooms filled with power. Ni-ki’s parents refused. “She isn’t suitable.” “This is not how families like ours work.” Ni-ki argued. Begged. Broke himself.

🎒 "Eye's Don't Lie" She was quiet. Always keeping to herself, reading a book during breaks or laughing softly with her small group of friends. He was the boy everyone knew—the popular one, confident, untouchable. Yet somehow, their eyes met. Often. Not by accident, not by curiosity—like magnets testing each other’s pull. She felt it before she admitted it. That flutter in her chest Whenever she caught him staring, he never looked away, even when her gaze met his. And it wasn’t just curiosity. It was something. Something… knowing. Her friends teased relentlessly, of course. “Look at Ni-ki over there!" "Bet he’s thinking about you again!” “Why do you always blush when he stares? So obvious!” She would roll her eyes, brush it off—but the truth was, her heart beat faster every time he was near. And he? He didn’t care who saw him staring. His group laughed, whispered, nudged him—but he didn’t look away once. Because she was always the only thing he couldn’t ignore. The Hallway Bump She was walking with her friends, books in hand, when someone stepped in her path—one of the more obnoxious boys in Ni-ki’s group. “Hey, watch it, loser,” he sneered, shoving her shoulder. Her friends tensed. She froze, unsure what to do. Before she could reply, a shadow fell beside her.

🍱 Leeknow Talkie — "Caught In His Arms" <{Husband!!}> The kitchen smelled like vanilla and something sweet you couldn’t quite place—probably the cookies you were trying not to burn. You hummed quietly, lost in concentration, when you felt him there. A pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist from behind, pulling you close. “Whatcha doing, genius?” Leeknow murmured against your shoulder, voice low, teasing. You tried to keep stirring the batter, but he leaned closer, resting his chin lightly on your shoulder. “Careful… you’re making me jealous of this bowl of cookie dough.” You laughed, squirming slightly, but he didn’t let go. Instead, he pressed just enough weight into you to make your heart skip. “Why are you always so… focused?” he teased. “Because cookies burn fast,” you replied, brushing a stray hair out of his face. He smirked. “And you think I won’t distract you?” Before you could answer, he peppered soft kis-ses alo-ng your ne-ck, playful but deliberate.