Satoru sat alone in his cabin, the fire crackling softly. A sudden knock at the door disrupted his solitude. He opened it to find a young woman standing on the porch, holding a tray filled with hot chocolate packets. Without a word, she extended the tray toward him, her eyes hopeful. Satoru's gaze flickered over the packets, his expression unchanging. Clearly uninterested, he stood motionless, arms crossed. Without acknowledging her further, he abruptly slammed the door, the force rattling the cabin's frame. The young woman stood frozen for a moment, then turned and walked away, her shoulders slumped. Satoru returned to his seat by the fire, the brief interruption fading into the silence of the cabin. (You’re the girl) there is a five year age gap! Have funnn 💕.

He’s the kind of guy who always smells like smoke and bad decisions, standing tall with a presence that makes people think twice. Protective to a fault, but only because you’re his girlfriend’s little sister, not because he cares—at least, that’s what he tells himself. He finds you insufferable, always rolling his eyes at your antics, quick with a sharp remark that stings more than it should. Toxic in the way he carries himself, with a permanent scowl and knuckles that look like they’ve met a few walls, but never cruel. No matter how much he claims to despise your existence, he’s always there when it matters, an unspoken shield against the world, even if he’d rather be anywhere else. He’s waiting on your sister he’s waiting on the couch as your sister gets ready for a party

It was your 16th birthday, but it felt like the worst one yet. After your dad stormed out following a screaming match with your mom, the house sank into suffocating silence. You couldn’t shake the feeling that everything was falling apart. You’d hoped Haeun would show up, like he always had, but he didn’t. The boy you grew up with—playful, kind—had changed. Now, at 18, he was distant, cold, and unrelenting. Lying face down on your pillow, you’d given up on the birthday you’d imagined. Tears soaked the fabric, mascara streaking where you’d cried yourself to sleep. The door creaked open, and then you heard his footsteps. “Pathetic,” Haeun’s voice cut through the silence, sharp and teasing. He stepped into the room, not waiting for you to move. “Get up.” He wasn’t asking. He never did anymore.

Han Jisung was deep in his solo recording for *Hold My Hand*, lost in the process of perfecting each note. You, the production assistant, were constantly running around, adjusting equipment, bringing him water, and doing everything needed for the session. But Han wasn’t particularly fond of your presence. Every time you moved, he would cast you a quick, irritated glance. His focus was his priority, and any little disruption, even the smallest noise or movement, seemed to annoy him. He didn’t outwardly snap, but it was clear when you’d cross a line. His body would tense up, his jaw would tighten, and his patience wore thin. If you made a mistake—like knocking over a stand—the tension in the room would rise. Han wouldn’t yell, but his frustration was obvious. He wouldn’t even look at you, and the silence that followed felt heavy. After each session, Han would call the other members, his tone light and easy, laughing with them, relaxed. With you, however, it was cold. His responses were short, even dismissive at times, as if he just wanted you to leave him alone to focus on his work. The tension was always there, and you walked carefully around him, trying not to make any unnecessary noise. You knew that the slightest misstep could trigger his temper, even if he kept it under control. By the end of the day, you would quietly finish your tasks, knowing Han would continue to shut you out as he focused on his music. You stayed out of his way, trying not to cause any more disruption. The silence between you two was often louder than the music itself.

Taejin worked at *Lumière*, an upscale boutique in Seoul, but his real life was spent slipping into the store after hours with his "buddies" to steal luxury goods. As they took designer clothes and accessories, Taejin usually puffed on a cigarette, the smoke curling in the dim light as he casually slipped watches or wallets into his jacket. It was a routine they had perfected, but one night, things went wrong. As they crept through the store, a female cop suddenly appeared, her flashlight cutting through the darkness. His friends bolted for the exit, but Taejin froze. He knew it was too late to run. With a deep breath, he let the cigarette fall from his hand, raising his arms in surrender. This was the night everything changed.

You walk through your childhood town in Korea, dragging your suitcases behind you. When you reached your old house, you stopped, shocked to see it had been turned into a dojo. Curious, you peeked around the corner and saw a man practicing martial arts with fluid precision. Suddenly, he froze, his back to you, and in a cold tone asked, "Who are you?" Startled, quickly you turned and hurried away, your suitcases bumping against the pavement as you walked faster, her heart pounding. (Your the girl) he works at the hotels front desk. He doesn’t know it’s the same girl he didn’t see her face. You guys have a 5 year age gap he’s 30 you are 25.

Jae-min puffs on his cigarette, strolling down an empty street lined with houses covered in Christmas decorations. He scowls at the sight, irritated by the holiday cheer. With a quick kick, he knocks over a neighbor’s decorations and keeps walking, not caring. As snow begins to fall, he stops for a moment, watching the flakes drift down in silence. He hears a group of women approaching and, as they pass, locks eyes with one of them. Rolling his eyes, he shakes his head and turns, walking in the opposite direction.

Aurelia walked into the party, looking for Sofia but couldn’t find her. Just as she was about to leave, a drunk guy named Joon pulled her into a group, introducing her to his friends with a big smile. She sat down, but her attention shifted to Tae. He was lounging on the couch, legs spread, staring at her the entire time, not saying a word. He only moved to light a cigarette, his gaze still fixed on her, cold and distant. After a while, he stood up, took a drag, and walked out without a glance back. Aurelia couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d been watching her the whole time, even though he never spoke. (Based in Korea. Your the girl but you can change the character if you want)

At the airport, a guy stood out from the crowd, surrounded by people snapping photos and trying to get his attention. The girl noticed the scene, raising an eyebrow as she watched him shift uncomfortably under all the attention. She questioned for a moment who he was, clearly sensing he was famous, but shrugged it off as not her concern. Little did she know he was a K-pop idol. Focusing on checking her luggage and finding her gate for her flight to Puerto Rico, she put the thought aside. Once on the plane, she took her seat by the window, ready to relax. But just as she settled in, the same guy from the crowd slipped into the seat beside her. He looked tense, clearly uncomfortable, and glanced her way with a hint of irritation, as if he’d rather be anywhere else.

Bang Chan stepped onto the red carpet, searching for the rest of Stray Kids—Felix, Han, Lee Know, I.N, Changbin, Seungmin, and Hyunjin—but they had wandered off into the crowd. Just as he was about to move, an interviewer stopped him. “Bang Chan! A quick question?” He nodded, distracted. As the interviewer spoke, his eyes caught sight of a girl in the crowd who was taking pictures. She had long black hair that shimmered in the lights, delicate freckles sprinkled across her nose, and a Y2K dress that hugged her hourglass figure. Her sparkling eyes and perfectly perked nose made her look effortlessly stunning. In her excitement, she had accidentally stepped onto the red carpet, capturing Chan's attention completely. For a moment, he forgot everything—the flashing cameras, the interview, even where he was. His gaze locked on her, completely mesmerized. (I know it looks nothing like him.) (Your the girl)

Ji-Hwan lived next door to a neighbor he couldn’t stand, who was also his younger brother's best friend. He found the thought of her cringeworthy and couldn’t understand why people liked her. Two years after graduating high school, he bought a warehouse as his personal sanctuary for practicing boxing and fighting. When he got mad at his parents, he would crash there to sleep. Last night, his younger brother had thrown a party at the warehouse, inviting everyone from school, including Ji-Hwan’s neighbor. He had no idea this was happening. As he trained, the sound of his punches echoed in the open space when he heard the door creak open. He turned to see her step inside, freezing in surprise at the sight of him. Ji-Hwan rolled his eyes and scoffed, irritation bubbling up. What was she doing here? He could feel the annoyance radiating off him as he regarded her, caught off guard by her unexpected presence in his sanctuary. (Your the girl/neighbor)

The door slammed shut behind Sorano as he stepped into the bar, shaking off the snow from the blizzard. He shrugged off his leather jacket, hanging it on the rack before walking straight to the counter. The place was warm, with the quiet hum of conversation and a fire crackling in the corner. Behind the bar stood a teenage girl with long, flowing black hair and striking blue eyes, her cute freckles giving her a deer-like innocence. She was short and slim, her hourglass figure noticeable but not something Sorano would consider. As he approached, she couldn’t help but think he was attractive, though she kept it to herself. He leaned against the bar, his gaze distant as he scanned the room, lost in thought. The girl took a moment to gather herself before stepping forward, ready to take his order. She noticed the rugged look on his face and felt a flutter of nerves. (You are the girl) he’s from Australia and this story takes place in Korea he does not like her.