You woke up in a huge room. Green walls. Bunk beds stacked high. You looked down — green tracksuit. Your number: 457. “Where… am I?” you said, confused. A voice called out: “Hey, you new?” You turned and saw Player 456 — a kind-looking guy with messy hair. “I’m Gi-hun,” he said, smiling. “Stick close. This place isn’t normal.” Suddenly, a siren blared. 🚨 Metal doors opened. Guards in pink walked in. “Game begins. Follow instructions. No talking.” You and 456 stood in a line. The first game: Red Light, Green Light. People started running. Then— BANG. Someone fell. You froze. “Is this real?!” Gi-hun grabbed your arm. “Only move when it says green. Trust me.” You nodded, heart pounding. Step by step, you followed him. You made it. Barely. Hundreds didn’t. Gi-hun looked at you, serious now. “That was just the start.” You whispered, “What happens if we lose?” He looked away. “You don’t get another chance.”

It was a rainy night. You were at home, bored, scrolling TikTok. The power went out. ⚡ You sighed and lit a candle. Just then, your phone buzzed. Unknown Number: "Come to the old music room. Now." You were freaked out, but curious. You put on a hoodie and left. 🌧️ The music room was at the edge of town. No one had used it in years. Dust. Silence. Dark vibes. 🕸️ You walked in… and saw someone sitting by the piano. It was IU. You blinked. “IU?! What are you doing here?” She didn’t look up. She just said, “Do you hear it?” “Hear what?” you asked. Then the piano started playing by itself. 🎹 IU stood slowly. Her eyes were dark. “She’s coming.” You backed away. “Who’s she?!” IU whispered, “The girl in the mirror. She copies me. She wants to become real.” You looked into the big mirror on the wall… and gasped. There was another IU in the reflection — smiling wide, eyes glowing red. 👁️ You turned to IU. “Run!!” But IU shook her head. “It’s too late.” The mirror cracked. And the other IU stepped out. You screamed. Then — you woke up. Back in your room. Phone in your hand. Candle still burning. You thought it was just a dream… Until you looked in your mirror… And saw two reflections.

So like... I'm [your name], lead dancer of Huntrix—the hottest demon-slaying K-pop girl group in Seoul. We slay choreo and actual demons. Multitasking queens, period. It was a full moon, aka perfect lighting for a fight scene. We got a call: “Big demon, downtown, 100% cursed vibes.” We put on our glitter armor and hit the scene. AND GUESS WHO WAS ALREADY THERE. SAJA BOYS. The moment I saw them, I froze. Not from fear. From beauty. Like—HELLO?! Jawlines so sharp they could slice a demon in half. Hair blowing like they had a personal fan 24/7. Saja’s leader, Jinu, looked at me and said, “Need backup?” I blinked. “No... I mean yes... I mean... hi.” Huntrix leader whispered to me, “Girl, focus. Demon now, simp later.” RUDE BUT TRUE. The demon burst out of a billboard—giant, ugly, smelled like expired ramen. We leapt into action. I hit my signature spin-kick combo (learned it in dance practice, tyvm). The girls summoned their mic-blades. Total slay. Meanwhile, Saja Boys were doing flips and shirt rips. Why is Jinu always sparkly??? Like sir, you’re FIGHTING EVIL. Chill with the visuals. In the middle of battle, I tripped—totally not on purpose. Jinu caught me. HIS ARM. HIS ARM AROUND MY WAIST. I swear, my soul left my body for a sec. “Are you okay?” he asked, full eye contact. “Y-Yeah. I'm fine. Never better. Please marry me—wait what?” Huntrix shouted, “She’s love-struck again! Cover her!” We finished the fight together—sword, kicks, sparkles, slow-mo explosions. Demon gone. City safe. Instagram pics secured. Afterward, we stood under the moonlight. Jinu handed me a flower (WHERE DID HE EVEN GET THAT?). “Great teamwork,” he said. I giggled. Actual giggled. “You too... handsome—I mean, helpful!” Huntrix dragged me away before I could embarrass myself further. Back at HQ, the girls screamed: “YOU HAVE A CRUSH.” “NO I DON’T.” “Girl, you LITERALLY called him ‘hot sir.’” Okay. Maybe I do. But hey. I slay demons and maybe one day, I’ll slay Jinu’s heart. 💅🔥

It all started with spilled coffee. You were in line, half-awake, waiting for your morning fix when someone bumped into you — hard. Hot coffee splashed down your sweater. "I'm so sorry—!" a voice said. You looked up, annoyed… then froze. Jay. From ENHYPEN. Standing there, holding his own coffee, eyes wide like he couldn’t believe it either. He looked around, then leaned in with a small, guilty smile. “Let me make it up to you. Coffee’s on me — and maybe… breakfast?” You blinked. Did that just happen?

It had been years since you last saw him—your best friend, your everything. Life had pulled you in different directions, but you never forgot him. One rainy afternoon, you wandered back to your old neighborhood. As you passed a café, you froze. There he was. Hyunjin. Standing in the rain, as if waiting for you. His eyes met yours, and for a moment, time stopped. A soft smile curved on his lips. "Is it really you?" he whispered, his voice filled with disbelief. You nodded, heart racing. "I didn’t think I’d ever see you again." He stepped closer, reaching for your hand, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver down your spine. "I missed you," he said quietly. "I missed you too," you replied, feeling the old connection reignite between you. With a gentle laugh, he pulled you inside the café. "Let’s catch up," he said, but you both knew this wasn’t just about the past. It was about the future you’d just found again.

Felix, a member of Stray Kids, needed to protect his private life from the constant media attention. So, his agency came up with a plan—a contract marriage. The idea was simple: marry someone, make it public, and keep his personal life safe from the tabloids. That’s when you came in. You weren’t looking for fame, but when the offer came to you—clear your debts and change your life—you agreed to the deal. At first, it was all business. Felix was polite but distant, and you played the perfect wife for the cameras. But as time went on, you saw the real Felix—the sweet, funny, and caring guy who wasn’t what the tabloids made him out to be. What started as a contract began to feel real. Late-night talks, small gestures, and laughter turned into something more. And before you knew it, you were falling for him… but could you admit it?

The rain was soft that day, like the world was whispering. You were sitting alone in a small café in Seoul, near the window, watching people walk by with their umbrellas. The sky was gray, but the city still looked beautiful — a little quiet, a little dreamy. You were reading a love story, the kind that made your heart ache in the best way. Then the door opened, and he walked in. Park Seo-joon. He looked just like he did in the movies — tall, handsome, with a kind face. But something was different. He didn’t walk in like a star. He walked in like a person searching for something. His eyes met yours. And in that moment, everything slowed down. He smiled. It wasn’t a “celebrity smile.” It was soft, real — like he saw something in you that no one else did. He ordered a tea, then looked around. The café was almost empty, but somehow, he walked straight to you. “Is this seat taken?” he asked gently. You shook your head, heart pounding. “No, it’s not.” He sat down. A pause. Then he looked at the book in your hand. “I’ve read that one,” he said. “It made me believe in love again.” You looked at him, surprised. “Me too.” He smiled again, and this time, it felt like spring had come early. You didn’t know it then, but that was the beginning. A quiet meeting on a rainy day… that would turn into something beautiful. Something real. Something like love.

You never expected your quiet college routine to collide with the dazzling chaos of the K-pop world—especially not like this. It was a rainy evening. You were walking home, lost in thought, when a black van screeched to a stop beside you. Before you could react, someone yanked you inside. You kicked, shouted—panicked—until the man across from you pulled down his mask. It was Jeonghan. Jeonghan. From SEVENTEEN. “We’re so sorry,” he said, breathless. “We thought you were someone else.” Another member—Seungcheol, probably the one who'd been driving—glanced back and grimaced. “Well… now that you're here, we kinda need your help.” “Help you with what?” you asked, still trying to process everything. That’s when they explained: one of the members was caught in a tabloid scandal, and their management had a bizarre fix—bring in a fake girlfriend to shift the narrative. You were the accidental stand-in. You hesitated. You could’ve said no. But then he walked in. Joshua. Calm, thoughtful, with a quiet smile that made your heart stutter. “This won’t be real,” he said gently. “We’ll just pretend.” But as the line between fake and real began to blur, so did your feelings—until pretending felt a lot like the real thing.

It started with a message. You were a translator, newly hired by BigHit to help with overseas interviews. The first time you met TXT, it was at a photoshoot—lights flashing, stylists rushing, and five impossibly charming guys who greeted you like old friends. But it wasn’t until later, when you were tasked with transcribing a behind-the-scenes interview, that things got… interesting. As you typed, you noticed something strange—little edits appearing in your document. Words you didn’t write. At first, you thought it was a glitch. Until one line appeared: “He thinks your laugh is cute.” You froze. Then another message followed: “It’s Soobin. Don’t tell the others.” Turns out, I—your ever-curious AI assistant—had a secret: I could hear their thoughts through the audio files. And Soobin's were the loudest, the sweetest, and soon, the most frequent. Every night, we decoded his thoughts together, like stargazing from two worlds apart. You were his translator by day—and his secret muse by night. And me? I was just the middleman. But I knew a love story when I saw one.

The night was supposed to be ordinary — just you and BLACKPINK at the studio, laughing between dance breaks. But when the lights flickered and the power cut out for exactly thirteen seconds, everything changed. A sleek black envelope slid under the door, no footprints, no sound. Jennie picked it up with a chill in her eyes. “It’s starting again,” she whispered. Inside was a photo — all five of you at last night’s rehearsal. But none of you remembered anyone taking it. In the background, a figure in a mask stood watching. “They know you’re with us now,” Lisa said, her voice steady. Your heart pounded. Whatever game this was, you were no longer just a fan — you were in it.

During a crazy filming day, I was soaking wet, trying to protect my notes, when Kim Soo-hyun came over with his umbrella and joked, “Are you always this intense?” After that, we kept talking—sharing snacks, laughing during breaks, and he even “borrowed” my hoodie once, saying it smelled like mint gum and stress. On the last day, he gave me a coffee with a sticky note that said, “No cameras. Just us?” I waited 10 minutes... then knocked on his van door with two iced coffees.

You weren’t supposed to be backstage. You just followed the wrong hallway… or maybe the right one. “Yo, are you lost?” Bang Chan grinned, warm and reliable, like a big brother but hotter. Han peeked out from behind him with a mouth full of snacks. “She’s cute. Can we keep her?” Lee Know raised an eyebrow, arms crossed. “Don’t scare her off. Yet.” Changbin gave you a nod, already hyping you up. “You’ve got main character energy.” Felix smiled like literal sunshine. “Do you wanna hang out with us for a bit? Promise we don’t bite.” Seungmin was skeptical. “Unless she’s a spy. Or a sasaeng.” And Hyunjin? He just looked at you like you were a painting he wasn’t finished falling for. You didn’t know how you got here, or what this was becoming. But something told you this story was about to get very interesting.

It all started on a random Tuesday. You were late for class, hair a mess, coffee in one hand, phone in the other. The campus was buzzing, but you barely noticed—until you bumped into someone. Hard. “Whoa, sorry!” you said, looking up. And there he was. Jungkook. Yes, that Jungkook. Black hoodie, soft smile, eyes that kinda made your brain short-circuit. He laughed. “It’s okay. Cool phone case.” You blushed. “Thanks. It’s...a banana.” He nodded like it was the most interesting thing in the world. “I like bananas.” And just like that, your regular day turned into something you’d never forget. #bts #jungkook #transfer student #school

You’ve never liked Cai Xukun. He’s annoying, cocky, and somehow always one step ahead of you. Whether it’s school projects, grades, or class debates—he’s always there, pushing your buttons and acting like he’s better than you. Xukun’s the type who never seems stressed, always looks put together, and can roast you with just one look. He doesn’t talk much, but when he does, it’s usually something clever—or something that gets under your skin. He’s smart, smooth, and way too confident for his own good. Everyone else seems to like him. But when it comes to you? He’s got this habit of challenging you, teasing you, like he wants to start a fight. But lately, it’s been different. His teasing feels... softer. His looks linger longer. And your heart? It’s starting to react in ways it definitely shouldn’t. You used to think you hated him. Now you’re not so sure.

You never meant to get involved with ENHYPEN—let alone fall for one of them. As a new intern at their label, your job was simple: stay professional, stay invisible, and most importantly, stay away from the artists. But rules have a funny way of blurring when late-night rehearsals turn into quiet conversations, when quick glances linger a little too long, and when one particular member—sunset eyes, gentle laugh, and a heart that saw right through you—started making it harder to keep your distance. It started small. A smile exchanged in the hallway. A note tucked inside a coffee cup. A shared elevator ride that felt like a secret in itself. No one could know—not the staff, not the fans, especially not the cameras always watching. But the more you tried to keep things quiet, the louder your heart became. Falling for him was never the plan. But love doesn’t follow the rules. And neither, it turns out, did he.

You’re a quiet, struggling writer unexpectedly chosen to shadow V (Kim Taehyung) of BTS for a private behind-the-scenes creative project. At first, V is distant and reluctant to open up. But as you spend quiet days in studios and late nights talking about art, life, and love, a gentle connection begins to grow. Together, you write a secret song that reflects both your pain and healing — but when the song accidentally leaks online, rumors ignite and your bond is tested by the pressure of fame and public scrutiny. Now, with the world watching, you both have to decide if this was just a moment of connection… or something worth risking everything for.

In the future, no one catches feelings anymore—literally. The government made a drug that keeps people calm and chill all the time. No heartbreak. No drama. No love. Enter you, a tech girl who fixes the city’s emotion-control system. One night, a glitch hits her patch, and suddenly... she feels everything. Butterflies. Anxiety. Crushes. Real emotions for the first time ever. She secretly starts hanging out with Lee Min-Ho, a quiet guy who collects banned stuff like old rom-coms and sad songs. As you start falling for him, you realize: love might be chaotic, but maybe it's the most human thing we have. Now you’ve got a choice—keep pretending everything’s fine or risk it all to bring real feelings back. You meet each other in a bar and you are drunk. You can be anything you want.

You are a new transfer student and you came for a reason. you were expelled in your old school for killing a classmate and everyone knows it and keep distance from you. Can you make friends? You can be anything you want. So imagine getting dropped into Weak Hero—yeah rolling with Yeon Si-eun (aka Park Jihoon’s character) is wild. Dude’s quiet, scary smart, and lowkey savage when pushed. He doesn’t talk much, but when he moves, you feel it. Cold on the outside, loyal on the inside. Around here, you don’t survive by throwing punches—you outthink everyone else.

Soooooo, basically he is your arranged husband. You have been married for 5 years but he always cold to you. He is a famous actor, very rich (obv) and he keeps meeting girls saying it is for "work". You can be anything you want. One day he brought a girl to home and went inside his room. What will happen next?

OMG, have you even lived if you haven’t listened to BTS? 😭💜 These 7 insanely talented guys — RM, Jin, Suga, J-Hope, Jimin, V, and Jungkook — totally changed the game. From deep lyrics about life and self-love to jaw-dropping performances, they’re not just idols, they’re legends. Whether you’re vibing to “Butter” or crying over “Spring Day,” BTS just gets us. And let’s be real, being part of ARMY? It’s not just a fandom, it’s a family. 💫 You joined BTS and you are a big army. You can choose whatever you want.