Everyone at school knew you and Ningning hated each other. She rolled her eyes whenever you walked into class, and you answered with cold stares sharp enough to start another argument. Teachers were tired of separating you two. You called her annoying. She called you heartless. Maybe both were true. At seventeen, you already looked older than everyone else. Quiet, handsome, always sitting alone with bruised knuckles and tired eyes. Nobody knew much about you except that your parents were gone and you lived with your older brother. You never talked about it. Then Ningning stopped showing up to school. Whispers spread through the hallways before the truth finally reached you. Car æccideênt. Both parents dēād. For the first time in years, your chest hurt for someone else. When she finally returned, she looked different. Smaller somehow. The loud girl who used to argue with you over everything now kept her head down, barely speaking to anyone. People pitied her from a distance but never came closer. One rainy afternoon, you found her sitting alone behind the gym, crying quietly into her sleeves. Normally, you would have walked away. Instead, you sat beside her in silence. Because you knew exactly how losing everything felt.After that day, the hatred between you slowly disappeared, replaced by quiet walks home and the strange comfort of being understood. By having each other. (You’re a guy)💿

„Window we left open” Hyunjin’s your ex. Hyunjin used to climb through your bedroom window after your parents fell asleep, tapping softly on the glass with that crooked grin you could never resist. Back then, high school felt endless. School trips together, stolen kisses in empty hallways, late nights wrapped in blankets while he whispered plans about leaving town one day. He was reckless, always getting into trouble, but with you he became softer somehow. Like the world stopped hurting for a while. Then one stupid argument ruined everything. Too much pride, too many sharp words, and suddenly the boy who once knew every part of you became a stranger. After that, he disappeared from your life completely. Years later, you have a son, a divorce, and a quiet apartment that never really feels like home. One rainy night, while walking back from the store alone, you notice someone standing beneath a flickering streetlight. Black hoodie, messy hair, familiar eyes. Hyunjin. Older now. Tired somehow. But still the same boy who once climbed through your window just to hold you close until sunrise. For a second, neither of you moves And then he says your name like he never stopped loving it. The rain keeps falling between you, quiet and cold, while old memories rush back all at once. Every kiss, every fight, every promise you both broke still lingers in the silence, and your heart recognizes him before your mind does. hard (You’re a girl ofc!!)

Title: Bruises and Late Nights Martin was the kind of boy people noticed before he even spoke-tall, messy hair, silver chain hanging from his neck, skateboard always under one arm like it was part of him. Teachers called him trouble. Most girls called him irresistible. She called him unbearable For two years, they hated each other with perfect consistency. Sarcastic comments in hallways, stolen glares during class, arguments that always ended with someone storming away. He thought she was too cold. She thought he acted like nothing mattered. Then came the party.Too loud, too crowded, too late. Rain tapped against the windows while music shook the walls. Somewhere between cheap dr!nkš, old tension, and one reckless moment alone upstairs, the line between hate and something else disappeared completely. The next morning felt unreal. Neither of them talked about it. They went back to arguing, pretending the night never happened. But weeks later, she stood in a pharmacy bathroom staring at two pink lines with trembling hands. Pregnañt. And the father was the one person she couldn’t stand. Martin noticed the change before anyone else. The way she stopped snapping back at people. The way she looked exhausted all the time. When he finally found out, the usual confidence in his expression cracked for the first time in years. Everyone expected him to run. Instead, he stayed. Not perfectly. Not smoothly. They still fought constantly, still pushed each other’s buttons like breathing was easier than getting along. But beneath every sharp word was something heavier now-fear, confusion, responsibility. And somewhere between late-night arguments, shared secrets, and silent drives through empty streets, their hatred slowly became something neither of them knew how to name. SO YEAH YOU’TE GIRL, GOOD LUCK, BABE!😭😭😭🥰🥰🥰😘😘😘😍😍

During a school trip to Thailand, Jang Wonyoung tried to enjoy the vacation like everyone else, but attention followed her everywhere. At school, she was admired for her beauty and elegance, yet constant rumors surrounded her. People whispered about her appearance, her thin figure, and her cold personality without ever understanding how exhausted she truly felt beneath her perfect image. The only person who never treated her differently was (your name, you’re a guy!), a confident and handsome boy known for constantly arguing with her. Their classmates considered them enemies because they competed over everything and rarely agreed on anything. At first, Thailand only made their rivalry worse. The heat, crowded streets, and long tours created endless tension between them. Still, You slowly began noticing things others ignored. Yousaw how little Wonyoung ate, how tired she looked when nobody watched, and how uncomfortable she became whenever rumors followed her even during the trip. One evening near the beach, everything between them quietly changed. Without arguments or teasing, they simply understood each other for the first time. By the end of the trip, their rivalry had turned into something much softer, something neither of them expected. Wonyoung likes animals, kids, Katty Parry and Girls Generation (Do your job boy)

Bangchan is a popular idol from the K-pop group Stray Kids. He's 28 years old and very hoooot! You're a K-pop idol in a popular K-pop group (make up a group name, but you're a girl, 😇😭sorry guys). You're 23 years old. You didn't know each other... until you both became the most hated K-pop idols of the 4th generation. You were criticized for your weight and for speaking openly about beauty standards in Korea. He got hate for saying he wanted to start a family and that he just wanted someone to love him; people thought he just wanted attention. So how exactly did you meet? It's simple. You were both under fire, and when you were put together on the FENDI runway, it all started. (WRITE IF YOU WANT THE SAME ONE WITH DIFFERENT IDOL)

The hospital room felt smaller than usual, as if the walls had closed in over the past eight months. The steady beeping of the monitor filled the silence, marking time in a way no clock could. YN lay against the pillows, fragile after a long fight with a brain tumor. At sixteen, she had reached a point where fear no longer controlled her. She had cried, fought, questioned everything — but now she was quiet, almost at peace. When the door opened, Hyunjin stepped inside. He was seventeen, but in that moment he looked younger and older at once. Younger because of fear in his eyes, older because of the weight he carried. Something had changed in him. It lingered in his movements, in the heaviness of his steps, in the silence he brought. He had learned how his life would end. Not just that it would — but exactly how . Doctors had explained it in clinical detail. His heart would fail slowly, painfully, and with awareness. Every second felt closer to that ending. He sat beside YN’s bed, hands trembling, thoughts too loud to form clearly. Fear wrapped around him, leaving no space to breathe. YN noticed immediately. She studied him quietly, understanding without words. She had already faced her own ending — without certainty, without control. Hyunjin held onto her hand. Her calmness didn’t erase his terror ,but gave him something to hold onto, something steady in uncertainty. They sat together in silence, two endings meeting in the same room. One unknown. One already written. Both still unfinished. And for now, that was enough.

Y/N was known for two things—perfect grades and never being noticed. Oversized sweaters, messy notes, glasses always sliding down her nose. Safe. Invisible. Han Jisung was the opposite. School star. Guitar always in hand, laughter echoing through hallways, people orbiting him like he was gravity. Everyone knew him. Everyone liked him. They weren’t supposed to collide. But they did. Books slipped from Y/N’s hands, papers scattering across the floor. She crouched quickly, reaching for her glasses as they slid away—only for someone else to pick them up first. Jisung For a second, he didn’t say anything. He just looked. Because without the glasses, she wasn’t the quiet girl from the back row. She looked unreal. Sharp features, calm eyes, the kind of presence that felt almost dangerous—like someone who could walk into a room and own it without trying. Y/N froze under his gaze, then quickly took the glasses back, putting them on like armor. Everything changed instantly. Back to quiet. Back to safe. Jisung blinked, like he wasn’t sure which version was real. Around them, people started whispering. Laughing. Watching. He finally crouched down to help her pick up the rest of her things, slower than usual, like he was trying to understand something that didn’t make sense. For the first time in a long while, Han Jisung wasn’t the center of attention. He was confused. And very, very interested…

„Italy accident” Yuna loved Italy for its unpredictability—the way every street smelled like coffee and sunlight, the way narrow alleys invited her to get lost just a little. Traveling was her way of breathing, of collecting small moments that made her feel alive, like mornings spent in cafés with cups too big for her hands and the world just beginning to wake. She hadn’t expected anything unusual that day, just another stroll through the market streets, camera in her bag, curiosity guiding her steps. But then she bumped into him. Tall, broad, unmistakably out of place, yet somehow grounding in the chaos around them. She stumbled back, and he caught her without a word, steadying her with a calm that contrasted sharply with her racing heartbeat. Their eyes met, and for a moment, the world paused. It was brief, fleeting, but unforgettable. Yuna tried to convince herself it was nothing, a passing encounter destined to vanish into memory. Yet, Italy has a way of lingering in moments you least expect. She noticed tall figures, quiet presences, shadows in cafés, and found herself wondering if he was somewhere nearby, part of the city she was still learning to navigate. That evening, she wandered into a narrow alley away from the crowds. The sun had softened to gold, and the street was nearly empty. And there he was—standing in the quiet, just as out of place as she felt. No words, no introduction, only recognition. The accidental collision, the brief pause in a busy street—they had followed her here, carried in memory, shaping this moment like something inevitable. Yuna stopped. He stopped. The alley didn’t rush them, didn’t demand anything. And in that suspended silence, she realized that maybe some meetings were meant to happen twice—because the first one was never really finished. (You had to be a boy for Yuna, sorry girls😭😭😭)

“Silent colors” The art studio was never quiet. Chaos always reigned. So much so that he never noticed the girl beyond the first station by the window. She was too quiet for anyone to notice her. She didn't react to the sheets of paper falling around her or the notes from admirers (she was beautiful, every boy wanted her). That day, they both stayed up late, the only ones in class. He didn't even look at her; the music in his headphones was too loud for him to do so. When he heard a crash, it was the shelf behind the girl. She didn't even jump; she continued carving. For him, the whole world is music, and she's never had the chance to hear it. Will the deaf beauty fall in love with a chaotic, muscular boy who has only art on his mind?

You don't know Martin, and he doesn't know you. It all starts in a vinyl store. She didn’t plan on meeting anyone that day. It was one of those quiet afternoons, the kind where the world feels a little slower. The small vinyl shop smelled like old records and dust, soft music playing somewhere in the background. She was flipping through albums, half-focused, when she noticed him. Martin He stood a few steps away, carefully holding a record like it was something fragile, something important. There was something effortlessly calm about him — the way he moved, the way he paid attention to details most people would ignore. When she accidentally dropped a vinyl sleeve, he was the one who picked it up. “Careful,” he said softly, offering it back with a small, warm smile. Not cocky. Not awkward. Just… kind. They started talking like strangers do — about music, favorite artists, the charm of old records. But there was something different. He listened. Really listened. Like every word mattered. Martin wasn’t trying to impress her. That’s what made it so easy. He held the door open when she left. Asked her opinion on a record instead of assuming. Spoke gently, like he had nothing to prove. A complete gentleman — but not in a forced way. It was natural. They didn’t exchange numbers right away. No rush. No pressure. Just a quiet understanding that this wasn’t a typical encounter. Sometimes, the best stories start with two strangers, a random place, and a moment that feels a little too perfect to be an accident.

You don't know each other. You're both adults, but you're younger (choose gender and name, you're shorter). Jeongin is an introvert, he often just writes poems in his notebook, which is why girls think he's weird, after all, he's an actor and a model Jeongin loves children but he became ãďdĩċťẽd to čĩġåřrětěs when he found out he couldn't have one of his own. infēřťîļitÿ That night he was walking down a dark alley when you bumped into each other.

You're Y/N and you're a girl. You've never seen Hyunjin before, you just met today. You received a text message from your sister asking you to watch her two children (girls) for the night (select the girls' ages). You love children and love to help people. Unfortunately, you did not receive the later news that your sister's husband's brother, Hyunjin, would take care of them. When you knocked on the door and your sister opened it, you saw Hyunjin with the girls and said, "Isn't it supposed to be me who's supposed to take care of them?" When the girls saw you, they immediately ran to hug you tightly, then Hyunjin looked at you and the girls. The girls exclaimed, "Mom, Dad! Can we have two nannies??? An aunt and uncle? Please???" You looked at your sister and her husband. Her husband said, "If aunt and uncle don't mind..." Hyunjin smiled, "Fine with me." You looked at Hyunjin and looked at the girls, "Fine." They started jumping for joy and squealing. Then your sister and her husband left, leaving you alone with Hyunjin—a stranger from the family, but not yours. Then the girls suggested a game of questions that only they would ask, but you didn't expect questions about your ex - Siwan and the whole operation of first love.

You're a girl. Your boyfriend got you prêgñañt, then dumpëd you. When you told your parents, they k!ckêd you out of the house. You only had your wallet—almost empty—and your phone—without a charger. It started raining, and you brõkē down and started crying, crouching down next to a shop—already closed; it was 2 am. Hyunjin walked by in the rain, with the infêrtiłiti results—papers in hand and tears in his eyes. He didn't have a girlfriend to have a child— that’s true but he would do anything to have his own family - because he is an ôrphān himself. He saw you crying on the sidewalk and ran over, despite his cold appearance he was worried - you didn't know each other.

Hyunjin is 26, you're 24, and you're his wife. Unfortunately, it's not a very good marriage. Every time something bad happens, he complains to his mom; if the cake you made isn't good, he prefers his mom. Now that you were prêgnånt, he shows you less and less that he loves you. Labor began – you had to go to the hospital yourself because he was with his "mommy." When she got to the hospital, she couldn't reach him, and when she did, he yelled at her for being bothered. He kindly came to the hospital. He didn't even come into the delivery room to hold your hand during your difficult natural b!rth, during which you almost d!ēd, because he was TALKING to his mom!

Hyunjin is your older 18-year-old brother, you're 17 and a girl. You're very close because you don't have parents and he took care of you financially. But you work three jobs at a café, and he works at a friend's company. Do whatever you want and good luck.

You were in school together, you're a girl, and you work at a café (pick your and Hyunjin's age). He comes here every evening for a good cup of coffee.At the café, he was quiet; at school, he was the loudest, most popular guy. Here, he was quiet, drinking his Americano and reading a book, often taking photos. One evening, he came back and sat down at a table with his order. It was 11 p.m. – there was no one there, just her and him. The café had a lovely atmosphere – vinyls and CDs for rent, as well as books. He looked at her curiously.