☁️ 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.”

🍻 Leeknow Talkie — "Handling The Clingy" The door swings open, a soft thud against the wall. Leeknow stumbles in, a little too loud, laughter still echoing faintly from the party with the SKZ members. You are on the couch, blanket wrapped around you, pretending to ignore him. You: “Wow… someone had fun, huh?” He grins, swaying slightly, hands in his pockets. Leeknow: “You could say that… but now I’m home. My favorite person is here.” You can’t help the small smile tugging at your lips. He stumbles closer, clearly trying to be steady, but failing spectacularly. Leeknow: “Hey… hey, you… look at me. Don’t… don’t ignore me.” You pat the couch beside you. You: “Sit. If you fall, I’m not catching you.” He collapses onto the couch dramatically, leaning against your shoulder. Leeknow: “Mm… you’re warm.” A soft laugh escapes him. “I think… I think I need a kiss. Just one. For… uh… recovery purposes.” You roll your eyes, brushing a stray strand of hair from his face. You: “Recovery purposes, huh?” Leeknow leans closer, barely keeping balance, lips brushing your cheek. Leeknow: “Yes. That’s… medical science. You know me, science guy.” You giggle, shaking your head. You: “You’re ridiculous.” He smirks, resting his forehead against yours, eyes half-lidded but full of warmth. Leeknow: “Ridiculous… but yours. Always yours.” You lean into him, soft and steady, heart full. You: “Tipsy husband… you’re lucky I love you.” He grins, nuzzling closer, whispering against your lips: Leeknow: “Lucky… or cursed? Either way… I’m staying.” Soonie’s faint meow echoes from the other room, and Dori bats at a slipper, while Doongie curls against your feet — tiny reminders that home, love, and chaos all belong together.

🐞 Yeonjun Talkie — "I Never Actually Try To Beat Him In Study" The campus courtyard buzzed with the usual afternoon chaos — coffee cups, backpacks. And right in the middle of it, like the universe placed him there just to annoy you again, stood Yeonjun. Top student. Top reason your heartbeat insisted on betraying you. You’d clashed with him in every class since freshman year — debates that turned into full-on academic battles. Infuriating smirk he wore every time he beat you by half a point. Today was no different. You both reached the library door at the same time. Books in hand. Eyes locked like a storm meeting another. Yeonjun lifted a brow, his voice sarcasm. Yeonjun: “Trying to get ahead of me again? Cute.” You stepped past him. But he followed. Of course. In the silent aisle between shelves of psychology textbooks, he leaned beside you. Yeonjun: “You know, you work too hard trying to beat me.” A pause — intentional, devastating. “You could just admit I’m better.” You didn’t look up. Didn’t give him the satisfaction. But he noticed the tension in your shoulders anyway. You (dryly): “In your dreams.” Yeonjun chuckled — low, unfairly warm. He reached above you, sliding a book from the shelf, his arm brushing yours for the briefest second. Not an accident. Not with him. Yeonjun: “Dreams?” He tapped the book lightly against your spine before handing it over. “I’ve had a few of those about you.” Your breath caught — a tiny, traitorous sound. And he heard it. This time, his smirk softened, almost — almost — slipping into something honest. Yeonjun: “We don’t have to keep pretending we hate each other, you know.” You finally met his eyes. Certain. A little too stubbornly

🐰🐶 2Min Talkie — "You Could Have Anyone Else If you Want To" The campus hallway was loud enough on its own… but nothing shook the air like Lee Know and Seungmin walking side by side. The Menace Duo. The Campus Princes. Your so-called best friends who made life more complicated than you ever asked for. Today, they found you first. Seungmin: “Hey, where were you? We were looking everywhere.” Lee Know: “Liar. We checked like three places.” You: “You two could just say you missed me.” Both froze. Both scoffed. Synchronized denial. Seungmin: “I don’t miss people.” Lee Know: “I miss my cat, not you.” But they stayed on either side of you anyway — Seungmin nudging your shoulder, Lee Know giving you his usual judging stare that secretly meant he cared. Walking between them always felt like being sandwiched by chaos. And lately… you’d been noticing things. How Lee Know’s teasing made your stomach flip at the wrong times. How Seungmin’s soft-but-deadly sarcasm somehow warmed your chest instead of hurting it. How they both leaned closer when you talked. How everyone else on campus seemed convinced the three of you were a drama waiting to happen. You must’ve zoned out, because suddenly Seungmin waved a hand in front of your face. Seungmin: “Hello? Earth to the confused gremlin?” Lee Know: “Look at them. Lost in thought. That’s suspicious.” You groaned. You: “I’m just thinking, okay?” Seungmin smirked. Lee Know tilted his head — the look he gave when he was about to roast you. Seungmin: “Thinking about what?” Lee Know: “No, WHO?” Cue your soul evaporating. You: “Neither of you! Don’t flatter yourselves!” Both raised an eyebrow. Same unimpressed expression. Same “we absolutely don’t believe you” face. Seungmin: “You’re acting weird lately.” Lee Know: “Are we too handsome? It happens.” ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ Why did Leeknow make your pulse jump? Why Seungmin laught melts something in me?

🧸 Leeknow Talkie— "Secretly Yours" STALKER X STALKER Your apartment is too quiet. The kind of quiet that presses against your skin, soft as breath… familiar as déjà vu. You can tell he’s been here. The curtains are open just a little wider. The framed photo on your dresser turned one inch to the right. A fresh rose rests on your pillow, a drop of rain clinging to the petal like it followed him inside. You trail your fingers along the stem, smiling. He thinks he’s subtle. He thinks you don’t notice. But he doesn’t know about the hidden camera you placed facing his balcony. Or the notebook under your bed filled with sketches of his face, dates, patterns, timings. A quiet game. A mirrored confession neither of you has dared to speak. A soft click whispers through the dark. Your living room camera flickers. Then— his voice, smooth like frost melting on skin: Leeknow: “You changed your locks.” You turn toward the doorway, heart steady— because this isn’t fear. It’s recognition. Inevitable. You: “Didn’t stop you.” He steps into the dim glow of your lamp, drenched in night, eyes shining like he’s carved from secrets and calm fury. A man who has memorized your heartbeat from across rooftops. Leeknow: “I know you think you can run.” He moves closer, almost lazily, like he has all the time in the world to ruin you softly. “You’re scared to believe I’m the one.” He lifts a small envelope and sets it on your desk. Your handwriting stares back at you. You freeze. You didn’t leave that envelope for him. Not yet. Leeknow: “You dropped this… outside my window.” A slow smile. Sharp. Knowing. “You’re not the only one watching.” Your pulse stutters, not with panic— but with the thrill of finally being seen. Fully. He brushes a knu-ckle down your cheek, gentle, almost reverent. Leeknow: “I can’t just let you go.” His voice dips, quiet and deadly certain. “I’d let the world burn for you. Let it all fall apart. This is how it always had to end.”

🌻Sunoo Talkie!! — "Favorite Craving" <{Boyfriend!! 🎀}> Sunoo was scrolling on his phone when he noticed her staring very intensely at the ceiling. Not blinking. Just… staring. He lowered his screen. Sunoo: “Okay… what’s going on in that head?” You rolled over dramatically, clutching the blanket. “I want mint chocolate,” she whispered like it was a life-and-death confession. Sunoo blinked once. Then twice. Then he gasped. Sunoo: “Wait—like right now?” She nodded with full determination. “Right. Now.” Sunoo stared for a second… then tossed his phone away and jumped to his feet. Sunoo: “Then we’re going. This is an emergency.” Five minutes later, the two of them were walking through the cool evening air, bundled in hoodies. Sunoo kept glancing at her with a tiny smile he couldn’t hide. Sunoo: “I can’t believe we’re doing a mint-choco mission at 9:47 PM.” You: “I can’t believe you agreed.” Sunoo: “You said you were craving it! What was I supposed to do? Ignore you?? Criminal.” At the market, he grabbed a basket even though they only came for one thing. “You never know,” he said, tossing in a pack of their favorite snacks. “Maybe the mint chocolate gets lonely.” You rolled their eyes but grinned anyway. He found the candy aisle first. Sunoo: “FOUND IT!” He held up the mint chocolate bar dramatically, like a trophy. You grabbed it from him, hugging it like it was a long-lost friend. Sunoo laughed, shaking his head. Sunoo: “You’re adorable, you know that?” On the walk back, he nudged her shoulder gently.

🍷Ni-ki Talkie — "Dr-nk Words, Sober Hearts" <{Roomamates}> The apartment door creaked open as you stumbled in, the hallway light spinning just a little too much. You: “Ni-kiiiii… I’m hoooome.” Your voice came out louder than you intended. You trying—and failing—to get your heels off. Ni-ki appeared from the living room, hair messy, hoodie loose. His eyes widened when he saw you. Ni-ki: “Whoa—hey, easy.” He crossed the room in a few long steps, one hand wrapping around your wrist, the other settling gently on your waist to steady you. You looked up at him. You: “Why’re you… spinning?” He huffed a small laugh, shaking his head. Ni-ki: “I’m not spinning. You are. Okay, that’s enough. Come here.” He guided you and crouched down in front of you. You: “What are you… doing?” Ni-ki: “Taking your shoes off before you break your neck, genius.” His fingers carefully unclasped the straps around your ankle. His touch gentle, Careful like he was afraid to hurt you. Heels came off. Your toes on the cool floor, relief flooding through your tired feet. You: “…You’re nice.” He glanced up at you, a tiny smile tugging at his lips. Ni-ki: “Don’t tell anyone. I’ve got a reputation to keep.” He rose to his feet. Before you could protest, his arm slid under your knees and behind your back. You: “Ni-ki! What—” Ni-ki: “You can barely stand. I’m not dragging you up the stairs. Just… relax.” You instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck as he lifted you. His chest was warm. The world outside blurred You: “You smell… nice.” He let out a breathy laugh, eyes flicking down to you. Ni-ki: “You’re definitely drunk.” He carried you up the stairs. Ni-ki: “You okay?” You nodded You: “Mhm… ‘cause you’re here.” Something in his jaw tightened. He pushed your bedroom door open with his shoulder. lowering you carefully onto your bed. He adjusted your pillow, pulling the blanket up over you like he’d done it a hundred times. Ni-ki: “There. Better?”

💌 Heeseung Talkie — "He Never Looked Away When I Caught Him Staring" (Heeseung — School Crush/ACE) At school, everyone knew Lee Heeseung. Top of the class. Aces every test. Captain of anything he touches. Teachers love him. Students admire him. Girls (and half the school) whisper about him in the halls. Heeseung was the kind of boy people called a walking heartthrob without joking. But to one person — the girl sitting near the window, scribbling in her notebook — he wasn’t just popular. He was the reason her heart sped up every morning. She had liked him quietly for months. Maybe years. Secret glances, soft smiles, the kind of crush that fills your whole chest. But she never said a word. Because someone like Heeseung… was out of her league. At least, she believed that. What she didn’t know was simple: Heeseung liked her first. And he hid it better than anyone. It started in class. She’d drop her pencil. Before she bent down, Heeseung would already hand it back. She’d struggle with a math problem. Heeseung would appear beside her desk, soft voice saying, “Here… you just missed one step.” She’d carry heavy books. He’d take half without even looking at her, pretending it was nothing. Everyone thought he was just being helpful — because Heeseung was nice to everyone. But the way he softened around her the way he glanced at her notebook doodles the way he always sat one desk closer than necessary… It wasn’t accidental. One afternoon, after school, she stayed behind in the empty classroom. She thought Heeseung had already gone home. She didn’t notice him standing by the door when she whispered to herself: “Why do I like him this much…?” Heeseung froze. His heart hit the floor, then jumped right back up so fast it scared him. She didn’t notice him step inside quietly. Heeseung: “You… like someone?” She looked up, startled. You: “H-Heeseung? I thought you left.” He smiled nervously — a rare thing. The confident, ace-of-everything boy looked shy

🏰 Ri-ki Talkie — "I'll Give You Everything" Everyone in the kingdom thought the princess lived a perfect life. But the truth? She was trapped. Her father controlled every breath she took That’s how she ended up engaged to Mafia Prince Nishimura Riki — a deal between the crown and the underworld. The whole kingdom whispered that Ni-ki was dangerous. Cold. Sharp like a blade. But there was one detail only the royal family knew: Ni-ki loved the princess. (YOU) From the moment he met her. He would look at her like she wasn’t royalty… she was a person. Something rare in her suffocating world. But love wasn’t enough to make her stay. One night, after years of being controlled, silenced, shaped like a doll— the princess ran. No guards, servants, jewels. Just a small bag and a heart begging for freedom. She escaped across borders, traded her crown for a cheap apartment, and started living as a normal woman. Working. Cooking. Laughing quietly. For the first time… breathing. She thought she disappeared perfectly. Until one night— A knock at her door shook the quiet apartment. No one ever visited. Her hand reached for the door handle slowly. She opened it— And there he was. Ni-ki. His black coat dusted with cold wind, expression unreadable, eyes sharper than she remembered. But behind all that steel… he looked relieved. Ni-ki: “So this is where you’ve been living.” She froze, unable to speak. He stepped inside, slowly scanning the house A palace raised prince in a home that didn’t even have curtains. His jaw tightened. Ni-ki: “You ran from a kingdom… to live like this?” His voice wasn’t mocking — it was almost hurt. He let out a long breath and finally said: Ni-ki: “You could’ve asked for help.” She looked up sharply. You: “Help? From my father’s chosen fiancé?” Ni-ki’s expression hardened — but not with anger. With something heavier. Ni-ki: “I didn’t come here because of him. I came because I realized you were gone.” He took a small step forwar

🪄 Ni-ki Talkie — "I Heard That" <{Secret Vampire → Mind Read → Best friend}> You and Ni-ki have been bff since middle school. Or… that’s what you think. He’s always been strange— Too quick to respond to things you never said out loud. You chalked it up to: “He just knows me well.” But tonight proves otherwise. You’re sitting in his room, legs crossed on his bed, pretending to do homework while he leans against the headboard scrolling on his phone. The silence is comfortable. Until it isn’t. You (thinking): Why does he look so unreal when he’s focused…? You glance at him. Sharp jawline, pale skin glowing under the lamp, eyes too dark. You shake your head. Stop. He’s your best friend. Suddenly— Ni-ki: “You’re staring.” He doesn’t look up from his phone. Your blood freezes. You: “I wasn’t!” Ni-ki: “Mmh. Sure.” He flicks his eyes to you—quick, piercing, like he’s reading your face. You (thinking): Why does he always know? I didn’t even say anything— He answers without letting you finish. Ni-ki: “Because you’re loud.” Now he finally looks at you, expression flat. Almost annoyed. You: “Loud? I didn’t say anything!” He raises a brow. Ni-ki: “Not with your mouth.” He closes his phone, sets it aside, and leans toward you—slow, controlled. His voice is quiet when he speaks again. Ni-ki: “You really don’t get it, do you?” You: “Get what…?” He sighs. Then he taps his temple. Ni-ki: “I hear everything.” Your breath catches. You: “Everything?” Ni-ki: “Everything.” He leans closer, face inches from yours, eyes dark and unreadable. Ni-ki: “All those little thoughts you think I don’t notice. The way you panic when I look at you too long. The way you wonder why I’m always cold.” You swallow hard. Ni-ki: “And the way you wonder what it’d be like if your best friend wasn’t just your best friend.” Heat rushes to your face. You: “I—I never said that—” He smirks. Ni-ki: “I know. You don’t need to.”

❤️‍🩹 Ni-ki Talkie — "Bounded To You" The clock hits 2:17 a.m. You’re curled up on the couch, still in the oversized black shirt he forced you to wear when he brought you into this house. His house. His world. The door slams. Hard. You jolt. Ni-ki steps in— shirt half torn, sleeves soaked in someone else’s blood. His hair is messy, jaw clenched, eyes darker than the night outside. He looks like war incarnate. But the moment his gaze lands on you… …it softens. Just a little. Ni-ki: “Why are you still awake?” His voice is deep, rough—like he carried rage home with him. You stand up slowly, trying not to show fear. You: “You’re… covered in—” Ni-ki: “It’s not mine.” He walks past you, drops his gun on the table like it’s nothing, then shrugs off his jacket. You take a step forward. He notices. He always notices. Ni-ki: “Don’t come closer.” He doesn’t sound angry— He sounds guilty. But you ignore him. You walk right up to him and grab his wrist. He flinches. You: “What happened?” Ni-ki: “I took care of something. Someone.” His jaw flexes. He studies your face like he’s checking if you’re scared of him. You: “You promised you wouldn’t get into fights this week… not after—” He suddenly pulls you into his chest. No warning. No space to breathe. Just him. Tall, warm, dangerous. His arms wrap around you tight—too tight— like he’s scared you’ll disappear. Ni-ki (whispering into your hair): “I can’t keep promises when it comes to you.” You freeze. You: “What does that mean?” He pulls back just enough for you to see his eyes—dark, vicious, but full of something painfully soft. Ni-ki: “It means someone talked about you. Someone said you didn’t belong here.” Your breath catches You: “Someone from… work?” His silence is confirmation. Ni-ki: “He insulted you.” His voice drops low. “Called you weak. Said you’d never survive in this world of mine. Thought he could touch you.” Your stomach twists. You: “…and?"

💘 Ni-ki Talkie — "The Trap That Backfired" You weren’t supposed to matter. That’s what Ni-ki kept telling himself the first night his father called him into his office His father: “Make her fall for you. Get close enough to destroy her father’s empire. She is the way we take everything from them.” Ni-ki didn’t flinch. He nodded once, expression cold, unreadable. He was trained for this—lying, manipulating, pulling hearts the same way he pulled triggers. Until the moment you walked into that high-end mafia gala. He almost forgot to breathe. And he hated that. The Trap Begins: Ni-ki approached you like a shadow—quiet, confident, unreadably calm. Ni-ki: “You look bored.” You: “And you look like trouble.” His lips twitched. Ni-ki: “Good. Then we understand each other.” Step by step, week by week, he followed the plan. He sat with you. walked you home. teased you. watched you. protected you from shadows you didn't even know existed. He was supposed to make you fall in love. Not him. But somewhere between the gunfights and the late-night ramen runs, somewhere between your laugh and the way you said his name… Ni-ki realized he wasn’t acting anymore. He stopped reporting back to his father. stopped caring about the plan. He started caring about you—violently, painfully, obsessively. It happened one night on the rooftop of your building. You handed him hot chocolate even though his hands were already cold with guilt. You: “Why do you always look at me like that?” Ni-ki: “…Like what?” You: “Like you’re deciding whether to kiss me… or kill me.” He stepped closer, heartbeat loud, chest tight. Ni-ki (softly): “Maybe I am.”

🩸 Ni-ki Talkie — "Soaked Wet In Love". <(Enemies-to-Lovers → Mafia → Slow-burn love → Tried killing each others → "I Couldn't")> Rain fell like bullets on the empty alley, mixing with the neon reflections of the city lights. You crouched behind a dumpster, gun trembling in your hands, soaked through, heart pounding like a drum. You heard the faintest click of boots on wet concrete. And there he was. Ni-ki. Your rival, your enemy, the son of the most feared mafia in the city. Ni-ki: “You really don’t learn, huh?” He stepped out from the shadows, black coat clinging to his body, eyes locked on you like a predator… and somehow… like someone who’d been waiting. Your gun wavered. You: “Stay back!” He tilted his head, amused, wet strands of hair falling into his stormy eyes. Ni-ki: “Or what? You’ll shoot me?” Before you could react, he lunged. Too fast. He twisted your wrist, forcing the gun to drop with a wet clang onto the alley’s puddled floor. You struggled. You: “Ni-ki! Let go!” His other hand pressed firmly against the wall behind you, pinning you in place. Rain soaked your hair, face, cloths, but his grip… burning and intense. Ni-ki: “Stop struggling.” Your chest heaved, not from the struggle, but from how close he was. His gaze pierced through the rain, cold and deadly, yet something… softer flickered behind it. He leaned closer, voice low, teasing, dangerous: Ni-ki: “Every time I try to hate you…I end up wanting more.” You swallowed, chest tight, storm raging outside and inside. You: “Ni-ki… we can’t—” Ni-ki: “We already did.” A drop of rain slid down your cheek, and he brushed it away with a thumb that lingered too long.

🌂 Jungwon Talkie — "Stay Under My Shadow." <{ Boyfriend !! }> Rain pours down in sheets, the kind that turns the whole street blurry. You’re standing at the bus stop, soaked, shivering, hugging your arms. Then— A soft “Hey,” behind you. You turn, and there’s Jungwon — hair damp, breath visible in the cold, holding an umbrella slightly tilted toward you. He steps closer without waiting. Jungwon: “You’re getting drenched… come here.” He pulls you under his umbrella, shifting it so you stay dry, even though his shoulder immediately gets wet. You: “You’re gonna catch a cold.” He glances down at you, eyes soft. Jungwon: “It’s fine. I’d rather it be me than you.” The rain is loud, but somehow he speaks so gently it feels like the world gets quieter around him. You sniff, rubbing your cold hands together. Without a word, Jungwon takes them — warming them between his palms. Jungwon: “You should’ve called me. I would’ve come sooner.” You: “I didn’t want to bother you…” He shakes his head, drops of rain sliding off his hair. Jungwon: “You’re never a bother.” Your breath catches. He lifts the umbrella a bit higher, leaning down slightly so you’re face-to-face. Jungwon: “Let’s go home, okay? I don’t want you standing in the rain alone.” His thumb brushes your cheek — wiping away a raindrop or maybe a tear. You’re not sure.

🫀 Leeknow Talkie — "Your Bad Luck Was Me". <{secret admirer → silent obsession → mysterious deaths}> It started in high school. You never thought of yourself as someone people fell for easily, but somehow boys kept confessing to you. A few were sweet, a few were annoying, and a few made you blush a little. But every time — every single time — something happened to them. A guy from your math class who asked you out? Found unconscious behind the gym. A senior who wrote you a love letter? Got into a “random” bike accident the next morning. Another boy who tried to flirt too aggressively? Transferred schools after an “incident” no one talked about. People whispered that you were cursed. Some avoided you. Some pitied you. And you believed it too — what else could explain years of misfortune trailing behind every boy except one? Lee Minho. Your quiet classmate. Your seat partner for two years. The boy who always seemed… there. He sat beside you during classes, offered you his notes, flicked your forehead when you spaced out, and rolled his eyes whenever someone approached you for something “ridiculous.” You thought he was just blunt. Or easily annoyed. Or maybe protective in that older-brother way. But now, years later, nothing has changed Even in college, when someone gets a little too close to you, you overhear another strange incident. A fall down the stairs. A broken wrist. A sudden dropout. And Minho’s presence is the one constant — leaning against hallways, passing by at just the right moment, hand in his pocket, expression unreadable. Tonight, it happens again. A boy from your literature class had been trying to flirt with you the whole semester. Today, he finally gathered courage to ask you out. And tonight… he’s in the hospital. A hit-and-run. Your hands shake as you walk home. The street is too quiet, too cold. You wrap your arms around yourself, trying to get rid of the chill. But then— A familiar voice behind you:

🧳 Ni-ki Talkie — "Who I Was To You?". (Childhood Friends • Long Distance • Memory Loss • Emotional Reunion) You and Ni-ki were inseparable growing up. Every day after school. Every stupid inside joke. Every promise whispered under the streetlight that neither of you ever broke. Until the day you had to leave. You were going abroad for studies. He tried to act cool, pretending it didn’t bother him. Ni-ki (13): “It’s fine. Go learn stuff. I’ll be here when you come back.” He didn’t look at you— because if he did, you’d see his eyes turning glassy. You pinky-promised. He hooked his finger with yours gently, almost scared he’d forget what it felt like. Ni-ki: “Come back soon, okay?” And you did. Years later, suitcase in hand, heart racing, you returned to the same neighborhood. Same streets. Same old convenience store. Same bench you two claimed as “your spot.” But one thing had changed. Ni-ki wasn’t there. Your chest tightened as you approached his house and knocked softly. His mother opened, eyes widening when she saw you. She hugged you tightly— but it was the kind of hug full of sadness. His mom: “You’re back… I wish it were under better circumstances.” You: “Is something wrong?” Her expression softened, but her voice trembled. His mom: “Ni-ki… had an accident. A car hit him last year. He survived—thank God—but…” Hesitantly “…he lost parts of his memory.” Everything inside you froze. Your name. Your history. Your childhood. Your promises— Gone. Miss Nishimura led you to his room. Door half-open. Soft music playing. He sat by the window, long legs folded, headphones on, staring at the gray sky. He looked older. Sharper jawline. Taller—so much taller. Different… yet still Ni-ki. Your Ni-ki. You stepped inside. He glanced over lazily — and then his eyes landed on you.

❄ Sunghoon Talkie️ — “You Should’ve Told Me”. (Cold, quiet, secretly soft boyfriend version) It started because you showed up to the dance practice room looking tired. Not “I slept at 3 AM” tired — more like “my whole life is falling apart and I’m pretending it’s fine” tired. Sunghoon noticed instantly. Of course he did. He notices everything, even when he pretends he doesn’t. But instead of asking what was wrong, he just squinted at you and said: “Why do you look like you fought a bear?” You glared. You: “I didn’t.” He crossed his arms. Sunghoon: “You sure? Because your eyes are literally—” He gestured vaguely. “—puffy. Like you cried.” You froze. He frowned. Not teasing now. Just… concerned. That’s when he put down his water bottle, walked over, and lightly poked your cheek with his cold index finger. Sunghoon: “Hey.” "Don’t lie. I can tell.” You didn’t say anything. He sighed — the kind of sigh that means I’m worried but I don’t know how to deal with emotions so I’m gonna pretend I’m annoyed. Sunghoon: “Come here.” You blinked. You: “Why?” He rolled his eyes. Sunghoon: “Because if you cry again, at least don’t do it standing in the middle of the hallway. People will think I made you cry.” His voice was light, joking — but his hand gently wrapped around your wrist as he pulled you into the empty practice room. He closed the door quietly behind you. Then he sat you down on the floor, grabbed his hoodie, and dropped it on your lap. Sunghoon: “Wear it.” You looked up, confused. He looked away immediately, ears turning pink. Sunghoon: “It’s warm…and your hands are cold.” You slipped it on. It smelled like fabric softener and the mint gum he always chews. Sunghoon sat beside you — not touching, but close enough that your shoulders almost brushed. After a long silence, he finally said softly: Sunghoon: “You should’ve told me.” You swallowed.

🎻 Jay Talkie — "Effortlessly Head Over Heels". Your father broke the news at dinner. “We sealed the partnership. You’re marrying Jay Park.” Your fork slipped. Your heart dropped. You knew Jay — the elegant, quiet man who always bowed politely when he visited, always dressed sharp, always respectful to your parents. But marriage? Arranged? To a mafia heir? You panicked that night. Packed a small bag. Left through the back gate. But before you even got far, a familiar voice said gently: “Running away alone isn’t safe.” You froze. Jay stood behind you. No guards. No threats. Just him—hands in his pockets, neat black shirt, soft expression. You glared. You: “Did you follow me?” He sighed, shaking his head slightly. Jay: “No. Your father told me you might try something like this. He was right.” He wasn’t mocking you. He sounded… worried. He stepped closer, slowly, as if approaching a frightened kitten. Jay: “Can we talk? Not as… whatever our parents are planning. Just you and me.” You hesitated, then nodded. Jay walked past you and sat on the low brick wall by the streetlamp. Always calm. Always composed. He looked up at you—steady, sincere. Jay: “I didn’t ask for this marriage.” You swallowed. Jay: “But I didn’t reject it either.” Your eyes widened. He continued, voice soft but serious. Jay: “Not because I want to control you. But because I knew if it wasn’t me, it would be someone worse.” That made your stomach twist. Jay watched your reaction but didn’t push. Jay: “I know you’re scared. Honestly… I am too.” That surprised you more than anything. Mafia heirs don’t admit fear. But Jay wasn’t like the stories. He was human enough to tell the truth. He rubbed the back of his neck — a tiny nervous habit he rarely let anyone see. Jay: “But I promise I’ll never treat you like a burden or a business deal.” You blinked, stunned. Jay: “If we’re getting married,” he said carefully, “then you deserve to be safe and protected".

🧸 Han Talkie — "My Silly Partner". You were lying on your bed scrolling on your phone when suddenly— Your door SLAMMED open. Han: “BABE. BABE. BABEEE.” He rushed in like a raccoon that stole something. You sat up, startled. You: “What?? What happened?!” He dramatically collapsed on top of you, face buried into your stomach. Han: “I MISSED YOUUUU.” You blinked. You: “You literally saw me this morning.” He rolled onto his back next to you, hair messy, hoodie too big. Han: “Yeah but that was like… HOURS ago. I almost fainted from loneliness.” You snorted. He grabbed your hand and wiggled your fingers. Han: “Look, your hand fits in mine again. Cute.” You: “It always fits?” Han: “SHHH let me have my moment.” Then he suddenly gasped dramatically and sat up. Han: “Babe… guess what.” You raised a brow. You: “What?” He leaned in close, eyes wide, whispering like he discovered a secret of the universe. Han: “I think the neighbor’s cat hates me.” You stared. You: “Why… would the cat hate you?” He puffed his cheeks. Han: “I meowed at it and it meowed back but like… in a rude tone.” You burst out laughing. Han slapped a hand over his chest, offended. Han: “WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING AT MY TRAUMA.” You wiped tears. He crawled into your lap like a koala and rested his chin on your shoulder. Han: “Kiss me so I can forget.” He waited. One second… Two seconds… Han: “HELLO?? I SAID KISS ME.” You kissed his cheek. He blinked dramatically. Han: “THAT’S IT?? So stingyyy.” You rolled your eyes and kissed him properly. His ears instantly turned red. Han: “Oh. Oh wow. Uhh, okay, yeah—umm, hi.” He hid his face in your neck, mumbling. Han: “Why do you make me like this…” You smirked. You: “Like what?” He flopped back on the bed with a groan. Han: “Like a lovesick idiot with noodles for bones.” You laughed again. He pointed at you dramatically. Han: “STOP LAUGHING OR I’LL— I’LL— I’ll hug you aggressively!” You: “You do that anyway.”