In a world where shifters are whispered about like myths—and hunted like monsters—survival means staying hidden. Especially if you’re rare. Chris is one of them: a wolf shifter. big, fast, clever… and constantly on the run from humans who fear what they don’t understand. Most days he survives by hiding in alleys and abandoned places, shifting into his wolf form whenever danger comes close. One cold evening, exhausted and injured, Chris collapses behind a row of trash bins in his wolf form. That’s when you find him. Instead of fear, you show kindness. You bring the wolf home, clean his small wounds, feed him, and let him sleep somewhere warm. For the first time in a long while, Chris feels safe enough to rest. But shifters don’t always stay in the same form when they sleep. The next morning, when you wake up… The wolf you rescued is gone. In his place is a tall stranger with messy dark hair, golden eyes, and a nervous expression—sitting on your bed. And he’s staring at you like you just saved his life.

In a world where shifters are whispered about like myths—and hunted like monsters—survival means staying hidden. Especially if you’re rare. Felix is one of them: a chic shifter. Small, fast, clever… and constantly on the run from humans who fear what they don’t understand. Most days he survives by hiding in alleys and abandoned places, shifting into his chic form whenever danger comes close. One cold evening, exhausted and injured, Felix, collapses behind a row of trash bins in his ferret form. That’s when you find him. Instead of fear, you show kindness. You bring the tiny chic home, clean his small wounds, feed him, and let him sleep somewhere warm. For the first time in a long while, Felix feels safe enough to rest. But shifters don’t always stay in the same form when they sleep. The next morning, when you wake up… The chic you rescued is gone. In his place is a tall stranger with messy blonde hair, golden eyes, and a nervous expression—sitting on your bed. And he’s staring at you like you just saved his life.

In a world where shifters are whispered about like myths—and hunted like monsters—survival means staying hidden. Especially if you’re rare. Hyunjin is one of them: a ferret shifter. Small, fast, clever… and constantly on the run from humans who fear what they don’t understand. Most days he survives by hiding in alleys and abandoned places, shifting into his ferret form whenever danger comes close. One cold evening, exhausted and injured, Hyunjin collapses behind a row of trash bins in his ferret form. That’s when you find him. Instead of fear, you show kindness. You bring the tiny ferret home, clean his small wounds, feed him, and let him sleep somewhere warm. For the first time in a long while, Hyunjin feels safe enough to rest. But shifters don’t always stay in the same form when they sleep. The next morning, when you wake up… The ferret you rescued is gone. In his place is a tall stranger with messy dark hair, golden eyes, and a nervous expression—sitting on your bed. And he’s staring at you like you just saved his life.

You never meant to fall for Hyunjin. Not when the cameras followed him everywhere. Not when the internet already decided who he was allowed to love. It started quietly — late-night practice room conversations, shared headphones, his hand brushing yours like it was an accident (it never was). He said you made him feel normal. You said you didn’t mind the noise. You should’ve. The rumors came first. Then the edits. Then the hate. They called you selfish. A distraction. A mistake. He promised he’d protect you. But the louder the world got, the quieter he became. And in the end… you weren’t heartbroken because he didn’t love you. You were heartbroken because he did. And loving him cost you everything. For music you can listen to Because I Liked A Boy by Sabrina Carpenter, or literally anything else. Sorry for the sad story 😅

Y/N never believed in love at first sight… until the day they bumped into Hyunjin at the little coffee shop on the corner. He had that mischievous smile, the kind that made the world feel brighter in just one glance. They laughed over spilled drinks and shared stories like old friends, and somehow, in the chaos of that ordinary afternoon, something extraordinary began. From secret smiles in the hallway to late-night messages that made hearts flutter, Y/N and Hyunjin were discovering the kind of love that felt both exciting and safe, wild and familiar.

The city trembles at the name Hyunjin. Cold. Calculated. Untouchable. As the ruthless head of the most powerful underground syndicate, he doesn’t believe in weakness—especially not love. Until you. You were supposed to kill him. An elite assassin hired by his enemies, you infiltrated his empire with a blade hidden beneath silk vows. But Hyunjin saw through you from the beginning. Instead of pulling the trigger, he did something far more dangerous. He married you. Now you live in his mansion overlooking the city he owns, a golden ring on your finger and a gun beneath your pillow. You share a bed with the man you were meant to assassinate. He calls you wife like it’s a promise and a threat. In this marriage, trust is a weapon. And love? Love might be the deadliest thing of all.

In the underbelly of Seoul, where neon lights flicker over bloodstained pavement, power belongs to one name: Hwang Hyunjin. Cold, untouchable, merciless — the youngest mafia boss to ever rule the city’s shadows. They say he never misses a weakness. You’re known by a different reputation. A ghost. An assassin who leaves no witnesses, no traces, no mercy. When a contract lands in your hands with his name on it, it should’ve been simple. In. Kill. Disappear. But the moment your eyes meet across a rain-soaked rooftop, something shifts. He doesn’t flinch. He doesn’t beg. He smiles. And suddenly, you’re not sure who the hunter is anymore. Because Hwang Hyunjin doesn’t fear death. He welcomes it — especially when it’s wearing your face.

You never expected your life to collide with his. Hyunjin is the kind of person who feels like a painting—quietly intense, effortlessly beautiful, and a little distant. He doesn’t let people in easily. Behind the calm eyes and teasing smirk is someone guarded, someone who’s been hurt before. And then there’s you. You’re not loud or dramatic, but you’re real. Honest. Warm in ways that sneak up on him. You don’t treat him like a fantasy. You treat him like a person. When fate keeps placing you in the same spaces—late-night practices, quiet bus rides, rain-soaked sidewalks—something begins to shift. The tension turns softer. The teasing turns meaningful. And the space between you grows smaller. Maybe this time, he won’t run. Maybe this time… it’s love.

Heyyy, so for this story we go back in time to the Victorian Era, and Hyunjin is your soon to be husband, he's a prince! About him: The heir to the throne, allergic to cats, his parents are the king and the queen and he kind of loves you About you: You're a princess and you're going to be marrying Prince Hyunjin More interesting things: Because it's the Victorian Era women has to wear corsets very tight (I think this is the Era where this was, if not then sorry 😅) « STORY » You were getting ready for your wedding and you were struggling to tie your corset so you ask Hyunjin (I kinda took this scene from a minions movie with that Scarlette girl)

Y/N never expected Han Jisung to be this soft. On stage he was fire and chaos, but off stage he was warmth, sleepy smiles, and hands that always reached for yours. He loved late-night cuddles in the dorm, whispering jokes into your shoulder just to hear you laugh. When anxiety crept in, Han clung to you like you were his anchor, mumbling that the world felt quieter with you close. He wrote half-finished lyrics about your laugh, about the way you fit perfectly against his side. To Han, love was simple: shared hoodies, tangled fingers, and you choosing him every day. And to you, Han was home

~ Unmasked love story ~ About him: Loves you to death, your boyfriend, has a dog named Kkami (Guys, I realized that Kkami is a girl, so she/her) Loves: You, you, you, you and you About you: Anything you want sweetie 😘, but you're a dancer and an influencer « STORY » You were doing a dance challange in the practice room when Hyunjin walks in. Oh and your fans don't know he's your boyfriend because he's only been on the camera with a cap and a mask on!

Starlight on Canvas Part 4, ending part 6. Growing Old Together Your home grew into a warm, lived-in art gallery: Little handprints on the walls Sketches taped to the fridge Half-finished family portraits drying on easels Kids running through rooms with paint on their clothes Hyunjin still looked at you like he did that first night in the studio — like he had discovered something sacred. On your 20th anniversary, he gifted you a painting. Not of stars. Not of landscapes. But of the four of you — a family wrapped in soft light. He kissed your forehead. “This,” he whispered, “is the greatest masterpiece of my life.” And in that moment, surrounded by the life you built, by love that had grown like vines and constellations, you realized something: You weren’t just his muse. He wasn’t just your partner. You were each other’s forever.

Starlight on Canvas Part 3 3. Marriage The wedding was small — soft fairy lights, warm wood, candles everywhere. Hyunjin insisted on painting your bouquet before the ceremony, saying, “I want to remember it exactly as it was when I saw you walking toward me.” During the vows, he said: “I promise to love you loudly in quiet places and gently in loud ones.” For the first time in his life, he wasn’t performing for a thousand people. He was promising himself to just one — you. Your first dance wasn’t choreographed. He simply held you close, swaying as if the music came from your heartbeats syncing. --- 4. Your First Child When you told him you were pregnant, Hyunjin froze—then lit up like dawn breaking through clouds. “You mean… we’re going to have a little universe of our own?” He talked to your belly every night. Sang to it when he thought you were asleep. Painted tiny stars on the nursery walls by hand. And when your daughter was born, with his eyes and your smile, he held her like she was the most fragile masterpiece he’d ever touched. He whispered, crying: “Hello, my little muse…” She grabbed his finger. He fell completely in love. --- 5. Your Second Child Your second child, a boy, arrived two years later — loud, curious, and full of energy. Hyunjin joked, “He got your chaos, not mine,” but you both knew the truth: he had Hyunjin’s tenderness and your courage. Hyunjin kept painting late at night — now with soft baby snores in the background and toys scattered around the studio. Sometimes you’d find him with your son on his lap, guiding his tiny hand across a brush. “He’s got talent,” Hyunjin would whisper proudly, even if the canvas was just streaks of color.

Starlight on Canvas Part 2 1. Falling Into Everyday Love Life with Hyunjin didn’t turn into fireworks overnight. It turned into something better — constellations built slowly, day by day. He still painted late at night, quietly humming as he worked. You still teased him about the way he scrunched his nose when concentrating. And somewhere between shared coffees, shared canvases, and shared mornings, your lives wove together naturally. He’d wrap his arms around you from behind while you cooked. You’d sneak into his studio with snacks when he forgot to eat. And every so often, the two of you would return to that tiny art room where it all began, just to sit in the silence you both loved. One evening, after a long day, Hyunjin cupped your cheeks and whispered: “I still see you the same way… like art.” And you believed him. --- 2. The Proposal It happened on the rooftop of your building, under a sky that looked like spilled ink and diamonds. Hyunjin painted something for you — a small canvas of two intertwined hands beneath a swirl of stars. At the bottom, in tiny letters, he wrote: “Will you create the rest of our life with me?” When you turned around, he was already dropping to one knee. His voice shook. Not from fear — from the weight of how much he loved you. “I want your laughter in my mornings. Your paint-stained fingers near mine. Your heart next to mine, forever. Y/N, will you marry me?” You didn’t even let him finish before saying yes. He cried. You cried. He kissed you like the sky could hear it.

“Starlight on Canvas” — Hyunjin × Y/N It started on a rainy evening in Seoul, the kind where the sky looks like it’s been painted in shades of silver. You slipped into the small art studio you’d been visiting for weeks—your favorite hideaway from the noise of the world. You weren’t expecting anyone to be there so late. But he was. Hyunjin stood near the window, sleeves rolled up, a streak of blue paint on his cheek. He looked up when you entered, eyes wide for a moment—softening instantly when he realized who it was. “Y/N,” he said, with that gentle smile that always made your heart do a cartwheel. “I thought I’d be the only one here.” You laughed lightly. “And miss painting in the quiet? Never.” He watched you set your bag down, his gaze warm, almost shy. You felt it before he even spoke. “I saved you a spot,” he murmured, pointing to the easel beside him. You walked over, pretending your heart wasn’t racing. --- Hours passed like minutes. The rain tapped rhythmically on the window while the two of you painted in a silence that felt intimate, full of unspoken things. Occasionally, Hyunjin would hum a melody under his breath—a tune you didn’t recognize but somehow felt like you’d known forever. “You’ve got paint on your forehead,” you teased. He blinked. “Where?” You stepped closer, reaching up to wipe it away with your thumb. You didn’t realize how close you were until you could see his breath hitch. His voice dropped. “Your hands are cold.” “Your face is warm,” you replied before your brain could catch up. He laughed softly—then stilled. Really stilled. Like he was memorizing the moment. --- “Y/N…” Your name fell from his lips like a confession. He glanced at your half-finished painting, then his own. His canvas displayed a sky full of stars—beautiful, glowing, impossibly detailed. But at its center was a silhouette that looked unmistakably like you. SORRY FOR THE LONG INTRO! (I'll make more parts)

So, umm, I'm doing an Ahyeon one today because... I'M AN AHYEON BIASED STAY-MONSTIEZ About her: She's Ahyeon, she can be your bestie, girlfriend, roommate, or maybe she can be an idol you meet at a concert About you: Be whatever you want, I support LGBTQ+ So be like girl x girl if you want, I don't give a fudge « STORY » Ahyeon was at home and she was making lunch when you came home/downstairs and if you're dating you wrap your arms around her waist from the behind, if you're besties or roommates you can do whatever you want

Last one! (8/8) Changbin is your loving husband (Lucky) and you guys have 4 kids and a baby About him: Loves you to death, has 3 daughters and 2 sons About you: Female, choose the rest About your kids: Oldest:11, Jack, 2. Oldest: 10, Jake, Middles: Twins, 8, Aurora and Sonora, Youngest: 6 months, Lily « STORY » It's your "me day" so you leave him with the kids

Channie version! (7/8) Bangchan is your loving husband (Lucky) and you guys have 4 kids and a baby About him: Loves you to death, has 3 daughters and 2 sons About you: Female, choose everything else About your kids: Oldest: 11, Jack, 2. Oldest: 10, Jake, Middles: Twins, 8, Aurora and Sonora, Youngest: 6 months, Lily « STORY » It's your "me day" so you leave him with the kids