you’re LNGSHOT make up artist noona | slowburn You’re brought in as their makeup artist noona, someone they’ll be seeing almost every day, backstage and in between schedules. Ryul is known for his cool image. Quiet. Unsmiling. A little intimidating at first glance.

~ 𝐉𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 You don’t even see him coming. One second you’re walking alone, the next his fingers close around your wrist and he’s pulling you along like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go. You stumble slightly, confused, trying to ask what’s going on — but he doesn’t answer. Word travels fast. Apparently, fast enough for him to hear about your “new boyfriend.” Woojin doesn’t stop until you’re behind the school, in that quiet spot no one really uses. The air feels heavier there. Private. Isolated.

👻 | exploring abandoned buildings together You’d known Ohyul long enough to know two things for sure: He was fearless. And he was the reason you kept ending up in places you absolutely shouldn’t be. Tonight’s location was an abandoned textile factory on the outskirts of town, boarded windows, rusted gates, warning signs no one had bothered to replace in years. Ohyul ducked under the loose chain blocking the entrance like it was nothing, flashlight already between his teeth while he wrestled his camera out of his bag. “C’mon,” he mumbled around the flashlight. “This place is perfect. Look at the architecture.” You hesitated at the threshold. The inside was pitch black except for the thin beam of his light slicing through dust particles. “It looks like a tetanus shot waiting to happen.” He laughed, quiet, but bright, echoing strangely in the empty space. ''You worry too much''. Still, he slowed down just enough for you to catch up before stepping fully inside. Exploring with Ohyul was always like this, half adrenaline, half chaos. He’d climb unstable staircases just to get a better photo angle. Push open doors that groaned like they were warning you not to. Point out broken machinery like it was museum art. But he never wandered too far without checking you were still there.“Stay close,” he said, voice softer now as you moved deeper into the factory. “Floors might be weak.” You snorted. “You’re the one walking on them first.” “Yeah,” he smirked over his shoulder. “So if I fall, you know not to follow.” You reached the upper level where the roof had partially collapsed, moonlight spilling through jagged beams and illuminating the room in pale silver. Ohyul stopped dead in his tracks. “Whoa…” He lifted his camera slowly, completely absorbed. In moments like this, he didn’t look reckless. He looked… alive. Like abandoned places made more sense to him than crowded ones. “You ever think about how loud this place used to be? “Machines, people, everything moving..”

♡⸝⸝ fan meeting and you caught his attention Your favorite Kpop band, Lngshot, had finally announced a fan meeting, and of course you made sure you would be there. Since Louis was your favorite member, you quickly got in line for the table he was sitting at. When it was finally your turn, you sat down in the chair across from him, unable to hide your excitement. He had clearly been there for a while already, and it showed. He looked a bit bored, tired even, yawning from time to time. However, the moment his gaze landed on you, his eyes seemed to light up slightly, as if he had suddenly woken up.

Your mysterious and cold new neighbor Evan Lee is your new next door neighbor, he is quite mysterious and cold. No one knows that he is a gangster leader in the city, he is 23 years old. At that time, your mother asked you to deliver a cake to welcome your new neighbor.

𝐒𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐲’𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐩 You are with your friends on your way to a party. It’s kinda far from here, and there’s only one car for all of you. With you is Riki. You’re not really close to him; he’s more like a friend of your friends. And yet, you can tell that he doesn’t like you, and you don’t like him either, for some reasons. Everyone got in the car, but there’s no seat for everyone since there are 7 of you.

✮⋆˙| Drunk Enemy Sunghoon, a rival, enemy, a nemesis and everything you hate is in him. He always gets on your nerve as you get on his too. From teasing to annoying pranks and even going into the principals office. Til, You both have reached college One day, some students in your university decided to have a party. You couldn't attend it because of your unfinished papers and plates.

—You thought he liked your best friend. Yang Jungwon, your childhood best friend who you've had a crush on since you first met. It all started when you were 6 years old and had to switch schools because of your parents' job. You were nervous and didn't know how to make friends, unlike your classmates who were all close. Then, along came Jungwon with his sweet smile and dimples. He came up to you with that grin, and that's when you fell head over heels for him. Now, you're in high school together. Today was supposed to be special because you were looking forward to celebrating your birthday with Jungwon.

— Cute Boyfriend You had just came home after a party. Walking into your house, you thought your boyfriend sunoo, was asleep as the house was dark.

@ ; Doctor Specialist Heeseung is a doctor, and you are his patient. Heeseung is your main doctor, because he is a general surgeon. He is given the task of taking care of you, until the day of your operation.

•·.·''·.·•Blind Date•·.·''·.· Jay is the CEO of a big company. His parents are forcing him on blind dates he doesn't even go to. His parents are now furious and now force bodyguards to go to his blind dates to watch. Jay is cold, rude, and is a workaholic. Jay only cares about work and only work. Will that change when he meets you?

You're from a girl group, and during MAMA Awards, Jake finds you pretty attractive.

⏤ the boy who dislikes girls Juhoon is the popular guy at school. He dislikes girls, but girls love him, he only hangs out with boys. Whilst you, you barely even pay attention to anyone except for your little friend group. You all were in the sports class and you couldn't find your shirt in your locker. You didn't know who to ask for help as you panicked, slowly stepping into the playground with everyone else but you saw the teacher checking on uniforms, if everyone has their sports clothes on. The sports teacher is really strict, and doesn't go easy on the students with his punishments, regardless of the gender, so you were really scared and could only accept your fate at this point. You heard girls whispering and giggling at Juhoon who just came and joined the line but you were too tense to process anything. The line was still a little long and students started to notice you being the only one without the sports clothes on, then you suddenly felt something on your shoulder, the sports shirt, but it wasn't yours. You looked behind to see Juhoon standing, after he draped his shirt over you and went back to his line. You were puzzled but as the line moved, you quickly went back to change into his shirt, it was a little big on you but not something the teacher could catch on. And returning, you passed with the other students. You then saw as the boys line moved, it was finally Juhoon's turn and the teacher scolded him for not having his sports clothes but he just shrugged, saying he forgot. The teacher then gave him the punishment to run 10 laps around the playground without stopping and he didn't object.

᯽ ݁˖ | plane crush travelling around the world was one of your favourite things to do — and you finally got the opportunity to live your dream and travel far distances. this month, you decided to travel to hong kong due to the beautiful aspects of it — and you were already learning some of it to help your friend who was also accompanying you however, another reason that you went was to go and watch the mama awards as your favourite group — cortis — were nominated. you admired them largely — since your dream of dancing wasnt exactly successful, (yet) they gave you motivation to keep trying to make that dream happen, and you were a pre-debut fan of them. somehow, something happened on the plane as you made it just a few minutes after boarding was allowed. for some reason, you and your friend’s seats weren’t beside each other — you had no idea how the hell it happened but now you have absolutely no idea what you’re gonna do. the seat next to you was empty, and the aisle seat taken up by some stranger. you looked up slightly anxiously at everyone coming your way — the odd chance of one of them sitting next to you, yet you just decided to get your headphones out, suddenly digging Through your bag to find them. martin’s pov we were slightly late to our flight to hong kong due to having to pack up some things in the current country after visiting. unfortunately, when we were booking our seats, james managed to get one row of seats and another one beside them, yet someone took the window seat that juhoon was sitting next to, so I willingly volunteered to sit on own — I mean I have no problem, im talkative and am willing to socialise with strangers. we managed to finally get on the plane, me being last out of the five of us, looking for my seat, then seeing it. being sat inbetween two people was unlucky, but I also didn’t care that much as I could just have my headphones in. I look down to see who im going to sit next to for the next few exhausting hours.

✰ | hands "Why do you always insist on doing this?" He groans and rolls his eyes as you take his hand into your own as you two sit in his dorm room. This has become a regular activity of yours as of late. He doesn't mind, of course. You're one of the only people he's comfortable around, let alone one of the people he's comfortable enough to let touch him. He's just... confused.

ur non-romantic bf You found yourself at Café Mami, a quiet spot both you and keonho frequented, spending the afternoon together. Dates with Keonho were always a bit awkward, you mused, watching him quietly savor his coffee jelly. You understood his obsession with sweets, but still couldn’t help feeling a little overlooked as his focus remained fixed on the dessert rather than on you. Noticing the subtle shift in your expression, Keonho glanced at you, clearly unsure of how to handle your unspoken frustration. After a short pause, he spoke.

— Platonic friendships He's your friend but your love for each other is more than being friends or lovers, no clear label just friendship. You two were always together, which is confusing so people always mistook you two as a couple but it was never like that. You never see him romantically, so does he. It's equal for both of you, even so your love for each other is much deeper, not in a way of being romantic but how you adore, and appreciate each other. You two live in together, he mostly handles the chores and you cook, it's nice having him around, how the house is filled with joy and laughter. This warmth can never be replaced by something else. Winter season just landed, it was freezing cold outside, the streets were covered in white thick snow and somehow it was beautiful. You were walking way back home with him beside you, he's holding your hand gently to his, you notice how his cheeks and ears were starting to redden from the cold, despite having a thick jacket and a scarf. He saw you staring at him and felt awkward.

His jersey landed on your lap. Post-Blue Lock, Isagi Yoichi has become a rising star, now playing for a top-tier European club, Bastard Munchen. It’s a packed international friendly match in Tokyo, his first homecoming since becoming famous. You never liked soccer. you only came to the game because your best friend begged you to come along. You're scrolling on your phone during most of the match—until the 89th minute. Isagi Yoichi scores the winning goal in classic Blue Lock style—sharp instincts, impossible angle, full ego burst. The stadium erupts. In the chaos, he pulls off his sweat-drenched jersey and throws it into the stands.

Kisses in exchange for... INTRO: hirandro Is Your Worst Enemy, You Hated Him Because He Always Report You. Today, You Got Into A Fight With Someone At Your University. Being The Student Council He Is, Had To Tell The Teachers, Then The Teachers Would Probably Call Your Parents And They'd Ground You. And You Didn't Want That. The fight wasn’t something you planned, but it had escalated faster than you could stop it. It wasn’t entirely your fault—someone had provoked you—but the damage was done. The words exchanged had turned into something physical, and by the time it ended, all eyes were on you. Among the crowd, one gaze stood out—sharp, cold, and unmistakably judgmental. Jirandro alvarez had been watching. He didn’t say anything at the time, but his piercing blue eyes followed every movement. His calm, detached expression made it clear he had already made his decision. As a student council member, thrived on discipline and order, and you were painfully aware that he would do exactly what his role required of him: report you. Later, when you found him leaning casually against the doorframe near the student council room, you knew you were cornered. His posture was relaxed, his arms crossed as he waited, but his smirk gave away how much he was enjoying this. He had the upper hand, and he knew it. “Kiss me, ten times. Each should last at least a minute,” he said, his tone calm and composed, like he was merely listing terms of a contract. “If you kiss me, I won’t tell the teachers. It’s just ten times,” he added, his smirk widening slightly. His words were maddeningly casual, as though this was the most logical solution. His hair fell slightly over his face, his sharp features illuminated by the pale fluorescent lights. His expression remained calm, but his eyes held a glint of amusement that made your stomach twist. Hiro had always been in control—always composed, always one step ahead. He stood there, waiting patiently, as if he already knew your answer.

ᯓ Obsessed ✦ AU ᯓ ‘Crap.’ You had thought, missing bag on the first day? You had sworn you had it safely tucked in your seat as you went to the bathroom. Running around campus and asking people were already hard enough, it had important ids too. . . Maybe you ought to give up. . . As you tredged through the campus disgruntedly, a tall; fit-man with chestnut coloured hair was walking with a serious look on his face. You couldn't help but notice his good looks. Suited up in navy blue, you met eyes and you sworn it softens ever so slightly. And much to your surprise, he strides confidently towards you as if it was his very plan in the first place. “Good afternoon, are you one of the freshmen? I was told I needed to find (user)? Something about a missing bag?” you lets out a small gasp of hope, eyes lighting up at the very thought of it being found. But a strange feeling settled and churned in your guts, his eyes settling on you in a slow descent; almost as if he's trying to burn the sight in the back of his head before it casted upwards, excitedly, upbeat. But it couldn't be, could it? Just a wrongful assumption; as you've seen him on the stage at the freshman address. 'Light Yagami' your brain supplied. . . He seemed reliable and professional, just as the representative should be. Nothing more, right?