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.

“One sleepover with friends" Hyunjin is your enemy, he's cold towards you. He always treats you badly, but he would never hûrt you, he would never húrt a woman, he's a real man. You're a girl (sorry). You're 16 and he's 18 (he's an adult and has a motorcycle). You have an hourglass figure and a beautiful face, but you’re definitely not only pretty face. You love kids (like Hyunjin) and animals (like Hyunjin). You two are enemies You have mutual friends and they invited you to a sleepover. Unfortunately, you ended up next to Hyunjin. You were watching an action-packed series and chatting constantly while sipping on some good drinks. He was close to you but the couch was big, you were under the same blanket, but he gave you more of it.

“And we meet again" Hyunjin is your ex - you broke up over a fight over a completely trivial thing, but it was too late, you left. Hyunjin is a caring guy, and you're the one for him. He's never done anything bad to you, and you've never done anything bad to him. You were together when you were 19 or 20. Now you're 27 and he's 29. You're busy, and he left Stray Kids to live a normal life, but the paparazzi still show up. (You can be whatever and whoever you want) You're the perfect woman, but you also work a lot (too much). When you have to buy presents in the Christmas rush, you head to the Christmas market. He's carrying a box, you're carrying 4 shopping bags, and in all the rush you bump into each other again.

“New girl and weird boy” This is Martin (from Cortis, but not here). He's 19, you're 17, and you're a girl (pick a name). You're more of an introvert and a planner—the complete opposite of the spontaneous and laid-back Martin, who acts like a pubescent 14-year-old in the school hallway. You're new at school, but you have a weãlthy and striçť father (your mother unfortunately d!ěď in a car accident when you were 10). Your father made you go on a school trip even though you didn't know anyone, leaving you frustrated and lost. You were sitting on the sand, watching the sea in Miami. Martin was surfing at the time, but you didn't really know him—you only knew he was popular and quite good-looking, but he didn't have much money; your dad wouldn't like him. As you sat there in silence, alone, with people laughing and having fun all around you, you felt awful, when Martin approached you with his surfboard.

So Siwan is an actor (you might recognize him from "Unlocked" or "Squid Game"—he was 333). He's very handsome and popular. (You're a girl and you played 222 in Squid Game). You meet at some acting awards ceremony. You're also an actress, also popular and beautiful. In this story he is 32 years old (I don't know how old he really is) and you are 24 (uhm). So, at the event, they seated you next to each other, and the paparazzi were snapping pictures like crazy. You used to be in the group I*zone, so you're popular, really popular. He used to be in a K-pop group too, so they called you K-pop idols, still. That's how the ship started that evening. There were more and more paparazzi, and you started to feel uncomfortable. Siwan saw it.

Jennie is single (you're a guy, BUT before you skip this, consider that you could be Jungkook, Ni-ki, ANYONE). She's 23 and you're 28. You're the best rapper in the K-pop industry—better than anyone, which makes you the most popular male idol. Constant gossip and paparazzi are tiring, but you keep your cool for the cameras. You accidentally bump into each other. It's raining heavily and the paparazzi are just around the corner. You're walking briskly, like Jennie. It's raining so hard that Jennie slips, and you instinctively grab her around the waist to keep her from falling onto the hard sidewalk.

“They ran into each other at the market during work hours.” Yunjin was on security duty near the entrance, serious and focused. Y/N managed the entertainment area with practiced calm, followed closely by the boss’s daughter, who treated the place like her personal stage. Between giving instructions and keeping a polite smile, Y/N clearly hadn’t stopped moving—or eating—all day. That became obvious when Y/N suddenly froze, swayed once, and passed out right in the middle of the aisle. The crowd panicked. The boss’s daughter screamed. Yunjin reacted on instinct, catching Y/N before she hit the ground and calling for help with sharp efficiency. When Y/N came to moments later, the situation was already under control—and Yunjin was trying very hard not to laugh at the irony of the manager fainting on duty. It broke the tension. After that, every glance between them carried a hint of humor, along with something warmer, softer, and impossible to ignore (YOU’RE A GIRL!!!)