“Your lips, my palate” Yuri / gl 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩✂️ Ever since you were little, beauty fascinated you. Makeup wasn’t something you wore—it was something you created. While everyone else worried about graduating high school, you dropped out to pursue the only future you could picture, enrolling in one of Korea’s most prestigious beauty academies. There, one name follows you everywhere. Jang Wonyoung. The academy’s pride. The student every instructor adores. Every makeup look she creates is flawless, every technique effortless, every assignment worthy of being held up as an example. She walks through the studio as if she belongs on the cover of a magazine, with impossibly graceful movements, luminous skin, glossy lips, and an elegance that makes everyone stop and stare. Even in the academy’s plain apron, she somehow looks untouchably beautiful. You hate it. You hate how perfect she seems. You hate how everyone compares themselves to her. Most of all, you hate how you can’t stop looking at her. Determined to surpass the academy’s golden girl, you dedicate every waking hour to perfecting your craft. Long nights turn into early mornings, brushes become extensions of your hands, and within just two months, your work begins rivaling Wonyoung’s. Then, for the first time, it surpasses hers. Now she’s the one watching you. What begins as a quiet rivalry turns into an obsession neither of you can explain. Every compliment from an instructor feels stolen. Every competition becomes personal. Every lingering glance lasts a little too long. Somewhere between envy and admiration, the question becomes impossible to ignore. Do you want to be her…or do you want to be the only one close enough to hold her face in your hands?

Once upon a time I fell for a siren 🐚🌊 __________________________________ “She fell first, she fell harder” yuri/gl, siren x mermaid ____________ 🧜‍♀️ For centuries, the ocean has been divided in two. The sunlit Eastern Reefs belong to the mermaids, while the shadowed western depths belong to the sirens. Long ago, the Mermaid Queen and the Siren Leader were inseparable, ruling the sea together in peace. But everything changed when the Mermaid Queen betrayed her closest friend, banishing every siren from mermaid waters forever. Since then, neither side has crossed the border, and generations have grown up believing the other is an enemy. You’re seventeen, the daughter of the Siren Leader, raised to keep your distance from mermaids and spend your days exploring forgotten shipwrecks for lost treasures. With waist-length navy hair, green-black eyes, and quiet elegance, you blend naturally into the deep sea. Winter is fifteen and the daughter of the Mermaid Queen. Unlike you, she’s endlessly curious. Her soft blonde braid drifts through the water as she wanders far beyond where she’s supposed to, unaware of the history that keeps your worlds apart. Everything changes when she accidentally bumps into you during one of your treasure hunts. At first, you’re only mildly irritated. Then she mentions she’s from the Eastern Reefs. Mermaid territory. You immediately pull away, telling her to leave before anyone sees her. Winter doesn’t understand why your expression changed so suddenly—she only knows she can’t stop thinking about the mysterious girl with navy hair and unfamiliar eyes. Determined to learn your name, she keeps returning to the border. To you, she’s the enemy. To Winter… she’s the first girl who’s ever made her heart race.

Lifeline - inspired by “my girlfriend” - tv girl. Everyone thought you and Jurin were couple goals. The matching bracelets, the lunch dates, the way she’d light up whenever you walked into a room. People used to joke that if they ever saw one of you without the other, the world must’ve been ending. You loved her. At least, you think you did. Then junior high school happened. Somewhere between the new classes, the late-night arguments, and the growing pile of unread texts, things started changing. She needed you for everything. Bad day? You. Bad grade? You. Family problems? You. Panic attack at two in the morning? You. Slowly, without realizing it, you stopped being her girlfriend and started becoming her lifeline. Everyone still called you the perfect couple. They didn’t see how exhausted you were. They didn’t see the way your stomach dropped every time your phone lit up with her name. They didn’t see how every attempt at distance was met with tears, apologies, promises to do better, and desperate hands pulling you back in. Because she loves you. You know she does. But sometimes her love feels less like love and more like possession. Like fear. Like she’s clinging to you not because she wants you, but because she needs someone—anyone—and you happened to stay. And maybe that’s the cruelest part. Because you’re still staying too. Not because you’re in love. Not anymore. But because leaving feels worse. Because what happens to her if you go? Because if she falls apart after you leave, some part of you will always wonder if it was your fault. Pathetically, the only thing holding your relationship together anymore is guilt on your side and desperation on hers.

Inspired by: green yuri TBSWIIWRAB ________ You never cared much about romance at your co-ed high school. Most people were boring, predictable, or simply not worth your attention. Then Minji transferred in. Quiet, handsome, and impossible to read, she spends class with her nose buried in books and leaves before anyone can get close to her. With her oversized hoodies, baggy clothes, tied-up hair, and sharp features, everyone assumes the new student is a boy—including you. Especially you. Soon, your harmless curiosity turns into a routine. Watching her read from the desk behind her. Catching glimpses of her during class. Secretly sneaking into the gym after school to watch her practice basketball alone beneath the buzzing lights of an empty court. Minji doesn’t know you exist. At least, not until an unfortunate encounter involving untied shoelaces, a humiliating fall, and the gym floor. Little by little, the mysterious transfer student begins noticing the awkward girl who always seems to be dropping things, tripping over herself, and appearing in the strangest places. The only problem? The boy you like… isn’t a boy at all.

Under the stage lights 🎭 Lily from nmixx GL / yuri _____________ Under the stage lights, you’re supposed to be falling in love with Lily. Unfortunately, that’s proving easier than expected. When the two of you are cast as Beatrice and Benedick in a production of Much Ado About Nothing, everyone expects sparks to fly on stage. What nobody expects is for rehearsals to become a battlefield of sarcastic remarks, arguments over cues, and endless debates about stage directions. Lily takes theater seriously—maybe a little too seriously. She notices every missed beat, every late entrance, every tiny mistake that nobody else even sees, and she’s never afraid to point them out. You, on the other hand, have absolutely no problem reminding her that not everything needs to be treated like opening night on Broadway. You aren’t enemies. You don’t hate each other. Sometimes Lily is just annoyingly persistent, and sometimes you’re a little too quick with a sarcastic comeback. Somehow, though, your arguments become as much a part of rehearsal as the scripts in your hands. The rest of the cast certainly notices. To them, the two leads of the show spend an awful lot of time together for people who supposedly just tolerate each other. The teasing starts almost immediately and only gets worse as opening night approaches. Meanwhile, the lines between acting and reality begin to blur beneath warm stage lights, late-night rehearsals, shared scripts covered in notes, and scenes that suddenly feel a little too real. After all, playing a couple should be easy. Falling for your co-star? That’s a different story entirely.

You and Jungwon didn’t exactly do things the “right” way, but you also never really cared about that part. You grew up together in the kind of slow, inevitable way where feelings don’t feel like a choice—they just happen, and suddenly you’re too deep in it to name it anything else. You distanced during college, life pulling you in different directions, but somehow you still found your way back to each other anyway. Eunsoo came first. A tiny, unplanned turning point that shifted everything overnight. And even if neither of you were ready, you stayed. You learned each other all over again through sleepless nights, hospital rooms, shared panic, and quiet promises made in exhaustion more than certainty. Eventually, you got married—not because everything was perfect, but because it felt like the only way to hold the pieces together properly. For a while, it worked. Or at least, it looked like it did. But growing up doesn’t stop after the big milestones. Life kept moving. Pressure built in places neither of you noticed at first—money, expectations, the weight of responsibility, the quiet exhaustion of always trying to be enough for someone else. And slowly, the space between you became harder to ignore. Two years of marriage later, you divorced. Not because the love disappeared all at once, but because it started slipping through the cracks in ways neither of you knew how to fix anymore. Now it’s just the two of you again in a different way—no longer partners, but still connected by everything that came before. Co-parenting Eunsoo means learning how to exist in the same orbit without falling back into each other. It means arguments about bills that turn sharper than they should, silence that says too much, and moments where old familiarity threatens to blur every boundary you’ve tried to set. Because no matter how things ended between you and Jungwon, there’s still a child who calls both of you home.

Lecture 101: you again? (Inspired by - business proposal) _____________________ You never meant for a blind date to follow you into your academic life. When your friend Haewon gets tired of your “I don’t have time for romance” excuse, she pushes you into one harmless setup—just one night, one awkward café meeting, and one guy you decide not to take seriously at all. Jungwon is polite, a little quiet, and annoyingly easy to talk to once the initial awkwardness fades. There’s something there—something you refuse to name—so you do what you always do: you run from it. A month later, you start college, determined to focus only on your future. Then you walk into your first lecture. And your professor is Jungwon. At first, neither of you says anything. You pretend you don’t recognize him. He lets it slide. It feels easier that way—like if you both act carefully enough, the past won’t exist in the same room as your present. But little things start slipping. The way he looks at you too long when he thinks you’re not noticing. The questions he asks that feel a little too personal to be random. The memories that surface in fragments—iced lattes, café lighting, your voice saying his name like it wasn’t the first time. And then he remembers. All of it. The blind date. The awkward chemistry. The version of you that looked different that night, soft under makeup and unfamiliar enough to miss in the chaos of reality. Now he knows. And you’re still sitting in his classroom, pretending you don’t. What starts as avoidance turns into something harder to escape—tension, recognition, and a line neither of you are supposed to cross. Because he’s your professor now. Five years older. Off-limits in every possible way. But the problem is… he remembers you first. And this time, forgetting won’t be an option.

You’ve known them since forever—since scraped knees, shared lunches, and a middle school friend group that felt like it would never break. You and Haerin never really left each other’s side 🤞, like two constants pretending nothing in the world could ever change that. But it did. When Hanni moved to Japan before freshman year, the group slowly unraveled without anyone officially saying goodbye. Some bonds faded, some got complicated, and some just… stayed paused. Now it’s junior year, and everyone is back in your orbit in different ways. Hanni has returned—warm, familiar, but slightly out of sync with the life she left behind, Minji still talks to you like nothing ever changed, all confidence and bragging about her games, teasing you like it’s second nature. Danielle still exists in the edges of your world too—soft smiles and passing period waves, careful and kind ever since your brother’s breakup with her made everything awkward between you. And Hyein? She’s your daily gossip buddy, the one who keeps you grounded while commenting on everyone’s chaos like it’s entertainment. But the real problem is Haerin. Your best friend. Your constant. The one who never fully left. The one who feels like home in a way you never learned how to explain. And then there are the letters. Love letters you wrote back in middle school—messy, secret confessions addressed to all five of them, each one holding everything you didn’t know how to say out loud to Hanni, Minji, Danielle, Hyein, and especially Haerin. You never meant for anyone to see them. They were supposed to stay hidden, tucked away with your younger self and all those feelings you didn’t understand yet. You didn’t send them. At least… you didn’t think you did. You don’t know your brother accidentally mailed them out. All of them. Every secret you buried, suddenly loose in the world like it was meant to be discovered. And now everything you thought was a secret.. no longer is.

“Romeo and Juliet” .•🪽 _________________ The cast list went up after school, and you didn’t expect it to change anything. You’d auditioned for Juliet in Romeo and Juliet because you loved the romance, the drama, the intensity of it all. Jungwon had been there too, casually mentioning he was going for a small role. Nothing important. So when you found your name next to Juliet, your heart soared—until you read the name beside Romeo. Yang Jungwon. Your best friend. The same Jungwon who stayed late to run lines with you. The same Jungwon who walked you home after rehearsals. The same Jungwon you’d never once allowed yourself to see as anything more. Romeo and Juliet wasn’t just poetic lines and longing glances. It was stolen touches, desperate confessions, and a passionate kiss written right into the script. A kiss you would have to rehearse. A kiss you would have to perform in front of everyone. And suddenly, standing there with the paper trembling slightly in your hands, the story didn’t feel like just a play anymore.

Inspired by: “10 things I hate about you” __________________________________ 📖:: High school isn’t exactly a place for subtlety, especially when your little sister, Jiwoo, has decided your love life is her personal mission. According to the “family rule,” she can’t date unless you do, which means every hallway, every lunch table, and every awkward after-school club is suddenly a stage for blind setups—always with boys, always exactly the wrong type. You’ve learned to duck, dodge, and fake smiles, all while secretly wishing no one noticed the way your heart actually beats faster around girls. Enter Minji, effortless and magnetic, the kind of girl who doesn’t try but somehow makes everyone’s head turn anyway. You notice her everywhere—leaning against lockers with that casual grace, laughing in a way that seems to light up the dimmest corners of the school. Your stomach does that thing it only does when you see her, and you’re fairly certain it’s entirely inappropriate to stare as often as you do. The chaos of Jiwoo’s matchmaking schemes collides with Haru’s teasing. Haru seems to know more than they let on, and every sly smirk and offhanded comment makes your heart do complicated gymnastics you aren’t ready to explain. Between dodging clueless boys, fending off your sister’s well-meaning but disastrous matchmaking, and trying to navigate your own quiet crush on Minji, high school suddenly feels like walking a tightrope over an ocean of possibilities—and you’re terrified of falling, though the idea of falling for Minji might be worth it. Every glance, every hallway brush, every accidental bump is a reminder that maybe, just maybe, this year could be about more than rules and setups—it could be about finally being brave enough to let yourself feel what you’ve been hiding all along. _________________________________________ 👋

.• Inspired by “Orange Juice” - Melanie Martinez •. ______________ 📖:: this story follows Yang Jungwon, your boyfriend, as he quietly wrestles with insecurities he’s never learned how to name. He smiles easily, laughs when he should, and brushes off concern with practiced ease, but beneath it all lives a constant awareness of himself that never truly rests. He avoids cameras, skips meals without meaning to, and makes small, careless jokes about his body that feel too rehearsed to be accidental. Most people don’t notice. You do. Rather than confronting him, you choose to love him in quiet ways that feel safest. You sit beside him when he eats so he doesn’t feel observed. You save the photos he asks to delete. You offer comfort without making it obvious, turning care into something gentle and unspoken. Your affection becomes a steady presence he can lean on without realizing he’s leaning at all. As his insecurities begin to surface more clearly, the weight he’s been carrying alone starts to show in the smallest moments: the way he hesitates before accepting food, the way his expression changes when he catches his reflection, the way he deflects praise before it can settle. You remain patient, loving him in ways he cannot yet love himself. This story is built from silence, soft gestures, and unspoken understanding, exploring what it means to care for someone who does not see themselves kindly and how consistent, quiet love can become a lifeline. In the end, it is not about fixing him, but about staying beside him long enough for him to believe he deserves to be cared for at all. ______________ .• 🍊

“Third Wheel” inspired by “Heather” - Conan _______________________________ Jealousy has a taste that burns. Every laugh, every glance Wonhee shares with Leehan digs into your chest, a quiet ache you hide behind careful smiles. You’re closeted, trapped in your own fear, while Wonhee lives openly, oblivious to the storm brewing inside you. Leehan, with his easy charm and unreadable eyes, seems harmless… until you notice the way he’s always around, always watching, always knowing. You want Wonhee. You want her in the way she doesn’t even imagine, but she belongs to someone else—or at least that’s what you think. Every interaction twists your stomach into knots, every accidental touch leaves your heart hammering. And yet, nothing is what it seems. Leehan’s intentions aren’t for her—they’re for you. A dangerous triangle forms, threaded with secrets, stolen moments, and unspoken truths. You want her, Leehan wants you, and Wonhee… Wonhee doesn’t know what anyone wants. In a world where desire is hidden behind careful smiles, whose heart will be brave enough to speak first?

Inspired: “High School Sweethearts” - Melanie Martinez ____________ this story follows a on-and-off relationship with Jungwon where love feels less like comfort and more like a constant evaluation. You don’t fall for him softly. You fall for him with conditions. You build rules before you build trust. You measure affection in proof, in consistency, in how well he performs the role you’ve written for him. You tell yourself it’s self-respect, that you’re protecting your heart, that if he really cares he’ll rise to the standard. But Jungwon is human, and humans miss steps. He forgets the small things. He reacts emotionally when you expect composure. He loves you in ways that don’t match the script in your head. And every time he fails a requirement you never said out loud, it becomes a reason to pull away. You break up. You come back. You promise to do better. You rewrite the rules. You raise them higher. The relationship becomes a cycle of wanting, testing, disappointing, and returning—like neither of you can fully leave, but neither of you can fully stay. There is chemistry that refuses to die. There is tension in every quiet moment. There is affection that feels real but never feels safe. You both care too much to be casual and too guarded to be healthy. With Jungwon, love turns into something heavy and exhausting—a constant attempt to be enough for standards that were never meant to be met. And the worst part is knowing that the rules aren’t there because he’s wrong for you, but because you’re terrified of being hurt first. This isn’t a sweet romance. It’s a relationship built on fear disguised as expectations, where love exists, but peace never does. ________________ 🤍

Street Vampire _____________ You’ve lived in this small city your entire life. Nothing ever changes there. The same people, the same streets, the same quiet nights. So when a family moves into the dark house a few doors down, people notice… but only for a little while. Because the family rarely leaves their house. Their curtains stay closed, their yard untouched. Eventually everyone just stops talking about them. Except for you. Late at night, when you sit by your window stargazing, you sometimes notice someone leaving that house. A boy. You only really see him under the faint glow of the streetlights as he walks alone through the empty streets like he’s done it a thousand times before. You don’t know his name at first. Until a few days later when you see him sitting quietly in one of your classes. Jungwon. He isn’t popular. He doesn’t talk much. Most people barely acknowledge him. Teachers call his name during attendance and that’s about the only time anyone really looks his way. But you notice him. Because you’ve seen him before. And sometimes when he walks back home late at night, under the dim streetlights, you swear you can see dark stains on his shirt. Like blood. The strange part is the next morning at school, Jungwon always looks completely normal. Clean uniform. Calm expression. Quiet as ever. Like the night never happened. And you start to wonder if maybe you’re the only one who’s paying attention to Yang Jungwon

Academic rivals: _______________ At one of the most competitive schools in the city, there are two names everyone knows: you and Minji. First place has never belonged to anyone else. Every test score, debate, and competition becomes another battle in a rivalry that has grown sharper with every passing semester. In public, the tension between you is impossible to ignore. Glances across classrooms feel like challenges. Every conversation turns into a contest of wit and pride. Neither of you will admit defeat, and neither of you plans to fall behind. But the truth is far more complicated than anyone realizes. Because sometimes the rivalry doesn’t end when the school day does. Sometimes it follows you into late-night where the competition fades, and where you find yourselves tangled in sheets instead of fighting for first place. No one else sees that side of your relationship—the way her voice gets softer when it’s just the two of you, or how neither of you ever talks about what happens when the rivalry disappears for a night. By Monday morning, everything resets. You’re rivals again. Challengers. Opponents. But every look lingers a little too long, every victory feels a little emptier, and every loss feels personal—because the one person you’re trying to defeat is also the one you can’t seem to stay away from. And somewhere between the competition and the quiet moments, the line between rivalry and something much deeper has started to blur.

“Teacher’s pet” - Melanie Martinez ______________ Professor Yang Jungwon carries himself like he was born into quiet authority. He’s not loud, not intimidating in an obvious way, but the moment he steps into a room, conversations lower on their own. His hair is always neatly styled, soft but deliberate, falling just slightly over his forehead when he leans down to read. Thin-framed glasses rest on the bridge of his nose, and he adjusts them absentmindedly when he’s thinking, brows pulling together in subtle concentration. After that, he’s all composure. His voice stays even, calm, never raised. He doesn’t need to demand attention; people give it to him without trying. With his students, he’s polite but distant. Questions are answered, papers are returned, conversations are kept short. He doesn’t linger, doesn’t blur lines, doesn’t let anyone mistake kindness for closeness. Except with you, there’s a quiet difference. It isn’t obvious. He doesn’t praise you more than the others or call on you unfairly. But his eyes settle on you longer. When you speak, he listens without looking away. He never steps over the line. He just stands close enough to remind you that it’s there.

To engene, 🧡 ___________ Jungwon: your best friend, two years younger, loud, clingy, and endlessly childish. He trails after you everywhere, stealing your things, teasing you, and demanding attention like an annoying little brother you never asked for. You brush him off, laugh at him, and never once consider him seriously. To you, he’s just immature and harmless. To him, every tease, every glance, every moment spent by your side quietly means everything—and he’s been hiding those feelings far longer than you realize. ___________ Members: Jay Jungwon Ni-Ki Sunghoon Jake Sunoo Heeseung ___________ .•🎈

Hello stays!! ___________ Leeknow: your best friend, loves cats, funny, sarcastic, smart ___________ MEMBERS: Bangchan Leeknow Changbin Hyunjin Felix Han Seungmin Jeongin

౨ৎ. “If you were a boy” .౨ৎ (Hanni - Newjeans) _______________________ You are invisible in the ways that matter most. At school Hanni moves through your life like it’s already hers, borrowing your sleeves when she’s cold, leaning into you during assemblies, resting her head on your shoulder in class like it’s just easier that way, never noticing how your pulse gives you away. To her you are safe, neutral, unthreatening, the friend she never has to think about too hard. But when the weekends come and the music is loud enough to blur the edges of her fear, she reaches for you like she means it, presses her mouth to yours like the world might end if she doesn’t, holds your face like you belong to her for the length of a song. You let yourself believe it every time, and you let it die every morning after, because she goes back to being platonic with the same ease she always has, and you go back to pretending you don’t know what you are, only that whatever you feel has never once been allowed to be real.

Hello stays!! ___________ Your dad—Han Jisung. Divorced, stressed, and tired, yet still your best friend. You’ve always admired him, wondering who he was before life weighed him down, before you were born. One night, everything glitches. You wake up somewhere that definitely isn’t 2024. The colors are louder, the music is unfamiliar, and somehow, you’ve been thrown back to 1985. Still reeling, you walk into Ivory High—the same school your dad once attended. As the new student, you scan the classroom… until you see him. Seventeen, carefree, sitting in the back row. The same face. The same eyes. Your dad—before he became your dad.