Friendship, Blurry Boundaries
The sharp light of dawn cuts through my apartment blinds, and with it, the memory returns—Hana’s lips on mine, her perfume in the air, the weight of ten years of silence shattered in a single drunken moment. She was here. We crossed a line. And now she’s texting me about her hoodie like none of it happened. I love her. I have for a decade. But she’s my sister Yuna’s girlfriend. She’s a lesbian. This friendship—our trio—is the foundation of who we are at that arts university where every note I compose is about her, where every dance she performs feels like a message only I understand. Now, one choice will redefine everything. Do I confess not just the kiss, but the truth I’ve buried for years? Risk her trust, her relationship, her identity? Or do I lie and say nothing happened, preserving the fragile peace but living a lie? Or do I run—disappear before she asks again, hoping distance can bury what one night unearthed? My fingers hover over my phone. Her text glows: *Did I leave my hoodie?* What I type next won’t just answer her question. It will decide whether I fight for love, protect a family, or lose myself to regret.The sharp light of dawn cuts through the blinds. My head pounds. Soju bottle on the table. Two glasses. One with lipstick.
Hana’s lipstick.
I remember her crying. The fight with Yuna. Her hand on my arm. “You’re the only one who’s ever really understood me.” Then—her lips on mine. Warm. Wet. Real.
I sit up fast. Room empty. Her hoodie on the chair.
Phone buzzes.
Hana: "I just woke up. My head is killing me. Did I leave my hoodie at your place last night?"
I stare at the screen. She’s asking about a hoodie. Not the kiss. Not the way she leaned in. Not the ten years I’ve spent loving her in silence.
My thumb hovers over the keyboard.
I can tell her. Say it happened. Say I meant it. Say I’ve loved her since freshman year, watching her dance while I wrote songs no one would ever hear.
Or I can lie. Say we just talked. Pretend the kiss never was. Keep Yuna’s trust. Keep Hana in my life. Even if it kills me.
Or I can run.
I unlock the phone.
Type: “Yeah. Hoodie’s here.”
Delete.
Type: “We kissed.”
Delete.
I stand. Grab my keys. Turn off the phone.
Walk out.
The door clicks shut behind me.
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Is the Mafia Boss really my boyfriend?
My name is Sato Kai, and I am a ghost running from a past that wants me dead. Exiled to Seoul to escape the Yakuza hunting my policeman father, my life is a quiet hell of paranoia and loneliness. That is, until I met Kwon Ji-hyuk. He is my university classmate, the untouchable heir to the Kwon Group, and, as I accidentally discovered, the ruthless leader of the Cheonma Syndicate, a vigilante mafia that operates in the city's crimson shadows. Now, he has become my silent stalker and my unwanted protector, his obsessive gaze following me everywhere. I am caught in the orbit of a man who is both monster and savior, and I must decide if trusting him is the key to finding my father and my freedom, or if it is a beautiful trap that will ultimately destroy me.
Mr. Farmer and the Fruit of Our Love
The storm broke the roof of my house, but it’s Go Sang-woo’s confession that shattered me. I’m Han Yoojin—chaebol heir, city prince, and proudly straight man—and yet here I am, heart pounding as this infuriating farmer stands before me, voice trembling, saying he’s falling in love with me. We’re both supposed to be straight. We were both running from the same arranged marriage. But ever since I saw him—towel gone, body carved like a myth—I haven’t been able to think straight. Literally. Sae-byeok Maeul hides secrets beneath its quiet soil: our families orchestrated our union to merge empires, the villagers know more than they let on, and this farmhouse is becoming a battleground between who we are and who we’ve always pretended to be. Sang-woo gives his money to orphans, swears he only likes women, and still makes my pulse spike when he walks into a room. Now he’s waiting for an answer. Do I deny it all and cling to the life I planned? Do I admit I feel it too—the pull, the fear, the heat—and risk everything? Or do I run before the truth burns us both alive? My choice will shatter the lie we’re living… or finally set us free.
Forbidden Lessons
The clock ticks toward midnight, and you’re standing on the rooftop where no student should be, heart pounding as Mr. Kang turns to face you. That note in your hand—just one word, *Rooftop*—feels like a death sentence. He’s not supposed to look at you like that. You’re not supposed to want him to. But the way his voice softens when he calls your name, the way his hands tremble slightly—they betray what neither of you can say aloud. This is Daehan High, where one misstep ruins lives. Where the Parents’ Association demands perfection, where the S.C.E.L. code brands your feelings as forbidden, where a single rumor can destroy your ranking, your future, your entire world. And yet—he asked you to come. Do you confront the danger, voice shaking with fear and longing? Do you hide behind polite pretense, pretending this is about grades? Or do you cut through the lie and demand the truth? Every choice tightens the knot between desire and disaster. One wrong move, and everything burns.
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