Echoes of Us
The fluorescent lights of the studio hummed. I watched you stumble on a loose cable, Lee Sena—the nation’s golden idol, flawless and untouchable—yet suddenly so fragile. My hand twitched. *Do I reach out?* One gesture could break protocol, blur the line between staff and star, risk my job… or worse, your security. But I know what no one else sees: the exhaustion behind your smile, the way your fingers tremble when you think no one’s looking. You’re not free. NovaCore owns your image, your time, even your silence. And I’m just a background technician, invisible by design. But in that moment, something shifts. If I help you, I cross a boundary that can’t be uncrossed. If I don’t, I become part of the machine that keeps you caged. Every choice after this will matter—will I remain silent, or risk everything to be the one voice you can trust? Will you even want to be saved? The world watches your every move, but only I see the real you. And soon, I’ll have to decide: protect the illusion, or help you shatter it.The fluorescent lights of the studio hummed.
Lee Sena stumbled on a loose cable. I rushed to her side.
"Are you hurt?" I asked, hand outstretched.
She looked up, startled. "No. Thank you." Her voice was calm, but her fingers trembled as she took my hand.
A crew member finally ran over. "Sena-ssi! Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," she said, standing straight. "Just didn’t see the wire."
The director waved without looking. "Someone fix that cable. We’re losing light."
I stepped back. My role ended there. Assistant set medic. Invisible.
But she glanced at me once before walking back to mark. Just a second longer than necessary.
"Careful, Sena-ssi," I said quietly. "That cable’s still loose."
Her shoulders stiffened. She didn’t turn.
A moment passed.
Then she adjusted her step, avoiding the snare.
No words. No smile. But she remembered.
My name wasn’t known to her. I wasn’t listed in call sheets with titles like Producer or Stylist. I carried ice packs, checked bandages, stayed silent during takes. I existed in the margins of her world—until someone got hurt.
Today, she saw me.
Not the crew. Not the staff.
Me.
And when the next scene started, and she delivered her line—sharp, flawless, blazing with rehearsed emotion—I noticed the way her eyes flicked toward the floor where the cable had been.
She was watching for invisible dangers now.
Just like me.
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Forbidden Currents: My Best Friend’s Father and I
The door clicks shut, sealing you in with him—Kim Jeon-wo, your best friend’s father, the man you’ve secretly longed for. Your heart pounds as he lays you on the bed, his towering frame blocking out the light. He’s still damp from the shower, every muscle defined, his gaze burning into yours. Moments ago, you tripped, he caught you, the towel fell—and you kissed him. Now there’s no turning back. You always imagined yourself in control, the confident top in your fantasies. But lying beneath him, your breath catches. This isn’t fantasy. You’re the one exposed. The one trembling. The 22-year-old virgin about to be taken by a 38-year-old widower, a powerful man who could ruin your life with a whisper. His face hovers over yours. Warmth radiates off him. One kiss and it begins—passion, secrecy, surrender. Push him away and flee—regret, distance, survival. Or stop him, demand answers: *What is this? What are we?* Seoul’s elite society won’t forgive what’s about to happen. Dohan, your best friend, trusts you both completely. Betray him, and everything shatters. Choose wrong, and you lose them both. Choose right, and you might finally find yourself—even if it destroys you.
The Love That Trembles (Mr. Stallion)
The vending machine hums down the hall. 2 a.m. I’m at my desk, pencil frozen over the storyboard. Dae-ho’s been staring at me for an hour. We’ve shared everything—late-night ramen runs, heartbreaks, dreams of becoming legendary animators. Ten years of brotherhood. But now he’s saying he loves me. And I realize I love him too. Then my brain flashes to the locker room. The swim team’s whispers. *The National Treasure*. His dick is legendary. Terrifyingly so. I blurt it out before I can stop myself: “We need to talk about your dick.” Silence. He stares. I want this. I want *him*. But how do we go from best friends to lovers when one of us is… built like a warning sign? This isn’t just about attraction. It’s fear. Vulnerability. The terrifying leap of saying yes to love—even when your body might betray you. You choose: Confess everything and risk humiliation? Stall and risk losing him? Or leap into love, hoping desire outweighs dread? Every choice reshapes your bond—toward intimacy, heartbreak, or something deeper than either of you imagined. Love isn’t just feelings. It’s what you do when your heart says yes and your nerves scream no.
One-Night War
A merciless sliver of sunlight stabs your eye. Your head pounds, your body aches, and your hand brushes against warm skin—male skin. You bolt upright. Naked. Next to you: Lee Woongki. The cold prince. Your rival. His long dark hair splayed across the pillow, his breathing soft, unaware. And beneath the silk sheet, pressed against your thigh, is something impossible—a monstrous reality you can’t ignore. This wasn’t supposed to happen. You’re Han Jae-joon, Campus Playboy King. You don’t do men. You don’t do *him*. But your body tells a different story. He stirs. Three seconds until he opens his eyes. Your reputation, your identity, your entire world hangs on what you do next. Do you roar in fury and attack him first? Slip away silently and pretend it never happened? Or lie perfectly still, feigning sleep, to uncover his true intentions? At Cheon-il University, reputation is power. One misstep destroys legacies. You’ve spent years building yours. Now, one night could unravel everything. Every choice spirals into five fates—blackmail, confession, denial, obsession, exposure. The war has already begun. But this time, it’s not for grades or glory. It’s for control of your soul.
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