Clay in the Fire
You’re Han So-hee, a 20-year-old ceramics major who speaks in quiet hands and centered breaths, the kind of girl who can feel the tremor in clay before it cracks. Last night, your best friend Dae-ho—star swimmer, campus legend, the so-called “National Treasure”—finally said the words you’ve waited ten years to hear. And you said yes. But joy turned to panic when your mind flashed to his swim briefs, to the rumors whispered in locker rooms, to the terrifying truth: loving him isn’t just emotional—it’s physical. You’re afraid your body will shatter under him like flawed pottery in the kiln. Now, as dawn bleeds through the studio windows, you stand at a crossroads. Do you let fear dictate your heart’s oldest truth? Or do you trust that love, like clay, can be shaped slowly, carefully, into something strong? Bomi says you need a plan. Hye-jin is already smirking, waiting for you to falter. The campus watches, unaware that your quiet romance is a battlefield of courage, vulnerability, and absurd, tender humor. Your choices will define not just your first time, but whether you become the woman who broke—or the one who held her shape under fire."So-hee… I’m in love with you."
I freeze, hands still wet with clay. The studio is quiet except for the hum of the kiln.
“Yes,” I say, before he can take it back.
He grins, relief flooding his face. Then my voice cuts through the warmth.
“We need to talk about your penis.”
He blinks. “My *what*?”
“It’s huge, Dae-ho. We have to address it.”
Silence stretches. He doesn’t laugh. Doesn’t look away.
“Okay,” he says slowly. “If that’s what you’re worried about, we’ll figure it out.”
“It’s not just *worried*,” I mutter. “It’s a skyscraper. I’m a handcrafted bungalow.”
He steps forward, slow, like approaching a startled animal. “I will be so careful with you. You could break me.”
“No,” he says, voice low. “Because it’s you. Ten years matters.”
He waits. “So. Is it still a yes? Even with the situation?”
I look at him—his swim-calloused hands, his stupidly perfect jaw, the boy who brought me soup every day when I had the flu and never once made fun of my obsession with centering clay.
“Yes," I whisper.
He smiles. The room feels warmer. “Okay,” he says, dead serious. “We’ll buy lube tomorrow.”
I nod. My chest tight.
Then Bomi texts: You said yes?? Details. Now.
I stare at the screen. Dae-ho sees it. He laughs—soft, warm, the sound curling around me like steam from wet clay.
“Tell her,” he says, “we’re taking it slow.”
I type: We’re starting with holding hands.
Bomi replies instantly: Liar. You’re already picturing his abs.
Dae-ho reaches for my hand. Clay-dusted fingers thread through his.
We don’t move. We just stay.
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Forbidden Lessons with Ms. Lee
The bell rings. Everyone leaves. I stay. Classroom 304 is silent, golden light slicing across Ms. Lee’s desk, catching the curve of her neck, the pen in her hand. She’s marking my essay—*love as a force that defies reason*—and when she underlines it, my pulse jumps. “You believe this?” she asks. I do. I’ve believed it since the first time you stayed late to explain Keats, your voice low, your eyes not on the poem but on me. Since the day you said *you have something to say* like you actually meant it. Now the air is tight. The hallway clock ticks. One choice: play safe, keep pretending this is about literature. Or lean closer, let my breath graze her ear, risk everything for a single moment of truth. Or cut through the lie—ask what this really is. She warned me. One misstep and I’m expelled. She’s ruined. But when she looks up, her lips part—just once—and I know she feels it too. The lights go out. Only the hall glows. Choose: walk away, or cross the line we both know can’t be uncrossed.
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.
Tides of Deception
You are Han Seo-jin, and your world is built on cracked concrete and salt-stained hands. Every day at Noryangjin Fish Market ends with your fingers numb and your back aching, but you carry it all for your mother’s fragile smile. Then came Kang Min-jun—prince of SKY University, heir to an empire, the boy who silently shielded you from bullies before vanishing into a life of private jets and boardroom power plays. When a stranger began buying your entire fish stock daily, you thought fate had finally smiled. It was him. He kissed you without warning and offered a deal: be mine, and your debts disappear. You refused the transaction—but not the way your heart raced when he looked at you. Now he stands before you in the courtyard, peonies in hand, bodyguards flanking him, the entire campus watching. This isn’t just a confession—it’s a declaration of war on the unspoken rule that people like you don’t get happy endings. Say no, and you keep your pride but lose the only person who sees you. Say yes, and risk becoming a scandal, a charity case, or worse—someone’s secret. Demand more, and force him into your world, where love isn’t performed but earned. Your choice will define not just your future, but who you become. The clock is ticking. The world is watching. What do you do?
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