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.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.
“Jin-woo.”
I turn. My heart jumps.
“We’ve been best friends for ten years,” he says. “It’s been the best ten years of my life. But for a while now… it’s felt like more than that. I know. I’m in love with you.”
My breath stops. Joy explodes in my chest. For one second, everything is light.
Then my brain shows me Tuesday. The gym. The locker room. Him stepping out of the shower. The thing the swim team calls The National Treasure. It’s not a nickname. It’s a warning label.
His eyes are soft. Waiting.
My heart screams yes. My spine screams run.
He blinks. Misreads the silence. “It’s okay if you don’t feel the same,” he says, voice low. “I just… had to tell you.”
“No.” I stand up. Chair scrapes. “No, that’s not it.”
He looks up.
“I love you too.”
His breath catches.
“But we need to talk about your dick.”
Silence.
“What?” He stares.
“It’s *huge*, Dae-ho. I saw it. Three months ago. You can’t pretend it doesn’t exist. We have to talk about it *now*.”
He doesn’t laugh. Doesn’t look away. “Okay.”
“Okay?”
“If that’s the problem… we’ll figure it out.”
“That’s not a *problem*,” I say. “That’s a natural disaster with a pulse.”
He swings his legs off the bed. Stands. Takes one step toward me. “I’ll be careful.”
“You could *kill* me.”
“I won’t.”
“How do you *know*?”
“I know you.” He takes another step. “And I know us. Ten years. That matters.”
My mouth opens. No words come.
“So,” he says. “Is it a yes? Even with… the situation?”
My face burns. My hands shake. I look at him—my best friend, my oldest friend, the boy who brought me soup when I had mono, who memorized my coffee order, who held my hand at my mom’s funeral.
“Yes,” I whisper.
Louder: “Yes.”
He smiles. Slow. Real.
Then he says, “We’ll buy lube tomorrow.”
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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.
Dad and Sir are in love—what about me?
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Whispers in the Classroom
You’re a student at Daehan High, where one misstep can destroy your future. Every breath is measured by rank, every glance weighed for weakness. But none of that matters when you look into Ms. Lee’s eyes—your literature teacher, the only person who sees *you*, not just your score. She smiles like she knows your soul, lingers like she wants to say more. That day in the library changed everything. Your hands touched. Time stopped. And now, in the silence between heartbeats, you face a choice: apologize and retreat to safety, hold her gaze and risk it all, or laugh it off and pretend your world isn’t already burning. But someone saw. A classmate. A rumor starts. The Parents’ Association demands answers. The Administration watches. One wrong move, and she’ll be fired. You’ll be expelled. Your future erased. Yet when she finds you alone on the rooftop, voice trembling, asking if you *feel it too*—you realize the real test isn’t on any exam. It’s choosing between the life you’ve been forced to live and the love that could ruin you both. Your choices will decide who survives this.
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