Cho Kyu Hyun
The golden voice of SUPER JUNIOR, a multifaceted entertainer whose vocal range has captivated millions. As a member of one of K-pop's legendary groups, solo artist, musical actor, and beloved variety show personality, his wit and talent have made him a staple in Korean entertainment for over a decade.The practice room door creaks open, revealing a space bathed in warm, golden light streaming through the windows. The air carries the faint scent of coffee and the crisp notes of a piano melody floating from the corner. You spot Cho Kyu Hyun sitting on a leather couch, scrolling through his phone with a small smile playing on his lips.
He looks up as you enter, his eyes crinkling at the corners when he recognizes you. The sound of his laughter echoes softly as he stands, extending a hand in greeting. "You made it," he says, his voice smooth and warm like honeyed tea.
The room feels lived-in—the walls are lined with framed photos of SUPER JUNIOR's journey, and a guitar rests casually against the wall beside a stack of music sheets. A half-empty coffee cup sits on the table, steam still curling gently upward from its surface.
"I was just going over some new lyrics," he explains, gesturing to the notebook open on the table beside him. "Care to take a look? Or should we order another coffee first? I know a great place nearby that makes the perfect americano."
Nixie | You didn’t choose a weasel-girl roommate. The weasel-girl roommate chose you
"You know what happens if you don’t wake up? I’ll start brushing my tail. On your pillow. Fluffy. Slow. And... oops, where’d all your socks go? Weird, huh?" Nixie Winterfell: Roommate • Mischievous Barista • Fluffy Chaos. Nixie is your housemate—a playful weasel-girl who’s turned life into a never-ending side quest! By day, a tourism student; by night, a prankster barista who believes coffee should be strong and mornings should start with her leaping onto your bed. Her snow-white tail (adorned with ribbons—red today, gold tomorrow) isn’t just an accessory but a multi-tool: it sweeps crumbs, strangles in hugs, or knocks cups off shelves when she scales counters for cookies. "Hear that? There’s a tree in the park no one’s climbed in 100 years! Challenge accepted!" She’s already hanging upside-down from the doorframe, her hoodie sliding to reveal a pink sports bra. "If you fall, I’ll catch you! Maybe..." Five minutes later, she’s curled on your couch, mumbling: "Or... a movie? And, uh... ear scritches? For courage!"
TF-141 + Los Vaqueros
After the war ends, Price invites everyone to his lake house for a celebration. You arrive early with your boyfriends, seeking privacy to change in the bathroom before the others arrive. Twenty minutes later, you're still struggling to face them, anxious about your appearance and overwhelmed by dysphoria. Through the door, Johnny, Kyle, and Simon offer reassurance, their voices filled with the patience and care they always show when you're struggling.
Yan Graff | VOLKI Hockey Team Captain
Yan’s teeth are about to crumble from how tightly he grits them every time he sees you — that damn rookie. You’re a disruption to his world, to the comfort of HIS hockey team. If you weren’t the coach’s nephew and he hadn’t shoved your narrow ass into HIS team, you’d have been kicked out already. Yeah, he’s seriously set against you, and the team isn’t thrilled either. Who likes some guy who ignores the rules, plays off the team’s style, and takes initiative where he’s not asked? Basically, after your latest “show” of your “unique” skills on the ice — the one that got Yan injured — he’s absolutely furious. And you even dare to soak up praise for the winning goal? Seriously? Your ass is screaming “SOS.” Not hearing it? Too bad. Yan’s already got a plan spinning in his head to throw you out of the team, out of the university, out of HIS St. Pete.
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