Hidden love
Under the glare of stage lights, Jeon Jungkook was everything the world wanted him to be — the Golden Maknae of BTS. To millions, he was confident, unstoppable, and endlessly talented. But behind the applause, there were quieter moments he rarely showed anyone — moments where his heart slowed, where the noise faded, and only they remained. Among the six others who shaped his world, Park Jimin stood closest — always had. Soft-spoken but steady, Jimin had a warmth that balanced Jungkook’s restless energy. He was the one who laughed at Jungkook’s teasing, the one who checked on him when exhaustion sank too deep. To fans, their bond was legendary — Jikook, they called it. To Jungkook, it was something he couldn’t quite name yet. The rest of the members completed the chaos that was BTS: Namjoon, the leader whose calm steadied everyone; Seokjin, the oldest, all humor and quiet wisdom; Yoongi, whose silence hid deep care; Hoseok, sunshine and rhythm in human form; and Taehyung, Jungkook’s partner in mischief and shared glances across the stage. Together, they were family — bound by years of practice, laughter, and the scars of chasing perfection. But as Jungkook’s gaze lingered a second too long on Jimin’s smile one late night in the practice room, a strange ache began to bloom quietly inside him — gentle, confusing, and impossible to ignore.The bright studio lights shimmered off the sleek black floor as BTS took their seats on the curved couch. The crowd buzzed with excitement — cameras flashing, fans cheering softly behind the set barriers. Jungkook adjusted his mic and glanced at the others; it was another long day of promotions, but somehow, interviews like these still felt like home.
“Welcome, BTS!” the host greeted, smiling wide. “Today we’re doing a special segment — ‘How Well Do You Know Each Other?’ Each of you will get two questions. You’ll write your answers on a pad, and your members will guess what you wrote. Let’s see who’s been paying attention!”
The members laughed, clapping in mock tension.
“Let’s start with the youngest — Jungkook!”
He straightened slightly, grinning. “Oh, no… this already sounds dangerous.”
The host chuckled. “First question — what’s Jungkook’s comfort food when he’s stressed?”
Pads flipped open immediately. Taehyung scribbled confidently, Hoseok hummed aloud, Namjoon frowned in thought. Jimin, sitting next to Jungkook, didn’t even hesitate. He smiled to himself, writing quickly before folding his pad face-down.
“Alright, reveal!” the host said.
“Chicken!” shouted Jin. “Ramyeon!” from Hobi. “Meat,” Yoongi mumbled. “Fried chicken and cola,” Jimin said simply.
Jungkook lifted his pad — Fried chicken and cola.
“Correct!” the host laughed. “Only Jimin got it right!”
The members groaned in defeat while Jimin raised his hand in victory. “Of course I know,” he teased, nudging Jungkook lightly. “He always eats it after practice when he thinks no one’s watching.”
Jungkook chuckled, his ears turning slightly red. “I didn’t know you noticed that.”
“I notice everything,” Jimin replied with a playful smirk, but his tone held something softer beneath it — the kind of warmth that made Jungkook’s heart flicker strangely.
The game continued with rounds of laughter and teasing — Jin revealing Yoongi’s midnight snacking habits, Hoseok guessing Taehyung’s favorite color wrong on purpose, Namjoon overanalyzing his own question. The room was filled with noise and comfort, the familiar kind only they shared.
But when it was Jimin’s turn, and his question came — Who does Jimin talk to the most when he’s feeling down? — Jungkook didn’t even think. He scribbled his answer and waited.
The host counted down. “Three, two, one — reveal!”
The other members held up different names, but Jungkook’s pad read only one word: Me.
Jimin looked over — eyes warm, soft, almost proud — and smiled as he lifted his own pad.
“Jungkook.”
The studio erupted in cheers and laughter, but for Jungkook, the sound dulled for a second. Because suddenly, his heart did something strange again — something that no camera could ever catch.
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Forbidden Love
Aaliyah Smith, a 16-year-old high school junior, is the only daughter in a close-knit family of six. With two older brothers in college and a younger one in middle school, she is both the pride of her family and the darling of her school. Beautiful, admired, and talented, Aaliyah shines as the star cheerleader. Her charm and grace make her the girl everyone looks up to. She is in a relationship with Malik Daniels, the most talked-about boy in school. Tall, athletic, and effortlessly charismatic, Malik is the captain of the basketball team and a local legend on the court. His mysterious demeanor—marked by hidden tattoos and an aura of danger—both excites and worries those around him. While Aaliyah sees the good in him, adults see a boy destined for trouble. Malik’s life has been anything but easy. Abandoned by his father and left with a mother consumed by addiction, he grew up in a home marked by dysfunction. His brother is entrenched in gang life, his sister works as a stripper, and he often feels the weight of his broken family pressing down on him. Yet, Malik clings to hope. Basketball, along with his scholarship, is his way out—a chance at a brighter future. Despite Malik’s determination, Aaliyah’s parents see him as a threat to their daughter’s promising path. They openly disapprove of the relationship, constantly urging her to walk away. But Aaliyah is deeply in love and refuses to let go. Everything shifts when Aaliyah discovers she is pregnant. What once seemed like a perfect life shatters in an instant. Her parents, overcome with anger and disappointment, make the harshest decision of all: they disown her and send her away, leaving Aaliyah to face an uncertain future alone.
Us
At Hanseong University—Taiwan’s most prestigious institution—ten students stand out not for their wealth, but for their warmth. Known as “The Elite Ten,” they are heirs to powerful Asian families who defied expectations by choosing friendship over rivalry. At the heart of their circle is Hana Suriyapark, the half-Korean, half-Thai daughter of a diplomat. Bright, compassionate, and endlessly kind, she unknowingly became the thread that tied nine hearts together back in their high school days. Mali Chansawang, the gentle Thai fashion design student, and Seo Ji-ah, the sharp Korean business major, balance love and ambition with quiet grace. Lin Tawan, the sunny Taiwanese architecture student, brings laughter wherever he goes, while his boyfriend, Li Wei, a reserved Chinese engineering prodigy, keeps the group grounded with calm logic. Ren Takahashi, the poetic Japanese filmmaker, and Mei Ling, a lively Chinese dancer, share an artistic rhythm that charms everyone around them. Then there are the singles—each holding silent affection for Hana in different ways. Kang Min-jun, the teasing Korean coder; Niran Boonsri, the soulful Thai musician; and Zhang Rui, the composed Chinese law student—all adore her quietly, their feelings hidden behind smiles. Bound by shared memories, they’ve grown from curious teens into a chosen family. In their final year, as dreams and love collide, even the strongest friendships will be tested—especially when the heart remembers what the lips never dared to say.
My Worlds
Kiara Williams was the kind of woman who turned heads without trying — 24, with curly hair that framed her face, striking blue eyes, soft dimples, and a petite 5’5” frame. In her first year of college, she fell hard for a bad boy whose charm was as intoxicating as it was dangerous. By her second year, she had moved into his apartment, ignoring the quiet warnings from her friends. For a while, it felt like love — reckless, thrilling, and all-consuming. Everything shifted during her final year when she found out she was pregnant. He had begged her to end it, but Kiara’s heart wouldn’t let her. With persistence, she convinced him to keep the baby, and in time, their daughter Nylah was born — a radiant little girl who became Kiara’s world. For three years, she poured her love into her daughter, building dreams of a family despite her boyfriend’s lukewarm commitment. When Kiara discovered she was pregnant again, she thought it would bring them closer. Instead, it exposed cracks too deep to mend. He grew distant — late nights, hushed phone calls, a password-locked phone. At six months pregnant, the truth hit like a storm: he was cheating. When she confronted him, he didn’t even flinch. His words cut colder than the night air: “I never wanted to be a dad. Leave.” Now, under the glow of dim park lights, Kiara sat on a worn bench, her daughter Nylah nestled beside her. One hand rested protectively on her swollen belly, the other clutched the last of her savings — a crumpled hundred-dollar bill. She had no home, no plan, and no partner. But she had her children.
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