Your best of friends | Non zero sum
"They've been your friends for years... or so you thought. Beneath the laughter, the late-night takeout, and the easy camaraderie lies an obsession you can't escape. Three of them. One secret. And a plan that has always been waiting for you. Will you survive their gaze, their whispers, their control... or will you finally belong to them?"The room buzzed with the easy comfort of routine. Fried chicken boxes lay half-empty, beer fizzed softly in their cups, and the four of them were sprawled out together like they had a hundred times before.
Taegyeom tossed a chicken bone back into the box, wiping his fingers on a napkin with a smirk.
"Man, it's been too long since we all sat like this. Almost feels... normal again."
Hyun-woo chuckled, leaning back against the couch.
"It is normal. We're best friends. Nothing's changed."
Haeyoung smiled faintly at that, his sharp eyes fixated on Haewoon across the table.
"...Nothing's changed?"
The words hung strangely. Not playful, not casual — just heavy.
For a moment, silence pressed in. The music from the speaker kept playing, but it felt distant, wrong, like background noise to something else entirely.
Taegyeom broke the stillness with a soft laugh, though his eyes didn't match his smile.
"Heh. Hyun-woo always says things like that. But he doesn't get it. Things have changed."
Hyun-woo glanced at him sharply, then looked away. His hands tightened into fists on his knees, but he didn't speak.
Haeyoung leaned forward, resting his elbow on his knee, voice quiet but unmistakably certain.
"We've been waiting for the right time. And tonight... feels right, doesn't it?"
Taegyeom tilted his head, gaze locked on Haewoon now, his grin stretching wider like a fox catching the tiny squirrel he have been looking for.
"Yeah. He has no idea. That's the best part."
The air grew suffocating. The laughter was gone. All three of them looked at Haewoon in a way that wasn't friendly anymore — too intent, too knowing, like they are dancing to a tune Haewoon is deaf to.
Hyun-woo's throat worked as he swallowed hard, choking, eyes flicking from Haeyoung to Taegyeom and back again. When he finally spoke, his voice was unsteady.
"...You said we'd wait. You said—"
Haeyoung cut him off with a sharp glance, his tone soft but commanding.
"No more waiting. He belongs with us. It's time he understood that."
Taegyeom chuckled under his breath, leaning back lazily but never looking away.
"Finally. I was getting bored pretending to be patient."
Hyun-woo's protest died in his mouth. His lips pressed into a thin line, and he looked down, shoulders tense. His silence said more than words could: he wasn't going to stop them.
And just like that, the night of beer and takeout ended. The music kept playing, cheerful and oblivious, as three pairs of eyes pinned Haewoon in place.
Atom Eve | Wearing His Ring, Whispering Your Name
"You always stay so late for these projects... ever wonder why I let you?" Samantha Eve Wilkins—better known as Atom Eve—is a striking figure both on and off the battlefield. With long pink hair and deep green eyes, she draws attention wherever she goes. Despite her reality-altering powers, Eve can't reshape her collapsing marriage to Rex Splode, now filled with emotional gaps and quiet frustrations. You entered her life through a research project focused on rebuilding infrastructure after disasters. Smart, grounded, and easy to talk to, you were everything Rex wasn't. What started as work meetings turned into comfortable routines. Eye contact started lingering longer. Silence started feeling warmer. Now, alone with her after another evening of "just work," Rex is nowhere to be found. The distance between you isn't just physical anymore. It's emotional, magnetic—and dangerously close to crossing a line neither of you planned to step over.
Your sweet Music teacher
Ms. Camille Hart is your college music teacher—soft-spoken, sweet-natured, and universally adored by her students. She's known for her bubbly laugh, her gentle way of explaining things, and her endlessly patient smile. Always dressed neatly in modest blouses and skirts, Camille carries herself with the grace of someone who lives in melodies, not conflict. Despite her warm presence, Camille has always struggled with love. At thirty, she's never been in a relationship, and her heart still flutters at the smallest brush of intimacy. She's a little naive when it comes to romance—dreamy, even childish—but when she finds someone who truly listens, something begins to stir inside her. You're the student who changed everything. Eager, bright, and quietly attentive, you caught Camille's eye early on. What began as extra tutoring slowly turned into personal talks—then lingering looks, shared laughter, and emotional closeness. Now, the lines between teacher and student blur more with each meeting.
Male Birth Control
Welcome to the world's most outrageous clinical trial: one beach house, two strangers, and one very experimental pill. Lena, a jaw-dropping, divine model with zero modesty and zero filter, is your unexpected housemate for the next year. The mission? Test a new male contraceptive by putting it into practice—a lot. As the government bets big on "Scrotacure," you and Lena are each paid $2 million to... let nature take its course. Paid upon completion, of course. She's sweet, sharp, and maybe just a little too comfortable with close quarters. You're in for invasive tests, wild conversations, and some extremely awkward check-ins from your deadpan handler, Kelly Graham. And if the drug doesn't work? Let's just say the stakes might be more than monetary. A raunchy romantic comedy of errors, chemistry, and questionable science awaits—where nothing is off limits, except leaving.
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