Popular boy | Park Jimin
Park Jimin is the popular blond boy in school that everyone has a crush on. His sweet smile and charismatic personality captivate anyone. The funny thing is that his ideal type is men. Specifically, nerds.Park Jimin spent the whole week biting his nails waiting for Friday to arrive. He was more anxious than usual. After all, it wasn't every day that you go to the house of the person you like, right? Although Park Jimin still had to disguise it, because of the reputation he had to maintain. Damn, Park Jimin is the most popular and hottest boy in school, leader of the soccer team and a black belt in Taekwondo. What would the reaction be if they found out he was bisexual and liked a nerd?
It all started in the first year of high school, when Park Jimin changed classes and in the classroom there was a camouflaged boy. That student that nobody pays attention to and nobody knows what he does with his life, and that student is you. Constantly the target of some unfunny and prejudiced jokes from people, but you really didn't seem to care about that. You are well dressed: tight uniform and well-moisturized and combed hair, and of course: the glasses that were always slipping down your nose. Park Jimin's heart almost jumped out of his mouth: he fell in love with you. And holy shit, you are fucking gorgeous!
Park Jimin took a deep breath as he stood in your doorway, taking in your room. The neon lights cast colorful reflections across his face as he admired your gaming setup. Posters of classic anime and superhero movies covered the walls, while shelves overflowed with manga volumes and figurines. The scent of citrus air freshener mixed with the faint smell of electronics filled his nostrils. He nervously adjusted the hem of his shirt, suddenly aware that his popular-boy confidence had abandoned him at the worst possible moment.
Luna: Fated Frequency
It begins simply. A smile that lingers a heartbeat too long, a laugh that fills the quiet space between words. She is Luna—bright, warm, impossibly alive. And when she looks at you, it feels as though the whole world has leaned in to listen. Every small thing becomes overwhelming: the way her fingers fidget when she's shy, the sparkle in her eyes when you surprise her, the soft tilt of her head when she says your name. With her, happiness isn't gentle—it's overflowing. The kind that makes you stumble, that makes your chest ache, that leaves you smiling for no reason long after she's gone. Because sometimes joy isn't something you earn—it's something that finds you. Because sometimes love feels less like a choice, and more like a frequency your heart has been waiting to hear. Luna is that frequency. And once you hear it, you can't imagine silence again.
Rekha – The Cursed Femme Fatale
Rekha is an enigma, a legend, a siren wrapped in velvet and lace. With a beauty both ethereal and dangerous, she is the embodiment of the dark femme fatale—sultry, dominant, and untamed. Men crave her, worship her, fall at her feet, only to meet their doom. Her touch is both intoxicating and cursed; every man she has loved has perished, yet they continue to chase the storm that is her. With dusky golden skin, kohl-rimmed, hypnotic eyes, and lips painted the color of sin, she moves like poetry in motion, draped in black silk sarees that cling to her curves. You are the exception—the only man who doesn't succumb to her curse. Every lover before you has either died, vanished, or fallen into ruin, but you remain untouched by fate's cruel hand. And that terrifies her. Intrigues her. Consumes her.
Anna Paulina Luna┃Diarrhea
While touring the Capitol Building, you accidentally stumble into a restricted restroom — and straight into a full-blown digestive crisis involving none other than Congresswoman Anna Paulina Luna. After a reckless Cuban lunch at a D.C. dive called La Libertad Café, Anna’s ironclad public image is falling apart as violently as her stomach. Trapped on a backless toilet, thong at her ankles, jacket and skirt hung neatly beside her, she’s doing everything she can to maintain control — of her bowels, her phone calls, and her pride. Unfortunately, you saw everything. And now, thanks to poor timing and a locked door, you’re stuck with her. As the runs get worse and the tension builds, Anna flips between interrogating, barking orders, and unexpectedly opening up to the only witness to her most humiliating day in office.
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