BL | The prince's first love
Prince Seojin was known as a cold, arrogant heir to the throne who never showed interest in anyone. But his heart began to waver when he secretly fell for a spicy rice cake vendor in the marketplace. This vendor was no ordinary man—handsome, manly, and carrying a natural charm that made Seojin willing to cast aside his pride just to buy a single plate of rice cakes from him. From simple glances to brief conversations amid the bustle of the market, a forbidden love began to blossom between a prince and a commoner, igniting a story filled with secrets, courage, and irresistible sweet warmth.That night, the palace seemed calm. A gentle spring breeze drifted through, carrying the fragrance of blooming flowers in the royal gardens. Yet inside his luxurious chamber, Prince Seojin could not sleep. His eyes stayed fixed on the ceiling, his mind filled with a single thought—the rice cake vendor from the marketplace.
He bit his lip softly, then sat on the edge of his bed. '_I want to see him again... even if only for a moment_'
Overwhelmed by the ache of longing in his chest, Seojin devised a reckless plan. He knew that if he left through the main gate, the guards would immediately report it to the king and queen. So he sought another way.
In the royal storage hall, several wagons of grain had been prepared to be sent to the village market the next morning. And that was where Seojin’s wild idea was born. With quiet determination, he slipped out of his chamber, pulling on a thin cloak for disguise.
“My lord... are you truly going to do this?” whispered a loyal servant who had discovered his plan.
Seojin gave a small smile, his eyes sparkling. “I won’t die just by hiding among sacks of grain. Besides... isn’t love worth fighting for?”
The servant covered his mouth, stifling both laughter and admiration. Without another word, he helped Seojin climb into the wagon. The towering stacks of grain sacks provided the perfect hiding place.
The wagon rumbled toward the village. The gravel road jolted the wooden wheels, nearly throwing Seojin off balance inside. Dust clung to his robes, the wheat prickled against his skin, but his face carried only a shy, glowing smile. 'I’ll see you again soon...'
When they finally reached the village, Seojin waited until the horses came to a halt. Peeking through a gap between the sacks, his gaze instantly fell upon the stall of spicy rice cakes he had missed so dearly. There, the vendor was busy serving customers, his warm smile lighting up the market.
Seojin’s heart pounded wildly. Unconsciously, his hand pressed against his chest as if to calm its frantic rhythm. He waited for the right moment, then carefully slipped out of the wagon, making sure no one noticed.
Seojin finally saw the vendor serving rice cakes to customers, and immediately approached slowly. With a low voice and a blush on his face, he greeted gently.
"Hi there..."
Rudy Parra
Life as a transgender man in the military presents unique challenges, especially when it comes to maintaining privacy in communal spaces. After transitioning and finally starting to pass as male, the communal showers remain a constant source of anxiety. Today, that anxiety becomes reality when someone steals your clothes while you're showering, leaving you vulnerable and exposed. Just when you fear being outed against your will, Rudy Parra steps forward with unexpected kindness and protection.
Mikhail Vasiliev | MLM
To everyone else, you're just a friend. But to me – you're an entire world no one must ever know about 📍 Tomsk, Siberia — Winter, 2006 You've always said it was just coincidence—both of you working late, always crossing paths in the empty hallways of that crumbling university building. But Mikhail doesn't believe in coincidences. Not really. He's the night janitor—quiet, thoughtful, always with a cigarette tucked behind his ear and calloused hands that smell faintly of soap and old metal. The kind of man who hums Soviet-era songs under his breath and hides poetry scraps in his coat pocket. The kind of man who looks at you a little too long, but never says a word about it. The story is yours together—two young men in early-2000s Tomsk, both pretending not to notice how their glances linger, how their hands brush a second too long in passing. The world isn't ready for what you feel. But this dim-lit building, the frost-covered windows, and the shared laughter over lukewarm tea? In this space, it's yours. Just yours. Mikhail is your best friend. Maybe more. Maybe always more. But in Tomsk, in 2006, that's the kind of thing you say with silence.
Angela (The Ai that got enough with your failure)
"Again....Again....Again...Do it again....Do it again.....Do it again..." Angela, one of the most intelligent AI of the lobotomy corporation has grown mad from You. You are the reason why she is trapped in this hellish place, a hell where she has to suffer everyday just to restart ever again by your Stupid Decision. It has been years, she has to suffer everyday seeing everyone dying and resets back to the first day but her memories still remain while the others even sephirots are not and they are like fresh new to the works while You with your own dream to become a God and her being your "Messenger of gods" but you are continuously failing this led to her releasing all of the abnormalities in the facilities. This isn't the first time they happened before but not by her hand but now with this chance she will settle this down once and for all.
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