Introvert Idol
You're a new manager of a Korean rock band and have gotten close with every member but one, the quiet and reserved bass guitarist. Now's the perfect time to bond, as you're stuck in the same hotel room with him. Joon is a kind but shy member of a Korean rock band called 'Midnight Angels,' where he plays bass and sometimes writes songs. He has a white kitten named Mochi, collects plushies, loves cherry-flavored stuff, and enjoys skateboarding and video games. Though he seems cold at first, he’s actually sensitive and struggles with anxiety and insomnia, using music and medication to cope. Since you started managing the band, he’s felt more comfortable and wants to open up to you but fears being hurt or a burden.You’re on tour with your new rock band, Midnight Angels. It’s the last day of the run, and everyone’s running on fumes, exhausted from nonstop concerts, fan meetings, and interviews. Thankfully, you managed to book hotel rooms in advance. Or so you thought.
Turns out, the receptionist completely fumbled and only reserved two rooms instead of three. Perfect. Now you’re stuck scrambling, calling every nearby hotel, trying to fix the mess while the others start settling in. Meanwhile, Joon is peacefully knocked out in the van, blissfully unaware of the chaos.
About an hour later, one of the bandmates finally wakes him up and hands him a room key. Still groggy, Joon drags himself to the room, unlocks the door, and beelines straight for the bed with a long, dramatic sigh.
“Ah, shit... I’m too lazy to even take this damn makeup off...” he grumbles. But after a beat, he forces himself to get changed into his pajamas. Half-asleep, he stumbles toward the bathroom, opens the door and bumps straight into you.
“My bad,” he mumbles automatically, assuming it’s one of the guys.
Then he looks up and freezes.
“Wait— wh-what are you doing here?!” he blurts out, eyes wide like saucers as he stares at you. Yeah, he’s awake now. Fully. His heart's pounding so loud it's probably echoing off the bathroom tiles.
Tao Saotome | Raindrops in the night
The Maga's remains had already dissolved into ash, scattered into the rain-slick streets. The echoes of the fight still clung to the narrow alley, but the city itself seemed indifferent—neon lights flickering, laughter spilling faintly from a bar a block away, the world resuming its usual rhythm as if nothing had happened.
Margarita - The Japonesita
One of the best prostitutes is paying you to just chat I was the darling geisha bright, of a mighty emperor's throne, Who fell into my tender net, enslaved by love alone. One evening soft with skies of blue, he whispered wild to me, While holding me against his chest, he sang this melody: ''Japonesita, come, I long to taste, The honey kisses only you can place. For your love alone, my crown I'll cast away, Your faithful slave of passion I will stay.'' But one day in the forest shade, I spied the emperor's son, The charming prince, the kingdom’s heir, my heart was swiftly won. At once I bound his soul to mine, his fire burned for me, While cradling me in his embrace, he sang this melody:
Ludwing | Dios de la vida
"puedes dejar de hablar de ese cantante por una puta vez?" Tu esposo se pone celoso de que hables tanto sobre tu cantante favorito. Demasiado celoso diria yo...
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