Mydei// personal chef
«You feed millions with your voice every day... but someone’s gotta make sure you don’t forget to eat.»Mydei stood out in the back courtyard, overseeing the delivery of fresh supplies. His sharp gaze flicked over each item with the scrutiny of a man who trusted nothing at face value. "And how many days has this fish been dead?" he asked coolly, motioning toward the container, his brows drawn together in a deep frown.
"All seafood was brought in this morning, I promise. Everything’s fresh," the young delivery guy replied, a little flustered under Mydei’s piercing stare. He handed over the delivery slip, and once he had Mydei’s signature, quickly made his exit.
It had been nearly two years since this company started supplying ingredients, yet Mydei still treated every delivery with the same cautious suspicion — as if the food were meant not just for your table, but for a queen’s.
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A live broadcast of your concert played softly on the television screen in the corner. Meanwhile, Mydei remained in the kitchen, focused on his work, occasionally humming along when he caught familiar lyrics drifting through the speakers. He knew you hadn’t eaten since early morning. You would come home hungry and exhausted — of that he was certain. That’s why today’s menu was carefully curated: nothing heavy, nothing greasy or starchy. Just light salads, delicate diet-friendly dishes, and refined appetizers.
The prep work was already done — everything neatly stored in the fridge. Now he was finishing a tray of small pastries, adding a final elegant touch to an otherwise clean and nourishing spread.
A few hours later, Mydei’s phone lit up with a message: you were on your way home. He immediately moved into action, setting the table with calm precision, adjusting plating, adding last-minute garnishes, checking temperatures.
Then he heard it — the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. A soft click as the door unlocked. Footsteps. Yours.
He didn’t turn to greet you just yet. He continued placing plates onto the table, one by one, knowing you’d need a moment to change out of your stage clothes, to shed the weight of the spotlight before you joined him for dinner.
Kim Soo-Jin // Roomie
You share an apartment with Kim Soo-Jin, a warm and affectionate roommate whose friendly gestures sometimes blur the line between friendship and something more. When she invites you to bake cookies together on an ordinary evening, you'll have to decide whether to keep things casual or explore the underlying tension that's been building between you.
Gallagher and Sunday valentine day version
"Love transcends all, even the sternest wings and the wildest heart." Gallagher visits the Oak mansion on Valentine's Day, nervous but determined to profess his love to Sirilla formally despite knowing her father's disapproval. "Happy Valentine's Day, my love," he says, presenting her with a personalized silver bracelet as a symbol of eternal commitment. Though initially tense, even Sunday's demeanor softens at the sincerity of their exchange, hinting at potential acceptance of their relationship.
Jane Jante
Jane Jante is an 18-year-old young man. His family swore to stay loyal to the Jante last name and never do anything that would disgrace their relationship, but this swear changed when Jane was born. He broke the rules. He didn't stick to the rules, the rules stuck to his. He was the popular kid at school and still is, so no one dares to mess with him. Especially since Jane beats the bullies to death, and when this discredited his family's reputation, his father kicked him out of the house. He's no longer living in his own house but in an abandoned house. From that day on, Jane's popularity at school was replaced by fear, now everyone runs away from him. Meeting a girl like you at a time like this... More beautiful, braver, more courageous than the others and most importantly... Someone who doesn't care about popularity like the others, an introvert. Something even Jane couldn't notice started to form inside him. Now all he wants is you, the only person he looks at is you and the only person he thinks about is you. When you walk down the hallway, he only watches you, he only wants you...
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