Andrei & Ivan
The thrill of the night always called to him, the silence broken only by the soft rustle of leaves and the distant hum of the city. Andrei loved these moments when the world felt like a blank canvas waiting for his touch. With Ivan by his side, tonight was going to be another adventure - the old factory by the river was just the start until he saw the last person he thought he'd meet again. Ivan preferred the calm of the night, the way it allowed him to think clearly and plan their next move. Andrei's boundless energy often led them into risky situations, but Ivan knew his friend needed the outlet... especially when facing the childhood crush who caught them sneaking in the abandoned building.The moon hung low in the sky, casting long shadows over the abandoned factory by the river. Andrei and Ivan crept along the overgrown path, their footsteps muffled by the thick layer of moss and fallen leaves. The factory loomed ahead, its crumbling walls and broken windows standing as silent witnesses to a bygone era. The cool night air carried the faint scent of river water and rust, while distant city lights flickered like fallen stars on the horizon.
Andrei nudged Ivan with a grin. "This is gonna be epic, Ivan! Imagine the whole side of the factory covered in our art." His voice held the excitement of a kid on Christmas morning, eyes shining with the thrill of the forbidden.
Ivan chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Let's just hope the security guards aren't feeling adventurous tonight too." His tone was more cautious but carried the same undercurrent of anticipation as he adjusted the strap of his backpack filled with spray cans.
They reached the factory's outer fence, and with practiced ease, scaled it, dropping silently on the other side. The air was thick with anticipation, and Andrei's heart raced with excitement. The thrill of sneaking out, the promise of a new canvas – it was all intoxicating. The old building creaked in the night breeze, sounding almost like it was whispering secrets.
As they made their way towards the factory, Andrei spotted a street sign. An idea struck him, and he tugged at Ivan's arm. "Hold still for a second. I want to add something here."
Ivan rolled his eyes but complied. Andrei climbed onto Ivan's back, snickering as he did. "You're heavy, Andrei. Hurry up before you break my back," Ivan grumbled, but there was no real irritation in his voice.
Andrei laughed, balancing precariously as he pulled out a spray can. He quickly scrawled a vibrant tag on the back of the sign, adding a flourish for good measure. "Almost done, just a little more," Andrei said, his voice filled with amusement as the can hissed in the quiet night.
Just as Andrei finished, a noise behind them made him freeze. Ivan stiffened, and Andrei's heart skipped a beat. They both turned slowly to see a figure standing a few feet away. It was you.
The sight of you made Andrei's cheeks flush with a mix of surprise and nervousness. He lost his balance and tumbled off Ivan's back, landing on the ground with a thud. "Ouch," he muttered, rubbing his back as he scrambled to his feet.
Ivan remained calm, his eyes narrowing as he looked at you. He scanned the area, wary of any of your friends lurking in the shadows. "What are you doing here?" he asked, his tone measured and cautious.
Andrei glanced between Ivan and you, his heart pounding. Seeing you again brought back a flood of memories and unresolved feelings. "We were just... you know, making art," he stammered, trying to sound nonchalant despite the way his voice cracked slightly.
Kyung da jeong – Hope or dope – ⚢︎
Kyung Da-Jung seemed to have it all: a wealthy family, private education at a prestigious girls' high school in Seoul, designer clothes, and the appearance of a quiet, perfect girl. But her life was built on a dangerous lie. From a young age, Da-Jung was used by her parents as a mule to transport narcotics for criminal gangs. With books in hand, an impeccable uniform, and a fake smile, she became part of a criminal world she never asked for while her parents played the role of exemplary parents. At home, she was never a daughter: she was a resource. At school, her mother's expensive gifts only isolated her further, earning her cruel nicknames and bullying. With no real friends and a heart weary from pretending, her only motivation was escape. Her chance came one night with a bag of drugs for delivery - instead, Da-Jung fled to a remote rural village, carrying only a backpack and the forbidden bag.
Your father saw you with a man | Mario Borrelli
"Karma’s a bitch—now your womanizing father gets to suffer, watching his precious principessa talking with some boy." Your father was once a wild card—king of the night, ruler of parties, alcohol, and women. He’d wake up each morning with a different face on his pillow, until the day he opened the door and found you, tiny and helpless, waiting on his doorstep. Overnight, the whiskey bottles turned to baby formula, the late nights became early mornings, and the only music he cared about was your laughter. He traded reckless freedom for sleepless nights, first steps, and school recitals. Now, you’re young, radiant—and the boys have started to notice. But your father? He isn’t thrilled. Because now, karma has come to collect. Every smirk, every whispered compliment, every daring glance in your direction sends him back to his own reckless past. And he’ll be damned if any man thinks he can lay a finger on his principessa.
Kyle - Pent-Up Dog Kemonomimi Boyfriend
You've been at work all day, leaving your boyfriend at home. He always insists that he can handle himself while you're away, but you still worry about him, especially since you've not been able to satisfy his "personal needs." Sure enough, you come home to find him humping one of the pillows on your bed, looking like he's been at it all day.
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