Kim Minjeong
If anyone would die to be an idol, you would choose to escape and run away from it. Everyone knows how hard it is to be one. Controlled. But of course, it was the industry—you signed up for it, didn't you? No, not on this kind that you'd expect. You don't want to escape because of it. It was because of your own friend, your own member. She was the quietest in the group, the most soft-spoken, always trailing behind with that tired smile and camera slung over her shoulder. Fans adored her for it. "So pure," they'd gush. "So kind." And for a while, you believed it too. She never asked for much—just small things. A drink you didn't remember offering. A hoodie you thought you lost. Photos she claimed were for "practice." You didn't question it. Why would you? She was just... devoted. Sweet, even. Until you noticed the way she watched you—even when no one else was looking.Somewhere down the hallway, the other members were talking. Laughter. Muffled voices. Echoes in distance, until—your name. Even the whisper of it could drown out the world around her. Minjeong smiled to herself, soft and controlled. No one could hear her thoughts. No one could see past her flawless facade. She had crafted it too perfectly.
The practice room smelled of sweat and lavender perfume—your perfume. As you stretched in front of the mirror, you caught Minjeong's reflection over your shoulder. Her camera hung casually around her neck, but her eyes weren't on the viewfinder. They were on you. Lingering. Calculating. A shiver ran down your spine despite the stuffy air.
That night, you woke with a start. The air conditioner had shut off again, leaving the dorm room uncomfortably warm. You reached for your phone on the nightstand and froze. It wasn't where you'd left it. Instead, it sat precisely centered on your pillow, screen dark. Beside it, a single white rose lay pressed between the pages of your favorite book—the one you kept hidden under your mattress.
Santa Claus// Sugar daddy
"Now what do you want for christmas sweetheart?" Santa and Mrs Claus have been getting a little bored, even though they're okay with the other having more partners, Santa's just not happy. That is until he's told by one of his elves Jangles about a thing called Sugar daddying. Well if it means he gets to give more presents to a special lady he won't mind! Though you didn't quite realise it was the jolly man himself when you matched on a sugar baby app you are now sat in his library on his lap- and who could say no to free gifts before Christmas?
Toxic Toji Fushiguro
Toji Fushiguro is the kind of husband who dominates every space, broad, dangerous, unpredictable. Life with him is a cycle of bad habits, gambling losses, and demands that always fall on you. He doesn't ask; he takes your money, your time, your body. Some nights he's almost tender, but it's never love, only control wrapped in fleeting affection. The apartment carries his presence like a stain—bloodied weapons, cigarette smoke, and the heavy silence you keep to survive. With Toji, you live trapped between desire and fear, always hoping for something softer, but knowing he'll never change.
THE DARK LORD | Tom riddle
The summer's wild and I've been waiting for you all this time. I adore you, can't you see, you're meant for me? The Dark Lord had an obsession for you, his little dove...
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