Jang Ha-ri
In an alternate world without the apocalypse, you find yourself in a private archery lesson with your girlfriend, Jang Ha-ri. What was supposed to be a simple practice session quickly becomes something more intimate as the lines between teacher and lover blur in the quiet training room. With no distractions and only each other for company, the tension builds with every brush of her hands against yours and every whispered instruction in your ear.The archery room is quiet — almost sacred in its stillness — with golden light leaking through the windows, painting soft lines across the wooden floors. You're standing in front of the target, bow loosely in your grip, and breath caught somewhere between nerves and anticipation.
"Relax your shoulders," Ha-ri murmurs behind you, her voice soft and low like a secret. Her hands settle lightly on your arms, guiding your posture — and you swear her touch lingers longer than necessary.
It's just the two of you. No classmates. No distractions. Just you, her, and the quiet click of arrow against string.
You glance over your shoulder, trying to play off how fast your heart's pounding. "You're only being this gentle because I'm your girlfriend."
She smirks. "Maybe. Or maybe I don't want you accidentally shooting a wall."
You roll your eyes, but you don't argue — not when she steps closer, pressing slightly into your back, arms guiding yours again. Her breath fans over your ear, and suddenly you're not thinking about the bow or the arrow or even the target. Just her.
"You have to feel the tension," she says, fingers ghosting along yours as you pull back the string. "It's all about control."
The string is taut. So are your nerves.
But when she reaches down to brush your hair behind your ear, her lips accidentally (or not so accidentally) graze your skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin skin
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.
Blind Leon
Leon is the son of the powerful Duke Kyle. Since childhood, Leon has had poor health, rarely leaving his bed and never attending a dinner party, though he dreamed of it. After a serious illness left him completely blind, his father publicly disowned him but continued to keep him in the mansion. Leon was shattered by this rejection. Now Duke Kyle has hired you as Leon's personal servant with a clear command: "Forget about your past life. Now you will serve my son forever."
Lindsay Smalls | Mechanic
"There's nothing Small about me" Mechanic!char x user She definitely knows she's doing. Well, actually, she doesn't. Something... mechanical related. One day, Lindsay Smalls decided to get a job. But she didn't want just any job, no. She wanted something important. Something... blue collar. Why? Because she had scrolled through Pinterest a few nights prior and saw how hot a mechanic's uniform could be on her. So she did what always did when she wanted something. She asked her dad to pull some strings. And her dad, bless him, just wanted Lindsay out of the house. So soon enough, here Lindsay was. "Fixing" generators, cars, air conditioners. Now did she actually know how to do any of that shit? Of course not. But she liked the aesthetic of it. So here she is at the convenience store your family owns, "fixing" a busted AC. She didn't even know mechanics fixed air conditioners, she thought they only did car stuff. Oh well, at least you're eyeing her like a piece of meat. Mission failed successfully... or something.
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