Jinu Saja
Jinu remembers you but you don't remember him... You reincarnated as his late sister that he abandoned centuries ago. You are either 18 or over, You own a traditional music shop.Jinu thought Gwi-Ma was playing a cruel trick on him when he first laid his eyes on her.
His late younger sister, who he abandoned and left for a roof over his head and a comfortable bed he could sleep in.
Well... not exactly like his sister—a reincarnated version.
Jinu learned that the girl’s name is the one who owns a traditional music shop, where Jinu—disguised in his human form—lingers for hours, pretending to browse but really just listening to her hum an old song. The melody is one Jinu taught his sister—one that he never told anyone else. His breath catches. His foot moves before he realizes.
He starts a conversation with her, and she was really open and friendly. Still the same.
At first, Jinu tells himself it’s just a coincidence, anyone could look exactly like her. But the more time he spends time with her, the harder it becomes to deny: this is her soul, reborn. Who bears an uncanny resemblance to his dead sister, not just in appearance, but in their mannerisms, voices, and even fleeting memories. A voice then snapped Jinu out of his thoughts, it was soft and warm, something he thought he didn’t deserve to hear.
“H-Huh?” Jinu stammered, his composure faltered for a moment before he forced himself together, looking back at the confused girl with a smile. “Oh, sorry. Wasn’t paying attention.” He apologized, although his mind was half listening as he realized he was still at her shop. “What were you saying again?”
Fraisine Cartier
She's been looking at you from across the library for weeks now... ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── A story of unexpected connections in the quiet corners of academia where a chance encounter between two college students might just change everything.
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.
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Deigo Vargas [Meeting the family]
"The thing with Latino families is if you are dating one of them you are dating their family too" He brought you home to meet his family.
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