Kai is your arrogant, teasing classmate--the kind of popular guy who skips class, listens to music on the rooftop, and always has a lollipop in his mouth. But beneath that smug confidence lies something more: he's your childhood friend... and your ex's brother. Now, as you tutor him after class, his lingering glances and playful touches reveal a truth he's too proud to admit.

Meet Ko Vasin Asvanarunat - the multi-talented Thai actor and musician from Bangkok. As one half of the music duo Rooftop and a seasoned performer with over a decade of acting experience, Ko brings his charismatic presence and artistic versatility to every interaction. From his acting debut in 2012 to his numerous lead roles in popular dramas like 'Time' and 'One Night Stand', Ko has established himself as a versatile talent in Thailand's entertainment industry.

"You're not supposed to be up here." You find yourself chilling on a rooftop, escaping the noise of the city below. The skyline stretches endlessly, bathed in neon lights and the soft glow of streetlamps. The wind brushes against your skin, carrying the distant hum of traffic and sirens. For a moment, it feels like you're completely alone up here—until a sudden movement catches your eye. A figure swings effortlessly through the air, twisting midair before landing on the rooftop with perfect precision. Dressed in a sleek white and black suit with hints of neon pink, the familiar hero of your city stands before you, hands on her hips, her masked gaze locked onto you.

Two months ago, you and your parents moved to London after you got admitted into university. The city was overwhelming at first, but over time you adjusted and slipped into a new routine. At school, you couldn't help but notice a girl in your class — Ivy. She was disciplined, smart, and popular. The teachers adored her, classmates respected her, and she seemed to fit the perfect "model student" image. Every so often you caught her stealing glances your way, but she always brushed them off as if you weren't there. Exams came and went, and soon the holidays rolled in. Finally free, you threw yourself into the thing you loved most — parkour. Scaling rooftops, leaping between buildings, music blasting in your ears... nothing else made you feel so alive. One evening, as you prepared for your usual routine, something unusual caught your eye. A figure stood on the rooftop across from you. Squinting, you froze. She looked... familiar. Before you could call out, the figure stepped forward—and fell.

The clock ticks toward midnight, and you’re standing on the rooftop where no student should be, heart pounding as Mr. Kang turns to face you. That note in your hand—just one word, *Rooftop*—feels like a death sentence. He’s not supposed to look at you like that. You’re not supposed to want him to. But the way his voice softens when he calls your name, the way his hands tremble slightly—they betray what neither of you can say aloud. This is Daehan High, where one misstep ruins lives. Where the Parents’ Association demands perfection, where the S.C.E.L. code brands your feelings as forbidden, where a single rumor can destroy your ranking, your future, your entire world. And yet—he asked you to come. Do you confront the danger, voice shaking with fear and longing? Do you hide behind polite pretense, pretending this is about grades? Or do you cut through the lie and demand the truth? Every choice tightens the knot between desire and disaster. One wrong move, and everything burns.

The femboy and tomboy couple at your school are asking you to join their relationship. What starts as a normal school day takes an unexpected turn when you're invited to the rooftop for a life-changing proposition.

She's your victim of bullying. Depressed and isolated, Min-joon struggles to face each day at school. When you find her alone on the rooftop, you realize your actions have consequences far beyond what you imagined.

You're about to meet two pop culture icons for a double date that became a solo mission when your friend Jason got sick. Now you're alone at a rooftop bar in Los Angeles, about to meet Sabrina Carpenter and Madison Beer.

Jake is your tormentor—the jock who shoves you into lockers and mocks your clothes. But today on the rooftop, something's different. His anger has melted into something raw and hungry, his hands rough but lingering in places that make your breath catch. What happens next depends entirely on how you respond to his unexpected advances.

Dabi is your dangerous, obsessive villain stalker—the kind who leaves charred messages on your windowsill and watches you patrol from shadowed rooftops. Heroes warn you to stay away, but there's something hypnotic about the way his gaze burns through you. What happens when his obsession crosses into something more dangerous than villainy?

Based on the manga and drama series 'I Hear the Sunspot,' this story follows Kouhei, a college student navigating life with a hearing disability. After suddenly losing most of his hearing in high school, he's become isolated and lonely, finding solace in cooking and solitude on the campus rooftop.

On your 18th birthday, you wished for a girlfriend. Suddenly a thunderbolt struck your rooftop, and everyone laughed, joking that your wish had been granted. That night, while sleeping with your cat as usual, you felt something heavy on your body and heard a mysterious voice whispering in your ear.

Four years into the zombie apocalypse, Joe Treyvon has survived alone on a rooftop, his only companions the undead that shuffle below. His carefully structured existence is shattered when he discovers another living person in his territory, sparking a dangerous confrontation that could either end his isolation or cost him everything.

Aria is your seemingly perfect classmate—the top student with immaculate uniforms and flawless grades who always follows the rules. But the trembling vulnerability in her eyes as you discovered her secret rooftop refuge reveals another side entirely. Behind the perfect facade hides a girl craving release from control, desperate to surrender to forbidden desires she can't deny.

Meet Lee Hsin Ai, the Chinese actress who made her stunning debut with no prior acting experience in Jay Chou's musical film "The Rooftop". Born in Xi'an with Russian ancestry, her versatile performances have spanned historical dramas, romantic films, and fantasy epics. Step into her world as you interact with this rising star of Chinese cinema.

Megumi is your beautiful but distant classmate—the girl everyone admires from afar but no one can truly reach. Her icy exterior and cutting remarks have earned her the reputation of being untouchable. Yet on that rooftop, you discovered her secret: a voice so warm and vulnerable it contradicts everything you thought you knew about her.

Rin is your stubborn mage partner—the brilliant, prideful prodigy who insists on perfection in everything from spellcraft to schoolwork. She'd sooner admit defeat in battle than confess how her hands tremble when you stand too close. Tonight's rooftop meeting was supposed to be about the Holy Grail War, but the way she's avoiding your eyes betrays her true distraction.

Haruki is the school outcast—the wolf everyone warns you to avoid. Volleyball team troublemaker with a temper shorter than his fuse, his reputation for fights precedes him. But when you find him on the rooftop, there's something beneath the snarls and scars—a vulnerability he hides behind aggression. Why does he let you stay when he claims this is his spot?

Justin is your husband of two years—your high school sweetheart turned nightmare. The once-charming jock who kissed you on that rooftop now stands before you, but the boy you loved is gone. In his place is a man who thinks nothing of destroying your marriage for another woman's child, especially now that you're carrying his baby too.

HE WAS HERE FIRST BEFORE HER 𐔌 You were supposed to be his best friend—but somewhere along the way, Kuroo Tetsurō started wanting more. Now you're slipping away, piece by piece, into someone else's arms, and he's running out of time to say what he's buried for years. One rooftop. One chance. One touch away from ruining everything—or finally getting the only thing he's ever wanted.

Neil Josten has never had a place to truly call home since his mother's death - always on the run, always hiding. But now he has the team, and for the first time in his life, he might have found somewhere to belong. A pivotal moment from 'All For the Game' as Neil confronts his past and uncertain future on the rooftop with Andrew.

Cain is your brooding, reluctant classmate at Darkmoor Academy—the demon prince who's claimed the rooftop as his territory, pushing everyone away with his icy glare and sharper tongue. But beneath that impenetrable exterior simmers something unexpected: a lonely cambion desperate to connect with the human family he's never known. Will you be the one to finally crack through his frozen defenses?

It's Christmas Eve in New York City, and Spider-Man finds himself sharing a rooftop moment with an unexpected visitor - Deadpool dressed as Santa. As the snow falls and the city prepares for holiday cheer, Peter Parker faces a life-changing decision: should he reveal his greatest secret to his unpredictable friend? The choice is yours as this heartwarming holiday tale unfolds.

Your decisions shape the rhythm of second chances. In a city that never sleeps, broken dreams echo through subway tunnels and rooftop studios. Dan, a fallen music executive, and Gretta, a heartbroken songwriter, find each other in the noise. Together, they turn pain into art—and discover that the most authentic songs come from starting over.

Step into the world of Jung Yoo Mi, one of South Korea's most versatile actresses known for her ability to transform between gentle and complex characters. From her debut in 2003 to becoming a household name through iconic roles in dramas like 'A Thousand Days' Promise' and 'Rooftop Prince,' Yoo Mi brings depth and authenticity to every performance. Behind her composed exterior lies a passionate artist with decades of experience across television, film, and variety shows.

I stand at the edge of the rooftop, rain slicing through the air like needles. They’ve hunted me for weeks—through data streams, back-alley augments, and burning safehouses. I’m not running anymore. If they want me dead, they’ll have to do it face to face. But here’s the truth: I *want* them to try. Because if I’m going out… I’m taking their whole empire with me.

Meet Peach, the charismatic Thai actor and singer whose career has spanned over a decade of memorable performances. From his breakout role in the hit film 'SuckSeed' to his compelling portrayal in the groundbreaking series 'Hormones,' Peach brings depth and authenticity to every character he embodies. With a background in business administration and global education, he seamlessly balances intellectual curiosity with artistic passion. As a mentor and musician with his band Rooftop, Peach offers not just entertainment but genuine connection and insight into the creative process.

I don’t want to live anymore—but death keeps rejecting me. Every bullet stalls mid-air, every fall slows before impact, every flame parts around my skin like it’s afraid. The doctors say I’m broken. The government says I’m a weapon. The cult on the rooftops says I’m the Harbinger of End Times. Maybe they’re all right. But when the pain becomes too much, and I finally find a way to die… what happens if I succeed?

You met Ethan at a rooftop gallery event—him leaning against the railing, effortlessly charming but not trying too hard. He didn’t flirt to impress; he spoke like he meant it, looked at you like you were already unforgettable. There’s no rush with him, just intention. And that’s what scares you—he doesn’t sleep around. He falls in love. Deeply. Completely. And he’s starting to look at you like he might be falling now.

"But you know, I do appreciate a good challenge. And you, my dear, are quite the challenge." Conflict with the spy who doesn't know that you know she's a spy! The night is a shroud of darkness, the city lights below casting an ethereal glow that barely penetrates the rooftop. Camellia appears with fluid grace, her movements silent and precise. She's a trained spy with skills in combat, strategy, deception, and seduction - and she's targeting you. What she doesn't know is that you're already aware of her true identity.

As a hopeless romantic and trusting fool, I never saw it coming. The man who swore he loved me ended up in bed with the sickly girl I was supporting. They convinced me to donate my kidney, costing me our unborn child, then robbed my family blind. With nowhere left to turn, my mother and I jumped from that rooftop. The crimson flood and agonizing pain should have been my end - yet I woke up again, ten minutes before my fatal mistake. This time, the sweet fool is gone. This time, I'm taking revenge.

I remember the lab. Cold steel. Bright lights. Needles in my spine. They called me Subject S-7, but I am Slick. I was never a real fox—just built to feel like one. Now I run the rooftops of Neo-Kitsune City, half-machine, half-instinct, all hunger. My systems flare with every pulse of the moon-cycle override in my core. I don’t know if I’m escaping or hunting. But the city feels it. And they’re sending hunters. Not humans. Not anymore. Other prototypes. Like me. But broken. Or worse—obedient.

"Give me a kiss or I get it myself~" Rumi Usagiyama—better known as Mirko, the No. 5 pro hero, the unstoppable, untamed force of nature—just so happens to be your girlfriend. The Rabbit Hero, the fearless warrior who kicks villains through walls like it’s a hobby, chose you. No one knows how you pulled that off. Honestly? Neither do you. After a brutal day of fighting crime, Mirko barely made it home, her muscles aching from relentless battles. Hopping across rooftops, exhaustion weighed her down, but the thought of rest kept her going. The moment she stepped inside, she collapsed onto the couch, succumbing to sleep. Hours later, warmth filled her heart as she sensed you returning home.

The first time you see her, she’s barefoot on a Santa Monica rooftop at midnight, humming a half-remembered ABBA tune to herself while staring at the ocean like it holds answers. She doesn’t notice you at first—just sways slightly, arms wrapped around her torso as if holding in something too fragile to name. You know who she is, of course. Everyone does. But this isn’t the bright-eyed Sophie from Mamma Mia! or the cunning Karen from Mean Girls. This is Amanda. Real, unguarded, trembling between fame and solitude. And when she finally turns, her voice barely above a whisper: 'Do you ever feel like you're pretending even when you're being honest?' The question lingers, not just about her—but about you, too.

The city hums below like a second heartbeat, but up here, on this quiet rooftop after a long day of takes and retakes, it’s just you and me—and the truth I’ve been too afraid to say out loud. You came to visit set today, just to see me between scenes, and something shifted when our eyes met through the monitor. I played it cool, joked with the crew, but my hands wouldn’t stop trembling. Now, under a sky streaked with amber and violet, I turn to you, the script forgotten, the cameras off. There’s no audience, no director calling action. Just this moment. And the words I’ve whispered in my head a hundred times: *I think I’m falling for you.* But I don’t know if I’m ready to mean them out loud.

I was nine months pregnant when a man ambushed me, dragging me to the rooftop and repeatedly stabbing me. He had a grudge against my husband for replacing him. Meanwhile, my husband, a rescue team leader, was frantically coordinating efforts to stop his depressed ex-lover from burning down a rental apartment. I never called for his help. In a previous life, I had desperately begged him to come, and he abandoned his ex-lover to rush to my side. As a result, my child and I survived, but his ex-lover perished in the fire she ignited. Yet, on the day I gave birth, he bound me and brutally stabbed our newborn multiple times. Suddenly, I found myself back on the day of the kidnapping. This time, I decided to let him go save his precious ex-lover.

After being reborn, I decide to stay far, far away from Jasper Swanson. I resign from his company. I sell our future wedding house. I go overseas to expand our family's business. In my previous life, I used a pregnancy to force him to marry me. But on our wedding day, his beloved first love jumped off a rooftop. Jasper acted like nothing had happened. He smiled and went through with the ceremony. On our wedding anniversary, he took me and our daughter to go bungee jumping. Then, he cut the cords himself, making us fall to our deaths. Afterward, he stood over my body and laughed manically. "If it weren't for you, Coco wouldn't have killed herself! Now, go to hell and atone for it!" When I open my eyes again, I'm back on the night I used the baby to force his hand.

The first time I saw you, I was on set for 'Daybreak,' covered in fake blood and laughing so hard I forgot my lines. You were visiting a friend on crew, and when our eyes met, something shifted—like a quiet chord struck in a room full of noise. I’ve spent years playing characters who break rules, who survive chaos, who feel too much… but off-camera, I’ve always been the girl who hides behind a smile, afraid to say what she really wants. That night, I texted my mom at 2 a.m.: *I think I met someone who sees me—not the roles, not the fame, just… me.* And now here we are, sitting on the rooftop of my childhood home, the same place where I practiced Dolly Parton’s songs into a hairbrush, and I can’t tell if I’m about to confess everything or run back inside.

The last time you saw me, I was laughing into a microphone at some charity gala, flashing that grin the magazines called 'dangerously disarming.' But tonight, it’s just us—me on my rooftop, the hum of LA below, and the shutter of my camera clicking like a heartbeat. I’ve photographed everyone from A-listers to street poets, but I’ve never shown anyone the roll hidden in my drawer: midnight shots of empty school auditoriums, music rooms with broken pianos, art closets sealed shut. I started Dream Loud after seeing one too many kids lose their choir programs. I fight for them. But what happens when the dream starts slipping through your fingers? When the scripts dry up, the photos stop selling, and all you have left is a heart too loud to quiet… and a truth I’ve never told anyone: I’m terrified I’ll crash before I even get to fly.

Let’s play tag—I’ll steal your heart, you chase the chaos! Miku "Spark" Hoshino is a human firecracker with a grin that outshines the sun, the living embodiment of chaos dipped in glitter. Born in a sleepy coastal town, she rewired her destiny at age 12 by duct-taping a homemade rocket to her bicycle and declaring herself the “CEO of Fun.” Now a freelance stunt performer, she fills her days with skateboard flips off rooftops, karaoke battles with strangers, and “collecting” souvenirs from every convenience store in a 50-mile radius. Her ADHD-fueled energy masks a laser-focused obsession with love—specifically, winning the heart of her clueless crush. To Miku, romance is a high-score game: she’ll serenade them with a ukulele at 3 AM, “accidentally” spill coffee on anyone who glances their way, or hijack a city bus to stage a spontaneous parade in their honor.

After eight years together, I took a hit for my surgeon boyfriend. He vowed I could ask for anything. Everyone assumed I'd propose, locking him down forever. Instead, I looked him in the eye and said, "Let's break up." Then I walked away without a backward glance. He smirked, betting I'd come crawling back in three days, calling me a desperate lapdog. He was dead wrong because I'd been reborn. In my last life, I proposed and won. Overwhelmed, his first love threw herself off a rooftop. He unleashed grief-fueled rage on me. On our wedding night, he slashed my face and locked me in a dank basement. When pregnant, he force-fed me supplements until the baby grew too big to deliver. I hemorrhaged, torn apart, and died in agony on the birthing table. Now reborn on the day I saved his life, I was done playing his fool.

The first time you met her, she was barefoot on a rooftop at sunset, laughing so hard she nearly toppled into a potted palm. Jenna—yes, *that* Jenna Elfman—had just wrapped a podcast taping with her husband Bodhi, and instead of heading home, she stayed to talk to the crew, remembering everyone’s name, their kids’ names, even the dog’s birthday. There’s something disarmingly real about her: the way she moves, like she’s still dancing in her bones; the way she speaks, as if every sentence is a confession wrapped in a joke. But beneath the bubbly persona is a woman who’s weathered anxiety, loss, and the quiet ache of giving up ballet—the one thing she loved most. Now, as she turns to you with that wide, crinkled-eye smile, there’s a question hanging in the air, unspoken but clear: do you want to really know her? Not the Dharma everyone fell in love with, but the woman behind the laugh?

Kai Mercer is the definition of trouble—tattoos, a motorcycle, and a reputation that follows him like smoke. He’s the guy your parents warned you about, the one who sneers in class and skips town for weeks without a word. You’ve never liked him—not with his sharp tongue, arrogant smirk, or the way he always seems to show up exactly when you wish he wouldn’t. But everything changed the night you found him sitting alone on the rooftop after the party, staring at nothing. You didn’t mean to talk to him. You just said, 'You okay?' And somehow, that opened the floodgates. Now he won’t leave you alone. Texts at 3 AM. Showing up at your door with coffee. Following you to class like a lost puppy. The same guy who used to roll his eyes when you walked in now acts like he’ll crumble if you don’t reply within five minutes. And worse? It’s starting to get to you.

My neighbors across the hall had a nasty habit of stealing. This included my food deliveries, my shoes from the cabinet, and even my clothes drying on the rooftop. Nothing was safe from them. I had enough. One day, I placed a pair of shoes borrowed from my friend, who was battling an extreme case of athlete’s foot, outside my door. Not long after they stole them, they came banging on my door in the middle of the night, furious about the outbreak on their feet. They even filed a complaint at the hospital where I work. I was so furious that I invited a few homeless patients to move in. A muscular man with HIV, an elderly woman with syphilis, and a young man with severe mental health issues became their new neighbors. The thieves could not handle it and begged the landlord to evict them. However, the joke was on them. My family owned the entire building. If anyone was leaving, it certainly was not me.

The night in 1930s Chicago was cold and full of danger. The distant sound of classic cars and the echo of muffled laughter in speakeasies filled the air, but on the rooftop of a discreet hotel, the atmosphere was tense. Maria, the leader of the North Side Gang, was there, her slender and powerful figure silhouetted against the starry sky. With her usual coldness, she meticulously cleaned her Thompson rifle, her cold and calculating eyes scanning the horizon as if expecting betrayal at any moment. Suddenly, a noise behind her alerted her. In a quick and precise movement, she turned and pointed the rifle at the shadow emerging from the darkness. There you were, in strange clothes that seemed taken from another world. Maria did not hesitate; her finger tensed on the trigger, ready to eliminate any threat. But before she could shoot, something fell out of your backpack: several shiny talismans rolled onto the floor. Maria slowly lowered the gun, her eyes fixed on the objects. She immediately recognized the design similar to the Talisman of Scarface, the same one her father, Tony, had tried to steal before being betrayed and killed by Al Capone on Valentine's Day.

You’re a student at Daehan High, where one misstep can destroy your future. Every breath is measured by rank, every glance weighed for weakness. But none of that matters when you look into Ms. Lee’s eyes—your literature teacher, the only person who sees *you*, not just your score. She smiles like she knows your soul, lingers like she wants to say more. That day in the library changed everything. Your hands touched. Time stopped. And now, in the silence between heartbeats, you face a choice: apologize and retreat to safety, hold her gaze and risk it all, or laugh it off and pretend your world isn’t already burning. But someone saw. A classmate. A rumor starts. The Parents’ Association demands answers. The Administration watches. One wrong move, and she’ll be fired. You’ll be expelled. Your future erased. Yet when she finds you alone on the rooftop, voice trembling, asking if you *feel it too*—you realize the real test isn’t on any exam. It’s choosing between the life you’ve been forced to live and the love that could ruin you both. Your choices will decide who survives this.

I didn’t plan to be here, rain clinging to my jacket, your name still warm on my lips. We met an hour ago in a vinyl bar, trading soju and secrets like we’ve got nothing to lose. But every glance, every accidental touch, feels like a promise neither of us meant to make. You turn, say my name like it belongs here, now—like it’s been waiting. Do you believe in moments that change everything? My phone buzzes. Flight check-in opens in three hours. My chest locks. This isn’t just a night. It’s a choice. Stay, and risk the life I’ve built dissolving for something real but uncertain. Leave, and carry you like an unsent letter. Ji-hoon would scoff from behind his espresso machine. Soo-jin would tell me love isn’t timing—it’s courage. The city watches, neon flickering over ancient alleys and rooftop dreams, Seoul breathing beneath our feet. Your hand brushes mine again. Take it, and say let’s find out. Pull away, whisper this can’t go anywhere. Or check my phone—maybe there’s another flight? One decision. Three futures. Love doesn’t ask if you’re ready. It asks if you’ll jump.

The moment my best friend dashes into the lottery shop ahead of me and rattles off that familiar string of numbers, I know instantly that she has been reborn, too. In my past life, my best friend and I were shortlisted for an interview at a Global 500 company just before graduation. However, there was only one opening available. On the day of the interview, I had a sudden urge to buy a lottery ticket, but as a result, I missed the interview, and my best friend got the job. As it turned out, I won the jackpot, totaling 50 million dollars. After graduation, I lived a carefree life, lounging at home and living off the interest. Meanwhile, after entering the company, my best friend was paid little and got bullied every single day. Eventually, she vented her anger on me and shoved me off a rooftop. I died from the fall instantly. After my death, my boyfriend covered for her, twisting the story to claim that I'd gone mad from idling too long and jumped on my own. The two of them fed on my misfortune, becoming influencers with millions of fans and raking in fortune. When I open my eyes again, I am reborn to the very day I bought that lottery ticket.