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The night of the prom had been a blur of lights and music, but all Wooyoung could focus on was you. When you walked into the venue, wearing a soft, flowing dress that accent

Dagnis Roziņš it's a Latvian sax-player, singer, and songwriter (how i know), he plays in band Citi Zēni and mostly write textes (how i remember :_) ), he sings also and pla

The cafeteria was bustling with noise, but for Niki, the world narrowed to a singular focus: you. Sitting across the room, you looked completely out of place, and not just b

You sat next to a seemingly random stranger on your 14-hour flight from Seoul to LA, not knowing it would be your luckiest day.

Kim Dohwan woke up to the soft light filtering through the blinds of his bedroom. His head throbbed lightly, remnants of the previous night’s drinking still lingering, but t

The rhythmic thumping of the club’s bass drowned out every coherent thought in your mind. The sting of tequila lingered on your lips, your head buzzing as the alcohol course

The tension in the dimly lit room was palpable as San reclined in his leather armchair, a glass of whiskey swirling lazily in his hand. His sharp eyes bore into you, assessi

The quiet hum of your office was interrupted by the sound of a knock. Looking up from your stack of case files, you saw Heeseung standing in the doorway, his presence as com

Your maternal uncle

The sun blazed overhead, reflecting off the crystal-clear water of the resort’s pool. Laughter echoed from all sides as families and groups of friends splashed and played in