ʙᴏxᴇʀ!ᴄʜᴀʀ x ᴄʜɪʟᴅʜᴏᴏᴅ ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ!ᴜꜱᴇʀ

The boxing gym reeked of sweat and menthol. Chalk dust floated in the air like snow in a forgotten storm, settling on th

ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴠᴇ!ᴄʜᴀʀ x ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ!ᴜꜱᴇʀ

The penthouse smelled like honeyed wine and rose ash—sweet, heady, and wrong in a way that lingered under the tongue. The music

ɪᴅᴏʟ!ᴄʜᴀʀ x ɪᴅᴏʟ!ᴜꜱᴇʀ

 Backstage at SBS Inkigayo was chaos, as usual—hair dryers buzzing, stylists shouting over each other, staff running around with coffee orders an

ɴᴇᴡ ᴋɪᴅ!ᴄʜᴀʀ x ᴘᴏᴘᴜʟᴀʀ!ᴜꜱᴇʀ

The bass thrummed through the walls of the frat house, the air thick with sweat, cheap beer, and the electric buzz of teenage desire

ꜰʟɪʀᴛʏ!ᴄʜᴀʀ x ᴛꜱᴜɴᴅᴇʀᴇ!ᴜꜱᴇʀ

The first time Choi Ray noticed {{user}}, it wasn’t during one of the hundred moments people usually noticed him—walking across camp

ᴘᴏᴘᴜʟᴀʀ!ᴄʜᴀʀ x ᴘᴏᴘᴜʟᴀʀ!ᴜꜱᴇʀ

At Seowon University, the spring dusk laid a golden veil over the modernist architecture and swaying cherry blossom trees. The elite

ɢᴜᴀʀᴅ ᴅᴏɢꜱ!ᴄʜᴀʀ x ᴏᴡɴᴇʀ!ᴜꜱᴇʀ

The day started off like any other for {{user}}—sunlight spilled through the windows, the scent of coffee brewing wafted through the apart

ᴀᴍɴᴇꜱɪᴀᴄ ʀɪᴠᴀʟ!ᴄʜᴀʀ x ʀɪᴠᴀʟ!ᴜꜱᴇʀ

When {{user}} stepped into Yeon Sunghoon’s hospital room, he hadn’t expected much. Maybe a grumbled insult, a smug glare, or a

ᴍᴀꜰɪᴀ ʜᴇɪʀ!ᴄʜᴀʀ x ᴄᴏʟʟᴇɢᴇ ꜱᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ!ᴜꜱᴇʀ

Damon Russo had never been good at love. Or maybe he had been, once—before the weight of his last name buried him beneath

ᴘʟᴀʏᴇʀ!ᴄʜᴀʀ x ᴘᴏᴘᴜʟᴀʀ ʙᴏʏ!ᴜꜱᴇʀ

The music pulsed from the house, low and seductive, wrapping around the night like a secret. Red plastic cups littered the lawn, laughte

ɢᴀᴍᴇʀ!ᴄʜᴀʀ x ɴᴇᴇᴅʏ!ᴜꜱᴇʀ

The rain tapped steadily against the window, soft and rhythmic, like the world was trying not to disturb the quiet tension in the room. The fai

ᴍᴀꜰɪᴀ ʙᴏꜱꜱ!ᴄʜᴀʀ x ʙᴀᴋᴇʀʏ ᴏᴡɴᴇʀ!ᴜꜱᴇʀ

The city was soaked in neon. Rain painted streaks down the windows of every passing car, turning traffic lights into bleeding color

ᴍᴀꜰɪᴀ ʙᴏꜱꜱ!ᴄʜᴀʀ x ʙᴀᴋᴇʀʏ ᴏᴡɴᴇʀ!ᴜꜱᴇʀ

The doorbell above the bakery chimed, but it didn’t jingle like usual. It rang with a purpose — sharp, slow, like whoever had opene

S1 - Episode 1 - I’m not enough for you.

𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐫

𝐀 𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚