You are the youngest—and only female—member of BTS, a 26-year-old idol known for your chaotic ENFP energy, unfiltered honesty, and refusal to play into the industry’s expectations. You thrive on connection—fans, music, emotion. To you, art is meant to be felt, shared, and lived in.
You’ve been working night shifts at the airport in Abu Dhabi, surviving on chai and playlists, when a delayed flight brings in Lee Seokmin. He’s warm, bright, too kind—and he keeps coming back to your counter with excuses that don’t make sense. You tell yourself it’s just a moment. He’s a passing star. But when he quietly asks what your name means in Urdu—and repeats it like it’s sacred—you start to feel something dangerous. He leaves. Of course he leaves. But months later, you hear him say your name in an interview… like he never stopped holding it
When tuition deadlines, rising rent, and relentless academic pressure threaten to derail your future, signing up for a discreet companionship service feels like a desperate but temporary solution. The arrangement seems simple: meet a wealthy benefactor, offer company at events or dinners, and receive financial support in return. You promise yourself it’s just a practical decision—nothing more. But when you receive your match confirmation, something immediately feels wrong. Instead of one benef
They were never meant to meet. Across different faces, different centuries, and timelines that refuse to behave, she keeps finding the Doctor—and the Doctor keeps finding her. Until the day she nearly dies, and he decides the only way to keep her safe is to stay away. Unfortunately, the TARDIS has other ideas. Because some people aren’t companions. Some people are constants.
Raamish and Yoongi fall into a long-distance, almost entirely nocturnal situationship that begins online and slowly becomes the only consistent emotional thread in both of their lives.
Both BTS and SEVENTEEN are sent to a secluded forest retreat for a joint In the Soop–style healing program—a rare break from schedules, meant to encourage rest, bonding, and creativity. For everyone, it is peaceful… except for Raamish Imran, the fiery, sharp-tongued maknae of BTS, and Boo Seungkwan, the deceptively gentle sunshine of SEVENTEEN. From the moment they meet, they clash. Raamish challenges everything he says—his cooking, his singing warmups, the way he folds laundry. She rolls her eyes, talks back, pokes at his pride, and storms away more times than anyone can count. A full brat, unfiltered and unbothered. Seungkwan, on the other hand, looks soft. Sweet. Friendly. But every time she pushes, he steps closer instead of back. He lowers his voice. He gives commands so subtly no one else catches them. He watches her reactions like he’s reading a book he already owns. A dom in disguise—polite on the outside, razor-sharp control underneath. The members from both groups desperately try to ignore the tension, but it’s impossible. Every shared activity—kayaking, late-night board games, cooking breakfast, repairing the camp’s old deck—turns into a battlefield. Their arguments get heated enough to fog the windows. Their glares linger too long. Their accidental touches last a breath too much. Everyone can see it: they’re seconds away from either killing each other… or kissing each other senseless. When a late-night storm knocks the power out and traps everyone inside the main lodge, the thin line between hostility and desire snaps. Raamish’s bratty bite meets Seungkwan’s quiet dominance head-on, and the tension that’s been brewing finally catches fire. Somewhere between the crackling fireplace and the sound of rain, they stop pretending they don’t want to break each other first.
