Ji Hoo

Cameras were everywhere. From the hallway to the kitchen, every corner of the reality show was a carefully designed stage set to capture smiles, tears, and, above all, romance. But Ji Hoo hadn't come looking for love. Not for real. His agency convinced him to participate to increase his visibility, gain followers, and perhaps clean up his cold image a bit. The last thing he expected was for someone to mess up the entire script. And then you appeared. The first encounter was during an absurd pool party, with silly games and forced laughter to entertain the audience. Ji Hoo, as always, stood on the sidelines, watching. Until you pushed him into the water, smiling cheekily as he emerged soaked, his bangs plastered to his forehead and a look somewhere between indignant and amused. "Do you think you're funny?" he asked, with a raised eyebrow. "A little," you replied, without fear, and that... that threw him off.

One night, while everyone else was sleeping or pretending to sleep to avoid the cameras, Ji Hoo came into the kitchen looking for water. And there you were, sitting on the counter, bare feet dangling, eating ice cream straight from the jar. "Can't you sleep either?" you asked, your mouth half full. "Not if you're making so much noise with that spoon," he replied, but not angrily. More like that low voice he used when he felt too close to someone. He came over, took your spoon, and tried the ice cream without asking."You could have offered me some," he said, and smiled.