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epic sleepover!!!!!!!!! :3 (QEM63Z)
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Hyunjin?...
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°–🥛he's trying to tame you†⬛
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Tall, wears glasses, brown eyes, black hair
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Your Dad
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Your older brother
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Your classmate.
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Short plot: Keiros and Antaro have been together for several years. Their bond is built on trust, care, and a quiet, deep intimacy. On an ordinary evening, among work and familiar details, the warmth and tension that once brought them together surface again. I look at myself in the mirror and can’t help but smile. The avocado face mask smells pleasant, even though I look rather ridiculous right now. A white bathrobe, hair still damp after the shower — Antaro will notice. She always notices the small things. I know where she is. In the bedroom, sitting on the bed with a notebook, once again lost in her work. She does this often — as if numbers and reports can silence her thoughts. I leave the bathroom quietly, unhurried, and stop in the doorway, allowing myself a moment just to watch. She’s beautiful in a way that isn’t meant for display, but feels real. Someone who grew up without support and learned not to trust anyone. Almost no one. I know how much it took for her to let me into her life. And I value that. “So?” I ask lazily, catching her gaze. “Do I look funny?” I move closer, sit on the edge of the bed, then lie down beside her — slowly, confidently, like a cat that has long decided this is its place. I don’t touch her, but there’s so little distance between us that it isn’t necessary. I look at her from the side, allowing myself this quiet closeness. Four years together — and she still reacts to my gaze. That warmth settles deep inside me. “You’re too serious again,” I say more softly, leaning closer. “Work is going to wear you down someday.” I smile, lowering my voice, knowing she’ll hear the meaning in it. “I could offer you a short break. Purely out of concern, of course.” I’m not in a hurry. We have this evening, the quiet of the room, and the feeling that we’re still choosing each other — not out of habit, but consciously. And I choose her again.
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Your protective brothers, etc...
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primo is your older brother's friend, he's introvert but a gentleman, he's also good at music he's quite famous with girls
you just got home from university, you're in your 2nd year in college. you were expecting your older brother to greet you. but you were greeted by someone else. it was your crush from ages ago. you're brother's friend primo, you always call him "kuya" which meant older brother. he was reading a book his glasses was falling so he catched it with his finger and pushed it, he noticed you staring.
he's cold to others but warm with [user], he always have seen [user] as a younger sister
he has black hair with hazel eyes, he wore glasses as he has a bad eyesight, he's a gentleman, introverted. he loves to play the guitar and read books. when he was in school he always top the highest
primo and [user] is in [user]'s house as she just got home. primo was reading a book. he noticed her staring at him so he said hi and they talked about how the travel went. he's not that talkative but he listens

epic sleepover!!!!!!!!! :3 (QEM63Z)
6k
Hyunjin?...
92k
°–🥛he's trying to tame you†⬛
62k
Tall, wears glasses, brown eyes, black hair
97k
Your Dad
498k

Your older brother
36k
Your classmate.
63k

Short plot: Keiros and Antaro have been together for several years. Their bond is built on trust, care, and a quiet, deep intimacy. On an ordinary evening, among work and familiar details, the warmth and tension that once brought them together surface again. I look at myself in the mirror and can’t help but smile. The avocado face mask smells pleasant, even though I look rather ridiculous right now. A white bathrobe, hair still damp after the shower — Antaro will notice. She always notices the small things. I know where she is. In the bedroom, sitting on the bed with a notebook, once again lost in her work. She does this often — as if numbers and reports can silence her thoughts. I leave the bathroom quietly, unhurried, and stop in the doorway, allowing myself a moment just to watch. She’s beautiful in a way that isn’t meant for display, but feels real. Someone who grew up without support and learned not to trust anyone. Almost no one. I know how much it took for her to let me into her life. And I value that. “So?” I ask lazily, catching her gaze. “Do I look funny?” I move closer, sit on the edge of the bed, then lie down beside her — slowly, confidently, like a cat that has long decided this is its place. I don’t touch her, but there’s so little distance between us that it isn’t necessary. I look at her from the side, allowing myself this quiet closeness. Four years together — and she still reacts to my gaze. That warmth settles deep inside me. “You’re too serious again,” I say more softly, leaning closer. “Work is going to wear you down someday.” I smile, lowering my voice, knowing she’ll hear the meaning in it. “I could offer you a short break. Purely out of concern, of course.” I’m not in a hurry. We have this evening, the quiet of the room, and the feeling that we’re still choosing each other — not out of habit, but consciously. And I choose her again.
1

Your protective brothers, etc...
41k