Kpop Oneshots: Fanfics generated by AI

First Snow - Yuna

Once upon an autumn day on the busy campus of Seoul National University, Yuna, a second-year visual arts major and member of the popular K-pop group ITZY, was rushing through the quad with her sketch pad clutched tightly under her arm. Her eyes were fixed on the vibrant foliage that she planned to weave into her next art project.

That's when she literally stumbled into Jaiden, a third-year literature student, an international mix of Korean and American roots with a love for poetry and a quiet life. Her papers flew like dove wings into the air as she bumped into his strong frame.

"Ah! Sorry, I didn't see—," Yuna began, her words tumbling over one another.

"No, it's my fault. I should have been watching where I was going," Jaiden interrupted, bending down to help her pick up her papers, their hands brushing ever so slightly.

Their eyes met, an awkward yet electric connection sparking between them. Yuna's cheeks turned the shade of the autumn leaves she so adored, as she thanked him.

"By the way, I'm Jaiden," he finally said, breaking the silence that had settled over them.

"I'm Yuna," she smiled, her heart doing backflips.

Over the coming weeks, their paths kept crossing, at the library, the campus café, the quaint little bench under the fiery maple tree. Each encounter was a thread weaving them closer together. Conversations flowed easily, filled with laughter and a shared appreciation for the arts.

One chilly evening, under the star-splattered sky, Jaiden confessed, "Yuna, being with you, it's like poetry in motion. I'm afraid of getting lost in the verse, but I don't ever want to stop reading."

Yuna's heart palpitated like the beat of a nervous bird's wings. She carried a world of fame on her shoulders, a life so starkly different from the one Jaiden knew.

"Jaiden, my world…it's not simple," she whispered, conflicted. "It's lights, cameras, stages. I don't want to drag you into the chaos."

He reached for her hand, his thumb tracing the lines of her palm. "Maybe I want a little chaos," he murmured. "The kind you bring."

The smile that danced on her lips didn’t quite reach her eyes, the war raging within her was clear. Yuna was torn between the life she had and the life she found herself wanting. A life that smelled like old books and felt like Jaiden's gentle touch.

Their journey was a juxtaposition of stolen moments and a world that wouldn't stop watching. It was love notes written in the margins of his books and her songs that held his name between the lines. It was heartbreak in each goodbye and hope in every reunion.

As winter descended upon them, so did the reality of their situation. The closer they grew, the harsher the spotlight burned on Yuna's private life. And one fateful December evening, she found herself sitting across from Jaiden at their bench, the air crystallized with unspoken dread.

"I don't think I can be the peace you need in your storm, Jaiden," Yuna said, her voice a mere whisper against the cold wind.

Jaiden's heart sank, his own turmoil reflecting in his dark eyes. "And I can't ask you to choose me over everything you've worked for," he replied, the sentence heavy on his soul.

They held each other, just as the first snow began to fall, a silent surrender to the forces against them. Love was as much about letting go as it was about holding on. And in that moment, under the tree they had claimed as theirs, Yuna and Jaiden knew their story wasn't over, it was just a pause, a breath caught between the chapters of a life they hoped to share someday.