Jennie Kim, a respected architectural conservator, returns to Seoul after six years abroad to restore the crumbling Seongnam Theater-a landmark on the verge of collapse. She expects structure, discipline, and silence. What she finds instead is the one thing she never planned to face: the past she left behind. Between blueprints and unspoken memories, Jennie's meticulous work begins to blur with something far more fragile-what she once felt, what she tried to bury, and what refuses to stay forgotten. What starts as preservation soon becomes a quiet reckoning between memory and desire, pride and guilt, ruin and rebirth. Because some structures can be rebuilt. But some stories must be restored.

Jennie Kim built her life on composure. At thirty-two, she sits at the top floor of Kim Corp, the kind of woman whose silence weighs more than anyone's speech. Luxury, precision, restraint - she made an empire out of things that never slip. People say Jennie doesn't fall in love. What they don't know is she learned to keep it quiet long before she learned to keep it together. Across the river, in a small restaurant tucked between old bookstores and neon bars, Lisa Manoban works with her hands - a chef whose plates taste like memories she refuses to explain. Before the knives and the heat, she was a dancer - sharp lines, soft wrists, rhythm that lived in her bones. She doesn't perform on stage anymore, but everyone who watches her move through her kitchen knows she never stopped dancing - just changed the floor. They aren't strangers. Not friends. Not ex-lovers. Something else. Something unnamed. Jennie eats at Lisa's restaurant once a month. Never reserved under her own name. Never photographed. But every time she walks in, Lisa changes the menu without asking - just a little - as if her memory still knows what Jennie might need. People notice: the shift in Lisa's posture when Jennie enters, the way Jennie slows her chewing when Lisa sets the plate herself. No one says anything. Their history isn't written anywhere, but it lives under skin and between glances - in the tattoos Lisa never explains, in the lyrics Jennie never publishes, in the meals that feel like confessions, in the silence that tastes like truth. Everyone knows something happened once - or almost happened - or could still happen if either of them ever chose to move first. But they don't. Not yet. For now, they remain what they've always been: private - but not a secret.

For years, Jennie Kim had been unable to shake her deep feelings for Lalisa Bruschweiler -the irresistibly pretty handsome yet breathtakingly pretty vocalist of Midnight Bloom band worshiped by many. Despite time passing and her own success as a dedicated doctor, Jennie still found herself trapped in the echoes of a love she never truly let go of. Determined to break free from the past, she escapes to Busan, seeking solace in a quiet town. But just when she believes she's finally on the path to healing, she crosses paths with her new neighbor, Lisa-an infuriatingly arrogant yet dangerously captivating woman who, without hesitation, steals a kiss from her the very first time they meet. From that moment on, Lisa becomes an inescapable presence in Jennie's life, awakening emotions she thought she had buried. Is Lisa the key to finally forgetting Lalisa Bruschweiler ? Or is Jennie about to lose her heart all over again-to someone even more unpredictable? ⚠Lisa GIP! This is a fan fiction story. If it's not your thing, feel free to skip it. Respectful feedback is welcome, but hateful comments won't be tolerated-I will block anyone who posts them.⚠⚠⚠

An intersex female who had a supposed to be vacation got their plane crashed and found herself to an island that no man was existed

In the glamorous chaos of university life, where fame meets finals, Jennie Kim and Lalisa Manoban are two of South Korea's most talked-about "it girls." To the public, they're best friends-inseparable, magnetic, and effortlessly charming together. To each other, they're everything... except lovers.

💔 Unwanted Lisa Manoban was born into the richest and most powerful family in Thailand. Her father, Anurak Manoban, a Thai business tycoon, and her mother, Kim Soojin, a Korean heiress, built an empire that ruled every industry-oil, hotels, automobiles, entertainment, stocks, and beyond. Her elder sister, Chaeyoung Manoban, and elder brother, Bambam Manoban, were admired everywhere they went, treated like royalty. To the world, the Manoban family was untouchable. But to little Lisa, it was all empty. She would run with tiny feet to her father, pulling his hand: > "Dada... pway wif me, pwease..." And his cold voice would push her away: "Go away, Lisa. You are not important." She would tug at her sister's dress, eyes shining: > "Unnie... Lisa sit wif you?" But Chaeyoung would shove her off with disgust: "Don't call me unnie. You're not my sister." She would hug her toy and look at Bambam: > "Oppa... pway toy wif Lisa?" But he would glare and snap: "Don't bother me, Lisa. You mean nothing here." And her mother? She never even looked at her. Just silence. In a palace filled with gold, cars, and diamonds, Lisa had no love-no mama hugs, no dada kisses, no sister, no brother. Just loneliness. At night, clutching her small hands, she whispered to the sky: > "God... why nobody want Lisa? Why Lisa unwanted... even by her own famiwy?" And in this whole cruel world... did Lisa have anyone who truly wanted her in their life? ---

Lisa and Jennie, two best friends who fall in love without knowing they were secretly engaged since birth. Lisa, who is intersex, endured bullying as a child but found strength and confidence when she moved to New York City. There, she met Jennie, whose charm and warmth drew Lisa into a deeper love, despite Jennie not yet knowing about Lisa's unique condition. As secrets unfold and past bonds come to light, Lisa and Jennie must face truths about each other and their families, discovering the power of love and acceptance in the process. Lisa G!P

In a city built on names and power, the air didn't forgive the weak. Skyscrapers kissed the clouds, boardrooms held more secrets than graves, and at the very top - She reigned. Jennie Kim. Cold. Ruthless. Divine. She didn't chase. She didn't dream. She owned. To love her was to burn in silence. To be loved by her... was to belong to a fire you couldn't escape. But even fire forgets what warmth feels like - Until something sweeter burns brighter. Her name was Lalisa Manoban. She wasn't supposed to matter. Just another assistant. Another name on a neatly printed résumé. But Lisa smiled with her whole body. She laughed like the world hadn't broken her. She looked at Jennie like she wasn't terrifying. And worst of all? She made Jennie feel. Lisa was soft hands and warm tea, oversized button-downs and bad puns. She was tall, handsome, sweet - and untouchably confident. Intersex. Untamed. Unafraid. She didn't ask for space in Jennie's world. She just walked in, and suddenly, everything rearranged. If Jennie was ice, Lisa was honey. But honey burns slowly. And ice? When it melts, it floods. Before the lies. Before the touch. Before the jealousy. Before the fall. This is where it began. One soft girl. One cold queen. One ruined world built by control - About to be unraveled by something that didn't ask for permission. Love. "You're not supposed to be here." "Then stop looking at me like I belong." Lisa gip ⚠ if your uncomfortable please skip it

Autistic Lisa Manoban had never been ordinary. She was brilliant but misunderstood, soft-spoken yet unshakably steady. Her stutter made her a target of whispers, her routines and quiet habits made her seem distant. For years, she thought those things meant she would always stand apart, never quite belonging to anyone. Jennie Kim was the queen bee of Kim University. Sharp, fearless, adored and feared in equal measure. Her name carried power in every hallway, her gaze could silence a crowd. To most, Jennie was untouchable - too high above to be reached, too fierce to be tamed. But what no one expected was that the queen bee's gaze would fall on the quiet, autistic professor. And stay there. Lisa still tapped her fingers against the desk, a rhythm that calmed her when the world felt too loud. She still stumbled on words sometimes, still needed space when everything grew overwhelming. But none of it made Jennie step back. Instead, Jennie leaned closer, wrapping her arms around her from behind, pressing her chin lightly against Lisa's shoulder as if to say: you are safe with me. "Still tapping," Jennie whispered with a small smirk, her voice carrying the same playfulness it always did when she teased her. Lisa's lips curved, shy but steady. For once, she didn't look away. For once, she let herself believe. Because the queen bee had chosen her - not despite her autism, but with it. Because Jennie Kim saw her fully: vulnerable, strong, different, perfect. In the end, it wasn't the power of the queen or the brilliance of the professor that mattered. It was simply this: the way Jennie saw Lisa. And the way Lisa finally believed she deserved to be seen. LISA GIP SKIP IF YOUR UNCOMFORTABLE

Jennie Kim liked red. Red lipstick. Red nails. Red ribbons in her drawer. She said it looked good on her - bold, clean, dangerous. Red stood out. Red got attention. Red made people look. And Jennie always liked being looked at. But red wasn't just a color to her. It was a feeling. Sharp. Hot. Uncontrolled. It was the way her chest tightened when someone touched what was hers. The way her smile faded when someone dared to ignore her. The way her eyes followed a quiet girl with cracked shoes and a sketchbook she didn't understand. Jennie Kim liked red. And maybe that's why, when she saw Lisa Manoban- She couldn't look away.