The small room was barely large enough for a bed, a study table, and an old cabinet. Yet every inch of the wall was covered with one person. Ahyeon. Magazine cutouts. Concert photos. Printed fan edits. Newspaper articles. Even a handmade banner that read: "Jung Ahyeon, My Inspiration." Sitting on the floor, seventeen-year-old Chiquita carefully taped another photo beside the others.

She stalks her and is in love with her in the most infuriating way. "The sounds of her breathing as I lie beneath her bed in silence. Riracha Chiquita is mine." This is a chiyeon adaptation .

Ruka and pharita couldn't be more different, Ruka is a small-town mechanic from yeongpyeong South Korea, fiercely dedicated to her garage and her quiet simple life. Pharita on the other hand, is a Sharp-witted psychologist from Thailand, used to city life and determined to stay as far away as possible from the cat-eyed girl who's suddenly sharing her space. their world would've never collided until fate threw them together under bizarre circumstances. Forced into a fake marriage, they're stuck living in the same roof, pretending to be a loving couple for the sake of appearance. What starts as a reluctant arrangement quickly spirals into chaos as living together isn't as easy as they thought. With their clashing personalities, noisy family members, awkward encounters that test their patience and rules like "No meddling in my personal life" and "Stop stealing my coffee!" tension run high. In a world where nothing about them makes sense, will this make-believe marriage lead to a genuine happily-ever-after? Or will their contract run out before they can figure it out?

An idol who craves touch and heat, and a so-called fan who hates idols but ended up obsessing one? What will happen next?

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She is the strict genius President who lives only for books. She didn't even know the campus heartthrob existed... until she was forced to tutor her! Now she is stuck with the hottest but dumbest girl in school! Watch the playgirl try to flirt... while the poor president is just there trying her best not to go crazy! 😂📚💘

Two students in different grades, what could possibly happen between them?

(This story is fiction, events occurring is for the story purpose, enjoy!) It's small at first. A missed laugh. A quiet classroom. A hood pulled up a little too far. The kind of thing no one really questions. Except Ruka does. And somewhere in between silence and chaos, something begins - not loud, not obvious, but impossible to ignore once it's there.

Kawai Ruka doesn't do "feelings." She does mergers, acquisitions, and bottom lines. But when her grandfather's will places a billion-dollar inheritance behind the requirement of a "stable marriage," Ruka finds herself facing a deal she can't negotiate her way out of. She needs a wife who is elegant, believable, and most importantly, controllable. Pharita Chaikong is the perfect candidate. Poised, soft-spoken, and desperate to save her family's crumbling legacy, she agrees to the unthinkable: three hundred and sixty-five days of playing the devoted spouse to the coldest woman in Seoul. The rules are simple: No private intimacy. No genuine emotional attachment. Never break character in public. But as the camera flashes fade and the penthouse doors close, the silence between them starts to feel heavy. Between the shared morning coffees, the staged touches that linger a second too long, and the secrets hidden behind Ruka's icy exterior, the lines of the contract begin to blur. Pharita was supposed to be a business transaction. Ruka was supposed to be a paycheck. But in the quiet moments after midnight, they're both starting to realize that some things, like the way your heart races when a lie starts feeling like the truth, can't be written into a contract. How do you survive a year of "I do" when you both know it's "I don't"?

"She left me without a word. My life is empty. Did I do something wrong?" -Ruru "I have to leave to keep her and my family safe. It's the only way to protect her future." -Riri