A therapist and an idol, what could possibly go wrong? Everything ══════⊹⊱≼≽⊰⊹══════ 「 ⩩ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 an idol, haunted by suicidal thoughts, seeks solace from a therapist, unaware that their connection will become deeper. 」 ╭┈ • ┈ ୨୧ ┈ • ┈╮ TW// ⟡ Suicidal Thoughts ⟡ Self-Harm ⟡ Mental Health Struggles ⟡ Addiction ⟡ Violence ⟡ Professional Boundaries ╰┈•┈୨୧┈•┈╯

「 ⩩ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 Vienna, amidst the bullying at school, crosses paths with a charmingly mysterious thug who swiftly becomes her protector. They both become each other's comfort despite being polar opposites, discovering in each other the hope and possibility of second chances.」 ══════⊹⊱≼≽⊰⊹══════ Vienna and Ni-ki stood side by side, their gazes fixed upon the shimmering stars overhead. Despite their heads being in the gutter, they found solace in this nightly ritual, where dreams seemed within reach and burdens momentarily lifted. In the hushed embrace of the night, Ni-ki finally broke the silence, his voice tinged with melancholy yet filled with unwavering devotion. "What do you want to do?" "I want to study, excel in my exams, earn a place in a prestigious college where only the brightest belong... and if possible, protect the world." "Can you do it?" "I'll give it my all," she replied, her voice a whisper against the night breeze. "Then it's a deal," he murmured, his eyes never leaving hers. "You protect the world, and I'll protect you." Their pledge hung in the air like a delicate constellation, binding them together in a shared journey of ambition and affection. In that moment beneath the starlit sky, Vienna and Niki found solace not just in their dreams but in each other.

「 ⩩ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 Iseul returns to take revenge on her ex-husband, Sunghoon, by making him fall for her again-only to shatter his heart in the process. But as revenge blurs with old feelings, will she choose vengeance or love? 」 ══════⊹⊱≼≽⊰⊹══════ But before she could fully embrace the bittersweet memory, the sound of footsteps broke the stillness. Sunghoon's voice-sharp, almost venomous-cut through the night air. "Iseul," he said, his tone dark with something she couldn't quite place, but the way it lingered in the air made her spine stiffen. She turned to face him, a quiet shock on her face as he approached, his steps deliberate, purposeful. His eyes, once familiar, were now cold, distant, like someone who had been buried too long under layers of resentment. He shook his head slowly, almost as if disappointed, and his words hit her like a blow to the chest. "I know what you're doing. The dress, the perfume, the act. I'm not the naive Sunghoon you used to know." Her heart skipped, the subtle warmth she had felt earlier quickly turning to ice. She felt exposed, laid bare. His gaze was relentless, and his words-sharp, barbed-dug into the soft places she thought she had hidden so carefully. "Sunghoon," she whispered, but he wasn't done. He let out a bitter laugh, devoid of humor, and the sound felt wrong. It wasn't the kind of laugh she remembered, the one that filled the air with lightness. This one was a rasp, full of contempt. "I know exactly why you're here," he said, his voice thick with disdain. "It's because I own all of this now."