At YG Academy, the most prestigious high school in the city, life is supposed to be about grades, gossip, and graduation. But for Ruka, Rora, Rami, and Chiquita, the final bell is just the beginning of their "real" day. By night, they are The North Star, a group of masked vigilantes protecting the streets from "The Glitch," a mysterious digital virus turning ordinary citizens into chaotic monsters. By day, they are just four students struggling to hide their bruises under oversized hoodies and their exhaustion behind energy drinks. The only problem? Their crushes are the ones tasked with catching them. Pharita, Asa, Ahyeon, and Hyein make up the Academy's Student Safety Committee (SSC). They are brilliant, observant, and increasingly suspicious of why their best friends always seem to disappear right when the sirens start blaring. As "The Glitch" grows stronger, the secrets start to crumble. Between accidental power slips in the cafeteria, late-night rooftop encounters, and the intimate silence of cleaning wounds in the school infirmary, the girls of The North Star find themselves in a dangerous dance. The mission is simple: Save the city. Don't get caught. But in a world of masks and mysteries, falling in love is the most "off the record" move they could make.

The hospital was clean, clear, it didn't looked abandoned It looked like the hospital had paused The hospital was clean. Too clean for a place that was supposed to be forgotten. Dust did not cling to the corners. Windows were intact, reflecting the sky without distortion. The floors gleamed faintly beneath the light, as if someone had just finished mopping and stepped away for only a moment. It didn't look abandoned. It looked paused. Time had stopped here, mid-breath. Notices still hung on the walls. Pens rested beside clipboards. A wheelchair stood by the elevator, angled like someone meant to come back for it. But no one ever did. The doors never locked. The lights never fully turned off. And the silence inside the hospital was not empty-it was waiting. Waiting for footsteps. Waiting for names. Waiting for the ones who never truly left. Some places are abandoned. Others remember.

Ruka Kim was going through her mothers diary one day after she died and found writing and love letters from someone that was not her father. She also found a picture of her mother young next to a group of girls and a boy. As she reaches out to touch the photo suddenly she is transported back in time to the age her mother and her friends took that photo. [TW: Mentions of suicide, Strong Language, Blood, Trauma]

I felt her hand slip into mine as she intertwined our fingers. Nothing about her touch was repulsive or unpleasant, but I couldn't help but feel uncomfortable. I was shaking without realizing it. Ruka noticed this and asked, "What's wrong, love?" "Nothing." She cupped my face and tilted it enough to put it in front of hers. "Are you afraid of me?" I shook my head. "No." She raised her eyebrows. She knew I was lying and I didn't want to think about what she would do to me if she realized I was lying; I didn't want to find out. "Y- Yes," I said with difficulty. A knowing smile crossed her lips. "Good. You should be." Ruka G!P Started: December 23th Ended: - adaption, original by @darksideofreading

✦ BABYMONSTER ONESHOT SERIES ✦ 🖤 A collection of BABYMONSTER ship one-shots, where every chapter is a new universe and every universe holds a different kind of love 💭🤍 This series is built on moments-soft looks that last a second too long, fingers brushing by accident, late-night talks that slowly turn into quiet confessions 🌙💫 Each oneshot focuses on a different ship, different dynamic, and different emotions. Some chapters are light and fluffy-full of shy smiles, playful teasing, and heart-fluttering tension 💞 Others are heavier, diving into misunderstandings, unspoken feelings, emotional breakdowns, and the comfort of being held when everything feels like too much 🫂🌧️ There's no fixed timeline here. No rules. Just different universes, different stories, and different versions of love 💌 From warm cuddles on sleepless nights 🛌✨ to whispered promises under dim lights 🌃, from innocent crushes to deep, soul-rooted connections-every chapter is written to make you feel something 🫀💭 This series is for readers who love: soft romance & slow burn feelings 🤍 comfort after angst 🫂 cozy domestic moments ☕🏠 strong ship chemistry & emotional bonds 🔥💞 Read in any order. Jump between ships. Come back whenever you need something soft, emotional, or comforting to hold onto 🌙✨ Welcome to a oneshot series where love is gentle, emotions are raw, and every story feels like a small world you won't want to leave 🖤💫 Request OPEN🔓✨💖 ⚠️ Content Note: Smut included 🔥❤️‍🔥 no smut for BABY Chiquita-their stories stay soft, wholesome, and comfort-only (❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥)Means-Smut!!

ruka, rora and Chiquita are asked by the jung family to be the bodyguards of their daughters pharita, asa and ahyeon....

Pharita always thought she and Ruka were unshakeable, roommates, partners, the kind of duo built through years of shared dreams. But lately, Ruka feels distant in ways Pharita can't explain. Their late-night talks fade, their easy closeness slips, and the silence between them grows heavier than any argument. As Pharita watches the bond she treasured begin to drift, she's forced to face a painful truth that even the strongest connections can unravel, and sometimes the person you miss is still right beside you.

Two years ago, Ruka broke Pharita's heart by leaving without ever contacting her again. Now she's back and Pharita wishes she wasn't still so attractive.

Pharita invites Ruka over for a holiday dinner with hopes that Ruka will finally see how she feels. The issue? Ruka is so dense that if she fell into a pool, she would sink to the bottom within seconds. or Asa thinks Pharita has a crush on Ruka. Ruka thinks Pharita is just being nice. Pharita thinks Ruka is the most oblivious person on the planet.

Four sisters trained to kill. Three strangers who taught them to feel. One oath that threatens to destroy them all. When the Queens of the Mafia fall for the witnesses they were supposed to silence, the real war begins not on the streets, but inside their own home.