Danielle Marsh is not sure if she would call herself a spontaneous person. She goes to random charities, joins random clubs for a day, does a million marathons a year... but that's not anything crazy. She does those things consistently, at least. What might be a little spontaneous of her is walking into her university's equestrian facility to volunteer with the team. She doesn't expect her guide for the day, Kang Haerin, to be so pretty.

nu uh Sometimes, love happens in the weirdest places, but what Haerin didn't expect was to find it with her brother's girlfriend. * * * This is a DAERIN adaptation. This story is not mine. All rights go to the original author.

I was only seven when I met her, but we had an instant connection. We were inseparable. She was always happy and joyful around me, but me, on the other hand, I was a completely different story. I suffered from a disorder that caused me to have no emotions. I told her about my condition, and she understood. But one day, she disappeared. I didn't feel sad, worried, or angry like I should have. I just continued my day like any other day, but by myself. As I got older, I continued to have no friends and talked to no one, but it didn't bother me. I soon became the "weirdo," as most people would say. I became known as the girl with no emotions. * * * This is a DAERIN adaptation. This story is not mine. All rights go to the original author.

maybe it's me, or maybe it's you maybe I never learned my lesson *** This is a DAERIN adaptation. This story is not mine. All rights go to the original author.

Newjeans oneshots?!!???

One night, after a heated argument with her mother Haerin, Danielle storms up to the attic in search of solitude. Dust blankets the old trunks and boxes, but what truly captures her attention is a worn leather journal tucked inside an old chest. The journal belongs to her mother, written when she was seventeen. As Danielle flips through the faded ink and fragile pages, she finds a group photo pressed between them. The faces are smiling, frozen in time-but one girl stops her heart cold. Jihye Marsh. A girl with Danielle's face. The resemblance is uncanny-too sharp to dismiss as coincidence. Confused and unsettled, Danielle reads until her eyelids grow heavy, clutching the photo in her hands. When sleep takes her, she awakens to a strange yet familiar world. The calendar says 1991. The clothes, the music, the slang-all different. The mirror confirms the impossible truth: she isn't Danielle anymore. She is Jihye Marsh. Here, Danielle meets her mother again-but not as "mom." Haerin is seventeen, the same age as Danielle, full of fire and unpolished dreams. Alongside Haerin are her friends Minji, Hyein, and Hanni-girls bound by youth, secrets, and the fragile thread of friendship. Danielle learns that Haerin and Jihye had been best friends, and as time passes, she discovers something else: Haerin had loved Jihye, deeply and silently. Torn between her role as Jihye and her identity as Danielle, she must navigate this fragile past while unraveling the mystery of Jihye Marsh's sudden disappearance. Was Jihye lost... or did she become Danielle? And if Danielle uncovers the truth, will she ever be able to return to her present-or will she vanish into the life of a girl who once existed?

Danielle's life was a monochrome canvas, a testament to her color blindness and the dull routine that defined her days. Every sunrise was the same pale grey, every sunset a muted blend of browns and blacks. Then Haerin arrived, a vibrant splash of color in her otherwise colorless world. Haerin was the sunrise, the sunset, the kaleidoscope of emotions Danielle had never known. She was the color of Danielle's life.

This story centers on the burgeoning attraction between Haerin Kang, a quiet and independent omega, and Danielle Marsh, a popular and confident hyper alpha. Haerin, accustomed to the often-overbearing attention of alphas, maintains a reserved demeanor, preferring solitude and avoiding close interactions. Danielle, intrigued by Haerin's aloofness and quiet strength, finds herself captivated by the challenge of earning Haerin's respect and breaking through her emotional barriers.

Summary: In the twisted heart of Hell, demons climb over one another for power, but Danielle Marsh is different. The daughter of Belphegor-the Demon Prince of Sloth-she is known as the "Sleepy Princess", a being of terrifying power and even more terrifying laziness. She refuses titles, responsibilities, or anything requiring more energy than a sigh. While her father sleeps on a throne of bones, Danielle dreams beneath dead stars, snoring through centuries of chaos. Frustrated by her refusal to contribute, the higher powers of Hell try to banish her to Earth-but she's too strong, too stubborn, and too sleepy to be moved. Until a wish breaks through the veil. Haerin Kang, a quiet, diligent high school girl, has reached her limit. Bruised by bullying, crushed by family expectations, and suffocating under pressure, she lights a forbidden candle and sells her soul, begging for someone-anyone-to save her. And someone comes. Danielle appears in her bedroom, yawning, barefoot, wrapped in a cloud of feathers, and demanding a place to nap. Haerin groans. She summoned a useless, nap-loving demon who won't even open her eyes, let alone exact revenge. But there's something strange about Danielle. She only glares when someone touches Haerin. She scorches entire skies when Haerin sheds a tear. And sometimes, in the quiet before sleep, she whispers Haerin's name like it's the only thing keeping her awake. Together, they must navigate high school, soul-binding contracts, and the terrifying bond forming between a girl who gave up-and a demon who just might care too much. But how do you love someone cursed to sleep through everything... except your pain?

In the glitzy, cutthroat world of South Korean entertainment, few stars burned as bright-and vanished as abruptly-as Danielle Marsh, the "Angel of K-Pop" whose sudden disappearance sent shockwaves across the globe. Years after she vanished without a trace, rumors still swirl like Seoul's morning mist: some claim she was murdered by a wealthy fan she rejected, others insist it was a fatal accident during a secret shoot, and countless more whisper of a deranged stalker who finally snapped. With no body found and investigations hitting dead ends, Danielle became more myth than memory-a cautionary tale about the dark side of fame.