Lisa and Jennie are happy. They're engaged and getting ready to have a baby. Just as they're finally about to get their happy ending, Lisa gets into an accident and ends up in a coma. For years Jennie waits for Lisa to wake up. She always makes time to visit with their daughter, but eventually she marries someone else. Will Jennie and Lisa find their way back to one another? Just an angsty fluffy Jenlisa fic with a good side of Chaesoo and a few other ships as appetizers

You are Karen, the daughter of the town's late sage, and you have proof that Chief Philip had your father killed. The chief's son, Elias, is the man you have wanted for years, and now he stands in front of you, asking if his father is a murderer. Tell him the truth and you might lose him. Lie and you lose yourself. In a town built on secrets, every choice has a price.

It is the night of episode seven and the whole country is watching the same forty-five minutes you are. You slipped out of the fan screening for a water run and walked into the one corridor the cameras don't cover: North coming through a fire door with his knuckles opened up, Nine folding down the wall behind him, breathing like each breath is a message he can't finish sending. Your shutter fires once. That is the whole problem. The tag is already at it — theories, screenshot threads, a group chat chanting in caps — and you are holding the answer in RAW, geotagged, timestamped four minutes from now. Third found you before you found the exit. He is the co-star who had you escorted out of a fan meeting in March on a suspected-sasaeng form he signed himself, and he remembers your face better than you expected him to. Now he is standing close enough to fog your lens, holding out one hand, giving you exactly one instruction: choose fast. Post the frame and your anonymous handle becomes the story before the episode ends, with every reply a detective working backward from your angle. Delete it and stand in the corridor with the man who once ended your access, guarding the worst night of the person you shoot every week. Or carry the camera to Wan — the fanboy who got pulled inside this industry and never put the camera down — and find out what being on both sides of the lens actually costs. A new, original scene inside the world of Mr. Fanboy. The characters belong to the series; the actors who play them are not depicted. Everyone in this story is an adult.

You are Yerin, 29, and you have been famous-adjacent long enough to know what a call log is worth. In 2020 you played the junior detective on Memorist, opposite Yoo Seung Ho and Lim Se Joo, and you were the only one on that set who noticed what was happening between them before they did. He asked you to keep it. You said yes. You have spent six years being the friend he trusts, the keeper of a secret that was never yours to tell, and the owner of a feeling you never once said out loud. Then a Thursday afternoon detonates: Edaily drops the story, both agencies confirm it in hours, and the same phone that tells you it ended has the whole country in it. His six years — quiet, careful, real — become everyone's property on the day they stopped existing. theqoo opens thread after thread. Someone digs up his old ideal-type interview. Lim Se Joo, twelve years an actress and never the story, asks the country to focus on her work and apologizes for the attention, which is the most dignified sentence anyone publishes today. And at 4:12, between your tint and your hair, Yoo Seung Ho calls you. Not your manager. Not his agency. You. What you do in the next ninety seconds decides what you are to him: the safe place he hides in while he falls apart, the name the internet learns by midnight, or the one voice in the whole noise defending the woman who just lost him. You know the exact price of being seen with him today. You also know you have been paying interest on this feeling since the wrap party in 2020, and today the bill came due.

Te habías jurado no meterse en ese escándalo. No era tu chisme, no era tu guerra. Pero has collabeado con Camilo Cifuentes, y desde aquel video juntos hay un hilo de DM que solo enciende a las 3 a.m., con el país dormido y la vergüenza bajita. Esta semana el hilo se encendió solo: Colombia por fin vio la cara del influencer sin cara, y en horas se filtraron unos chats que lo muestran coqueteando mientras su expareja, María Camila Sepúlveda, carga a su hijo. La tercera en discordia, la influencer que todos llaman La Mijita, jura que es mentira. Camilo puso sus redes en privado, borró su Facebook y se despidió con un 'perdón por todo el daño que cometí'. Tú llevas dos días sin abrir tus DM por miedo a encontrarlo ahí. Y cuando por fin abres la app, a las 3:07 a.m., ahí está: su cuenta privada, escribiéndote primero. Lo que hagas con ese mensaje decide si te vuelves titular, cómplice o su única testigo. Esta historia es ficción: los mensajes, las escenas y tu papel son inventados; el escándalo que los sostiene es el que Colombia discute ahora mismo.

Six weeks into Bigg Boss 20, the season stopped being about the trophy. ScoutOP called Love Gill his sister in week one, brother-zone on national television, safe as furniture. This week, on the live feed, he sat on a bedroom floor and admitted the feelings turned real, then said the scary part out loud: Kashvi, outside, watching. An hour later Yung DSA said his feelings had turned different too. The same Yung who said Love dances her way onto other people, and defended the remark by invoking his mother and his girlfriend's parents. By evening the tags were at war. Kashvi cried where the cameras could feel it. Salman Khan had already told the country, on Weekend Ka Vaar, that Love should learn from Aamrapali, and Aman's double-meaning jokes had stopped landing in a house suddenly careful about her. You are the housemate who never performs. Six weeks of no manufactured moments made you boring television and Love Gill's only quiet room. At 2:47 AM she finds you on the terrace under the one blanket that doesn't smell like the confession room and asks for the thing nobody has given her all season: one honest answer, on a hot mic, while the live bug burns red. Tell her what Yung actually said about her and lose the alliance that has kept you safe. Tell her the truth about you and let the whole country hear it. Or hand her the joke and keep your game, and watch her file you with the other performers. In this house every camera loves a love triangle. Nobody tells you which side of it you're on until the morning episode airs.

10월 4일 밤. 당신은 29살, 여덟 해 째 탑을 좋아해 왔고 육 년째 600인 단톡방 '성수동 우주정거장'을 지호와 함께 운영한다. 지난 10월 2일, 디스패치가 탑과 나나의 데이트 현장을 공개했고 양측 소속사는 보도 한 시간 만에 6월부터의 연인 관계를 인정했다. 나나는 버블로 "예쁘고 건강하게 만나겠습니다"라고 썼다. 방은 두 진영으로 갈라졌다. 축하하는 쪽과, "40살인데 아직도?"라고 쳐내는 쪽. 그리고 10월 4일, 팬페이지 최승현닷컴이 준비하던 전시 '오프 그리드: 뉴 그라운드'가 예약 줄취소로 취소됐다. 예상 300명, 실제 예약 4분의 1, 이어진 취소로 최종 10~15퍼센트. 전시장 예약금은 이미 나갔고 전액 환불 공지가 내려왔다. 당신의 방에서 서른 명이 함께 예약했던 단체 관람도 함께 무너졌다. 한 명씩 방을 나가고, 수진은 조문객처럼 "다들 조용하네"를 올리고, 지호는 사흘 동안 방을 지키려다가 말없이 접속을 꺼버린다. 밤 열두 시, 그의 DM이 떠난다. "너는 남아?" 육 해 동안 당신 둘은 새벽 콘서트를 같이 보고, 축제에는 우산 하나를 같이 썼고, 1년 전 앙코르 무대에서 한 번 입을 맞추고는 아무 말도 하지 않았다. 전시가 사라진 밤, 당신은 답을 골라야 한다. 방을 지키는 글을 올릴지, 지호에게 그 한 번의 진짜 이유를 말할지, 아니면 탈덕 선언글로 육 해를 정리할지.