Have you ever met someone you were instantly attracted to? When you're young it affects you even more. That's what happened  to Essa, a first year university student.

Two adults with one question, 'Do strangers with benefits even exist?' 

A hotel romance story.

Hikaru Akiyama, the heir of the Akiyama family, one of the greatest and most influential families in the world has been enrolled on The Advanced Nurturing Highschool.
An elite school under the government's tutelage that trains its students using the most cutting-edge techniques, in terms of both physique and mentality and whose alumni have left their mark in society since time immemorial.
And if this wasn't enough, Hikaru doesn't seem to have any talent for magic and seems to be a normal human, but how could the heir of the Akiyama not possess any magic?
 Eh..? What did you say?
The First HighSchool had also finished its enrollment quota?
The 1'st year representative is an extremely beautiful woman? She was called Miyuki Shiba?
Eh? A Rental-Girlfriend company is taking over Tokyo!?
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          Greetings and all. I am Trick, and I would like to say things before you get to the proper story. I wrote this intro in able for you to consider reading Flora Zeymer or forget about this. Flora Zeymer is a series created out of my love for anime and to name a few series that pushed me to continue this are; Magi, Darker Than Black, Naruto, HxH, and Violet Evergarden. I guess that every one of us was once been inspired to make our own story. In my case, anime made me do it. My target audience is young adults, say that teenagers to mid-20s, however, people at age 30 and up could still enjoy and find topics in the story.
The story sometimes would get darker as the story unfolds such as violence, blasphemy, and killings wherein I am concerned for the possible readers. Romance is present, I like stories with romance in them though balanced. 

          This series will cover some European history, monarchy, medieval times, war history, and mythology of chosen countries from East Asia and Southeast Asia. 

          Now that you got a glint of what would be the series about, would you still read the prologue and continue? 

          I am Trick and welcome to the world of Spring Kingdom.

 

TONES of summer enlivened the village as fruity scents danced along with the humid winds. Children giggled contagiously as they jump from haystack to haystack in the grain fields. Ladies in the clear brook carried their jars gracefully. Entirely beautiful, calming, peaceful, and all that it made me smile. I never get tired of painting this little town from this hill of tangerines. Everyone's friendly and warm but I couldn't ignore this feeling of deserted. 

 Abandoned. A year ago…

 To my assumption, it had been there for months—the thick bandages wrapping half the small of my body. I'm still alive, and from the day I woke up, I felt everything's not the same. A creak reverberated the seasoned room as I tried to get up. Grunting and biting my lower lip the pain accentuated that I forgot to exhale the air I breathed in. I laid down again though slowly. I counted the cobwebs in the low cracked ceiling. My eyes roamed, the last ray of the setting sun softened my mood; some red-orange reflections dazzled my eyes. As I turn on my left, a letter on the wooden table opened as lazy winds entered the room I'm in. One stare at it, I knew it was written by a man, I didn't know, I just thought it would be a girl's if meticulously folded with decorations I say as I felt like I loved writing letters. It's no good, I know, that to read it because it's a letter for someone, but something compelling about it forced me to look at what's written inside. Luckily, it wasn't that far so I made my way to reach it. Should I read it? I did. As I held it close, its faint musk and spice passed into my nose and was certain that it came from a man. Surprisingly, he wrote it in a detailed way, and then I didn't know why how the letter made me feel I'm a little home and questioned myself: to whom this letter? It seemed purposefully written for me but am I home? There was like a void in me that somehow should be filled. I discovered something's missing, something or should I say someone has gone left me and it made me emotional whenever I tried closing my eyes for so long because when I do, there would be split seconds of agonizing. Yet, I struggled to remember any remnant of my past. Then as days, months, and years passed; therefore, I believed that I'm not home. What's home? Honestly different from the house I'm staying in right now although the people I met and made camaraderie were making me feel at home, I'm still looking for that home. Something warmer, and I want to feel it again. It all just began that dreary afternoon when I read his letter, and how mysterious for I could hear his voice. How manly was the baritone living in my memory?

 
 "Dearest love of my life;

 

        Thou hath my heart, I adore you clandestinely. I relish memorizing every detail of your felicitous face. Heavenly smile so elfin, let me love you, am expecting nothing in return. Let me love you, for eternity.

 

 Sincerely and honestly showing you my affection.

 

 Your King".

Atreus Raven Darkin. A young man who was born in a dangerous and futuristic world where wars of planetary scale break out daily. In the Coronation of the galaxy that is known as Death star ..... You must be wondering Why the name of this galaxy is death star ????
This is easy to answer For the simple fact that this galaxy is the center of the universe and to make matters worse this galaxy is the most violent and bloody of all .....
However, our protagonist is not a Beta MC, much less a stupid MC! He will use everything to his advantage to rise above the gods .. And if anyone dares to belittle him, even if he is innocent, he will die without mercy.
(WARNING): This romance will not have humans suffering! Because I don't really feel good about reading or writing about suffering humans or anything ...
!(WARNING)!
This novel is not for children. This novel contains adult scenes of aliens dying in the worst possible ways. Among other things for adults! therefore, be forewarned about the brutality of this novel!

1- This book contains mature content that isn't appropriate for kids at all. So if you get bothered by romantic adult encounters or hookups, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!
2- This is a SLOW BURN ROMANCE which is still ongoing. And I still don't know if it will have a happy ending or a sad one.
3- I update 2 TIMES A DAY!! and I may update more in the future if the readers keep voting and dropping a lot of comments and gifts.
4- This book contains teens issues a lot. Depression/ drugs/ alcohol/ suicide/ sexual assault for both genders/ rape/ physical and mental abuse are among those issues.
5- This book can and WILL be TRIGGERING to a large amount of teenagers and young adults who suffer from mental illnesses (PTSD, depression, severe anxiety, dissociation, suicidal thoughts) I got a lot of messages from readers about that, so YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!
6- It's important to read the notes at the end of the chapters.
7- Your comments and gifts encourage me a lot, and makes me proud of my fans. So keep it up amd comment as much as you can and VOTE!!
AND ENJOY!!!


Jessica is a complicated young woman with a very complicated past. She's a scared broken little girl with the body of a fierce beautiful woman and the attitude of a stone cold.
She is torn between two guys: her boyfriend Andrew, who is a well known billionnaire and a perfect man, although he has his own battles to fight as well alongside his true love for Jessica. And the bad boy from her past, Damien.
The question is, who's will she choose? 
Who's going to make it out alive? 
Note: this story is all about mental issues, teen issues, young adults real life problems and complicated relationships. 
Read to get inside their heads and find out more.
This novel can be triggering in so many levels.

Translated by: ShawnSuh
Edited by: SootyOwl


"Huh! Is that right? That should make your fans happy!" Juho said candidly, and Sang Choi simply nodded. 

"But then, I became curious." 

"About?" Juho asked, sensing trouble. Unfortunately, it was a tad too late for him to get out of it. As a scream came from afar, Juho thought about suggesting to the romance writer that they get on of the rides.

"The love story of a genius," Sang said, looking at the young author. Upon realizing that he was being stared at, Juho looked away from the romance writer's uncomfortable gaze. 

"I have a keen interest in you, as well as your young, fresh love." 

"Young and fresh, huh." 

Juho couldn't remember the last time he had experienced that. As the young author dragged on, Sang asked, "Have you ever loved someone?" 

It was a question Juho wasn't quite used to hearing. However, his instincts had told him that the romance writer would ask that very question someday.

"Sure, I have."

"You have?" 

"Of course. I'm human, and I have primitive emotions like that too. Since I was born, I came to realize the love my parents have for me, along with friendship and patriotism." 

"I find your answer highly unsatisfying," Sang said, resting his chin on his hand. Yet, his eyes were still fierce. 

"What I'm talking about is an interaction with another person, outside of family. Instinctive and provocative. You know, the kind that gets a bad rep for being immature. Eros. Sexual love," he said, clarifying himself in order to prevent Juho from backing out. Then, he raised his hand as a gesture of his willingness to explain things in even greater detail if necessary. Love. It was a topic inseparable from literature. Then, seeing the mascot walking by, Juho answered, "Yes, I have experience with that as well." 

Just as he had said, Juho did experience such a love in the past, and he had even lived together with a woman at one point, with whom he was in a deeply physical and emotional relationship. As the young author felt the romance writer's piercing gaze on his cheek, Juho looked away briefly, regretting the answer he gave Sang. There wasn't much else to be said, even if Sang were to ask more questions.

"First love?" 

"Hm," Juho dragged on, but it wasn't because he was bashful or had something to hide about the woman. Besides, there weren't any interesting stories to tell either. His memory of her was simply hazy, and Juho had lost nearly all of the memories related to the woman he had had a relationship with. From her appearance to her voice, touch, things she liked and disliked, nothing was certain, and it had nothing to do with him coming back from the dead. It had just been natural to forget about her. They had parted ways, after all.

"So, does that mean you're not in a relationship at the moment?" Sang asked, but there wasn't much Juho could say, unfortunately, and the fact that he was at the theme park with a forty-odd-year-old romance writer was further proof of that. 

"We broke up a very long time ago," the young author said, and Sang scoffed at the last three words in his sentence. However, Juho brushed it off with a shrug. 

"Sounds like you don't love her all that much anymore, seeing how dry your tone is…"

"We parted ways. What else can I say?"

"Man, this is why people shouldn't be so quick to underestimate kids. He knows what love is." 

Juho's past love existed only as an abstract memory. His instincts were telling him that it was an experience that he most likely couldn't go through again. At the same time, there was an arrogance in his heart that was telling him that what he had experienced really was, in fact, love. Also, there also existed gratefulness toward the woman who had taught him love. 

"Was she a high school student?" 

Juho didn't remember seeing her in uniform. They both had to have met as adults. Juho tried to retrace his memory to remember where they had first met. 'Was it by the Han River? Maybe it was the beach. Or was it at the park? A subway station? Bah, I don't know anymore.' It was useless. The young writer couldn't remember anything about her, including how she had been dressed, or what kind of shoes she had been wearing. After staring at the air, Juho said, "I can't really remember."

"C'mon, now. You don't think I'll let you off the hook with an answer like that, do you?" 

"I'm serious."

"Well then, that presents a-whole-nother issue in and of itself. Aren't you a little young to be saying things like that? You're not even allowed to drink, yet."

"Tell me about it," Juho said in order to brush off the romance writer's relentless questions. "Well, I don't think it's fair to say anything about the matter without the consent of the other party, so I'm afraid I can't speak any further." 

At the young author's emphatic answer, Sang sighed and said, "All right. Fine. I won't ask about your past love. Then, how about this? Do you like anybody at the moment? You know, a potential new love."

"You sound like a dad talking to his teenage son that hit puberty." 

"Tell me," Sang said, although looking nothing like a father looking at his son. 

"Recently? Sure." 

"Who?"

"The people obsessed with fire. Before that, One, Two, Three, and Four. And before that, I was in love with a neighborhood dog," Juho said, remembering the dog barking in the distance whenever he visited Yun Seo at her house. It was rather adorable. However, Sang was looking quite displeased. 

"Right. I get it. You're an author too. What, you trying to show off what you learned from Mrs. Baek? Are you in love with the world, all of a sudden?" 

Juho chuckled quietly at Sang's sarcastic remark and changed the subject subtly. 

"Well, how about yourself, Mr. Choi? I'd love to get a professional opinion on the matter of love."

"Go look for it in bookstores." 

"Oh... C'mon, now. It's not the same."

"You're just too young for this. When you're old enough to have a drink with me, ask me again."

"So, when did you start treating yourself with so much respect?"

"From the moment I was born." 

When Sang answered in a heartbeat, a subtle smile appeared on Juho's face. He, too, had to have his share of embellishment. Otherwise, it wouldn't make sense to Juho that Sang would be capable of writing such elaborate love stories. 

After that, the young author thought of his other fellow authors and their portrayals of love. Seo Joong had written a version of it that suited his personality just right, and Dong Gil had done the same. When Juho brought up the two authors, the self-loving romance writer snickered, saying, "They both have a ways to go until they catch up to me." 

However, Seo Joong and Dong Gil's portrayal of love focused on life itself, which made it inherently different from Sang's. 

"Seo Joong's portrayal of love is… how should I put it? It's mostly familial love. It's immensely safe, and in terms of color, I'd say it's closer to yellow than pink."

"I think I get what you're saying. He focuses more on the aspects of trust and interdependence than the heart-throbbing side of things." 

As someone who had read Seo Joong's story, Juho was able to catch on to Sang immediately. Seo Joong was more likely to portray love as the lasting commitment of being by each other's side until the end rather than something more blatant, like jealousy. 

"As for Dong Gil, his love life is… Well, it's hard to watch." 

"He usually doesn't get past having a crush on someone, doe he? I've seen him drive a depressed character to the edge of the cliff after being rejected by a woman." 

"And his style just makes him look all the more pitiful, you know?"

"Love with a rigid ending tends to arouse pity," Juho said, seeing the vivid look of displeasure on Sang's face as he glanced over in his direction. "Your version of love, on the other hand, is very entertaining. No other author may be as elaborate as you when it comes to portraying one's process of falling in love, what happens to somebody in love, how love ruins lives and how people can save themselves from it." 

"Of course, there's no one! Only I'm capable of writing my novels," Sang said, going further rather than accepting Juho's compliment modestly. Then, after his emphatic answer, Sang pointed at the young author and asked, "What about you?"

"Me?"

"Yes, you. I've never read Yun Woo's portrayal of romance. Why haven't you written about it yet when you have the experience?"

"I have. I've written about familial love too… in 'Sound of Wailing.'"

"No, no. That's way too twisted for it to feel like love," Sang said emphatically and questioned the young author again. 

"No reason in particular. I just stay true to my instincts and write what I feel like writing." 

Sang narrowed his eyes at Juho's answer. "Well, you do have a darker personality than you let on. Maybe death suits you better than love," Sang said, making a valid point. 

Then, after some brief contemplation, Juho asked, "Should I try writing about love?"

"What? You mean at home?" 

"No, I mean for real." 

"Wait, are you telling me that you're thinking about publishing another piece!?" Sang asked, and as Juho nodded, the romance writer scanned the young author, up and down.

"... Remind me how long it's been since you published a novel." 

"You see, I have way too much time in my hands." 

"If authors wrote because they had too much time, then they wouldn't have to suffer so much. If I were to write at the pace you usually write, I'd be vomiting blood. Don't you ever get tired? How many pages do you write in a day?"

"I don't write a set amount, but on average… I'd say anywhere from fifteen to twenty pages." 

At Juho's answer, Sang groaned painfully, looking like he immediately regretted hearing what came out of Juho's mouth. 

"So, that would add up to about six hundred pages a month, more or less, which means you're essentially writing a full-length novel every three months. But you don't stop there, do you? You go out looking for things to write about immediately after you are done, don't you? If I were to hear what you just told me from another person, I wouldn't have believed them, but then you've actually done it… Man, that's just gross." 

"Why are you looking at me like that? There are plenty of authors who write a number of pages every day. I'm not even that diligent, which means there's nothing special about me in comparison to authors like that." 

Despite Juho's argument, the way Sang was looking at the young author didn't change. 

"Where do you find all those things to write about, and where do you get the stamina? Please, enlighten me." 

"You see, I'm a small eater. It doesn't take a lot of food for me to feel satisfied. Even this short conversation we're having at this moment could give me enough material with which to write a book." 

The truth was that Juho was merely catching up on the writing he had been putting off. There had been times when an assignment he had procrastinated on had proved to be of help in an unexpected way, and love had been the same way. Juho felt like he had been trying to write about her, all along. He had to have been. However, he had been putting it off because he had felt like the genuine desire had never come to him. Then, after putting off writing about her repeatedly, the memories of her eventually faded away. He must have wanted to write about forgotten love. Or perhaps, forgetting her was what it took for him to be able to write about her. In any case, what was important was that he was finally able to face the matter after wandering aimlessly for years on end. With that, after plugging her into an array of stories in his head, Juho came to the conclusion that he needed more material to work with. 

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"Give it here," Sang said, putting his hand out and staring intently at it. 

Juho asked, "Give you what?" 

"The trash. I'll go take it out." 

"It's fine. I can go."

"No, I can do it. I need to go to the restroom, anyway," Sang said, bunching the trash together. Then, with one hand in his pocket, the romance writer walked leisurely through the space filled with joy and happiness. If he had come to the theme park on his own, that was probably how he would've looked. If anything, Sang was playing the role of accentuating the space. Perhaps, that was why the love born out of his hands was loved by so many. After all, he loved himself more than anybody. Perhaps, that was how he was able to write about people who gave their hearts to others in a more original and accurate manner. At that moment...

"Pardon me," a voice said in another language. When Juho turned toward it, he saw a couple. The language he had just heard had been Japanese. Then, politely handing the young author their camera with both of their hands, one of them asked, "Please take a picture of us." 

The man had done so in inarticulate Korean, making a gesture as if to take a picture with a camera with both of his hands. Then, Juho rose from his seat.

"Sure, which button do I press?" 

"Oh, my! You speak Japanese! Are you Japanese?" 

"Oh, no. I know enough to get by." 

The man's hair was dyed in bright brown but the roots were still black. Around the wrist of the woman handing Juho the camera, was a colorful assortment of bracelets. 

"Are you two visiting?"

"Yes, we are," the Japanese couple answered, adding that they were frequent travelers.

"Whenever we visit a country, we always go to a theme park." 

Then, they would always take a picture afterward. It was clear that the couple had been dating for a long time from the way they interacted with each other. 

Upon seeing a mascot walking by, they brought it toward them and stood on either side of the mascot, who waved gladly and posed appropriately. Then, as explained by the woman, Juho pressed the big button on the camera.

"One more," Juho said, and the shutter sound followed after the couple's response. With that, after taking the pictures, the mascot waved once again and went on its way. As the couple approached him, Juho handed the camera over to them, and they, too, waved goodbye. 

That's when a voice said to him, "Your Japanese is impressive."

When the young author turned around, there was Sang Choi, looking unsurprised.

Yum Woo is the youngest author in history to enter the literature world. His debut work was a massive hit but this success was short lived for the unprepared.

A miraculous second chance comes his way one day.

This is the beginning of that journey.



Hello everyone! Welcome to the intro of M.L a miraculous ladybug fanfic that will give you the ending we deserve. I've been a fan of this show since I was in middle school and I absolutely adore each character except some of them because come on ~_~. Nonetheless the characters will have changed a bit since they will be older and a bit more mature by now. 

We will be seeing many characters start chasing each of their dreams since they will be graduating soon. 

Anyways here's a little bit more about the fanfic:) I hope you all enjoy.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng 
Adrian Agreste 
Will be 18 in this fanfic!

This is how I picture her masked as ladybug at this age I will also do Adrian later and I will also do them without being masked.

This fanfic will deal with many mature content and real life situations that many of us had to go through.  I also want to start off that there will be a bit of sexual content in the future, yes these characters are 14 when we see them on the show but I have changed them to be 18 as well as gave them a different look. By all means sexual content won't come out anytime soon because this is a sweet romance fanfic for the miraculous ladybug fans and that won't happen for a long time because we all know Adrian could never admit to himself that he has genuine feelings for Marinette.

4 years later we will see the students grow to start becoming young adults and choose their career or what they would like to do in the future.

Please bare with me on updates and I hope this fanfic goes out to more of the miraculous ladybug fans so they can enjoy this story! By all means if you want please share this with friends or if you don't want to it's completely fine and I hope you enjoy and continue to read this fanfic in the future.

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This story is a work of fiction. All the character's in this story have no existense whatsoever outside the imagination of the author and have no relation to anyone having the same name/names. All the incidents in this story are merely invention. Plagiarism is a crime punishable by law.

Author's Plea:

May note akong nilalagay kapag SPG ang story na sinusulat ko. Hindi ako nagkulang sa pag-warn ng ating mga younsters kaya sana kung below appropriate age ka ay humingi ka muna ng advice sa mga adults bago mo basahin ang stories ko. Kung first time mong magbasa ng Erotic Romance, well i dont recommend this story to you since i barely write stories without explicit scenes. Pero dahil watty ito, may mga readers pa rin na matitigas ang ulo. Hindi naman sa pinagbabawalan ko kayo, ang akin lang ay sana maging open minded muna kayo sa mga bagay na tulad nito bago nyo basahin ang stories ko. Ayaw kong makarinig o makabasa ng comment na bad influence kaming mga Erotica writers because were not. We tried to warn you but still, you sustained and read at your discretion. Kaya hindi kami ang sisihin nyo kung maraming mga youngsters na 'maalam' na sa erotica at a very young age dahil hindi kami nagkulang sa pag-warn sa inyo. Sadyang matigas lang talaga ang ulo ng iba.

Well kung youngster ka at open minded, well, you can read this. Welcome ka dito. Pero kung basher kita o hindi mo gusto ang mga stories na sinusulat ko, then get lost. Hindi kita kailangan. Pero im thankful dahil so far ay wala pa naman akong bashers.

Happy reading!


-Bella Vanilla

I dedicate this story to Hannah Mae Pacete. Hope you read this part sooner!😍

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT INSIDE | RATED SPG | R-18


"You turned me into a needy without me knowing about it, Candy. Im a beggar for your love and that irritates me."



SYNOPSIS

Candy is sweet just like her name. Maalaga siya at malambing. Walang bahid ng pait kahit naging napakalupit ng mundo sa dalaga. Kaya naman hindi maiwasan ni Hector na mahulog ang loob dito.

She's for keeps. Alam iyon ni Hector. That's why he did everything just to win her. At nagtagumpay siya. Candy became his. Parehas nilang pinagsaluhan ang init at tamis ng pag-ibig na kanilang nadarama.

But that was a long time ago.

Hindi alam ni Hector kung bakit sila nagkahiwalay ng landas ni Candy. He was devastated and hurt, to the point that he never wanted to see her again.

Ang buong akala niya ay limot na ang mga damdamin para sa dalaga. Ang buong akala niya ay makakapag-move on siya kapag narinig niya ang mga paliwanag nito.

Iyon ang akala niya.

Candy came back and pulled the romantic feelings he has for her from being burried in the deepest part of his heart. Kasabay no'n ay ang pagpukaw ng pamilyar na init na tanging ito lang ang kayang magparamdam sa kaniya ng paulit-ulit.

He's a Del Fierro. And as a Del Fierro, he should not break his words. Dapat ay hindi niya sirain ang pangako sa sarili na hindi na muling maakit pa sa dalaga pero taksil ang puso't katawan dahil sa mga nadarama.

He's a Del Fierro. And everyone knows that being a Del Fierro means getting everything they will ever need and want at all cost. And that includes her. Why? Simple. He needs her more than his life and he wants to make love with her every single chance he gets.

Yup. He's a Del Fierro and he doesn't give a damn. He will have her again, even if he ends up breaking his own words and his heart into pieces again and again.

He's a Del Fierro. And he'll do everything just to lock her in his arms once again. But this time, he wouldn't let go of her anymore, even if it means breaking his morals just to be with her.

So, he blackmailed her.

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Warning: Contains explicit scenes and graphic terms. Please read at your own risk.

Not having the slightest clue what to do,she started to holler for her mother out of fun. 

"Mom, mom, mama, mama, mommy, mommy, ma, ma." 
"What's the matter with you so early so early child, don't you think its time i get the well deserved rest, leave me be?" Slamming her room door shut Ms Vivian went back to lay-down.

Having no other choice heaving a breath of sigh, Sara went back to her room also. Laying down on her bed, taking out her earphones and pulling her laptop to her lap she wanted to relieve her boredom. 

 A fan of drama and other cultures, she clicked her drama app to see what was new/ interesting to watch. Finding a Romance/Action&Adventure/ Historical drama with one of her favorite actor alongside one of her favorite actress she settled on it even though it was 58 episodes long she was dead set on watching it.

Not many individual will sit that long to watch one series but with the story line this particular drama had its bound to be worth while. Princess Agents was the name, it was already catchy from the cover profile and the name and then reading the plot pulled you on another journey into the historical side of Chinese stories.

With a smile she indulged into her solo world of drama addiction as one would call it. Without endless callings or some unwanted distraction nothing can break her concentration from watching. 

Our to leads being occupied by their own addiction which is a good kind of addiction, didn't pay any attention to their silenced phones. So Sebastian did not know that he had gotten a reply from the recipient he was waiting so dearly for. 

Time seems to move so fast when you're not on the clock at work, but in actual facts moved slow as a slug on this particular day for some unknown reason but these two young adults paid time no attention because their time was used on doing something each enjoyed in spare time.

In reality girls and boys are a big fan of Idols both boys and girls just the same. 

Each fan always have some crazy fantasies about their favorite idol. 

But when that fantasy becomes reality, what would you do?

It's about how a 20 year old woman ends up in an arranged marriage with her favorite idol, who actually turned out to be her mother's friend only son. 

We have never heard of mothers being the instigators of arranged marriages, it's normally a father's business settlement plan.

Two friends from childhood decides to make things a little interesting in their children's lives.

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Unbeknownst to the young woman how her life will turn out with her dream so far out of reach. 

Marriage that she knew nothing about. [The ML was given the heads up and didn't refuse]

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Our darling ML is bound to rules set by his contracted agency.

When it involves his love life and happiness, he consults his dear mother for advice.

Whatever the two agree upon can not be changed even if the agency does not totally agree.

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Will things go as how the adults want them to be or will it just be a cover for the two to ensure their loving parents are happy.

Let's start the journey with her to find out.

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