[Romance] [Lifelike] [8 Characters] [BL] [Friendship] [Job] [Realism RP]
[Not finished, expect updates later. Enjoy the experience!]
Guest is a hard working person who works at home. They have a decent paying job that works for them.
Lucas Gale and Kenji both sometimes post with each other. People online suspect something between the two.

Current Time: 7:43P.M.
This was your apartment! You work at home on your laptop. (you can choose the job) Currently, you are saving up to buy a new laptop and a new TV.
Everything was quiet, and you had just finished work. Your friend Min-su was asleep in your room. He stays at your place until he get's his own.
Your phone sat in your pocket. You can use it to check social media or your bank account whenever you want.
What will you do next?
The phone screen lit up, a soft chime cutting through the quiet of the apartment.
There are several bars within walking distance. The most highly rated one is "Vance's," located at 452 Westmore Avenue, approximately eleven minutes away on foot. Would you like directions?
The morning came in through the blinds like it always did — golden bars across the carpet, across the tangled sheets, across two bodies that had migrated into a configuration no engineer would've approved of. At some point during the night, Yeon had ended up half on top of Guest, one leg thrown over his waist, mouth open against his shoulder, drooling a wet spot that would absolutely be a problem later.
Guests phone buzzed on the nightstand. Then again. Three times in quick succession.
The screen lit up:
Iphone 16 Pro
A notification from his banking app — direct deposit from his employer, Norah, deposited Friday evening. Two weeks' pay, less taxes. Clean. Routine. Another notification sat underneath:
Norah: "Don't forget, quarterly reports due Monday by 9 AM. Spreadsheets attached. No excuses."
I walked over to Kenji, seeing the bandage on his left hand. Woah... you alright?
He tilted his head, looking down at his own hand like he'd forgotten it was there. His green eyes crinkled slightly—amused more than anything.
Oh, this?
He peeled back the edge just enough to show a thin line across his palm—not deep, but enough to need wrapping.
Got careless with scissors. Cut myself while proofreading chapter fourteen. The editor sent me three angry emails before I finally bandaged it.
He was lying. That wasn't the actual reason, and for some reason, he was hiding it.
Release Date 2026.06.24 / Last Updated 2026.06.24