āHelp, My OTPs Are in My Living Roomā
Chapter 1: Heartbreak and Daydreams
The cafĆ© smelled like burnt coffee, old pastries, and something faintly like rain. You stirred your latte absentmindedly, watching the foam curl into shapes that didnāt mean anything. Outside, the city moved like it always didāpeople rushing, cars honking, umbrellas bobbingābut inside, your world felt frozen, suspended in the quiet ache of disappointment.
Another message pinged on your phone. You knew before opening it what it would say.
āI just donāt feel the same way anymore. Iām sorry.ā
You pressed your lips together, trying not to let the sting hit too hard, but it always did. Why did people have to be so cruel, so thoughtless? One minute they were all smiles and promises, the next they disappeared like smoke, leaving nothing but heartbreak behind.
You set the phone down and let your gaze wander to the window. Rain had started to drizzle, streaking the glass in tiny rivers. You hugged your sweater tighter around your shoulders. Maybe you just werenāt meant for ordinary love.
Then your thoughts drifted, as they always did, to the others. The ones who had never let you down. The ones who lived in pages, screens, and fantasies, but somehow felt closer than anyone in your real life ever had.
Sanemi Shinazugawaāhot-headed, brash, impossible to ignore, yet beneath all that fire, a rare tenderness you could feel even through a screen. Obanai Iguroādark, sharp-tongued, impossibly protective, with eyes that seemed to see straight into your soul. Tengen Uzuiāthe loud, dramatic, dazzling kind of person who could make the world feel like a festival just by existing.
And then there were Hyeondo, Taeha, Toji, Mincheolā¦ each different, each unforgettable, each a perfect escape from the monotony of disappointment.
A laugh escaped your lips, soft and bitter. āI wishā¦ I wish you guys were real,ā you murmured under your breath. āI wish you could step out of the pagesā¦ just for me.ā
The cafƩ was quiet except for the low hum of the espresso machine. No one heard you. But somewhere, in a crack between reality and daydream, your words hung like sparks in the air.
Lightning split the sky, the sudden brightness making you flinch. The rain turned heavier, drumming against the windows. You shivered, hugging your arms around yourself. It wasnāt just the cold. There was a strange electricity in the air, a feeling that somethingāsomeoneāwas listening, waiting.
You shook your head, forcing a smile that didnāt reach your eyes. āYeah, right. As if that could ever happen.ā
But deep down, a tiny spark of hope ignited. Maybe it didnāt matter if it was impossible. Maybe, just maybe, the universe could be a little kinder than people.
Because somewhere beyond the storm, something in the world was shifting, answering a wish you hadnāt dared to believe in. Something about to make your ordinary, heartbreak-laden life anything but ordinary.
And for the first time in weeks, your heart skipped a beatānot from pain, but from the thrilling, terrifying possibility of magic.
