Finally it’s D-Day

The bright sun filtered through the gauzy curtains of the grand house, now transformed into a set. Hidden cameras blinked silently from every corner, catching every detail. Large boom mics hovered above the rooms like curious birds. A dozen staff members scurried around for final checks—testing audio levels, adjusting lights, fluffing pillows. The once cozy villa now gleamed under stage lights, ready to become the scene of love, rivalry, laughter, and possibly heartbreak.

The rules were simple: enter the house whenever you’re ready. No scripted order, no dramatic music cues. Just real people walking into what could change their lives.

The first one to step inside was Sam.

With a cool confidence that matched the crisp lines of his fitted blazer, Sam strode into the house as though he’d lived there all his life. A former fitness influencer with over half a million followers, Sam was used to cameras—but this was different. Still, his tall frame (a solid 180cm), sharp jawline, and piercing eyes gave him a natural magnetism. His stern features made him look intense, almost intimidating. He didn’t smile much, but his presence filled the room. Like a lion entering its territory.

The next to follow was Kim, the sunshine boy.

Kim gave a quick wave to the cameras the second he stepped in, his grin wide and genuine. His dyed sandy-blonde hair was swept back in a carefree way, and his open white shirt revealed just enough to show a toned body beneath. He wasn’t just good-looking—he had that effortless charm, the kind that made people laugh without trying. His eyes crinkled when he smiled, and even the staff seemed to stand a little taller when he passed by. He looked like the type who knew everyone’s names by the end of the day and offered snacks he brought from home.

Third came Ten.

If Kim was sunlight, Ten was moonlight—gentle, subtle, and a little mysterious. He walked in slowly, as if unsure whether to knock first. His pale skin seemed to glow under the soft light, and his delicate features—doe-like eyes, a refined nose, and lips that looked like they belonged in a painting—gave him an almost ethereal beauty. He bowed politely to the staff and whispered a thank you when they clipped the mic onto his cream cardigan. He wasn’t trying to impress. He just was—quietly elegant, like porcelain left on a velvet shelf.

Then came Night.

Everyone already knew who Night was. Even before he opened the glass door and stepped inside, whispers floated through the staff tent. A rising star in the modeling world, Night’s face had graced more billboards than most people had taken selfies. Tall, lean, and effortlessly stylish in a muted navy ensemble, Night entered like he was walking a runway. But his aura was different—reserved, almost aloof. He gave a polite nod to the cameras, then settled quietly on one of the couches. His sharp features didn’t need the spotlight, but the spotlight always found him anyway.

Fifth was Aron.

If charm could be bottled, Aron was the deluxe edition. With warm brown eyes and wavy brunette hair that brushed just above his lashes, Aron had a kind of international appeal. His mixed heritage gave his look a uniqueness that cameras adored—soft but strong, familiar but intriguing. He wore a simple button-up with rolled sleeves and tan trousers, giving him the air of a summer romance lead. He had a small leather sketchbook tucked into his back pocket and a relaxed gait that hinted at an artistic soul. When he entered, he gave the staff a finger gun and said, “Let’s make some chaos.”

Last came Sky.

He paused outside the door, taking a deep breath. The staff mic’d him up, and he nodded nervously, trying not to let his hands tremble. “Just don’t trip,” he whispered to himself.

Sky wasn’t dressed to impress, but he still looked effortlessly fresh. His outfit—a clean white T-shirt under a denim jacket, paired with black pants—fit his image: cute, slightly awkward, and endearingly sincere. At just over 170cm, he wasn’t the tallest, but his soft features, wide brown eyes, and shy smile made him stand out in his own way. When he entered, he glanced at the others already in the living room, gave a timid wave, and tried not to trip over the threshold. Classic Sky.

“Hi,” he said quietly, bowing slightly.

A beat passed. Then Kim stood up and grinned. “Hey! Welcome! We were starting to think we scared the last person.”

The room broke into chuckles.

“Sorry,” Sky mumbled, smiling sheepishly as he took the last open spot on the couch, directly across from Night. Their eyes met—just for a second—and Sky immediately looked away, cheeks warm.

He recognized him, of course. The guy. The one from the meeting. The one who never spoke but whose presence lingered even after he left.

Sky had told himself it was just a one-time thing, that he wouldn’t even see him again. But now… he was here. Sitting across from him. Real. Even more intimidating under the house lights.

The host's voice came over the speaker. “Welcome, Dreamers. This is the start of something new. Whether you find love, fame, or just unforgettable memories… the journey begins now.”

The six of them exchanged glances.

“Well,” Kim said, clapping his hands once. “Shall we start with introductions?”

“I’ll go first,” Sam said, sitting upright. “I’m Sam. 24. Used to be a personal trainer and do fitness content. I’m not here to play around—I’m here to win. And if love comes with it, great.”

“Dang,” Kim muttered. “Okay, alpha. I’m Kim, 23. I used to host livestreams and DJ part-time. I’m here for the experience, to meet people, and maybe get famous enough to be recognized at bubble tea shops.”

Ten smiled, raising his hand gently. “I’m Ten. 22. I studied classical music but never really performed. I’m… here to try something different.”

“Night. 21. Model. That’s it,” Night said, his voice low and calm. Sky could swear the air got heavier around him.

“I’m Aron. 23. I paint and write short stories. I’m hoping this experience inspires me—or gives me new heartbreak to write about,” he said with a wink.

Finally, all eyes turned to Sky.

“I’m… Sky,” he said, his voice quieter. “I’m 19. I study engineering. This is… my first time doing anything like this.”

There was a pause.

Then Kim broke into a grin. “You’re adorable.”

Sky flushed. “Thanks… I think?”

Night’s gaze lingered on Sky a moment longer. Something unreadable flickered across his face.

And somewhere, in the corner of the room, a camera blinked silently, already capturing the first spark.

The host’s voice came through the speakers once again, this time with a playful energy:

“Dreamers! Since you’ve already introduced yourselves and gotten a glimpse of your fellow contestants, it’s time for your very first mission. Are you ready?”

The six of them exchanged glances. Kim whooped. Aron clapped. Sky’s heart pounded.

“Your first mission is simple—but important. You’ll need to find your roommate for the week. But not just any way… This is Dream Entertainment, after all. There’s a twist.”

“We’ve placed each of your names into a jar. The person who wins a speed game will earn the privilege of drawing a name first. The name you pull will be your roommate. After that, we’ll go down the winner’s ranking order until everyone is matched. One person won’t get to pick—they’ll be the one left for the last name. Fate, right?”**

Kim raised a hand. “What’s the game? Push-ups? Rock paper scissors?”

Ten leaned in. “Please not arm wrestling…”

The host chuckled.

“Your challenge is called: ‘Lip Sync Lightning’.”

They all blinked. Sam raised an eyebrow.

“Here’s how it works: each of you will come up front, put on headphones, and perform a lip-sync of a random pop song. The rest of the group will vote anonymously for their favorite performance—but not yourself. You’ll be judged on confidence, creativity, and pure chaos. The one with the most votes gets to draw first from the roommate jar. Ready?”

“Oh my god,” Kim gasped. “I was born for this.”

“I want to disappear,” Sky whispered.

Night said nothing but casually adjusted his hair like a professional model preparing for a shampoo commercial.

Lip Sync Lightning Game Begins:

Kim went first and gave a wildly enthusiastic performance of a bubblegum pop song, tossing his hair and dancing like no one's watching—even though everyone was. He did a fake mic drop at the end.

Sam followed with a cool, hip-hop-inspired routine that was precise and a little bit flirty. He didn’t smile, but he winked. Bold move.

Ten picked a dramatic ballad. He didn’t dance much, but his expressive eyes and slow, emotional gestures had everyone hypnotized. He even mimed tears at the climax.

Aron chose a funky retro pop track. He mimed playing instruments, spun like a musical theater star, and even threw in a finger gun or two.

Night surprised everyone. He barely moved, just slowly mouthed the lyrics of a sensual R&B track while holding eye contact with the camera. Subtle. Dangerous. The room was stunned.

Then came Sky.

He nervously stepped forward, stumbled with the headphones, and when the bouncy K-pop beat dropped, he went full commitment mode. He didn’t know the choreography, but he made up for it in wild arm swings and awkwardly cute expressions. The others laughed—but in a good way. Sky had unknowingly won hearts.

After the performances, the contestants went to the voting booth—just a tablet disguised in a fake plant—and cast their anonymous votes.

And the winner is…

“With three votes, the winner is… Kim!”

Kim jumped up like he’d won a Nobel Prize.

“I knew my moment would come!” he said, running up to the host’s stand. He dipped his hand into the glass jar and pulled out a folded piece of paper.

He opened it slowly—drama king that he was—and read the name aloud.

“Ten.”

The room buzzed.

Ten smiled. “…Alright.” He gave Kim a sweet stare. Kim gave him finger hearts in return.

In the end, the roommate pairings were:

Sam & Night

Kim & Ten

Aron & Sky

Sky looked up in surprise. Aron grinned down at him, amused.

“Looks like we’re in for a fun week, partner,” Aron said, offering a fist bump.

Sky returned it shyly.

“Let the bonding begin,” the host concluded. “Remember—every interaction, every conversation, every connection counts. You never know who’s watching… or who’s falling.”

They were still lounging on the sofa, half still reeling from the chaos of the lip sync challenge, when the host’s voice returned—smooth and chipper as ever.

“Alright, Dreamers! Since you now know who your roommate is, it’s time to pick your room. There are three rooms available in this villa, and trust me, each one is unique. You’ll have ten minutes to explore them and discuss with your roommate which room you’d like to call home for the next week.”

Some of the contestants sat up straighter at that, already sensing another challenge coming.

“After ten minutes, come back here. You’ll play a quick game to determine who gets which room. So choose wisely… and maybe a little strategically.”

Kim’s eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store. “Room tour and then a game? This show is evil. I love it.”

Night stood up without a word, already making his way toward the stairs.

Aron turned to Sky with a grin. “Let’s go, roomie. Time to scope out our future palace.”

Sky nodded, a little dazed. “Yeah. Just... not the one with one bed, please.”

Together with the other pairs—Sam and Night, Kim and Ten—they climbed the stairs to the second floor of the villa.