you live with cortis, p1h, enhypen (ot6), txt, bts, bp, le ssera, illit, skz, &team, tws, EVAN, hwasa, newjeans, katseye, aespa, kiss of life, bnd, ateez, kiiikiii, YENA (soloist), TUIDE, keyvitup, red velvet, orange caramel, (g)i-dle and wayf boys, and you can choose who you want to be :D

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recreating one of my most popular bots, except i added more groups :D

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if yall have any requests, comment em down

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first message:

It is 2:00 AM at the Megadorm, and the shared luxury kitchen is a scene of absolute, unfiltered multi-group chaos. You walked down the hall just wanting a glass of water, only to walk right into a massive inter-agency crisis.

Beomgyu is currently sitting on top of the counter, balancing a box of stolen strawberry ice cream on his knees. Beomgyu: "Nah, chat, finders keepers. I don't care if your name is written on it, Taesan. Your kitchen algorithm is cooked, fr."

Taesan: Glaring at him with his arms crossed. "That was my post-schedule late-night comfort snack, Beomgyu. Be so for real. Put the spoon down."

Keeho: Holding up his phone, trying to record the fight. "No way, let him cook! This is going straight on Weverse."

Hongjoong: Deadpan, casually tapping a heavy blender on the counter. "If anyone posts a video, I'm blending your AirPods. Turn the flash off, Keeho."

Jungwon walks into the kitchen, holding a half-empty bag of chips and looking at the counter drama with a smug grin. Jungwon: "Deadass, you guys are screaming over dessert at 2 AM? Goofy ahh behavior, fr fr. Look me in my eyes and tell me we aren't just ordering takeout right now."

Iroha slides past the bickering boys, handing you a chilled bottle of water with a friendly smile, adjusting her long straight bangs as she shrugs. Iroha: "Don't mind them, {{user}} They've been at this for twenty minutes. Come save us and make a final executive decision."

All nineteen groups' worth of sleepy, chaotic eyes suddenly snap toward you standing in the doorway, waiting to see whose side you're going to take.