Every Wednesday, Noh Yunah finds a letter waiting in her locker that is anonymous, thoughtful, and written with a familiarity that lingers. She never asks who it's from. Park Minju lives quietly on the edges of the same school, keeping her world small and controlled. Writing is the only place where she allows herself to be honest. As senior year unfolds, routines begin to shift, and what has remained unsaid for years starts to press gently but persistently toward the surface.

Yunah and Minju were schoolmates, until they became roommates. Yunah was usually cold to Minju, often ignoring her.. Until one day, she.. found out something. TW: mental problems, $h. please support as this is my second story!

" He is just a sick boy " I don't want to admit but I care for him. He is so innocent. 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗱 !

"Your son look more like you more than me" - Jake (this ff) Sorry it's my first time writing ff here I'm not really used to it... If there are typos or no grammar please forgive me since English is not my first nor second language

Yunjin and Chaewon have been enemies since forever. However, that all changes when Chaewon gets assigned to be Yunjin's tutor. From enemies to friends. And maybe to something more. [Enemies to lovers // Opposites attract] ⚠️DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. While it includes real people, all resemblance to actual events is purely coincidental. This is purely for entertainment purposes.⚠️

Years ago, Wonyoung and Yujin were inseparable-but life had other plans. When Wonyoung moved away, their childhood bond became nothing more than a memory. Now, in college, fate brings them back together, but they couldn't be more different. Wonyoung is a rising model and top law student, living in a world of luxury and expectations, while Yujin finds comfort in music and her mother's cozy café. As they navigate their contrasting lives, old feelings resurface, and new emotions bloom. Through late-night talks, quiet moments, and stolen glances, their connection deepens in a slow, unspoken rhythm. But can they bridge the gap between their worlds, or will the past remain just that-a past?