Just pure hate to love

Everyone knew Juhoon for two things. His angel-like face... And his reputation as the biggest walking red flag on campus. Quiet, charming, and impossible to read, Juhoon was the kind of person everyone warned others about. He never stayed, never got attached, and never believed in feelings that lasted. Until Martin. Martin was everything Juhoon wasn't. Loud where he was quiet. Warm where he was distant. A walking sunshine with soft eyes that made people forget how chaotic he truly was. They were just friends. At least, that's what they kept telling everyone. But friends don't look at each other like they're the only person in the room. Friends don't become each other's comfort place. Friends don't know every little habit, every secret, every hidden pain. Between late-night talks, university chaos, teasing arguments, and a friend group that sees everything before they do... One question remains: Were they really just friends? Or were they pretending not to notice what everyone else already knew?

It's not Romance,nor angst it's just about Wonhee hiding her prosthetic leg from her 4 school friends Yunah,Minju,Moka and Iroha

The bus arrives at 6:30 AM sharp, as always, brakes hissing against the pavement. Ryo trudges up the steps, hoodie pulled over his head, hair still tousled from sleep. The bus driver nods in greeting as Ryo pays, moving to his usual spot in the back corner, where he can sprawl out and ignore the world. But today, something is off. What the hell. There's someone sitting in his row, directly across the aisle. An unfamiliar boy with messy black hair, a puffy blue jacket that makes him look smaller than he probably is, and clutched tightly to his chest is a crumpled paper bag that faintly smells like... bread? a short sakuryo fic | fic can also be found on ao3 @ HEYCHANZ © cupidzen 2024