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Bus 273 : Between Stops
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    LECTURAS 75
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    Votos 13
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    Partes 16
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    Hora 1h 24m
Concluida, Has publicado may 03, 2025
Every city has its secrets. Seoul's run through neon-lit nights and fleeting silence-where a doctor learns how to feel, and a woman learns how to be seen.

Eun-sae Do prefers the background. As a night radio script assistant, she pens words for strangers but guards her own heart. Her late commute on Bus 273 is her ritual-quiet, predictable-until an off-duty doctor begins to appear: always in scrubs, always tired, always watching with a kind of patience that disarms her.

Koo Jae-hwan doesn't believe in fate-but he believes in patterns. And something about her-her silences, her spark, the way she never looks away-keeps him coming back.

What begins as glances across a bus aisle turns into something neither of them expected. Through nights blurred with exhaustion and hope, through missed connections and quiet confessions, they move from strangers to something much more.

From convenience store laughter to whispered honesty behind closed hospital doors, Bus 273 is a slow-burn romance built on the in-between moments-where timing is everything, and love arrives exactly when it's needed.

A story of longing, transformation, and tenderness that lingers-because sometimes, the ride changes everything.

#TheBusRunsAllNight,
#SoDoTheirHearts.
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