Roses and Ramen
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Last published Thu, Jul 17, 2025
Under a canopy of soft pink cherry blossoms, a cozy ramen shop glows warmly against the twilight sky. In front of it stand two teenagers-Hana, in her beige apron and school uniform, holding a steaming bowl of ramen, and Minho, dressed in his usual black hoodie and jeans. Their eyes meet in a quiet moment, full of unspoken words and gentle tension. The pastel palette and handwritten title lend the scene a dreamy, romantic feel, like the very first scene of a K-drama that promises warmth, longing, and late-night comfort food.
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