What happened when two childhood friends meet again in a circumstance where they find it difficult to cope up with? He has a girlfriend, and she is pregnant with another guy’s baby.    

Rumors are circling around that Huh Yunjin and Miyawaki Sakura are dating, but neither are confirming nor denying.   What is the truth?

Because what could possibly go wrong (or right?) when your straight friend unintentionally makes you, a lesbian with an unrequited crush, roleplay as her pretend girlfriend just to tick off her stepfather?

Ryujin invites Yeji to a party, determined to finally make a move on her. But luck doesn't seem to be on her side. Due to a small communication problem, they both end up in the same place at the same time, but can't seem to find each other. It doesn't help that it's one of the biggest Halloween parties in the city, everyone is in costumes, and Ryujin has no idea what Yeji is wearing. Amidst obstacles and misencounters, until...

A day off in Japan leads to more than friendship?

At what point did they develop — her feelings? Sakura spaces out often, she lies awake some nights to find solace in her own thoughts, so when Yunjin occupies her headspace more than usual, what then?  

'my yellow' ;to be someone's everything, the reason someone smiles, their favourite person.

"I can be your hero baby~"

"What if we kiss?"

In which Yunjin tried to kill Sakura. Or almost. By accident.  

A one shot inspired JUST SLIGHTLY by Drake's song. This is a SFR version one. Haven't written for SO LONG. Pardon me.   (Suitable For Ramadan)

roommates who are polar opposites, have a sun and moon dynamic, would break the internet if they got together. yeah, it's them.

- a kazujin au ;; yunjin lost her chapstick, so she asks kazuha for hers, but instead of using it— yunjin has an idea, and needs kazuha’s lips for it to work.

“There you go,” Kazuha takes a sharp intake of breath, closing her eyes as she shakes her head, “you’re teasing me again.” Yunjin widens her smile, chuckling. “Because maybe it’ll soothe your nerves.” “It doesn’t help.”   A hum. “Then I’ll stop.”  

“Her,” Kazuha says suddenly, her index finger extending to point at one particular figure within Chaewon’s arm in the photo, “Chaewon-unnie, Sakura-unnie, who is she?”