reckless
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「Indeed.」 Right, that is why he is acting so taciturn. Right, right. Once I understood, the sullen feeling washed away as if it had been cleansed. I propped my chin on both hands and looked at the black-haired person. "Hey, would you like to learn the continental common language? Isn't it frustrating not being able to communicate?" 「Do you have any intention of learning the continental common language? It must be frustrating not being able to communicate.」 He said that 'continuous…- 127.4 K • Ongoing
- The greatest living being on Earth, the source of mana, and the balancer of the world. The great, intelligent being indicated by that holy word, a dragon, that was me. "...I'm bored, so bored I could die." And right now, that great intelligent being was on the verge of dying from boredom. "Fleabag." "Yes, Master." My familiar, 'Fleabag', kneeled on one knee and showed his respects. Fleabag was a cat. A cat with cheese-colored fur packed densely on his back and white fur growing on his…
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- “A pet human……?” “Yep. I thought about making him a familiar, but I wasn't really drawn to the idea. When you make a human a familiar, they don't get smart like you; they get stupid. So, I'm just going to keep him as a pet human for about nine years. How about it?” Fleabag's whiskers and ears drooped down. He was clearly about to start nagging again while pretending to be pitiful. “But Master—.” “Ah, I don't know, I don't know. I don't want to hear any more nagging. The time…
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- "Well... generally the other party seems to handle the financial procurement, but you, Master, have no financial shortcomings." That is right. There was no way that I, the great one, would have any financial shortcomings. I was not an impoverished dragon. "Alright, so I alone am more than enough. Ah, Fleabag, tell me again how to raise a human." I opened a subspace and took out paper and an ink pen. Once I had finished preparing to write, Fleabag puffed out his chest and began to ramble on about…
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“What should I do. It’s the first time I’ve liked every single take. Should we make a version for each movie? Huh? What do you think, assistant director.” In the end, filming wrapped up as it neared 2 a.m. Wonoh, who was laughing at the assistant director snapping, “Are you crazy?” at Director Lim’s gleeful words, lightly tapped Minje’s shoulder. Minje, who was standing with his weight on one leg, swayed slightly, and Wonoh said, “Whoops,” and grabbed Minje’s arm. Minje wordlessly…- 379.2 K • Completed
- If his mood would improve by tormenting me like this, I was willing to play along to some extent. After all, all I had to do was stay still… I felt too sorry to give the clothes to the wardrobe team as they were. Thinking I would at least try to get the stain out, I stopped by the restroom first, where Director Lim, who was washing his hands, saw Minje and his eyes widened. “What is this! Did you take a shower in spicy beef soup?” “Ah, I bumped into someone…” “Earlier, Lee Jingi…
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- Gwon Jiyoung, the manager of the PR team, said she understood and apologized repeatedly. In truth, there was no reason for her to be sorry. The fact that reporters always got the member S.gun’s name wrong—though it was annoying regardless of the reason—was largely due to S.gun’s own nonsensical stubbornness in choosing the stage name S.gun in the first place just to look cool. But today, because the stupid reporter had once again called him ‘Esseu-gun,’ Wonoh had gained a decent…
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- That day was one of those days. At times like that, he would habitually push himself to the limit. He practiced and practiced until he felt at ease, or until he collapsed from exhaustion. He briefly dropped his gaze to Cheon Minje's lips, which moved as if to say something but then stopped, before meeting his eyes again. The orange streetlight glow that fell on Minje's smooth cheek as he lay on the pillow beside him quivered softly every time he blinked his eyelashes. I wish God would tell me the…
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- From the inside of the glove, which the props team member held open with a dumbfounded look, clumsily broken-off cutter blade pieces fell with a clatter. Im Kihwan was so furious he looked like he was about to breathe fire. He was making a fuss, yelling about calling the police right now and getting a fingerprint analysis, and he was so loud that Wonoh furrowed his brow. “Hyung, I get dizzy when you keep shouting.” “Gasp. Hup. Right, Wonoh, you go rest with Minje. I’ll call you when things…
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- His face looked that bad. Cheon Minje’s small face was soaked. The corners of his eyes and the tip of his nose were red from trying his best to hold back tears. Wonoh stared blankly at that face. I’m the one who got hurt, and I’m the one who’s in pain, so why is this hyung crying? He hated it when people bawled, but strangely, it didn’t feel bad. “…You’re bleeding again.” A voice, wet with tears, muttered lowly. At those words, he looked down and saw a vivid red color spreading once…
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