reckless
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The next day, Nam Jungyoon stopped eating lunch mid-bite to ask about Jung Pureum. “Isn’t that kid into you, sunbae?” “Hey, why are you saying that while eating kimchi fried rice?” “What’s wrong with kimchi fried rice? Wouldn’t it be weirder if I said it while cutting steak?” “Shut up and finish your food.” Sure, Jung Pureum often says he likes me, but we’re like family. I’m temporarily looking after him because he became an Alpha because of me. That doesn’t…- 199.5 K • Ongoing
- Contrary to what I told Jung Pureum about not being sick, I fell ill right after the shoot. In truth, it felt partly like stress-induced illness. Taking so much herbal medicine and still not managing my internal heat. The world is truly messed up. I’m not even a Taeyangin, so why is my body so full of heat? Still, after confirming that the TV interview aired successfully, my condition improved quickly. Ms. Kim Miyoung marveled at me getting up after just a day and a half. “Our doctor is such a…
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- Jung Pureum hadn’t shown his face for nearly three days. It was impossible to know how far his coach had dragged him off. His messenger would explode with messages during certain hours, presumably his break time, but calls were cut off within thirty seconds. To reiterate, this was a relief for me. Whether Jung Pureum was whining over messenger or not, messages through a phone didn’t carry pheromones. Without my body being periodically stimulated by pheromones, my health returned to normal. After…
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- Immersed in a movie that wasn’t even that sad, Moon Yeonghwa didn’t glance at Jung Pureum even once. Despite someone constantly stealing glances and outright staring at his face, Moon Yeonghwa’s eyes were fixed solely on the movie screen. Moon Yeonghwa, who had a pathological love for sappy melodramas, was shedding tears over the most trivial scenes. Crying so silently was quite a talent. Jung Pureum familiarly pulled out a handkerchief and wiped the eyes and cheeks of Moon Yeonghwa, who was…
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- Jung Pureum’s first love began in the fifth grade of elementary school. Compared to his parents, who met in the athletics department and became a campus couple, it was quite a precocious start. From a young age, Jung Pureum had a strong romantic streak. His first love was, unfortunately, an intense unrequited crush. It was great that love had begun, but the object of his affection wasn’t ideal. Jung Pureum seriously pondered countless times why he fell for his next-door hyung, Moon Yeonghwa,…
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“But why do you remember their names?” Caught off guard by the sudden topic, Leo asked hesitantly, and Harrison responded as if the memory from when he was 13 still saddened him. “Of course I remember. It was so sad.” When Leo crossed his arms and stared, Harrison dropped the exaggerated act and said casually, “Was it three weeks or four? You barely dated her before she dumped you. All you ever talked about was racing.” Leo wanted to argue, but it was true, so he…- 171.7 K • Ongoing
“Ugh…” Seeing Yohan sweating coldly, clutching his stomach, and groaning in pain, Lear, with a face full of guilt, tightly embraced Yohan. Feeling the warmth of the body nestled perfectly in his arms, Lear leaned back against the bed. At that moment, Yohan buried his face in Lear’s shoulder, trembling slightly, and said, “I’m dying… like this… ugh… really…” “Crying?” “Tch, no… you bastard… hic, I’m… not crying…?” Yohan’s voice wavered slightly, and…- 252.8 K • Ongoing
- Yohan shouted at Lear’s words, glancing at the driver. The driver’s face showed he hadn’t heard anything. Come to think of it, Yohan recalled that even back in Calabasas, the people they encountered, like Dwayne Johnson lookalikes, had less humor than a Google Home device. Yohan made a grimace. “So, feeling any better after that nap?” “Better? You think?” “For someone like that, you were drooling on my pants and sleeping pretty soundly.” At Lear’s words, Yohan shifted his…
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- The longer the undercover period dragged on, the more confused Yohan became about many things. Sometimes, he couldn’t even tell what he was doing. There might have been limits to selling drugs and mingling with Vasquez members to gather information. Plus, he wasn’t sure if the FBI was keeping tabs on him or if this was some kind of demotion, which only added to his confusion. Was it a small relief that they hadn’t taken his desk yet? ‘Do I need to visit a psychic or something?’ Unless a…
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- “Is it for sure?” “Kitty, are you going to doubt me every single time like this?” “You know how things are in this world.” A place where betrayal runs rampant for a few bucks. A world so chaotic it could chew up and spit out the melodramatic shows on Netflix. That was the drama called reality. “Anyway. You’re so nitpicky. Other guys just take what they’re given.” “I’ve seen things go south more than once or twice.” At Ernest’s words, Yohan shrugged his…
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