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Upset over losing the game, Jae-an paced before the liquor cabinet. Jae-rim knew he wanted a drink but waited deliberately until he asked aloud. “Can I drink?” Stared at silently, he quickly added, “Just a little.” Jae-rim walked to the cabinet, pulling out a whiskey. The bottle was sturdy enough to crack a skull without breaking; the glass was plastic, of course. Preparing simple snacks, Jae-an couldn’t wait, sipping the strong liquor neat. Gulping it quickly alone, his light brown…- 110.9 K • Ongoing
- Jae-an, mashing the controller buttons, pouted. Having been soundly defeated by an AI set to "easy difficulty," Jae-an turned off the console game and switched to the tablet. Matching colors to burst blocks—a game with no winning or losing, just simple clicking—wasn't difficult, but without anyone letting him win, it was boring. The living room phone rang at that moment. Setting down the tablet, Jae-an answered. "Playing games." "Just…." "Huh? You're coming…
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- They arrived at a nearby animal hospital. The veterinarian startled upon seeing the blood-matted puppy cradled in Jae-an's arms. Emergency treatment began immediately. Seo Jae-rim caught Jae-an's hand, which was nervously fidgeting with his thigh, and held it down. Unlike his usual way of subtly withdrawing, Jae-an kept his hand clasped, saying nothing. Some time later, the veterinarian announced the surgery was complete and led them into the examination room. Pulling up X-ray images, the doctor…
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- Jae-an opened his swollen eyes with difficulty and stared blankly at the ceiling. His memory was fragmented, stuttering. As he tried to recall yesterday's events, he muttered a small curse and rubbed his cheek. Had he really clung to him saying not to abandon him…? A wave of self-disgust washed over him at the thought of mumbling nonsense while drunk. Rolling only his eyes, he checked the clock. The sun was already high in the sky. He'd wasted the entire morning because of the hangover. Unlike other…
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- Jae-an, who had collapsed into sleep as if seized by a fit, stirred awake and pushed himself up. An unexpected sound of footsteps. He walked straight to the dining room and saw Seo Jae-rim cooking, his back turned. "Perfect timing. I was just about to wake you." "…You're early." "Yes. Since Hyung was being so well-behaved today, I wanted to come sooner." As he tilted the wok, rosé pasta slid into a bowl. Jae-an carried it to the table. Seo Jae-rim plated the short rib steak, set it down, and…
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- Combos exploded in succession. Jae-an, moving his fingers frantically, flinched and lifted his head. The living room phone rang. Reflexively checking the clock, Jae-an's face clouded with confusion. Seo Jae-rim didn't call during the day. Out of habit, he mentally scrolled through his recent actions, wondering if he'd done something wrong, but nothing came to mind. In the meantime, the combo that had been running for twelve consecutive hits broke. A flash of irritation crossed his face, but he…
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- Lee Jae-an, whose reason had become clouded, forgot the joy of reading he once cherished and the mathematical formulas he once knew. Slowly but surely, he was in the process of erasing and discarding the things he possessed, one by one. It was pitiful to see him clutching a game console all day, but Seo Jae-rim felt it was unavoidable in order to eliminate the desire for death that was eating away at the older man's heart. Only a season ago, Lee Jae-an had attempted suicide without a single line of…
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- As he turned the front doorknob, the sight of a house in disarray met his eyes. A musty smell, clothes piled up haphazardly, and a dining table layered with wrappers from half-eaten instant food. It was a familiar sight. After putting down his bag, Jae-an opened the window to ventilate the room, gathered the trash into bags to tie them up, and put the objects strewn across the floor back in their places. After putting clothes and towels into the washing machine to run, he took out a cleaning wipe and…
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- “Wake up.” Jae-an opened his eyes to a cold voice raining down from above his head. He had kept his eyes shut, but he hadn't slept. It was because of the horrific pain blooming from his ankle, which had only worsened as time passed. Jae-an barely managed to lift his face, which was soaked in cold sweat. The bruise near his lateral malleolus had turned pitch black as the sun rose, and his ankle had swollen so much that its contours had vanished. Even the slightest movement sent pain radiating from…
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- Seo Jae-rim, who had promised to return quickly, did not come back for two days. During those two days, Jae-an managed less than four hours of sleep. Because he couldn't fall into a deep slumber and kept waking up to check every corner of the room, both the caregiver and the bodyguard lost sleep as well. Ultimately, it was only after sunrise that Jae-an drifted off, only to be awakened by a hand gently peeling back the blanket. The touch was light, shaking his shoulder softly, and the voice was…
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