CHAPTERS
I’m hurt! I was so hurt it was upsetting. How could you say that to me? Is it because you’re an alpha now too? The words rose all the way up to my throat. “...What’s so dangerous?” However, that was all I managed to say. It was because I had a rough idea of why Jung Pureum was so adamantly trying to keep me from visiting. If I hung around for no good reason, I might get dragged off not to a one-week training camp this time, but a month-long one. Furthermore, it could cause problems…- 199.5 K • Ongoing
Suho gave a hollow laugh and said, “Ha ha, right.” The soul that had already slipped away showed no sign of returning, and Hyunju, too busy grumbling at her blunt son, didn’t notice his expression. By the time her muttering was coming to an end, Minhyuk casually replied, “Yeah, got it,” and raised one eyebrow. Then he lightly tapped Suho’s arm and jerked his chin toward the main gate. “Let’s go, Im Suho.” ‘Shouldn’t you be spending this time reviewing even one more word instead…- 37.2 K • Ongoing
- From some point on, Suho had started acting that way. Whatever it was, he kept everything bottled up inside, pushing himself as if he might collapse at any moment, yet he always brushed off any helping hand offered to him. He stood upright, but there was something precarious about him. One way or another, it was clear that Suho had changed, though the reason remained a mystery. Lost in thought, Suhyeon clamped his mouth shut. Suho, feeling unsettled by the idea that he might be the cause, let out a long…
- 37.2 K • Ongoing
- “……” Without saying a word, Suho stared at Minhyuk. His indifferent gaze and tightly closed lips gave no sign of softening, and even his body, turned halfway away as he looked aside, subtly retreated as if drawing a line between them. There wasn’t even a gesture that could be considered a response. As always, Suho thoroughly rejected Minhyuk, pushed him away, and ultimately tried to ignore him. But in the narrow space between the library shelves, Minhyuk didn’t easily step aside. He not…
- 37.2 K • Ongoing
- "Suho-ya." A voice, tinged with the scent of unripe fruit, brushed against his ear. Despite the timid yet brave boy calling out to him, Suho didn’t even glance his way and, as always, kept his gaze fixed out the window. "Suho-ya, you said you had something to say. Why won’t you look at me?" The boy, discouraged by the continued indifference, shrank back. Even when he whimpered like a puppy caught in the rain, or moved closer toward the window where Suho was staring out, nothing he did managed…
- 37.2 K • Ongoing
It took over a lunar month just to get there, but the journey back was a mere four days. The gap between the two was so laughable that Yoonso let out a hollow laugh. The beings known as Yongrin were so incredible that they could carry a large palanquin holding a single person with ease, running without a single tremor. They took turns and then took turns again, running continuously, so all Yoonso had to do was rest when told to rest, eat when told to eat, and sleep when told to sleep. How pathetic…- 173.1 K • Ongoing
- The more he delved into it, the more miserable he became, and a lump formed in his throat. It was devastating that he could no longer even look back on the moments he had wanted to cherish so dearly. Hwi had given him everything, and then taken everything away. How foolish had been the arrogance of thinking he was bound to the Son of Heaven by a sense of kinship, and the mistaken belief that His Majesty might pity him. As a procession formed around the palanquin carrying Yoonso, the outside grew…
- 173.1 K • Ongoing
- “Your Highness. Is it not to your liking?” When Yoonso finally put down his chopsticks after clattering them about, Court Lady Jo approached and asked cautiously. Her name was Jo Seong-geum, and she was the palace maid of the royal bedchamber who would be serving Yoonso from now on. It was unbearably burdensome whenever Court Lady Jo, who was much older than he, scrutinized his every reaction and movement. It wasn't just her; at times, it felt as if every person here was watching him with their…
- 173.1 K • Ongoing
- The sky was impeccably clear. Everyone in the Imperial Palace agreed in unison that it was an auspicious occasion blessed even by the Dragon God. Every person he met expressed their gratitude to Yoonso. They said that spring had finally come for His Majesty the Emperor, calling Yoonso the most precious of all precious people. The ceremonial coronet, which made jewels sparkle with every step, was magnificent and heavy. The blue formal robe, on which a seven-clawed dragon holding a Forsythia in its mouth…
- 173.1 K • Ongoing
- Yoonso’s hand, which had been about to loosen his heavy garments first, paused. Yoonso looked back at Yeondeok, who had become a proper court attendant in just a few days. “Can’t you at least… call me as you used to?” “I, no, this humble one wants to, but…” Yeondeok fidgeted, watching Yoonso’s expression. He, too, seemed to find him unfamiliar, which was both bitter and, at the same time, made a laugh escape. “This is the first time I have laughed, thanks to…
- 173.1 K • Ongoing
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