CHAPTERS
For more than half an hour, they stood in an embrace. They might have stayed that way until dawn if Eunho hadn't finally reached out to comfort him. They moved downstairs to the living room and sat on the sofa. Eunho sipped his drink while a simple snack was on the table before them. He appeared lost in thought. "For now, I plan to keep working at the meat restaurant." His voice had a newfound weight. Eunho began to open up about how he wanted to live his life from now on. Yeorok sat beside him…- 258.7 K • Completed
- When Eunho stepped outside at 11 p.m., a familiar car was parked across from the shop. The luxury sedan looked out of place against the backdrop of buildings faded by time. Eunho reflexively lifted his arms and sniffed. The scent of grease clung to him. He had been trapped in meat smoke for hours, so it was only natural for the smell to soak into his clothes and hair. He tried to shake his shirt out, but it wasn’t useful. He finally gave up and opened the back door. Choi Yeorok sat on the plush…
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- After Eunho quit his night shift at the convenience store, his sleep schedule slowly returned to normal. He resumed his work at the meat restaurant and was currently helping with the pre-opening preparations. "Did you buy a new phone?" The kitchen auntie asked while they sat around a circular table, trimming young summer radishes. Eunho turned his gaze toward the device on the table. It was a budget model, nothing expensive, but it gleamed with the shine of a brand-new item. "Yes..." Eunho…
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- Eunho squirmed before slipping out of his embrace. Perhaps he felt embarrassed about crying, for he hurried to rub his eyes. He avoided Yeorok’s gaze and busied himself with the bedding. Even that simple movement appeared clumsy. “…Go to sleep now.” The way he patted the plump pillow was excessively unnatural. He was trying his best in his own way. Yeorok could not ignore his efforts, so he readily lay down. Eunho stood up, turned off the light, and returned. The sound of his bare feet…
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- Eunho lectured him. He looked at Yeorok with a piercing gaze, asking if the man took him for someone so devoid of common sense. Yeorok eventually relented and gave a small nod. He moved closer and slid his legs under the covers. The blanket was still warm from Eunho’s body heat. The heat slowly seeped into Yeorok’s tense muscles. “……” The two sat side by side. They wasted time in a heavy silence. Neither could fall asleep immediately just because the bedding was ready. The atmosphere…
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- “I’ll admit it. He resemble Choi Yoonho about 80%. The foot size is quite different, but that can be fixed with insoles…. The skeleton shape is almost the same, so that will not be a problem. The muscle shape and posture can be adjusted with meridian treatment. The skin texture and nail shape depend on care.” “How long do you think it will take?” “Not sure.” “You know that is the thing I hate to hear the most, and you still say it?” “So what, you…
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- “I should be going now.” Eunho carefully broke the silence. Yeorok sat propped up against the half-raised hospital bed. He had just finished a consultation with his doctor. He stared at Eunho without even a single blink. “Going where?” “Home, of course.” Eunho ignored the man's stunned expression. He gathered his changed clothes and stuffed them into a paper shopping bag. His voice and movements were calm. He acted as though this departure was the only natural…
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- Secretary Namyeong arrived in an instant. Shocked by the sight of the bloody scene, he was speechless. But he quickly regained his composure and began addressing the immediate bloodshed. He pulled a handkerchief from his bosom and applied pressure to Yeorok's torn scalp. “Can you hear my voice?” He spoke to Yeorok repeatedly to check if he remained conscious. Yeorok could do nothing but blink slowly, lacking even the strength to answer. Even that effort seemed fleeting, as his eyelids fluttered,…
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- But Yeorok’s expression didn't change. He straightened his face, as if he'd expected to be hit. His dark eyes stared at Eunho without wavering. "Hit me more. I'll take it until your anger is gone." Eunho clenched his trembling fist. He bit down until his molars felt like they would shatter. He rushed forward and swung his fist at Yeorok. Just as he said he could, Eunho beat him relentlessly. His grip was clumsy and his strikes lacked power, but he landed a blow every time. Yeorok took it…
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- "Is stalking people fun for you?" “…….” “What the hell is wrong with you, don’t you have any shame?” Eunho grabbed Yeorok by the collar. His ten fingers curled, crumpling the collar of his shirt. "How easy do I look to you? When someone speaks, you should at least pretend to listen!" “Sim Eunho-ssi.” “Don't call my name.” Eunho ground his molars. His eyes were wide open, bloodshot. Even his voice cracked, sounding like a raspy whine. Yeorok stared down at…
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