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"Choi Wonoh, isn't it because of you that Minje couldn't eat yesterday either? Minje said he was hungry." "How can a director feed the actors late-night snacks?" "Ha. The fans should all know what a little brat this punk is. Why don't they know this? His nasty personality is written all over his face; he looks like a real jerk." "You're really the first person to say that, Kihwan hyung." Then he laughed out loud. He couldn't even begin to guess where this punk's funny bone was, that he would…- 379.2 K • Completed
- Trapped in a pair of strong arms, Minje lay awake for a couple of hours. As soon as it was completely light out, he woke Wonoh in a small voice. His own throat was terribly raw. The memory of the moans he had mindlessly let out immediately came to mind, and Minje squeezed his eyes shut and then opened them. I want to die. He would have preferred not to remember anything at all, but from the moment he sensed something was off, he had gradually started to come to his senses, and now quite a few…
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- Fucking lewd. "Hnng, ah, heuu... Nngh." The bottom hem of Minje's slightly long t-shirt was getting soaked with wetness. The underwear, which was halfway down his butt, also kept riding up, and Minje fidgeted his hips and groaned. Both the t-shirt and the underwear seemed to be getting in the way. I want to take them off. And I wanted to suck on the nipples that had been standing at sharp points through his t-shirt since a while ago. "Hyung." At the sound of his name, Minje stopped shaking…
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- "Ugh..." I was just drifting off when the sensation of a warm body burrowing into my arms woke me. The hair touching the tip of my chin tickled. Not finding it particularly bothersome, Wonoh brushed it away with his hand and even patted the round head. Through the low whirring of the air conditioner's motor, he could hear the cool sound of pouring rain. The typhoon must be getting closer; the downpour was quite fierce. Wonoh blinked slowly. The amount of his own pheromones in the air was quite…
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- Forced to look back at him, Wonoh prompted for an answer, saying, “Hmm?” Minje squeezed his eyes shut once, then shook his head slightly from side to side. Understanding completely, Choi Wonoh nudged his hand again. “…I’m not offended. Stop asking.” Wonoh gave a short laugh and completely removed his hand from Minje’s. After watching cat videos on YouTube for a while, Director Im, who had been passionately discussing the YouTube business and its profits, suddenly smacked his lips and…
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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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- 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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- 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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- 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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- 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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