CHAPTERS
After the disinfection and fresh bandages, Jae-an remained seated, staring blankly at the glass of water. Jae-rim lightly tapped his arm. “Go lie down.” “…Got a cigarette?” Rolling his eyes, Jae-rim pulled a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his pocket, tossing them onto the table. Jae-an raised an eyebrow. The Jae-rim he knew didn’t smoke—always wrinkling his nose at the cigarette smell on Jae-an’s clothes, nagging him to quit. Yet, as if mocking him, Jae-rim’s pocket…- 110.9 K • Ongoing
- Flashback - 18 Years Ago Sniffling, Jae-rim pulled cash from his pocket. Nervously glancing between the money and the taxi meter, he spoke up the moment the numbers matched. “Stop here, please.” “Here?” “Yes.” The driver, checking the crisp bills handed over, told him to get out. Jae-rim bowed politely and stepped out of the taxi. Streetlights alone pierced the darkness, but the familiar neighborhood was a relief. Recalling the route he’d taken by car many times, Jae-rim…
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- The ring Jae-an couldn’t bring himself to discard while sorting his belongings was the last birthday gift from Seo Jae-rim. This past February, Jae-an couldn’t tear his eyes from the calendar. As his birthday neared, his mood grew strange. A faint hope that this year, growing a year older, might bring something different mingled with a restless dread of facing next year’s birthday in vain, stirring unease in his chest. The day before his birthday, returning home from work, Jae-an spotted a red…
- 110.9 K • Ongoing
- Long ago, Seo Jae-rim had outgrown Jae-an’s height, and now his stature was so imposing it was hard to gauge at a glance. His once lanky frame had filled out like an athlete’s, making it rare to spot anyone on the street with a build to match his. His once-small, cute fingers had lengthened, his thickened palms and knuckles calloused. Beyond calluses, faint scars marked his hands. They were often injured—sometimes bandaged, sometimes wrapped in gauze. Seeing his hands grow rougher always made…
- 110.9 K • Ongoing
- 「Cauchemar」 Jae-an parked under a familiar sign, and the valet, recognizing the car, greeted him first. Smiling brightly, Jae-an handed over the keys with a polite nod. Inside the restaurant, a staff member greeted him warmly, noting it had been a while, and Jae-an followed her slow steps. “The boss is inside.” “Thanks.” He grasped the handle of the private room’s door. Stepping in, he saw Seo Jae-rim, mid-sip of water, turn his head. “Hyung.” A smile bloomed across a…
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- Despite the chaotic—nearly shocking—atmosphere at work, Jae-an forced himself to show up. It might’ve been stubborn pride. The gnawing fear that running away would only confirm the rumors pushed him to cling to his resolve. He did his best to douse the gossip, which grew more sensational with each retelling. Every word, every action was scrutinized; he forced bright smiles. He choked down every grain of rice on his tray, only to sneak away and vomit it. But the despairing premonition Jae-an…
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- Jae-an’s tightly shut eyes trembled faintly. His pupils, unable to focus, drifted dizzily, failing to register the unfamiliar space filling his vision. They were vacant, hollow. “Hey, he’s awake.” “What? Didn’t you dose him right?” His senses were dulled as if submerged in water, yet he could distinctly feel the presence of several people surrounding him. He was already stripped down to nothing, even his underwear gone. Slowly, he realized he couldn’t breathe properly because that…
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- Lee Jae-an loaded the trunk and shut it. Even after climbing into the car, he didn’t start the engine, staring instead at the school building for a long while. His gaze drifted past the layered red bricks and the cherry blossoms blooming under the clear spring sunlight, settling on the petals scattered on the ground. Filthy petals, stained with dirt, trampled over and over until they’d lost their original hue. No one would believe they’d once sprouted from the same buds up above, so wretched was…
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Much later, Chen Ting lay curled under the covers with Pei Yiyao, reminiscing about their childhoods. It was a bit strange. After being together for so long and talking about everything under the sun, this was one topic they had rarely touched on. Chen Ting figured it was probably because they had forgotten most of it. But memories were funny things. Sometimes all it took was the right nudge for them to come flooding back. “My mom said we were born in the same hospital,” Chen Ting said,…- 116.2 K • Completed
- Chen Ting chose to pursue graduate school. But staying in school did not mean he could stay with Pei Yiyao long-term. In fact, the opposite happened. After making this decision, Chen Ting began a long-distance relationship with Pei Yiyao. Because Chen Ting chose to study abroad. For him, grad school was never a necessity. If he had decided to stay in his hometown, find a stable job, or even just raise crabs at home, he would have been fine without it. But there was one thing he could never do, and…
- 116.2 K • Completed
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