NimNim 🌧️
Stories
17
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250
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Reading
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Even when told to go in, Beomchan stood his ground. His expression was full of hesitation, as if there was something he wanted to say. Seungjae looked at him curiously before speaking. “What is it?” His expression, his question—it was as if he was urging Beomchan to just say whatever was on his mind. But that only made Beomchan press his lips together harder. He held back the words that were threatening to spill out. The longer he kept quiet, the longer he could stay here, looking at…-
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It wasn’t like the divorce had ended in some tragically bittersweet way—if anything, it had been messy as hell. There was no reason for him to be holding onto any lingering attachments. “It’s just… It’s the best way to avoid unnecessary trouble.” “Does ‘unnecessary trouble’ include that master?” Seungjae didn’t answer. He just smiled. Yeonji had expected that response. What a sinful bastard. Clicking her tongue, she shook her head and cast another pitying glance…
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It was unexpected. Because the Seungjae in Beomchan’s memory had never been the type to show passion for anything. Even when his grades dropped, he never seemed disappointed or angry—just shrugged and said, I’ll do better next time. He was often late to class, and yet, when it was time to leave, he was always the first one out the door. He hadn’t been a good teacher. And maybe that was why it had frustrated Beomchan so much. Even if he wasn’t suited to teaching, there was something about…
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He found something familiar in this otherwise unfamiliar Seungjae. Maybe the only things that hadn’t changed were his own fixation on the past and Seungjae’s handwriting. After holding onto the admission form for a long time, he finally placed it down beside his pillow. He turned off the bedside lamp and covered his eyes with his arm. So that was a wedding ring. Then and now, nothing had changed—he hadn’t even had the chance to try before it was already over. People say that timing is…
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I handed over the information sheet with the schedule and tuition details, along with the admission form, then sat there blankly for a while. Seungjae occasionally asked questions, and Beomchan answered mechanically, barely aware of whether his responses made sense. “The kid’s always been really quiet, so I wanted to teach him at least one sport when he got a little older. I wasn’t sure if it was still too early, but since this place is right above my café, I feel reassured. Plus, it’s run by…
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Seungjae watched Beomchan clutching the remaining cookies like they were a priceless treasure. After a moment, he parted his lips slightly, as if about to say something. Sensing the weight of his gaze, Beomchan grew uneasy and subconsciously ran his fingers along the corners of his mouth. “…Do I have crumbs on my face?” Seungjae chuckled and shook his head. “No, it’s not that. I actually have a favor to ask you. But if I bring it up now, it’ll seem like that’s the only reason I…
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Seungjae was already wandering around the rooftop, stepping slowly on the green flooring while curiously taking in his surroundings. There wasn’t really much to see. Beomchan pointed to the wooden bench and said, “Just sit here for a bit. I’ll go grab it quickly.” “Can I come here and crash when I’m tired?” “…?” His hand, which had been reaching for the front door, twitched in midair. Did he hear that right? Beomchan turned back, his face stiff, only to see Seungjae smirking…
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It was a busy Friday evening, and the outdoor parking lot was full of cars. Seungjae navigated skillfully through the traffic and into the lot. Following a parking attendant’s directions, he drove over a gravel path and expertly maneuvered into the last available spot in one smooth motion. It was so flawlessly done that Beomchan wondered if the car was magnetized to the spot. After staring blankly at Seungjae’s profile for a moment, he quickly unbuckled his seatbelt when Seungjae gestured for him to…
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As his mother placed a large dish of braised ribs on the already full table, featuring all of Beomchan’s and Beomjin’s favorite dishes, both brothers responded in unison. “Yeah.” “Sure.” Beomchan, always the more affectionate and friend-like son compared to his elder brother, who was the epitome of a responsible firstborn—excellent in studies and well-mannered, but rather brash towards his younger sibling. “Anything troubling you these days, Chani?” “Uh, nope. Same old,…
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Suddenly, Beomchan recalled how Seungjae used to bring his own coffee to each class, a committed coffee drinker who always left a sip or two in the cup. Knowing it was wrong, Beomchan had impulsively tasted Seungjae’s leftover coffee once. That day, his heart had raced uncontrollably all day long, so much that he couldn’t sleep properly. At the time, he thought it was the guilt from his impulsive act, but years later, he discovered he had a caffeine sensitivity. “Here, the landlord is a friend…
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