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He hated this feeling. His insides churned as if he were about to throw up, everything bothering him at once. The words he had said to Beomchan that day were sincere, and he still had no intention of taking them back. However, Beomchan’s hurt expression, Yeonji’s words, and Woojoo’s worried face all combined to create an unpleasant pressure. He didn’t feel good. But he didn’t know what to say or how to bring it up. Normally, he would have avoided such uncomfortable situations as much as…-
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The emotions that had been teetering on the edge of his throat all weekend came surging up, shaking his entire body. “It’s not… I, hhh, it’s not… hic…” No. No, this isn’t happening. But the tears had already started falling. They ran down his cheeks, dripping past his trembling chin. Panicked, Beomchan clumsily covered his face with both hands. This wasn’t how he wanted to look in front of Seungjae. “…Are you crying?” Seungjae sounded caught off guard. Then,…
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Hong Yeonji let out a deep sigh before glancing back at the café—no, to be precise, at Joo Seungjae inside the café—hesitating over whether she should say something. But that hesitation didn’t last long. “So, um…” The words that followed were nothing short of shocking. Apparently, some creeps had been sending weird messages to the café’s SNS account for a while now. Since Beomchan barely used SNS despite having an account, he had no clue what kind of messages she was talking…
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When he finished talking, Beomjin quietly pushed himself away from the table. He didn’t say another word, just turned to leave. Beomchan thought to himself—so even in his brother’s eyes, he must look pretty damn pathetic. He would have kept thinking that, if not for the one thing Beomjin muttered at the entrance. “Don’t do anything stupid.” Beomjin slipped his feet into his shoes and spoke in a low voice. The moment those words hit, Beomchan couldn’t help but frown. Did he even…
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Beomjin’s brows twitched in clear annoyance at the response. He shot Beomchan a look as if questioning whether he had really just said that and threw the words right back at him. “What the hell?” “I mean… why are you here without even calling first?” The age gap between them wasn’t that big, yet even now, as an adult, Beomchan still felt intimidated whenever they ran into each other like this. Maybe it was because he had practically been raised by Beomjin in their parents’…
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He never really understood what was so entertaining about these kinds of shows, so he didn’t particularly watch them. But since this one was insanely popular, he had a rough idea of the plot. A revenge story about the devoted first wife finding out that the old chairman had been secretly keeping a second household. Overcome with fury, she decided to take revenge, enlisting the help of a young and handsome man who was utterly devoted to her. That was the last part of the story Beomchan had…
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The open class wrapped up with the awarding of new belts. Beomchan called each child up one by one, personally tying their new belts around their waists while offering a few words. “Hanbyeol, what do you have to do now that you have a green belt?” “I have to do even better!” “Do better at what?” “Taekwondo!” His loud voice practically shook the ceiling. Grinning, Beomchan tied the green belt snugly around Hanbyeol’s waist. “Good job.” After giving the boy a quick…
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There was something Beomchan truly wanted to ask. But instead, only irrelevant questions and half-hearted answers lingered between him and Seungjae. Even that was cut short when Beomchan had to go pick up the next group of kids for class. Is teacher coming alone? Even as he stepped out of the café, Beomchan couldn’t bring himself to say those words out loud. ⋆˚🐾˖° “Low block!” For the past few days, Beomchan had been increasing the focus on poomsae and basic movements in class,…
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Beomchan arrived at the dojo earlier than usual and headed straight to the office. He hung his coat on the wall, sat down, and turned on the computer. While waiting for it to boot up, his fingertips rhythmically tapped against the desk. Tap, tap. His gaze landed on the desk calendar sitting at the edge. It was marked with the taekwondo dojo’s schedule. His eyes naturally drifted to the event written on next Saturday’s date. Open Class. This was why he had come in earlier than usual. Open…
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Even when he subtly shifted his body to the side, Seungjae’s eyes remained fixed on him. Drunk and persistent, huh. “…Woojoo would be shocked.” Unable to endure that intense stare any longer, Beomchan muttered as he zipped his jacket all the way up. “Who do you think I drank because of…?” Seungjae mumbled something under his breath, barely audible. “Huh?” The background noise was too loud, and Beomchan couldn’t catch it clearly. He turned back, expecting an answer, but…
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