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But Yeowhi was resolute. He insisted on calling Ryubeom either 'benefactor' or 'young master,' and Ryubeom, glancing around, sighed. “By any chance, how old are you...?” “I’m older than you, young master.” Judging by appearance alone, Yeowhi looked to be in his mid to late twenties, early thirties at most. However, with beast-people, it was hard to determine age by appearance alone, and it was common for them to live over a hundred years. The elders of the tiger clan were several hundred…-
352.7 K • Ongoing
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It was a night when torrential rain lashed sharply. Cheon Ryubeom wiped his face with his arm as he walked through the mountain, where he couldn't see an inch ahead. However, his clothes were already soaked through, making the action meaningless. The rain pouring down on the boundary between winter and spring was terribly cold. “How am I supposed to find anything in a place like this...?” His muttering was drowned out by the thunder that rumbled just in time. Now there's even thunder,…
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The March air was still chilly. When he took a deep breath, the cold air rushed into his expanded lungs. On days like this, catching a cold was all too easy, so Kwon Jiwook lowered his head and buried his nose into the turtleneck of his knit sweater. The university campus was bustling with events like semester-opening parties and orientation meetings. Turning his head, he saw people already vomiting pizza onto utility poles, their level of drunkenness beyond guesswork. It was a sight nauseating enough…-
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“...Huh.” “Good evening. Looks like you’re quite fond of this place.” Park Juyeon narrowed his eyes and greeted with a tone laced with derision. His gaze was steeped in disdain. Despite catching that insufferable expression, Kwon Jiwook couldn’t muster a defense and merely opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water. Wow, seriously, you're completely out of it, Kwon Jiwook. Of all places, why did you think it was fine to pass out here, you lunatic? Consumed by self-loathing,…
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“Apologies if the place feels a bit cramped. Please understand,” Park Juyeon said. Cramped? Not at all. Judging by his shiny car, it was obvious. This bastard was loaded. Looking around the spacious and almost eerily empty officetel, Kwon Jiwook deliberately gave a curt reply. “Why would I need to understand? You sure seem eager to host guests in such an underwhelming place.” “Well, it’s more than adequate for some fun, isn’t it?” “You’re seriously a brain-dead bastard…
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Kwon Jiwook began cursing furiously and started wreaking havoc in the clubroom. Bang! He kicked the door violently, swept everything off the desks onto the floor, and even picked up a desk and hurled it onto a chair he'd just kicked. "Ahhh! Hey, Kwon Jiwook!" As someone tried to approach the rampaging Jiwook, a chair whooshed past overhead at high speed. Crash! Kim Suhyeok turned toward the loud noise, his face pale, and saw the chair slam into the wall. The few other club members who had been…
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Perhaps he thought Haewon's silence stemmed from the fear of nearly being assaulted, so he added more to his statement. His voice was persuasive. Even though I couldn't recall exactly what he said, there was a sense of trust because it was Hyun Woojin speaking. His compelling voice reminded me of the things he had said to me. Hyun Woojin had insulted Haewon without a second thought. He must have done the same to Taeshin. So, he likely assumed he could treat me, his friend, the same way. To him,…-
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If he had answered the call, perhaps Taeshin might not have died. Whatever Taeshin had been desperate to say, if he had confided in Haewon, even if Haewon had listened half-heartedly, and maybe if he’d heeded Haewon’s typically dismissive advice not to worry about such things, perhaps Taeshin wouldn’t have died. The guilt and powerlessness weighing on Haewon from the top of his head to the tips of his limbs left him feeling that he wouldn’t even be happy to see his deceased mother appear in…
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Haewon stared at the man, who had asked to borrow a lighter while he already had one. The man, after savoring the filter of the cigarette, exhaled a white cloud of smoke. The smell of the cigarette wasn’t repulsive. The man asked Haewon whom he was waiting for. Usually, people standing idly in front of the hotel had one thing in common—they were waiting for someone. Most of them were probably waiting for someone, and like Haewon, who had nowhere to go, they probably weren’t lingering around for…
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Haewon placed his hand over the back of the man’s hand, which was gently brushing against his forehead, and slowly pulled it down. The man's gaze flickered. His fingers softly traced Haewon’s eyebrows, eyelids, cheeks, and jawline, lingering on his face. "You don't have a fever." "I do. Check it again." Haewon guided the man's hand inside his shirt. The man swallowed dryly, visibly uneasy. Reaching the limit of his patience, the man embraced Haewon, pressing his lips to Haewon's neck. His hand…
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