cherryrose
Stories
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The man, who seemed to have regained some of his senses, briefly met my eyes and then fainted again. It wasn't pleasant to see a man faint as if he'd seen a ghost the moment our eyes met. But anyway, the man had recognized me, and he seemed to understand what I was saying. I had heard that a high fever could mess with a person's head, but thankfully, it didn't seem like he was damaged in that way, which was a relief. While the collapsed man was regaining consciousness, I tidied up the room that…-
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Young Eui-joo was once rushed to the hospital after stepping on a shard of broken glass. After spending the entire month's living expenses on hospital bills, the kitchen cabinets were filled with unbreakable plastic dishes and paper cups. Eui-tae, who barely attended school, was beaten by his father every three days like a dog on Dog Days. The neighbors were also gamblers, thugs, a mother working at a bar, and a grandfather disabled in the war. Unhappy families with different stories gathered, lowering the…
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My body, balanced precariously on my toes, swayed. The man's voice, which I had thought I had misheard, once again shattered the summer night. "You stupid bastard." Whether he was talking to Eui-joo or to himself, I couldn't quite tell. And those words, like a glass, filled my heart to overflowing with pity. The man, who had seemed to be sleeping soundly on the wooden floor, had his chest rising and falling. Seeing him unable to hold his head up, flailing his arms like a broken person, I couldn't…
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The child who arrived at daycare the earliest and left around 7 PM after attending the all-day program. That was Yang Ji-eon as a child. It was before her widowed mother sought out her aunt. My mother, who would often collapse and fall asleep after coming home at 2 AM, was only concerned with sending me to daycare and picking me up. She believed that daycare would take care of meals and snacks, and that cleanliness, clothing, and basic manners were the tutor's responsibility. However, contrary to…
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My aunt’s cooking skills were top-notch, but my mom was no slouch either. It’s just that she didn’t have the energy to make side dishes after coming home from work. Even then, after declaring she wouldn't accept my aunt's help, Mom started waking up an hour earlier to make side dishes. It was no use telling her it was okay to buy them from the store. No matter what, Mom was adamant about putting her heart into the food her daughter ate. “You’re eating too much!” We’d meet around 10…
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“Are you calling that a proper thing to say right now? Huh? Did our Ji-eon look so easy to you that you, a young bachelor, could have such improper thoughts? I’ll spread rumors about you at your school and shame you, you son of a bitch!” Behind my aunt, who was screaming with veins popping out of her neck, Mom cracked open a green soju bottle. Mom, drinking alone, was already on her third bottle without any snacks. The emotion that occupied a large part of Mom’s heart was probably…
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"Uh, uhh," I said, my words half-formed, and cast my gaze toward the man. As my attention, which had ceased resisting, shifted elsewhere, the tutor also looked back. A long shadow passing behind the car erased the tutor's expression. "Do you know him?" A black plastic bag was tied to the wrist of the walking man. The man, wearing slippers similar to mine, roamed the night road with a strangely relaxed gait. There was no way a man who acted as if he had no interest in the world would help…
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It was such a sweltering night that a single fan was not enough to bear. Lying face down, utterly limp, I pressed the button with my toe to increase the wind speed. “Teach me some studying.” The face of the man I broke up with just the other day makes an unauthorized visit to my mind. Annoyed, I turned the fan up to the maximum. Lukewarm clumps of air entered my open mouth. “Should I not have refused?” My aunt had an uncanny knack for sensing things. My mom, busy with her beauty…
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The seat of the new bicycle my aunt had bought me at great expense was covered in a fine layer of dust. This was because my old, low-seated bicycle—converted from a four-wheeler by removing the training wheels—was responsible for most of my outings. Still, out of consideration for my aunt's sincerity, I rode the new bicycle when going downtown and only took out the old one for short trips around the neighborhood. Even when speeding along the rice paddy paths, I slowed down when passing the…
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“I must be crazy, utterly crazy.” The chopsticks for correcting your posture, lying on the desk like an eyesore, pricked my conscience painfully. I’d coaxed my friend to go out, gone all the way to the very end, and then, abandoning my pride, I’d rushed to grab those chopsticks. A sigh fluttered over the chopsticks I’d bought without a plan. I was already buried under a mountain of practice problems, and now I was just increasing my unnecessary expenses. I bit my lip hard, chastising…
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