cami
Stories
6
Chapters
139
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269.1 K
Comments
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Reading
22 h, 25 m
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A year ago, in September. Marvin sat in his hotel office chair, chewing an aspirin tablet with a crunch before tilting his head back. His jet-black hair fell messily over his forehead. A sigh escaped through his slightly parted lips, betraying his irritation. An unwelcome guest was coming. He’d had a mild headache since morning and thought it might just be exhaustion, but by afternoon, it was unmistakable. His senses sharpened, and his temperature rose. This was definitely a heat. "You know,…-
114.2 K • Ongoing
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November 14. 5:30 PM. Seoul Western District Prosecutors’ Office. The sleet that had begun an hour ago swirled outside the interrogation room window. News about the president’s son still streamed from the smartphone on the desk, and the prepared coffee sat abandoned, growing cold. Just as the waiting figure was beginning to tire, the door abruptly swung open, and someone entered. The assigned prosecutor, who had been biding his time, quickly turned off his phone and scrambled to his feet to greet…
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Another day passed, smooth as ever. School classes were followed by cram school, then a ride home with Manager Hwang. On Thursday night, Yoonjae glanced at his phone, which read 9 PM, and casually asked “Did he get home safely?” “The guest from Ryu Gwan Temple? I escorted him to the gate.” Manager Hwang’s calm reply elicited no particular emotion. Had he even cared about Youngso’s whereabouts, or was it just resentment toward his mother’s decision? Yoonjae idly shook his phone,…-
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WHOOSH— The sudden surge of rain made the umbrella wobble violently. Yoonjae tightened his grip on the handle just in time and slowly approached Youngso. The flimsy awning over the small management office provided barely any shelter. Up close, he could see the boy’s hair and school jacket were damp in patches. "Why…" The words burst out before he could stop them. "Why are you still here? If I wasn’t coming, you should’ve just gone home!" Even he was startled by his own loud voice.…
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As soon as they arrived, Yoonjae showered and changed into comfortable clothes. On his way back to his room, he paused near the guest room. Located at the end of the second-floor hallway, it overlooked the backyard through its window. The door was quietly shut. After a moment’s hesitation, he crossed the hallway soundlessly. Originally designed as a master suite, the guest room was excessively large and luxurious. It had once been his parents’ bedroom when he was young, but after they each took…
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"Well... everything looks clear for now." After a day passed, his body felt completely light, but due to the doctor’s orders not to be discharged until the test results came in, Yoonjae had to stay in the hospital for two more days. That meant Youngso had endured three full days of hospital life as well. When the doctor finally said that his brain, stomach, and blood were all perfectly healthy, Yoonjae didn’t feel relieved. He just felt empty. That’s why. “There’s a slight wound in the…
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Somewhere, it smelled faintly like incense from Ryu Gwan Temple. He regained consciousness when he felt something dragging lightly across the back of his hand. Lying on his side, Yoonjae blinked slowly and noticed his wrist was caught on the bed guard. He carefully pulled his arm free. He had only been sick for a day, yet his body felt weak and shrunken. "......" Rolling onto his back, he realized his stomach had settled. Pressing a hand to his forehead, the fever was gone too. Sitting up was…
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"There will be some additional tests tomorrow. Starting tonight, you’ll need to fast. No water, either. Understood?" Yoonjae nearly let out a sharp, mocking laugh at the doctor’s kind reminder. Fasting? As if he could even keep anything down when just breathing made him nauseous. Lying sideways on the narrow, stiff bed, he nodded, and the doctor left the private room with the same practiced smile. "Ha…" Alone in the spacious hospital room, Yoonjae clutched his throbbing head. He remembered…
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By dawn, rain began to fall, just as he’d sensed the previous afternoon. Listening to the drops patter against the courtyard beyond the sliding door eased the stifling weight in his chest. Pushing back the quilt, Youngso sat up and cracked open the door. A cold, damp breeze drifted into the heated room. "......" The wind cooled his flushed cheeks pleasantly. Blinking several times, he rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. Dawn was a sacred time when distractions faded and clarity emerged.…
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“Hey.” Five desks separated the front from his. If it reached the desk directly ahead, he’d see its form without even looking up. Yoonjae swallowed, pressing his feet firmly into the floor. "Ah, damn it!" A familiar voice shattered the tension. "Why’s the vending machine only got Coke Zero now?" Jongho plopped down, grumbling, and slid a can of coffee onto Yoonjae’s desk. Only then did Yoonjae exhale and look up. "..." The row by the windows was empty again, just as it had…
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