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“Do you have a fuck buddy or something? You seem like the type.” As soon as he heard Cheongdam’s question, Myeongseon chuckled inwardly. You want to be fuck buddies with me, don’t you? You’re laying the groundwork with this kind of talk, and then you’ll gradually steer the conversation, and then ask, 'How about we do it too?' But too bad. I’m not interested in that kind of thing anymore. “I haven’t really felt the need to have one,” Myeongseon said as he slowly…-
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“I've eaten well.” After finishing his meal and downing the last of the soju in his cup, Jaekang stood up and left. Myeongseon waited until he disappeared through the entrance before putting down his chopsticks and getting up. “Did you finish eating?” Jeongsik looked inside Myeongseon’s rice bowl. “Yeah. I’m going to my car for a bit.” Myeongseon walked through the hall to the entrance at his usual pace, then as soon as he was outside, he dashed towards the…
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After that, he'd only ever seen slightly inadequate bodies, but then, at an unexpected moment, in an unexpected place, he found a body that reminded him of that body—a body that was a 100% match. That charcoal grill bastard’s body must feel like that too. Myeongseon slowly ran his hand down his body. Firm, toned, taut. Hot, hard, smooth, flexible, and strong too. Myeongseon closed his eyes for a moment and, with his mouth slightly open, exhaled increasingly ragged breaths. Rubbing…
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“Stop fucking staring at me, you fucking asshole.” Myeongseon had been lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling for over two hours. Jaekang’s words from earlier kept replaying in his head. His low voice, dry tone, the way he stared straight into Myeongseon’s eyes, even his smoky scent. Jaekang had simply said those words, glared at Myeongseon for a few seconds, and then turned and disappeared. Dumbfounded by the sudden insult, Myeongseon stood frozen in place for a long time, jaw…
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Come on, people, hurry up and come in. Myeongseon greeted the incoming customers while screaming internally. There seemed to be even more customers than yesterday. He had to ask for Yangja’s help twice after making mistakes with card payments, and he broke out in a cold sweat mediating a fight between customers over parking. After being told by a slightly drunk customer that he had a "bitchy face," he was barely holding onto his last shred of patience. Yesterday had apparently been a lucky,…
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The clock struck 9 p.m. sharp as Solgae arrived back at the clinic. He checked the time at the door before stepping inside. The waiting room was silent. It was natural that there would be no patients at this hour, but even the nurses were absent. ‘This is strange. Wasn’t it supposed to be 9 p.m. tonight?’ As he furrowed his brows, the door to the examination room opened, and the same doctor from earlier came out and smiled brightly at Solgae. "You've arrived." "Yes. But are you…-
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The waiting room, which Solgae only looked at after checking in, was spacious and clean. He chose the clinic simply because it was the closest urology clinic to his home, but it seemed the doctor's skills weren't bad, judging by the considerable number of patients. From a child accompanied by their mother to an elderly person… Patients of various ages were stealing glances at Solgae while pretending not to. Solgae scanned the waiting room slowly with an impassive face, and the common emotion…
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“Myeongseon-ah, good work. You’re staying for dinner, right? You didn’t get to eat properly earlier.” As the business day ended and the dining hall became less crowded, Yangja approached, patting Myeongseon’s shoulder and spoke. “Uh… are we all eating together? With the staff?” “Yeah. Come and eat with us.” “Should… I?” Myeongseon glanced back and forth between the table being set up for the staff at one end of the hall and the entrance. Is that Charcoal…
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The charcoal barbecue restaurant owned by Myeongseon’s parents was a large two-story building with a garden. Myeongseon arrived around 5 p.m., a time when the hall was sparsely populated with small groups of customers and the tension of the staff anticipating the evening rush was palpable. Parking his car and getting out, Myeongseon looked up at the sign above the arched entrance to the garden and sighed. ‘Myeongseon Garden.’ His parents had named the garden after him, their youngest…
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“Have a good night!” Jaejun greeted the customer cheerfully, then sat down and stared intently outside the convenience store. The place Hama mentioned was a club in Nampodong, Busan. There wasn’t any concrete information about who saw him or where they lived. It was just a vague passing rumor, something like, “I heard from someone who heard from someone else that they saw your father in front of a club in Nampodong.” Despite the flimsy lead, Jaejun had to come. There was always a…
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