kkumu
Stories
6
Chapters
109
Words
197.7 K
Comments
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Reading
16 h, 28 m
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With no other choice, Seungwan walked into his room. He remained on high alert for a while, listening for any sounds from outside, but the man didn’t seem to have any intention of coming into the living room. Eventually, exhaustion took over, and Seungwan decided it was better to rest. He grabbed a random book from the shelf and read a few pages but quickly lost interest. After washing up in the en suite bathroom, he lay down on the bed. The day had felt unusually long. After soaking in hot water for…-
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Only after spending the entire afternoon carrying loads did Seungwan realize he was not only covered in dust but probably also smelled of sweat. The man had likely noticed as well, especially in the cramped truck. Maybe that’s why he had been so quiet. Not knowing how strong the odor was, Seungwan pressed his nose into the T-shirt he had taken off and sniffed, but there was no way to tell. People were usually more sensitive to the smell of others than to their own, weren’t they? He sighed and…
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Toward the end, his voice faded so much that his last words were almost inaudible. The man patted his back a few times, then strode toward Seungwan. Seungwan did his best not to flinch in surprise. Every time the man approached him, the weight of his presence was overwhelming. When the man came close, he smiled and spun Seungwan’s shoulder, turning him forward. “See that truck over there? Go get in it.” And on top of that, he was rushing him. The man pointed to a dark blue truck parked not…
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“Please let go of me…” “You think I’ll just let go that easily? I just confirmed that you’ve been coming to a place like this.” It was Chief Chae. He loosened his grip on Seungwan’s hair, only to grab it again, making Seungwan’s head sway back and forth. “It’s not what you think. Please let go.” There weren’t many people passing by, but since Forget-Me-Not was right in front of the market, someone might see their scuffle. Everyone who came into town was predictable.…
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Unknown Number 5:12 PM It was a message from the man. Staring at his phone for a while after receiving the message for the first time in a long time, Seungwan hesitated, wondering whether he should reply. He often ignored past messages, but since this one was asking for a favor, he felt like he should at least ask what it was and how he was supposed to do it. The mention of 500,000 won as a daily wage suggested it would be deducted from his debt. But what kind of task would pay that much? Just as he…
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Doyoon pressed down on the teapot lid and poured the green-hued tea into a cup before pushing it toward Yihyun. Yihyun had been staring at the yokan, mesmerized, and only turned away when Doyoon called his name twice. “Han Yihyun-ssi.” “Yes?” “Were you aware?” Aware of what? Yihyun couldn’t read Doyoon’s intent at all. No one had ever explained anything to him in the first place. He was somewhat skilled at reading people’s moods, but that ability was limited to sensing their…-
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Yihyun slowly looked around before sitting down, unable to stand any longer. The noise from outside seemed unrelated to him anyway, and while this place was no different from a storage room, it was far more comfortable than where he had been before. Could he take off his shoes? They were a little too small, making his toes ache unbearably. Carefully lifting the hem of his skirt, Yihyun removed them. The fabric was soft, with gold embellishments scattered across it—very pretty, but that was all. He…
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There were quite a few people at the unloading area. When they heard that Seungwan had come in place of Chief Chae, the workers carrying the cargo gave him a brief look of pity, but no one commented on it. It seemed that Manager Song had gone to get the forklift. Seungwan began lifting and carrying 15kg sacks of fertilizer. “Jisoo’s coming?” “Hey. Looks like he’s really coming this year.” At some point, Manager Song had arrived and was chatting with the section chief. As Seungwan…
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Just as the divine spirit had said, his body truly was mangy. At the very least, he needed to wash to look somewhat human. Lately, with his father’s and Han Suhyun’s torment worsening, Yihyun had been working himself to exhaustion every day in the main house. Dragging his weary body to wash with warm water was out of the question. At most, he could splash some cold water on his face, which only made things worse. The kitchen in the annex had a gas connection, so Yihyun filled a large pot with…
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“You punk, slacking off again, huh?” With no strength in his neck, Seungwan’s forehead slammed against the desk with a loud thud. He had been struck on the back of the head, but pain surged from both the front and back, leaving him dizzy. Seungwan blinked sluggishly. People glanced over, then quickly turned away, as if realizing it was just another incident between him and Chief Chae. From their profiles, he could read their tired indifference. When Manager Song wasn’t around, there was no…
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