misacchi
Stories
8
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270
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Reading
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When the housekeeper urged me to come to breakfast, I made an excuse that I didn’t feel well and swallowed a headache pill instead of rice. Seungwon’s words kept ringing in my ears. I bit my nails until the red flesh was exposed, feeling anxious to leave this place as soon as possible. It went beyond anxiety and turned into unease. His words were right. I wasn’t old enough to talk about love, nor was I naive enough to dream of fairy-tale ideals. The way he looked at me with a clear sneer on his face…-
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As he realized this, cold sweat poured down his spine. Soogyeom clenched his teeth and tried to understand the situation. How long had he been watching? How much had he heard? "Just now…" He opened his mouth after a long time. At the same time, the cigarette in his mouth fell weakly. That alone was enough to tell that Yoon Yichae was quite shaken. Soogyeom took a step back without realizing it. "Wait, you just now…" Did he notice? What he was doing. Did he think he was mocking him?…-
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He was a man who approached me no matter how coldly I pushed him away. He was a man who was trying to possess me while using my mother to get married. He was a man who read the relationship between my mother and me as if he were looking into his own head and used it. He pretended to be docile, but if he saw even a small excuse, my stepfather would reveal his hidden teeth and try to bite my neck. That's why I was desperately trying to act dignified in front of him. The reason I came into this man's…
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Though I had been a bit drunk, there was no way that memory could be blurred. Even if the memory had been blurred, he was certainly the man who had indifferently watched me mixing lips and tongues with a strange man in the pitch-black darkness of the Trax elevator. It wasn't an impression that could be passed by vaguely. He was the man I had especially remembered because of the words he hadn't finished after calling out to me. "..." Not knowing what I was doing, I sat down in the chair and stared at…
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She wasn't a woman who would listen to me even if I ran after her now to stop her, and I didn't have that desire left in me anymore. My mother made a stepfather for me and went into the man's house that day. A few days later, a driver sent by my mother rang the doorbell of the studio apartment. He bowed politely and came in, pulling out the large suitcase and the small carry-on bag that I had packed, one after the other. When I tried to help, he refused, looking more troubled than grateful, and…
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"I can go alone. Go inside." "You don't know Seoul very well. I'll take you." "It's okay. I can take a taxi." "Why take a taxi when there's a car? Get in. I have to go too. It's on the way anyway." If I dragged the conversation on any longer, my mother would notice something. I had no choice but to close the door I was about to get out of and lean back uncomfortably in the back seat. My mother looked back at the man with a slightly regretful look, kissed him on the cheek in the American…
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I barely managed to spit out the words I had carefully chosen. "Why can't I remarry a man I like? He likes me too." Just as I was about to protest, the elevator opened and someone got on. My mother and I stepped back and leaned against the wall. The elevator was dropping down, reducing the floor numbers one by one. "This is your mother's last wish. Think of it as being filial and endure it." Her voice lowered a notch, reciting dryly as if delivering something trivial. I too stared ahead…
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The sky lounge restaurant was filled with dinner guests. My mother recognized me as I entered and raised her hand slightly. She had taken a cruise along the Han River and visited some department store, and on her lap was a handbag I had never seen before. Having worked part-time in the luxury goods section of a shopping center, I knew most of the brands and product characteristics. What she was holding was a so-called luxury bag. It was an H brand bag, considered one of the most…
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'This kiddo doesn't even have a girlfriend yet. He's definitely going to get teased a lot if he goes to Korea. It's even stranger here. Don't you perhaps dislike women?' There was no way a man who ran a large business in both Korea and the United States would lack such perception. He looked neater than my mother had described, and he wasn't the typical worn-out businessman type. He had an intellectual air, reminiscent of a university professor who would hole himself up in his lab for a…
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"So, what are you going to do in the future?" At my senior's question, I opened my mouth as if asking for the last lifeline. "...If you need translation, please give me some work." "..." Senior Hwang, who had asked so casually, paused mid-sip of his coffee. He looked puzzled. Though we hadn't known each other long, Senior Hwang knew my personality to some extent. I was awkward with requests. Like those who aren't good at asking for favors, I was fundamentally the type with excessive…
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