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MYFL | Chapter 3.4
He never really understood what was so entertaining about these kinds of shows, so he didn’t particularly watch them. But since this one was insanely popular, he had a rough idea of the plot. A revenge story about the devoted first wife finding out that the old chairman had been secretly keeping a second household. Overcome with fury, she decided to take revenge, enlisting the help of a young and handsome man who was utterly devoted to her. That was the last part of the story Beomchan had…-
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MYFL | Chapter 3.3
The open class wrapped up with the awarding of new belts. Beomchan called each child up one by one, personally tying their new belts around their waists while offering a few words. “Hanbyeol, what do you have to do now that you have a green belt?” “I have to do even better!” “Do better at what?” “Taekwondo!” His loud voice practically shook the ceiling. Grinning, Beomchan tied the green belt snugly around Hanbyeol’s waist. “Good job.” After giving the boy a quick…-
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MYFL | Chapter 3.2
There was something Beomchan truly wanted to ask. But instead, only irrelevant questions and half-hearted answers lingered between him and Seungjae. Even that was cut short when Beomchan had to go pick up the next group of kids for class. Is teacher coming alone? Even as he stepped out of the café, Beomchan couldn’t bring himself to say those words out loud. ⋆˚🐾˖° “Low block!” For the past few days, Beomchan had been increasing the focus on poomsae and basic movements in class,…-
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MYFL | Chapter 3.1
Beomchan arrived at the dojo earlier than usual and headed straight to the office. He hung his coat on the wall, sat down, and turned on the computer. While waiting for it to boot up, his fingertips rhythmically tapped against the desk. Tap, tap. His gaze landed on the desk calendar sitting at the edge. It was marked with the taekwondo dojo’s schedule. His eyes naturally drifted to the event written on next Saturday’s date. Open Class. This was why he had come in earlier than usual. Open…-
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MYFL | Chapter 2.6
Even when he subtly shifted his body to the side, Seungjae’s eyes remained fixed on him. Drunk and persistent, huh. “…Woojoo would be shocked.” Unable to endure that intense stare any longer, Beomchan muttered as he zipped his jacket all the way up. “Who do you think I drank because of…?” Seungjae mumbled something under his breath, barely audible. “Huh?” The background noise was too loud, and Beomchan couldn’t catch it clearly. He turned back, expecting an answer, but…-
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MYFL | Chapter 2.5
It wasn’t like the divorce had ended in some tragically bittersweet way—if anything, it had been messy as hell. There was no reason for him to be holding onto any lingering attachments. “It’s just… It’s the best way to avoid unnecessary trouble.” “Does ‘unnecessary trouble’ include that master?” Seungjae didn’t answer. He just smiled. Yeonji had expected that response. What a sinful bastard. Clicking her tongue, she shook her head and cast another pitying glance…-
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MYFL | Chapter 2.4
Even when told to go in, Beomchan stood his ground. His expression was full of hesitation, as if there was something he wanted to say. Seungjae looked at him curiously before speaking. “What is it?” His expression, his question—it was as if he was urging Beomchan to just say whatever was on his mind. But that only made Beomchan press his lips together harder. He held back the words that were threatening to spill out. The longer he kept quiet, the longer he could stay here, looking at…-
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MYFL | Chapter 2.3
It was unexpected. Because the Seungjae in Beomchan’s memory had never been the type to show passion for anything. Even when his grades dropped, he never seemed disappointed or angry—just shrugged and said, I’ll do better next time. He was often late to class, and yet, when it was time to leave, he was always the first one out the door. He hadn’t been a good teacher. And maybe that was why it had frustrated Beomchan so much. Even if he wasn’t suited to teaching, there was something about…-
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MYFL | Chapter 2.2
He found something familiar in this otherwise unfamiliar Seungjae. Maybe the only things that hadn’t changed were his own fixation on the past and Seungjae’s handwriting. After holding onto the admission form for a long time, he finally placed it down beside his pillow. He turned off the bedside lamp and covered his eyes with his arm. So that was a wedding ring. Then and now, nothing had changed—he hadn’t even had the chance to try before it was already over. People say that timing is…-
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MYFL | Chapter 2.1
I handed over the information sheet with the schedule and tuition details, along with the admission form, then sat there blankly for a while. Seungjae occasionally asked questions, and Beomchan answered mechanically, barely aware of whether his responses made sense. “The kid’s always been really quiet, so I wanted to teach him at least one sport when he got a little older. I wasn’t sure if it was still too early, but since this place is right above my café, I feel reassured. Plus, it’s run by…-
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