Springlila
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"You came running in a hurry. Were you that afraid I might tell Jae-seung everything?" Seeing him sneer even with a face flushed from coughing, it seemed he had already told Jae-seung about the experiments. Shin-woo clicked his tongue, recalling Jae-seung's suddenly changed attitude. He had hoped Jae-seung would remember those painful times on his own when ready, but it had come to this. Shin-woo gently pulled Ye-wook's collar, drawing him closer. As he narrowed his eyes, scanning Ye-wook's gulping…-
75.1 K • Ongoing
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As soon as I got home, I collapsed on the sofa without even washing up. Although I'm good at running, my heart felt like it was about to burst after running for the first time in a while. I waited for Dae-han intermittently, running when he got close, then stopping, and running again when he approached. Even though I rested each time, my calves were throbbing. Dae-han, who came in late, passed through the entrance and entered the living room. "Hey, Ki Young-hyun. You really didn't wait for…-
81.6 K • Ongoing
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I found myself looking at him without realizing. Dae-han, who was fiddling with his phone, answered half-heartedly. "No. I wouldn't try to hold onto them." "What?" The person who asked, the person who answered, and the person who asked again were all different. A classmate asked, Dae-han answered, and I asked again. We probably won't break up, but why wouldn't you try to keep me? If we were alone, I might have raised my voice without realizing, but with the blinking classmates present, I held…
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81.6 K • Ongoing
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I was too focused on him and acted sensitively. As a result, I also made the atmosphere awkward with an uncomfortable face. To make matters worse, the order was delayed and it would take another 20 minutes for the chicken to arrive. Because of that, only pickled radish for the chicken was sitting lonely on the table. After some contemplation, I picked up and ate a piece of pickled radish. Sweet and sour... it was just ordinary pickled radish from a chicken place. It wasn't particularly tasty or bad.…
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81.6 K • Ongoing
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Numerous memories flashed by like a kaleidoscope. There was no need to think about what we did. I shut my eyes tightly. Honestly, we did so many things that it's hard to recall each one. We held hands and let go, played strange games, and very rarely, very rarely, we kissed. Sometimes Lim Dae-han approached first to kiss, and sometimes I did it first. Even in high school, we often stuck together in places where students didn't come often, so I thought university would be the same. However, there…
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81.6 K • Ongoing
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Thinking about it, Lim Dae-han wasn't always gentle. Even in high school, he was naturally strong, so he had a bit of a rough side, and although he didn't talk much, he tended to dominate his surroundings with his atmosphere and strength. In our second year of high school when we first shared a class, the classroom atmosphere would change depending on whether Lim Dae-han was there or not. Even though he didn't do anything particularly bad in the classroom, there was an air of intimidation. I finished…
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I wanted to keep my newly started campus life and my relationship separate, but it seems I'm the only one failing to do so. The weight of the relationship was much bigger than I thought. It was going in the opposite direction of what I wanted. I didn't wish for some grand youth. I just wanted to have a decent school life and get along well with my classmates. Like a normal twenty-year-old who just entered university. "......" It's time to accept that spring is over. I spent time quietly looking…
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81.6 K • Ongoing
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The gentle touch made me drowsy. I yawned silently and hunched my shoulders. "Straighten your back." As soon as I curled up, Lim Dae-han tapped my shoulders with his knees. I'm sleepy. When I straightened my back, the warm wind tickled my skin. I leaned against the sofa and rested my head on his thigh. He didn't say anything even though the wet hair must be annoying. Lim Dae-han, who had been silently drying my hair, belatedly called my name. "Ki Young-hyun." "Yeah?" "I'm not…
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"Why don't we fight?" I blurted out my thoughts. Lim Dae-han, who was leisurely driving out of the complex, turned to look at me. "Should we fight?" I shrugged at his question. "Just... We hardly ever fight." "You saw them fighting at your brothers' place, huh." "Yeah. I thought I was going to die from the awkwardness... Oh, and my brother called Ye-jun hyung 'honey'. I guess it's become a habit. He even did it to me on the phone." "What did he say?" "He said 'honey' would come…
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81.6 K • Ongoing
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Yoon Ji-gu had secretly kissed him while he was asleep. And Yoon Ji-gu had been the one to suggest they watch that movie in the first place… It was clear now what his intentions were when he invited Yeo-woon over. ‘So does this mean Yoon Ji-gu likes me? But why?’ Even now, Ji-gu was lurking around him as if expecting something from him. He had even managed to drag Yeo-woon to the café, picking on that ridiculous agreement to come to the cafe up to three times a week. "H-here, eat this.…-
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