9 Results in the "Your Hidden Poem" category
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Chapter
YHP 8
As soon as he left the building, he received a call from the real estate agent. In a very apologetic tone, the agent asked if he could wait just a little longer. The timing was a bit tricky with the rain, but it wouldn’t be a problem since he could have a quick meal and it would roughly work out. If Jeong-in had known this would happen, it might not have been a bad idea to follow those guys who said they were going sledding. After all, Jeong-in was alone now. “Hm...” Recalling Hyo-jun’s…-
14.9 K • Ongoing
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Chapter
YHP 7
It’s that person. “…Ah.” Today marked exactly one week since the last time he had seen the beauty. Given the circumstances, it seemed the beauty was a student who had classes in this building around this time. Since Ho-jin also had a class at the same time, he hoped that if he wandered around the building around this time, he might run into them. However, he couldn’t believe that they were in the same class. His heart raced as if it had been set on file. Staring at the neatly styled…-
14.9 K • Ongoing
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YHP 6
Jeong-in had gone in on his own, but that wasn’t the same case for leaving. In fact, Choi Hyun-wook had planned to return to the office at an appropriate time, but when he heard that Jeong-in had opened his eyes, he rushed over and spent a whole week with Jeong-in under the pretext of absolute stability. He insisted that school could wait and that Jeong-in needed more rest, even threatening to keep Jeong-in locked up if necessary. Ju-young, who looked like a corpse after an all-night shoot,…-
14.9 K • Ongoing
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YHP 5
The memories of the day I manifested as an Omega are fragmented. It’s because I kept losing consciousness intermittently. The only thing I remember clearly is that it was excruciatingly painful. It felt like my entire body was burning, and needs were piercing every inch of my skin from head to toe. Looking back now, it seems like a trivial level of pain, but at the time, it truly felt like there couldn’t be anything more painful in the world. ‘Dad…’ It seemed like something strange…-
14.9 K • Ongoing
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YHP 4
In that one moment, everything faded to white. The rest of today’s schedule, future plans, the emotions he hadn’t gotten over, the pain in his shoulder–he forgot everything. He had encountered countless beautiful people at countless events with celebrities, but none had ever struck him with such awe at first sight. That person was truly stunning. Ho-jin studied the man beneath the eaves with enchanted eyes. The neckline of his light-colored sweater was clean, and his flawless skin was as…-
14.9 K • Ongoing
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YHP 3
TL: Slumber Hyo-jun’s remark that he had the most perfect schedule in the world wasn’t just a bluff. It wasn’t until the third period that Jeong-in realized it. Surprisingly, he hadn’t moved an inch from Room 307 since the first period. All of the lectures today so far had been in Room 307. All Jeong-in had to do was sit in the corner and watch the professors and students change with each lecture. Just like the previous periods, as the hour approached, the empty lecture hall began to fill…-
14.9 K • Ongoing
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Chapter
YHP 2
A cool freshness characteristic of fresh materials permeated the new building. Trying to avoid bumping into people, Jeong-in walked as close to the wall as possible while checking the schedule on his phone. Financial Management, TH Building Room 307. He checked the name of the building several times as he entered and saw his uncle’s name on the construction memorial plague, which meant that he had helped build this building. However, no matter how hard he looked, there seemed to be no Room 307…-
14.9 K • Ongoing
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YHP 1
Clean sneakers. Bright sunlight. Unrefined excitement and tender, immature leaves. The campus welcoming the new semester was the perfect image of March. The freshmen still had their youthful appearance, and they brimmed with excitement with their steps, while seasoned students who had experienced March many times before showed an awkward mix of bored complacency and mild anticipation. It was the same scene every year on the first day of the semester. “Excuse me, passing through.” “Don’t…-
14.9 K • Ongoing
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Story
Your Hidden Poem
“Yes, hyung. I’ll bring you a gold medal.”-
2.1 K • Feb 19, '25
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2.1 K • Feb 19, '25
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1.7 K • Feb 24, '25
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