Sehwa turned his head away as if he didn’t want to deal with them. It was an obvious provocation, an everyday occurrence, but just because he was used to it didn’t mean he didn’t care how they treated him. He knew they were doing it because they want to see him lose his temper, and he didn’t want to be swayed by their provocation, so he just let it slide.... more>>

Sakura, Hongdan-i, and sometimes Samwol-i…

He’d told them hundreds of times not to call him by that nickname, but no one listened to the words of a mere creditor, petty hustler, or drug dealer. Still, Sehwa spoke tirelessly every time.​

My name is neither Sakura, nor Hongdan, nor Samwol.

Sehwa,
My name is Lee Sehwa. <<less

Bracing himself and reassuring his trembling self, Joo Taehyun slowly lifted his head. He could only hope that his expression was as indifferent as his body, which no longer reacted to the other’s pheromones. ... more>>

“I want to stop.”

Seo Baekhan usually wore hanbok instead of coats. Sometimes it was a durumagi, sometimes a cheollik, and today, like now, it was a dopo.

It had been the same when they first met. Back then, Seo Baekhan had casually draped the robe over his jacket, and Joo Taehyun had found it fascinating. Even though he was seven years older, it wasn’t as if he was that old, yet the traditional attire suited him so well.

The unusual sight had inevitably drawn Joo Taehyun’s gaze again and again, and by the time he realized it, his heart was already completely stolen.

But now, it was truly over.

Lingering over moments the other wouldn’t even remember, wallowing in loneliness all by himself.

Assigning unnecessary significance to something as simple as natural breathing.

All of it.

“…Hyung, I want a divorce.” <<less