A man who, since childhood, had been handed business cards with the question of whether he ever thought of becoming an actor. ... more>>

Moon Chaehyuk.

Two years ago, in the rain, a man named Seungho, drenched and desperate, leapt into his arms, and in an unplanned twist of fate, they spent the night together.

When Chaehyuk woke up the next morning, the person who had been lying next to him was nowhere to be found.

All that remained was 30,000 won and... “this”?!

What on earth made him leave this behind?

Chaehyuk couldn't help but wonder, puzzled, frustrated, and intrigued. Soon, it was embedded in his memory.

Now, this mischievous man who came back looking for him, Chaehyuk finds himself unable to stop wondering what's going on inside his mind.

But this cheeky little puppy, who’s completely forgotten about him, feels uncomfortable and scared by the presence of the large, intimidating superior.

Two years ago?

What in the world happened back then?

***

“Seungho, do you... not like me?”

“Pardon?”

Moon Chaehyuk slowly turned the pages of the book he was holding and placed it on top of the pile of books Seungho had stacked.

As his sharp features tilted slightly, the defined line of his jaw became apparent.

The slight smile on his face didn’t seem angry, but there was something about him that made people feel strangely intimidated, like a thug coming to collect on a loan.

His height and build only added to the pressure.

Seungho found himself trailing off involuntarily.

“Sir, what do you mean by that...?”

“I was wondering if you threw that book because you didn't like me.”

“No, no, that's not it! Why would I... misunderstandings, that's all!”

Seungho hurriedly explained, not understanding why such an assumption was made.

Moon Chaehyuk lightly lifted the neatly stacked books and stood up.

Seungho quickly rose to help, but Chaehyuk casually dropped the pile of books onto the desk.

“If it wasn’t because you disliked me... then is it because you like me?” <<less

It had been roughly ten years since Sihyun found himself trapped in a martial arts game. He knew that once he completed the final quest, he would finally return to reality. Yet, the thought of that reward no longer brought him joy. However, the system, in its cruel way, gave him no time to say a proper goodbye to the precious child he had grown to cherish. Without mercy, it forcibly sent Sihyun back to reality.... more>>

Sihyun reassured himself that the child would be fine without him, and so he returned to the real world. But something felt off—everything had strangely changed during his absence. Sihyun found himself in utter confusion.

"No way... Has it been three years? And what is this? A gate?"

After enduring the hardships in the game world for ten years and leaving Taewoon behind, how could the world have ended up like this? But that wasn’t the worst of it.

"Master, I’ve missed you."

His disciple, a character who should have existed only in the game, stood before him, as real as ever. And not just a little different, but vastly changed.

***

Without hesitation, Sihyun ran toward Taewoon, pulling him into a tight embrace. His lips trembled as he bit down hard to keep himself steady. Taewoon, in turn, lifted the hands that had been hanging loosely at his sides, wrapped his strong arms around Sihyun, and buried his face in his master's neck.

Finally, he had him back.

"Taewoon! Is it really you? How is this even possible?!"

"Master, I don't know either. When I came to my senses, I was all alone...."

Sihyun’s eyes, now red and puffy, filled with shadowed sorrow as he gently wiped his tear-streaked face. How long had Taewoon been by himself?

"Master... I missed you so much.... Why did you leave me? If I did something wrong, please forgive me. Please… don’t abandon me."

The soft, hoarse voice struck Sihyun’s heart with an unbearable clarity, cutting into him like a sharp blade. His heart ached, a deep, searing pain that he could hardly bear. He couldn't bring himself to meet Taewoon’s gaze and hung his head low.

Taewoon’s expression barely changed, but his eyes brimmed with dark, unidentifiable emotions and agony. Slowly, tears began to roll down his cheeks, one after the other.

“No, don’t cry, Taewoon. I— I didn’t leave you because I wanted to! Haa… I’m so sorry. I truly am.”

“…Then, you won’t leave me again, will you?”

“Of course not!”

Guilt surged through Sihyun like a tidal wave, each wave piling on top of the last. He vowed then and there, tightening his fist, that he would protect Taewoon to the very end. <<less

At the age of 30, S-class guide Park Hyunsoo, who belonged to Team D, closed his eyes for the last time. ... more>>

After escaping the exhaustion of his former life, he thought he could finally rest comfortably, only to find himself suddenly possessed by the body of the rookie guide Lee Jaehee.

‘No matter how I think about it, this is just like something out of a novel or webtoon, isn’t it?’

However, unlike the protagonists in those creative works who easily accept possession and shamelessly mimic others, he has no intention of living like that. The only thing left to do now is:

“...Actually, I’m not Lee Jaehee but the ghost of Park Hyunsoo who recently died.”

All he has to do is exorcise himself!

“The reason I gathered you all here so suddenly is not because of...”

As the man hesitated, Minchan’s brow furrowed deeply.

“What do you mean, ‘not because of’? Why are you stammering?”

Minchan snapped, creating an uncomfortable atmosphere in the meeting room. The delicate-looking man, who had been silently observing the situation, let out a deep sigh and mumbled in a low voice.

“Chan-ah.”

The unexpected use of his nickname made Jung Minchan frown. The only person who could address him so familiarly had recently passed away.

“What the hell?”

“What kind of language is that in front of adults?”

“…What did you say?”

“I told you to be polite to adults. Did you really act like this when I wasn’t around?”

“You... what the hell are you doing?”

In response to that question, the young man—no, Park Hyunsoo—grimaced.

“Your Hyung. You little shit.” <<less