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Seeing his dazed look, Seolseol beat her chest hard. "Master Geum will of course deny knowing anything. And since the young miss disappeared without a trace, they’ll obviously suspect you. Naturally, you’ll be dragged to the magistrate’s office! And then they’ll ask, where did you smuggle the young miss to, or did you kill her, or what reason did you have for sneaking into the Left State Councillor Park Daegam’s house disguised as a bride, or who ordered you to do it, and they’ll beat you…-
69.5 K • Ongoing
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That was it. Geum Jinsa had issued an absurd order. Even if he had to be beaten with a stick for making noise, Donggu would have had to grab his trouser leg and stop him. They couldn’t all become tiger food because of Geum Jinsa’s madness. "If you, in the young miss’s place, go through the wedding and then spend the night together, the other side will have no choice but to bury it and move on! Then we can all live!" "Then how am I, being a man, supposed to do that? How can I, a man, wear the…
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Geum Jinsa of Asigol had been overjoyed lately, as if he might fly to the heavens. The reason was that an unbelievable marriage proposal had come from the house of Park Sihak, the mighty first-rank Left State Councillor. The marriage partner was none other than the very son of that Park Daegam, the one who had come first in the state exam and now enjoyed the king’s full expectations. On top of that, he was so handsome that rumors had already spread even to this rural backwater. The handsome man…
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"Oh? This is quite interesting." Yoongong tilted his head slightly. "Huh? What did you just mutter?" Sandoli, who had been fussing over his master, immediately asked. In any case, Sandoli was a servant, and as a servant his attention was always on Yoongong. "Nothing, you fool. Still, it’s remarkable that your ears remain open even while you’re nagging your master without a shred of decorum between rank and class." "Well, if a servant only does what he’s told, he’ll never get ahead in…
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She had gone up to Hanyang to attend her maternal grandfather’s sixtieth birthday banquet. Her mother’s family was crowded with endless visiting relatives. Because she was a girl, Soyi had been shut away in the detached quarters. The house inside and out had been noisy, but Soyi had been bored. So she had secretly gone to a nearby temple with only her maid Ipbun. She thought maybe breathing some cool air would help her feel better. That was where she met a girl around her age, one who had come to…
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From that day on, Chaegong started waiting for Hyeonjo again. He had said it was annoying, but the thought that maybe he had actually wanted to wait was enough to make Chaegong lightheaded with excitement. But as time went by, the days Hyeonjo came home late only increased, and sometimes he didn’t come back until the next morning. After Hyeonjo scolded Chaegong for staying up all night waiting for him and then dozing off the next day, Chaegong stopped waiting. Hyeonjo didn’t ask whether he no longer…-
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But it wasn’t very fun. At the theater Chaegong had been so focused on Hyeonjo that he had barely watched the movie, so it was practically like seeing it for the first time, and still it was disappointing. Maybe it was because there was no popcorn. Or maybe it was because there was no huge screen. And perhaps, just perhaps, it was because Hyeonjo wasn’t laughing beside him. Chaegong hugged his knees a little forlornly. But he wasn’t sad. Hyeonjo was busy, and he was already pouring plenty of time…
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And so, on the day his father died, Chaegong slept with Hyeonjo. By filling his mind with nothing but pleasure, the space left for grief and guilt grew smaller, and breathing became easier. So Chaegong clung to Hyeonjo even more. He wanted to drift away from reality. The reason Chaegong had come to Hyeonjo’s house was because of his dad. He had stayed here for a while to isolate himself from that violence, but once the reason itself vanished, there was no longer any need to remain in this…
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As the man straightened his bent knees and stood, it was clear his legs were long too. Chaegong, blinking at the burned-red toes he was putting his strength into, tilted his head back to look at the man. The orange light of the streetlamp shining from behind him somehow felt strangely sacred. The man held out his hand, and Chaegong stared blankly at the hand that had stopped right in front of his nose. It was large and handsome. That long, straight hand was nothing like Chaegong’s own, which was…
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Chaegong lowered his head. It was hard enough coping with the attention of passersby staring at the bruise on his cheek. His feet, wearing nothing but a single pair of slippers and not even socks, were laid bare before the winter wind. His hands were so cold he could not even spread his fingers, but still, it was better than home. Home. Yes. His mother had left when Chaegong was very young, and from then on he had lived alone with his dad. There was no way to put it lightly, not even a little. His…
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