Where Every Story Blooms

    Emerlyn

    Stories 8
    Chapters 616
    Words 1.1 M
    Comments 356
    Reading 3 days, 17 hours3 d, 17 h
    • GB 80

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      by Emerlyn — The ship's broadcast warning about swells continued for over an hour. These weren't natural waves. They were massive vibrations caused by the dying seawater's thrashing, not by the moon's movement. A few ships from the squadron took turns confirming with artillery fire. Being just at the edge of the gray pit, they couldn't waste ammunition and had to return after firing only basic shells. Even after that, it took an hour and twenty minutes for things to calm down. They didn't even realize the…
    • GB 77

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      by Emerlyn — There was a scent of pencils. "Where did you leave your companion to be wandering around here like this?" Yoon Moo-hwa pulled Haero to a less crowded area on the outskirts of the crowd. Haero, still dazed, could only watch Yoon Moo-hwa as he was being led away. Only after reaching a spot far from the festival's center but still able to enjoy the atmosphere did Yoon Moo-hwa release the hand he had been gripping tightly. "The one separating me from my companion is you, Captain." "Is that so?…
    • GB 76

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      by Emerlyn — It was the same habit from when he was young, tasting a bite at a time beside Yoon Moo-hwa as he cooked. Those who were throwing mischievous glances at So Eunpa all froze, staring at the two. But Haero ate the ice cream as if he and Yoon Moo-hwa were alone. In other words, Yoon Moo-hwa had naturally fed Haero. "Ah... the lieutenant had no hands free. I was about to ask if he had no hands or feet, but he really had no hands free." The chief engineer tried to break the tense atmosphere with an awkward…
    • TIN 71

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      by Emerlyn — I couldn't pour out my resentment. Every time that thought came to mind, I would inevitably wake up. Unlike the dream where I was with someone, the solitude that greeted me in reality was nearly unbearable this time. So, in the early dawn hours when I could no longer sleep, I habitually went downstairs to find the painting on the wall. Toward the cherished memories of the sea at sunset, a warm and cozy scenery that was once as ordinary as daily life in my childhood, where only the sound of crashing…
    • GB 70

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      by Emerlyn — Yoon Moo-hwa stood up, took the package, and opened it. The contents weren't visible from Haero's side. "No. You shouldn't have looked." ‘What's this about? Then why did he ask?’  Haero made a sulky face. "The items arrived properly." "..." "Do you have any other business?" When Yoon Moo-hwa asked, Haero knew he was being shooed away in a petty manner, but pretended not to notice and asked, "If I'm curious, will you show me?" Yoon Moo-hwa let out a mirthless laugh. "No.…
    • LM 82

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      by Emerlyn — Nightmares became more and more frequent, waking him up in the middle of the night. Similar dreams continued like sequels. In one dream, Kwon Yuwon appeared dead, in another, he watched Woo Hyunse's wedding as an uninvited guest. When Kwon Siyul woke up gasping, Woo Hyunse would gently stroke wherever he could reach and kindly ask what dream he had. Each time, it made Kwon Siyul's insides boil. The Woo Hyunse from his dreams, walking hand in hand with someone else amidst everyone's blessings, overlapped…
    • GBH 130

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      by Emerlyn — Se-kyung masturbated while recalling his kiss with Song Yi-heon, but Yi-heon acted like a Joseon-era teacher, causing confusion. ‘Is it because I'm a man? Or is the age gap between our souls too big?’ Sometimes Se-kyung had useless thoughts. Whether he could be a lover who could sexually appeal to Song Yi-heon. Whether Yi-heon's "I like you" meant love accompanied by mental connection and physical pleasure, or affection like a grandfather wanting to give dried persimmons to his cute…
    • TIN 70

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      by Emerlyn — When I first went to the villa with the child, I think I avoided everyone except the child and Logan. The bodyguards stationed around the villa, the employees in charge of housework, the chef who prepared the meals, and so on. If our eyes met, I would quickly turn my head to the side, and unless the child called me, I wouldn't even come out of my room, fearing that I might run into someone. My actions, which were closer to wariness than shyness, were naturally noticed by the child within a few days.…
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