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    Emerlyn

    Stories 8
    Chapters 616
    Words 1.1 M
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    • SYM 22

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      by Emerlyn — The next day, Eun-hyeon woke up earlier than expected. Although he had trouble falling asleep and tossed and turned before finally drifting off late, he didn't feel as tired as he thought he would. After receiving Ha Yeo-un's help yesterday, his body felt much better. As Eun-hyeon got up from bed in a good mood, his face suddenly turned pale. "...No way." The damp sensation in his lower body. The unpleasantly clinging pants. For a moment, the dream he had last night flashed through his…
    • SYM 21

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      by Emerlyn — "Your body's balance is completely disrupted, so be careful from now on." "Y-yes. Th-thank you." Eun-hyeon's voice trembled faintly. Thinking about what had just happened made him feel dizzy. Something he had never imagined in his life had happened to him. Treatment. Yes, this is treatment.  It's absolutely not something mixed with any impure intentions. In an urgent situation, Ha Yeo-un briefly became his treatment tool, that's all. Eun-hyeon kept muttering to himself internally,…
    • GBH 25

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      by Emerlyn — Se-kyung turned on the light in his room, tossed his bag onto the chair, and collapsed onto the bed. After lying motionless on the undulating mattress for a while, he finally turned over. His face, with long bangs scattered to the side revealing a slightly rounded forehead, still retained a youthful appearance. His eyes, blinking blankly at the ceiling with a face poised between adulthood and boyhood, gradually slowed their movement. He was exhausted. Due to his sensitivity to sound, the study hall,…
    • GBH 24

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      by Emerlyn — As Kim Deuk-pal returned to the classroom, he opened the locker attached to the very back wall.  The lockers, assigned in numerical order, were tall and spacious enough to easily fit a basketball. After neatly stacking his textbooks, workbooks, and gym clothes inside, he shoved the basketball on top. Then, silently, he gave a word of advice to the spirit of the person who was supposed to use that locker, but whose whereabouts were unknown. ‘If you plan to come back, do it after…
    • GBH 23

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      by Emerlyn — "Actually, I have a curfew." "You do?" Recalling how strong he was when he grabbed his shoulder during a previous walk, Se-kyung found himself embarrassed, covering his flushed ears with the back of his hand and gazing into the distance. "...Until 10 PM. I've been forgetting about it lately because of night study. It's not a night study day, so they probably called because I'm not home yet." "Well, even when you're grown up, you're still a child in your parents' eyes." Though he said that,…
    • BHB 10

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      by Emerlyn — Either way, Yeowon knew he didn’t really have a reason to be this angry with Taegang. But he had long since lost his grip on reason. The forceful grip on his wrist, the unapologetic, unflinching gaze—everything about Taegang was setting him off. "Disgusting." He glared at Lee Taegang with eyes narrowed in anger. The alcohol made him even more heated. It was easier to get worked up in this state. "I didn't know you were such a filthy bastard that you'd even fvck other men." In that moment,…
    • BHB 9

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      by Emerlyn — To be honest, Yeowon wasn’t sure if he really needed to go that far, but if he had refused to go to college, Taegang would have likely followed suit—ignoring any promises or agreements he had with his parents. If that happened, their already strained relationship would have plunged into an even worse state. So, Yeowon decided to suck it up and sacrifice himself for the sake of keeping things from getting worse. Taegang applied to a school that barely matched Yeowon’s grades, even choosing the same…
    • GBH 50

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      by Emerlyn — Three years ago, on the first day of spring when the cold winds were still fierce, the entrance ceremony for Song Yi-heon's high school was held in a chilly auditorium where one's breath was visible. The students, bundled tightly in coats and padded jackets, were unfamiliar with each other, but unanimously agreed that the heater breaking down on the day of the entrance ceremony was likely a ploy by the school to save on heating costs. Among the new students stomping their feet against the cold, eagerly…
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