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Seojin blinked at his words. How could he have possibly? Then, a slow smile spread across her lips as she glanced down at her phone. “…Ah…” It seemed the phone, which had been missing while she slept, had been in his possession. She let out a small laugh. The joy that escaped her lips was flawlessly clear. Seojin gazed at the bouquet, steeped in the love of two men, then lifted her head to look at Aiden. “They’re so beautiful, Aiden.” Her eyes curved gently, her smile warm. “Thank you for…-
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That night, Aiden lay beside his bed and picked up his phone. The number written on his wrist had already faded from sweat, but the name ‘Seojin’ on the screen was crystal clear. He bit his lip. “She said to call… ‘when you can’t make it.’ Only when you’re sick, you dumbass…” A wave of self-loathing rose in his throat, but his fingers, which he had restrained all day, were already typing in the message window. Just a few words and an emoji. It wasn’t that he was expecting anything or…
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Aiden, who had been panting under the showerhead while sitting on the floor, pressed a palm to his forehead and muttered. “I emptied myself… It was over…” His body was limp, and the semen he’d released earlier was still a warm smear on his stomach. And yet, his lower abdomen was already beginning to burn again. “…Fuck… Just one more time… Really, just one more time…” Aiden pushed himself up using the wall, squeezing his eyes shut. His forehead rested lightly against the cold bathroom…
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“Bastard. Jerk. Dickhead.” At first, as he spoke the words to her, warning that she should never use them on others, it felt as if the very syllables were cutting his own tongue. Seojin tapped a ballpoint pen against the back of her hand, quietly reading along. These were words she had never personally been subjected to, but words she might hear in the future. Aiden taught her verbally, without writing in the notebook. It was familiar now. “Next is… ‘slut’.” Seojin tilted her head…
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It was a sunny weekday morning. Under the parasol, Seojin had that familiar white notebook of hers open. She had even prepared for today’s lesson, ready to ask about the difference between ‘hope’ and ‘wish.’ "Hey!" An unexpected shout erupted from beyond the fence of her daily life. “Hey, Acian cunt! You deaf or what?! I said you people don’t belong here!” Seojin’s hand, holding the pen, flinched. Before she could turn, a fast-talking, unfamiliar middle-aged white man had strode up close…
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The sudden rain came without warning. There was no thunder, no lightning. A gust of wind swept through, and raindrops began to fall even under the parasol. “Oh—uh…” Aiden, who had been holding his pen, closed his textbook. Seojin, looking just as flustered, gathered her papers and held them to her chest as she looked up. “Inside?” “Yes, yes!” She led the way, cutting through the wind. As she brushed past his shoulder, her wet clothes clinging to her like paper, Aiden tightened his grip on…
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It had been about two months since she had immigrated. 7:10 AM. A sound came from the front door. Seojin had woken up early again today. She wore no makeup, but a natural pink hue lingered on her eyelids, a remnant of the previous night. Beneath her thin t-shirt, the outline of her braless chest was clearly visible. When she opened the door, the milkman from their subscription service stood there, milk bottles in hand. Throwing a cardigan over her shoulders in place of a shawl, she reflexively tugged down…
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The bathroom was filled with steam. The sound of the shower gradually faded, until only the quiet sound of two people breathing filled the space. Seojin was breathing softly, held in Rio’s arms in the bathtub. Leaning against his chest, she traced the surface of his skin as it broke through the water. “So tomorrow… we’re really leaving?” At her question, Rio swept back his wet hair and answered. “Yeah.” Her eyebrows twitched. It felt like ages ago that they’d prepared for the visa…
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“Let’s go wash up.” After their intense lovemaking, Rio pulled himself up, his hips slick, and held out his hand. Seojin took it without a word. As they headed for the bathroom, her gaze drifted to the window and lingered on a distant light, making her pause. Night had already fallen. “...Why?” Rio tilted his head. Instead of answering, Seojin squeezed his hand tightly. Then, she spoke in a small, quiet voice. “…Before we wash up… do you want to do it a little more?” Not missing the look…
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Seojin watched the back of the man, who was uncharacteristically wearing a tie as he left for work. On their dining table, a contract bearing Rio’s name was laid out neatly. 「Stock transfer complete. Distribution of remaining assets to proceed in accordance with this agreement.」 Behind the refined phrasing—a promise to waive his rights as a son to all but a portion of his inheritance—was a name that carried more weight than any familial bond. A farewell. Or more accurately, a separation by mutual…
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