A story by JH Nimm ©   Title: 현실 이별 (The Farewell is Real)

"Good morning," a melodious voice greets you. You spot a young man behind the counter, a cute smile on his face as he watches you approach him. He presents a flower to you in his outstretched hand. Your face grows hot, and you can only blink in confusion.

The coffee shop down the street has a new barista and he can't stop charming the customers in the drive-thru.

It's always better when you can lean on others.  Or, Seonghwa's appendix decides it no longer likes him.

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You paced back and forth as you impatiently wait for San’s phone call. Grumbling under your breath, you stopped pacing and closed your eyes as you tried very hard to suppress your annoyance. Turning your phone over, you looked at the time.   7:42PM.   “This little still isn’t calling me?” You said through gritted teeth. “He said he’ll call at 7:30, it’s already 7:42! Where the hell is he?!”   Yelling