[Short story] Sneakers.
That's a fucking toothbrush.
That's a fucking toothbrush.
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The sound of horns blaring filled the streets, shattering the calm winter day.
Kki Lee Ik-.
Kwa Ang-.
The orphan's body, which had already been blown far away, fell to the ground with a thud.
The blood he had vomited out with a gurgling sound had dyed his white eyes dark red, almost black, before the child's moans stopped.
Groan- I held onto my legs, which looked thin today, until I lost consciousness.
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-Sister.
Because I've been falling asleep so often lately, I've been sighing and dozing off.
-I just didn't run on my highway.
Now, I wonder if he knows that I am gulping down breath with my eyes wide open and my gaze so deep that I cannot even fathom it.
-Fuck, fuck!
Whale, whale. My little one. Hurry up and eat the bungeoppang. Jump in and tell me what you said.
- Why, why me of all people!!
Oh, I'm the one who dropped the promising runner, you. I'm the one who made you look like a troublemaker.
Hey, Taehyung.
- Just wear the new one once.
- Go go ...
What would you do if you were sick? You wouldn't be able to run around! You're crying. You're crying and wailing, and the tip of your nose is cold.
- Oh, just wear it once.
In the morning, with a smile on my face, I held out my tightly tied sneakers. With a thud, they flew away and scattered across the floor.
- Oh no!
Clang, clang. I ran out of the hospital room, helplessly avoiding the two falling flower pots.
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[Sister]
Since it was Taehyung's birthday, I decided to take the cake I had made and walk to the hospital room.
Danny, who was in a hurry, listened to the urgent phone call.
[ah?]
[Sister]
[and]
[I, I wanted to run too]
I wanted to jump out with my healthy legs. Taehyung's throat, which was filled with anger, pierced my ears.
Shit, why! Why! What's the point of being alive, running around!!
Phew-.
I threw the cake down on the floor and ran up the stairs in a huff.
Yeah, sis. I wanted to run too. I used to be a pretty promising runner, though.
I have one wish. Do you know what it is?
My breathing was getting harder and harder, and I kept jumping up and down.
My wish is to run halfway with my healthy legs.
Well, don't stop me.
Kwa Ang-.
As soon as the rooftop door opened, an object fell with a loud crash outside the building.
Far, far away.
On the screen of the cell phone lying on the floor
Sister
It was written as follows.
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Ah, the red chrysanthemums buried among the chrysanthemums shone brightly.
There was no one to comfort the female protagonist, who was crying loudly, holding onto the hem of her black skirt and her trembling eyelashes.
[Taehyung, my heart, which was always calm, starts to shake as if it would shake the world when it stands in front of you. Taehyung, Taehyung.
Are you running well there?]
The piece of paper in the heroine's hand was weakly crumpled.
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