Stories that you want to read while you're at it.

One day replaced the other, the other the third, and the rest of the week flew by as if in a couple of moments. After the last tide, everything came back to normal again. Study, home, study again. Only Taekhyon came across more often, which couldn't help but rejoice - communication with this guy gave Narim strength. Bought by her literature from the bookstore, she took under the suspicious glance of a young consultant, who was trying to figure out what had happened, but honestly, the girl was not going to answer him...

It was the first night that Narim never dared to close her eyes. Neither did Taekhyon. Except these two had very different reasons. The sofa was laid out and covered with two people lying on opposite sides. They were lying back to back, but there was almost a meter and a half between them. They were both on the very edge so that God forbid they should harass or compromise each other. - Why aren't you sleeping? - was the first to break Tae-young's silence. - How did you know I was awake? - Narim...

Narim sat on a short sofa and looked into the ceiling as Taekhyon rattled in the next room somewhere and tried to build something that smelled like tea. The girl was lying back and looking around fearfully. The feeling of water on the skin was almost invisible, you get used to it if you boil in it all for a long time, but the fear does not disappear, as you do not get used to it, as you do not chase it. It is too uncomfortable to feel constantly in danger, especially when this danger, with its cool captivity, envelops every part of your body...

The heart was beating in my head with an impossible, deafening rumble. As if after a contusion, the girl lost her sense of reality, she felt like she was having a dream that she couldn't control because it was too difficult, too little strength. In the large, fear-filled pupils of brown eyes reflected the glare from the rising straight to the level of the knees of the water surface. The girl slipped away from her place, pushing the entrance door of the shop with her shoulder, half-glazed, leaving...

The front door slammed. Chongguk lowered his head and closed his eyes. His lips were tight, and something was unbearably cracked in the shower. So he was left alone. All alone. No, it wasn't! Not alone. The guy opened his eyes and immediately raised his head, looking angrily at the young man standing nearby with whom Narim returned home. The stranger was still and only looking at the closed door in a confused manner. It was him. He was the one Chongguk saw the day she had a panic attack in the middle of the street...