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Han Ju Ho is content with life. Or that's what he likes to think. A roadside bakery and his golden retriever, Marble keeps his life bustling with activities. The only menace for him is keeping the wind of Jeju in check. As in, mak...
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[t/w : this chapter contains mentions of suicide. proceed accordingly.]
THE strings of Ye Bin's brain couldn't wring out the pandemonium of bewilderment as she closed the door, blocking the view of the previously rain-swept scenery. Nosy neighbour? Pretty much.
Koreans evidently cared about their customs and Ye Bin had no choice but to adjust to such 'heartfelt' transactions. She had already invested almost the entirety of her money in this hasty plan of residing at Jeju and there was no going back. It was a 'do or die' situation she was pushed into.
Her thumb twiddled with the seal of the bag with slight interest. A part of her was quite invested in the delicate packaging. It reflected the thoughtful nature of the giver. At the moment, she had no use of it. It hadn't been long since she had her lunch. Deciding to stop thinking about a mere food package, she put it down on the armchair of the living room.
Ye Bin's eyes drifted towards the corners of the living room. Most of the boxes that lied scattered, had necessities which needed to be unpacked soon. The major furniture pieces were yet to arrive. She had no bed for the present and wasn't really sure about where to sleep.
Her new abode emitted an unfathomable musty smell, that showed how much the place needed a proper cleaning session. Taking the initiative herself would be a great hassle, considering how she had a negligible sum of money in her purse and only a couple of zeroes beside another digit, in her bank account.
She was surely, in need of money. Leisurely lying around, wouldn't be of any use. One wrong step and she would be spending the rest of her life on the streets, begging for alms. It was a life she neither wanted to imagine nor reach.
Well, to god's grace, the sinks of the washroom and the kitchen were still in good condition if not the best. The last thing she wanted to be involved in, was a toolbox in her hand for repairing basic amenities.
Her feet carried her to her newly selected bedroom. It was the only one which showed the greenery outside and the rays of the sun during sunny days. Probably, renting the first floor didn't even strike her until she saw the pictures of the position of the glass windows. It was a swan in a group of regular ducks.
Ye Bin sat on her heels, inspecting a brown box that was sealed securely with adhesive tapes. She picked the edge of the transparent film of the tape, with the tip of her index finger and gave a pull. The tape left the box with some of the flesh of the paper of the brown box. She immediately rolled the useless tape and discarded it off to the dustbin nearby.
