the door closed behind him, emitting a soft click that resonated against the damp tiles of the room. one feet stepped on the cold floor, and soon followed the faint sound of a single squeak. as he turned the knob, a rush of hot water erupted from the showerhead, quickly filling the small space...
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the croissant, much like any other sweets from the bakery dakho often treated jaeha to, as a thanking gestures for the altruistic actions she offered him every night he knocked on her door, were very rarily paid for. not that the man...
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removing the single earbud from his ear, dakho pushed the door open of the workplace where he had spent the last four or so years of his life. the familiar aroma of freshly brewed coffee, cinnamon buns...