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Angel Smile

The background is set in a small, quiet town on the outskirts of Seoul. In this town, people were friendly, except for one particular neighbourhood. In this neighbourhood, everybody lived their lives as if treading on eggshells, all because of one particular household: the Lees. People surnamed Lee were a dime a dozen, but these particular set of Lees were unique. Dysfunctional. The family consisted of four people; the father and breadwinner Lee Do Joon, the delinquent son Lee Hyuk, the top student Lee Gun, and the town's most beautiful girl Lee Yeo Ri. Lee Yeo Ri was regarded as a saving grace, but before anybody knew it, the saving grace was slowly disintegrating from within. Hidden underneath her perfect, angelic smile, was a girl who was slowly being crushed and torn apart. This is her story. — TRIGGER WARNING — This story contains depictions of rape, violence, and other traumatic scenes. — Cover art by Ren (Twitter: @ikinashi_ren) — Please consider commenting or reviewing; any and all feedback are appreciated! :D

ihateyounot · Urbano
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299 Chs

Everybody’s Reaction

<p>While the unknown elderly couple was freaking out, the rest of the watchers were going crazy for a different reason. <br/><br/>"Ohmigosh, ohmigosh, ohmigosh!" Min Chae squealed excitedly as soon as she saw the her best friend appear in the commercial. <br/><br/>"You look gorgeous!" She typed quickly, sending the text to Yeo Ri with haste. She proceeded to spam her friend with several dozens of cute stickers in the messaging app, displaying her inner glee. <br/><br/>Before she could reply to the texts, Yeo Ri was bombarded with other messages from other people. <br/><br/>There was one from Jin Goo, a string of texts from In Guk, an even longer string of texts consisting of 'AAAAAAAAH's from Da Na, one from Ha Jun, a total of seven from Ra Hee, a bunch of spam in several of her group chats, and finally, one from Mrs. Choi. Basically, everyone she knew had watched the commercial and praised her for it. <br/><br/>"...Oppa, what are you doing?"<br/><br/>Yeo Ri looked at Gun with a strange gaze. <br/><br/>The young man had his phone out, holding it horizontally. He had been recording the whole commercial and replaying it over and over again with a foolish grin on his face. <br/><br/>"...You do know that the whole clip would be posted online later, right?" She asked him with a perplexed look on her face. <br/><br/>"—Of course I knew that!" Gun replied several beats later. He had almost forgotten that Yeo Ri's face could be seen and replayed in HD quality in merely less than an hour. He silently pulled out the popular video-posting site which will be used to host the clip. He'd save both his home video and the official video in his phone later.<br/><br/>Yeo Ri shook her head helplessly at her brother. <br/><br/>After the excitement cooled off, Yeo Ri retired to bed. <br/><br/>"Oppa, you have school tomorrow; aren't you going to sleep?" Yeo Ri who had just tucked herself in glanced at Gun. He was still up, eagerly waiting for the online commercial to be posted. <br/><br/>Gun shook his head, "I'll wait for the clip first. Go to sleep first if you feel sleepy, Yeo Ri-ah."<br/><br/>Yeo Ri rolled her eyes, smiling wryly at her brother, "Suit yourself, Oppa. Goodnight."<br/><br/>Gun distractedly patted Yeo Ri's head, his eyes trained on the small screen of his phone, "Goodnight. Sweet dreams, Yeo Ri-ah."<br/><br/>"Mm."<br/><br/>That night, Yeo Ri fell asleep, blissfully unaware of the chaos that was happening online.</p>

Short chapter, working on the next one as we speak. In the meantime, this is what I’ve been up to:

- celebrated my birthday

- stu-dying Contract Law and (and failing miserably at it; might have to retake the class next year oof)

- preparing for my cousin’s wedding (gosh, is it wedding season? Third cousin this year!)

- procrastinating

- crying over fictional characters

- looking for a new laptop bcs mine is /ded/

See you in—Yep, nope, I can’t promise anythin’. Bye~

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