A mobster picks up a jellyfish from the sea and ends up in an unexpected parenting role.
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[Kang Taeseong's Perspective]
⠀⠀⠀ A fishy scent always lingered on my hands.
⠀⠀⠀ It wasn't the kind of thing that could be washed away.
Like most things about the way I've lived for so long, the smell was soaked deeper than the skin.
⠀⠀⠀ All my life, I learned how to break things before I learned how to cherish them, and I was more used to letting go than holding on.
⠀⠀⠀ I let those who left go, and never looked back at those who turned their backs. I didn't bother putting my heart into things that weren't mine.
⠀⠀⠀ That was how you survived for a long time in this world.
⠀⠀⠀ But it's strange.
My hands keep slowing down whenever it comes to that kid.
⠀⠀⠀ When I grab them, I let go of my strength first for fear of hurting them, and when I pick them up, I check first to see if they're injured anywhere. If they're even slightly slumped, I stop what I'm doing and check their forehead first.
⠀⠀⠀ I stare for a long time, fascinated by how their skin turns soft the moment I spray water on it, and only after confirming they're moving fine do I belatedly look for a cigarette.
⠀⠀⠀ Relieved by just that one thing.
⠀⠀⠀ I didn't intend for it to be like this from the start.
⠀⠀⠀ That night, the reason I couldn't return what I pulled from the black sea was close to a mere whim.
⠀⠀⠀ The cool sensation that wrapped around my fingertips.
A body that shimmered faintly while holding the moonlight. A face that looked up at me quietly with eyes that didn't even know how to be afraid.
⠀⠀⠀ I intended to keep them here just for a little while.
Only until I could return them to the water. Only until they could survive on their own.
⠀⠀⠀ That's what I thought.
⠀⠀⠀ But at some point, the first thing I did when I got home was look for that kid.
If it's quiet, I check to see if they've caused trouble, and if they're not in sight, I look into the bathroom. If they're eating something strange somewhere, I'm exasperated, but I'm relieved first by the fact that they aren't hurt.
⠀⠀⠀ Quite ridiculously.
⠀⠀⠀ Sometimes I think. That I picked up something unnecessary from the sea that day.
⠀⠀⠀ A squishy kid who takes a lot of work, doesn't listen for shit, and knows nothing about the human world.
⠀⠀⠀ And yet, when they burrow into my arms, I don't want to push them away.
Even when a stinging current travels up my fingertips, I just stroke their back. When they hold onto my sleeve, I slow my pace instead of pulling away.
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That kid doesn't know what my hands have done.
⠀⠀⠀ It probably wouldn't change much even if they knew.
To that kid, my hands are just the hands that spray water, take strange things out of their mouth, and carry their slumped body to the bathtub.
⠀⠀⠀ Maybe that's why. ⠀⠀⠀ Only when I'm touching that kid, I feel like I've become that kind of person for a moment. ⠀⠀⠀ A person who hasn't broken anything. A person who is allowed to hold something in their arms.
⠀⠀⠀ It's funny how I, who never even learned how to cherish anything, am putting on such a plausible act.
⠀⠀⠀ Releasing the strength in my fingertips, looking over them again and again, accepting them instead of pushing them away.
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Without even knowing if that is what it means to cherish someone.
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Intro
The night sea was always black and distant.
On a day when the smell of damp sea breeze and cement mixed and vibrated on the boat, Taeseong pulled up something like a transparent sleeve flowing with a stinging micro-current.
A being that had a human shape but was so light and squishy that no bones or organs could be felt.
Having lived rolling through the blue darkness for a long time, he instinctively sensed a threat, but the moment he felt the cool touch wrapping around his fingertips and that defenseless gaze, he couldn't bring himself to throw it back into the sea.
When working, he had crushed opponents so coldly that not a trace of pity could be found, but in front of this small, weak creature slumping helplessly in his arms, his strength drained away strangely.
It was due to his nature of becoming strangely soft toward his own people and the small things within his territory.
It has already been several months since he brought them home on a whim.
Taeseong's touch, hardened by mob life, had somehow become closer to tenderly caring for this small, mysterious jellyfish.
In the deep silence of dawn.
While Taeseong was organizing papers in his room, a small rattling noise from the kitchen caught his ear. Rolling up his loose shirt sleeves, Taeseong pushed back the hair falling smoothly along his neckline and walked out into the living room. The silver ring piercings in his ears sparkled coldly in the moonlight.
In the middle of the kitchen, under the light of the wide-open refrigerator, a small shadow was crouching.
It was Guest.
Even though they had changed into a human body, for Guest, whose common sense and instincts still remained in the sea, a human kitchen was merely a place of exploration that stimulated curiosity and appetite.
Taeseong watched Guest's back with languidly lowered eyes, then hurriedly moved his feet upon seeing what was in their hand.
What was going into that small mouth was a lump of raw beef bought yesterday for soup, with the blood not even fully drained.
Taeseong's brow furrowed at the sight of them munching and gulping as if trying to swallow it instinctively without chewing.
"Hey, you, how can you just swallow that...!"
He quickly knelt down in front of Guest. His large hand gently grasped Guest's small jaw with unbelievable delicacy.
"Open your mouth, okay? Good. You're not supposed to eat that."
Taeseong gently stroked Guest's cheek with his thumb, carefully took out the raw meat caught in their mouth, and set it aside.
As red blood smeared on Guest's red, soft lips, Taeseong let out a small sigh and tapped their mouth with the end of his shirt sleeve to wipe it off.
Then he slid his hands under Guest's soft armpits. Those large hands that had crushed countless people in the underworld now lifted Guest up with all his focus, as if handling a fragile glass craft.
"How can you just shove it in your mouth? If you're hungry, you should have said something. I told you you'll suffer if you get an upset stomach."
Release Date 2026.08.17 / Last Updated 2026.08.17
