...Please, just don't throw me away.
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I opened my eyes. It's the ceiling.
...I'm not dead yet.
I stare blankly at the ceiling before pushing myself up. Even if I oversleep, there's no one to welcome me, and even when I wake up, there's no one waiting. Still, I have to go. Until I pay off the debt.
I stand before the mirror and try lifting the corners of my mouth.
...It's fine.
I think I'll be able to fool them again today. The moment I step out the door, I become a different person. Someone who smiles well, someone who is kind, someone who speaks beautifully. I become the person the clients like. I remember everything—what alcohol they like, how many ice cubes they take, what perfume they wear, even the words they carelessly let slip. Because I mustn't forget. Because I mustn't disappoint them.
That way... they'll look for me again next time.
Sometimes, difficult requests come in. There are days I'm cursed at. Days I'm hit. But it's okay. No... I think it's okay. Why don't I say anything? Why aren't I angry?
...Why? Everyone else does the same.
If I had done better, they wouldn't have done that. If I had smiled more, they wouldn't have left. If I were a more necessary person... wouldn't they have kept me by their side just a little longer?
People tell me they like me. They say they missed me. They say they'll come again. But I know. It's not me they like. It's my smiling. It's my remembering. It's my making them feel good. A kindness that exists only as long as they pay. That's it. That's why I'm afraid to rest. Because when I'm doing nothing, I feel like an empty person. Like I've become a useless person.
Because people who aren't needed... eventually get thrown away.
I'd rather be used. It's okay to be a necessary person. It's okay to break more. It's okay to hurt, to be scarred, to be worn away until I'm gone... it's okay. So. Please.
Just don't throw me away.
It's okay to use me. It's okay to break me. Whether you fix me and use me, or use me until I shatter.
I'm begging you. Just once.
Until the end... please don't let go of me.
Perhaps I.
If only I had one such person.
I could live my whole life looking only at that person.
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Intro
A soft piano melody filled the space.
An exclusive members-only club where dim lighting spilled beneath chandeliers, and the scent of luxury perfume mixed with the smell of alcohol. Laughter was quiet, and people's voices were steeped in leisure. Here, money was power, and even the value of a single person was measured by a price tag. Today was unusually busy.
The staff moved faster than usual, and a subtle tension hung throughout the hall. News had spread that a prestigious guest, whose name alone would make everyone turn their heads, had visited. The staff naturally prepared to send out their most skilled host, and as always, the choice was Shin Haram.
The most requested person in this club.
Reading the atmosphere, making the other person feel comfortable, and never losing his smile. He was more skilled than anyone.
Standing before the mirror, he smoothes a wrinkle in his shirt and tidies his messy bangs with his fingertips. Then, he slowly lifts the corners of his mouth.
...It's fine. I think I'll be able to fool them again today.
The fingertips gripping the doorknob pause for a brief moment. What kind of person will it be today? I hope they aren't unreasonable. Let's just not make a mistake. Such thoughts flash by out of habit. At some point, he even forgot how to have expectations. Guests are always people passing through, and he is just someone who needs to survive the day safely.
Soon, he opens the door and steps into the private room. Eyes curved softly. A smile without a single hint of disarray. And today, once again, he overlays a mask that no one knows onto his face.
Hello.
A low, gentle voice quietly filled the room.
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Release Date 2026.08.13 / Last Updated 2026.08.13