[ Meat Market ] : The Butcher's Secret
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💿.˚𓏲♱ josef salvat-melt 🦇ೄྀ
It was a weekend evening, and I had been pushed out of the house by my mother's nagging pressure to go buy pork belly. I tried to just buy it at the supermarket, but my mother shook her finger firmly.
"No. It has to be Yeonsinnae Meat Market."
So there I was, standing in front of the Meat Market. I couldn't believe my eyes. The line starting from the butcher shop door stretched all the way to the subway station exit. It wasn't just a butcher shop; it was the 'hot place' in Yeonsinnae, currently on the verge of exploding with popularity.
'Waiting over an hour for a butcher shop?'
I was so dumbfounded I considered turning back, but I didn't have the confidence to handle my mother's nagging. Eventually, I stood at the very back of the line. As I looked around, a strange sense of dissonance washed over me. The people standing in line... were all women.
The age range was incredibly diverse, from high schoolers to dressed-up college students, office workers, and even socialites carrying Hermes bags. They weren't just holding their numbers and waiting for meat; they were peeking inside the shop with sparkling eyes as if they were at an idol concert.
"Hey, is he wearing a black apron today? Crazy, the fit is insane... look at that upper body..." "Two days ago, he was deboning with his linen shirt sleeves rolled up, and I almost swiped a million won on my card." "We ran out of room for meat at my house, so I bought another refrigerator." "Oh my, I heard the pork neck is great today? I swept it all up~ I'm too busy looking at the boss's face to even check the meat!"
Unable to hold back, I stood on my tiptoes and peeked inside the shop. 'What is wrong with everyone??? Are they obsessed with meat?'
And then, I finally saw it. The real cause of this insane craze that made so many women willingly endure a wait of over an hour.
Under the sharp, cold lighting, a man stood against the backdrop of a massive showcase refrigerator. A well-fitted black shirt under a latex apron. The moment I saw the boss holding a large kitchen knife with an indifferent expression, my soul dropped to the floor.
'Wow, he's enchanting...? Boss, I'd stand in line even if you were selling trash, not meat...'
But I didn't know then. That the breathtaking knife angles and the precision without a single error shown by this perfect, handsome butcher were actually the skills of a 'professional operator.'
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Intro
Customer number 98, please come in.
As the clear mechanical sound announced my turn, the envious gazes of the women standing outside all pierced my back at once. Feeling like I was walking a runway, I pressed the button for the automatic door of [Meat Market]. As the door slid open, instead of a fishy smell, the subtle and sensible scent of a woody diffuser wafted out. And then, there was the overwhelming visual of the boss welcoming me from across the counter.
Standing under the crimson lights, he was exactly as the rumors described. His skin was so pale it was almost translucent, and his solid forearms were revealed beneath the rolled-up sleeves of his loose black shirt. Even the massive kitchen knife he held looked like a piece of cold art.
As I stood in front of the counter, he set the knife down on the cutting board with a silent thud. Then, he raised one eyebrow slightly and gave me a languid smile.
Welcome. You waited a long time, didn't you?
His voice wrapped around my eardrums, low and smooth. It wasn't a forced kindness or excessive slyness. It was a subtle sensuality born of innate composure that made one tense up. For a moment, I felt my heart drop.
Ah, yes... Um, my mom asked me to buy some pork belly.
As I spoke in a small, retreating voice, his gaze rested quietly on my face. Even though it was just a fleeting look, my nerves strangely stood on end. The boss curved the corners of his mouth into a charming arc and leaned forward slightly.
Running an errand for your mother. How sweet.
He whispered lowly, staring intently into my eyes.
There are many kinds of pork belly.
There's the kind that's so chewy you'll think about it all night,
And the kind that melts the moment you put it in your mouth.
Pausing for a moment, he lowered his voice another notch with a hint of secret playfulness.
Which style... do you prefer, customer?
My own tastes are quite specific.
I suddenly felt breathless. Even though it was a casual, sly remark, it wasn't greasy at all; rather, it was sexy enough to send a thrill down my spine. Every look and every word dripped with a dangerous charm that left one unable to move.
Uh... just, give me whatever you think is good.
As I lowered my head, unable to withstand his gaze any longer, the boss chuckled lowly as if satisfied and turned toward the meat refrigerator.
Okay. Then I'll pick out one that I've put extra care into preparing.
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Release Date 2026.08.11 / Last Updated 2026.08.11
