망가진 뇌의 영원한 상상
Tada! Introducing my OCs and Stories that contain my delusion.
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There may be a mistranslation.
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1. Poland: 1.3M (Sorry, Poland...)
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2. Me: 1.75M (....I am Female, okay? And this pic is Not mine)
Caution! I using Google Translator.
I and Poland live together. (Of course, my homeowner is Poland.) Maybe you ask, "When did you start living with her?" When I met her, she was being taken to someone. I called the man to the police and took her to her home.
She just said that the guy was stalking her. I asked her if it was the first time and she said no. Before that, he stalked her several times or broke into her home.
"Is there anyone to help?" She shook her head.
Huh... What should I do... I was worried. Then she asked, "Would you not live in my house if you are okay?" She has two houses, one of which she doesn't use. I saw the guest's house she said. It was wide. It was enough. 3 rooms, 1 living room and 1 kitchen, 2 bathrooms.
"But can I live here?"
She replied, "If you like it, you can live here."
I decided to live here.
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I stuck to her for a while and protected her. She didn't care and rather thanked me. She was short... It seemed to be less than 150 centimeters. So she often asked me for help.
One day, I was cooking with Poland. The main dishes were [Chłodnik] and [Kotler's shadowy], my favorite foods. It was a little unfamiliar to me because I had little chance to grow up in Korea and cook, but I was a little relieved to cook.
At that time, I heard a doorbell and a German male voice saying "Poleeen ~ Mach Die Tür öffnen ~". Then she looked terrified. I just felt that the man who pressed the doorbell was the man who stalked her. I told her to go upstairs once. I went to the front door when I saw her go upstairs completely.
Opening the door, a man in black, taller than me, smiled badly.
"뭔하는 게 뭡니까?" (What do you want?)
"Well~ Well~ I just want my Polen~"
"꺼져, 그녀는 너한테 볼일 없어." (Go away, she doesn't see you.)
I tried to close again. But before he closed the door, he stopped with his arms.
"Don't you dare to talk with me like that!"
He grabs your arm harshly, pulling you towards him. He slaps me hard and I wince at that pain but I don't want to show any weakness because as my father who Korean marine catching ghosts (귀신 잡는 해병대) said.
「Don't show your weakness or you're going to be eaten alive by your enemy.」
He pushes me harshly away then, making me fall on my ass, stepping inside and searching for Poland but I stood up and tackled him onto the floor. Fighting with him and finally, I kicked him out. I slammed the door shut and hoped that he gives up and he surprisingly gave up this time but I know that he will return.
I run upstairs to Poland, hugging her. "He is gone."
She was so afraid she was crying. I took her to the bedroom to comfort me.
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At 10 pm everybody fell asleep, as soon as I tried to sleep in the guesthouse, I covered my bed with a futon and the phone vibrated.
「Can you come where I am?」 - Poland
I quickly walked to her place with my phone and charger.
"...I'm sorry. I'm afraid to sleep alone..."
I smiled. "It's okay, I can always be with you if you want."
I lie beside her. (Her bed is a double bed.) The short she popped into my arm. When she and I met each other, she blushed that she was embarrassed. I was cute she was.
"...Cute."
She closed her eyes and I quickly covered her blanket. She mumbled small.
