Story Webtoons — someone’s worry, told as a webtoon

Recent stories

• It Started at the Door — Right after work, Jihye placed her book by the entryway every day. Night after night, she opened the door but still couldn't begin.
• Should I pay first again this month? — Every Monday morning, Seoyun’s card went out first. Something stopped before the money did.
• A Weekend Decided Without Asking — On Saturday afternoon, Junho has already set the table. Seoha hesitates, unsure whether to sit like a guest or speak like someone who lives here.
• Because both are today — On Monday morning, Minseo’s hand stops over two classes that start at the same time. While she fears what comes after choosing more than the choice itself, one unspoken sentence remains.
• Two Dates by the Door — When Minseo came home from work, two cards with the first class dates were waiting by the door. She faced the night without turning either one over.
• She stopped after “This time” — Every night, someone writes and erases the same sentence. Today, that sentence almost made it beyond her phone.
• A Room Kept Empty for Later — On a weekend afternoon, Jeong-hui gave the empty room her name for the first time. But her family still called it someone else’s place.
• “I’m okay” came out first — On the subway to work, I got a short text from my partner. Even after I replied that I was okay, those words followed me all day.
• “I’ll take a look” came out first. — When someone suggested finding who would take responsibility in the meeting room, Narae’s mouth moved first. The next day, the same words came from someone else.
• I opened access all the way to the dining table — After being asked to work together, I was asked to open even my personal folders. Before Jia could refuse, she set down her chopsticks.
• It wasn't that I didn't reply — While eating dinner, another stranger messaged me. The chat I deleted was waiting for me on another screen the next day.
• My voice came to the dinner table — The voice message she sent only to a friend came up at the dinner table. Before laughter, Daeun saw traces of her words spreading without permission.
• I set out one extra spoon — It was dinner for one, but I took out an extra spoon. After that, my hands kept moving first toward another place.
• Yes, I'll do it — Just before the subway doors closed on her way to work, Yuna answered first again. When the same words came up again at lunch, one thing still remained caught in her throat.
• Even at lunchtime, I feel like I shouldn't take a break. — Seorin thought she disliked eating lunch alone. But before the gimbap, what she reached for was yet another favor from someone.
• I missed my stop — The day after the funeral, Jiu passed the station where she usually got off. She still held on to her memories, but had not yet found a way to make it through today.
• 3:50 p.m., they need you again — While working that afternoon, your friend’s message sounded again. If I put off replying, I felt I might lose the relationship too.
• A photo of me sitting alone was posted — At lunchtime, a photo of the empty seat beside her was posted for someone’s amusement. Sujin was reading the meaning attached beneath it before the photo itself.
• As I put down my spoon, Mom asked how studying went. — Over dinner, Mom first asked how much I had studied today. Minjun hadn’t done nothing—he was stuck, not knowing where to begin.
• One blank in the report stopped me — After three in the afternoon, Seoyun clings to the first day at her new job, still ahead, before the report. In front of Seoyun, who used to read one blank as proof of her whole self, three different sheets now lie.
• I couldn't let go of the edge of the blanket — Before turning off the light, Jiwoo clutched the edge of the blanket with both hands. As she hesitated, wondering if refusing would change things, tonight's distance spoke first.
• I shouldn't have read it. But I did. — During break, Seoyeon saw a message targeting her in a group chat. It seemed like deleting it and leaving would end things, but her finger froze over the screen.
• When they say, “I’ll pay you back” — The message that came after eleven years said they wanted to send back the money they had borrowed. Yuna began typing her account number, then stopped, wondering if she should send both the money and the person away at once.
• Even after packing the script, I asked again — On Monday morning, Sua placed her son's presentation script on the table, then followed him all the way to the door. Only after Hyunwoo left did Sua look back at what she had tried to make sure of before the script.
• I couldn't reply to “See you tomorrow.” — After three years, the message asked if they could meet tomorrow. We follow why his fingers stopped before the joy could rise.
• Four p.m., carrying a grocery bag — Once four p.m. passed, Harin's work was pushed into the grocery bag. Again today, her hands stopped over the file she had to send.
• I wanted to ask again the moment I opened my eyes — The morning after we broke up, a one-line message was already waiting. Warmth and hesitation appeared side by side on the same screen.
• Living tomorrow under the covers — As the night deepens, some people start living through tomorrow’s small events in advance. Before falling asleep, Jiwoo was entrusting tomorrow morning to a single line of fortune.
• 4 p.m., close the application — At four, it’s not the day’s work that rises onto the desk, but the thought that you must choose what comes next. Dowon lays out today’s tasks and the paths not yet chosen in the same space.
• My hand stopped at one line of edits. — At three in the afternoon, Yunseo's pencil stopped over a single revision note. Alongside the part of her that felt she had to finish everything today, another voice quietly began to stir.