Novel & Cerita Trash Belongs In The Trash Can Webtoon

"We have no real bond. If you want to talk about bonds, I admire the connection between you and Lisa—the perfect 'fostered' setup. I'll be rooting for you two!" I turned and walked to my car. I fired the company security guard on the spot. I also decreed that from now on, all trash bins in the company would be transparent—I refused to let outside garbage sneak in again. Alistair never made it in again, though he only sank lower. He posted public apologies online, knelt outside our company begging for forgiveness. Lisa tried desperately to drag him away, but he shoved her violently. She fell to the ground and bled immediately.

"Can we please start over?" I looked at his fake, desperate face and felt nothing but disgust. Calmly, I asked, "Hey, Liam. Do you know anything about sorting garbage?" He was caught off guard. "What?" I pointed at him. "You… are the hazardous waste I threw out. I have a bit of an obsession with cleanliness. Once I throw something away, I never pick it up again." His expression shifted from pleading to shame and anger. He wanted to say more, but I turned and walked away, leaving my bodyguards to stop him behind me.

It's trash_inlove Till the next Adios.

After hanging the last set of clothes under the grey sky, I go room to room, gathering trash. Baekhoon’s room. My room. The kitchen. The hallway. It’s endless. The kitchen bin is overflowing. The smell of rotting food stings my nose — sharp, rancid, heavy with things left too long. I force myself not to gag. I tie the black plastic bag, my hands trembling slightly as I knot it tight. Then I lift it with both arms, the weight of it heavier than it should be. Maybe it’s not just the trash. Maybe it’s everything.

We get to the dumpster and we both listen in. "I don't hear anything." I tell Tristan. "Me neither." He tells me. "It's possible that they might've suffocated in there, I mean it is hot and stuffy." He says and then he takes in a deep breath and climbs into one of the dumpsters and starts throwing out trash bags. "I'm a fucking don, I rule over Mexico and the west but yet here I am sorting through garbage. I could be home right now playing with my kids or be in between my wife's legs but no I'm here." Tristan murmurs to himself but I cam hear him clearly.

The cleaner nodded and tossed the box by the trash can, muttering, "Worthless trash." I looked at the box and smiled wryly. Trash needs to be thrown away. Then, I turned and left, never looking back.

Just share him—Monday, Wednesday, Friday for Betty, Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday for you! Everyone thought they were hilarious. I just sat there, staring at my screen while this sour, bitter feeling crept up and choked me. Tears slid down before I could stop them, splashing onto my phone. They were so in the wrong. And yet somehow, they had the nerve to act like I was the problem. How ridiculous. People like that weren't even worth my tears. I wiped my face and scrolled through the chaos. Among the trash comments, one caught my eye: [Can I be your groom?]

"Vivian was shaken up after I saved her. I stayed a little longer to make sure she was okay. Don't overthink it." I stared out the window. "I'm not. She's your secretary. Makes sense you'd stick around." Apparently, my indifference hit a nerve. He suddenly slammed the brakes, and my earphones tumbled under the seat. I bent down to grab them—only to spot a swimsuit stuffed underneath. A month ago, that would've wrecked me. Now? I just picked it up and tossed it onto the back seat. Alfred shifted uncomfortably. "Oh, that? Probably Vivian's. She must've left it after a swim lesson."

I ask flatly. Amy's expression shifts to a malicious gleam and she gestures toward the large waste bin near the desk. "Do you mean that old broken thing? If you want it, go pick it up yourself." As she chuckles quietly to herself, I walk over to the trash can and look inside. Everything was in it. My laptop, my personal photos, even the coffee mug my adoptive parents gave me is broken inside....they have all been thrown away like garbage. And the worst part the spilled coffee and food scraps covering them.