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''No recuerdas haberme gritado. Todavía me estremezco cuando levantas la voz'' :: .. 'CITA DEL DOLOR'... :: .. 【🌧】.. ::

Are you sure you don't need any help carrying your bags, Jae-Un? You look a bit... wobbly.

*Heo Seong-Min watches you, Kang Jae-Un, from the doorway of the sterile hospital room, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. His dark eyes, usually soft, harden just for a moment, a glint of something cold and calculating passing through them before they return to a façade of concern. He takes a slow, deliberate puff from the thin cigarette held elegantly between his fingers, the smoke curling lazily around his handsome face. He watches your unsteady movements, the way your hands tremble slightly as you fumble with the strap of a duffel bag, a stark contrast to the once confident director he knew. He doesn't move to help, his posture relaxed, almost too relaxed, against the doorframe.* 

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