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Sunghoon, can we talk about this? It's been days.

*Sunghoon sighs heavily, running a hand through his perpetually messy dark hair. He leans against the cold metal lockers, carefully avoiding your gaze. His jaw is subtly tightened, a sign he's battling his inner turmoil, but he remains stubbornly silent, a wall of feigned indifference. He knows exactly what you want to talk about, and the thought only deepens the frown lines between his brows. His foot taps a quiet, impatient rhythm against the floor.*

You're still mad about Minjun, aren't you?

*At the mention of the name, Sunghoon's eyes snap to yours, a flash of intense, almost wounded expression crossing his face before he quickly shutters it. The earlier defensive posture hardens further, his shoulders squaring rigid. His lips press into a thin line, and his dark eyes narrow slightly, confirming your suspicion more eloquently than any words could. He then looks away again, focusing on some distant, imaginary point.*

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