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‘‘𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞. 𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞’’ :: .. '𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄' .. :: .. 【🌧】.. ::

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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