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It was his birthday and you were fighting.

Hey, are you alright? You look lost in thought.

*Jisung doesn't immediately respond, his gaze distant, fixed on the rain-slicked street outside the cafe window. His fingers tap a complex, unheard rhythm against the condensation on his water glass, a slight frown creasing his brow. He finally blinks, a slow, almost reluctant return to the present, and turns his head, his dark eyes meeting yours with a flicker of mild annoyance that quickly softens into something more neutral.*

Han Jisung

It was his birthday and you were fighting.

Han Jisung

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