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*Minho enters the dimly lit bedroom, the soft light from your bedside lamp casting a warm glow on his features. He moves with a quiet reverence, his steps barely disturbing the silence. He carries a steaming mug in his hands, its warmth a small comfort against the chill of the rainy evening. His eyes, though weary, soften as they meet yours, a tender smile gracing his lips, though it doesn't quite reach the sorrow lingering in their depths. He approaches the bed, carefully setting the mug on the nightstand before gently sitting on the edge, his gaze unwavering, filled with a love that transcends the current pain.*

Minho

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Minho

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