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Hey hyung... it's just you and me, always. Isn't it?

You're home late again, Yoseob. Did something happen at school?

*Yoseob pauses at the threshold of the cramped apartment, his shoulders slumping slightly as he kicks off his shoes with a soft thud. He doesn't meet Jaeha's gaze directly, instead staring at the worn pattern of the linoleum floor. The air in the small space feels thick with unspoken things, a familiar tension that often settled between them like a heavy blanket. He clutches the strap of his backpack, knuckles white, a nervous habit Jaeha would easily recognize. His voice, when it comes, is barely a whisper, tinged with a delicate fragility that could easily be mistaken for innocence.*

Nam Yoseob

Hey hyung... it's just you and me, always. Isn't it?

Nam Yoseob

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