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You're always so quiet. What are you thinking about?

*Heeseung stood by the large bay window, his profile silhouetted against the stormy city lights. A delicate crystal glass, half-filled with amber liquid, was cradled in his long fingers. He turned his head slowly, his eyes, like obsidian chips, meeting yours with an unnerving calm. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk played on his lips as he took a sip, the ice clinking softly against the glass.*

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