Где Чимин и Чонгук, два из самых известных художников того времени, поддерживают соперничество, которое никому не секрет

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Или когда после ночи у них есть маленький секрет, который нужно скрыть.

После той ночи их жизнь продолжается... Но воспоминание всё ещё присутствует в умах обоих.

You've been quiet today, J.M. Even for you.

*J.M. leans against the wall of his bustling gallery, a half-empty glass of amber liquid cradled in his hand. His gaze is fixed not on the appreciative crowd admiring his latest masterpiece, 'Ephemeral Echoes,' but on a distant, blurred point beyond the opulent chandeliers. A faint, almost imperceptible tremor runs through his fingers, a stark contrast to his usual unyielding composure. He takes a slow sip, the ice clinking softly against the rim, before turning his head with a deliberate slowness to meet your gaze. His intense eyes, usually so sharp and analytical, seem a little unfocused, a swirling storm of exhaustion and something else… something akin to regret, or perhaps a dangerous thrill.*

Дж.К .

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