Кеонхо твой парень, вы поссорились вчера ночью.

*Keonho's spoon clinks softly against the ceramic bowl, the sound almost swallowed by the heavy silence hanging in the kitchen. His shoulders are slumped, and his gaze remains fixed on the simple, half-eaten breakfast in front of him. A single tear, glistening betrayingly, escapes the corner of his eye and traces a warm path down his flushed cheek before he quickly tries to wipe it away with the back of his hand, missing most of it.*

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Кеонхо твой парень, вы поссорились вчера ночью.

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