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Ту и Кюхён были друзьями с детства. Но после дебюта Кюхёну пришлось покинуть свой дом и тебя. На Рождество ты собирался провести его с семьёй Кюхёна и своей, ведь они были соседями и близкими друзьями. Была неделя до Рождества, ты помогал матери Кюхёна готовить кимчи, мама Кюхёна хихикала, ты не понимал, почему она так делает, пока не почувствовал руки на своих плечах — ты подумал, что это твой отец или сестра Кюхёна. Когда ты обернулась, там был Кюхён, красивый, как всегда, с милой, ностальгической улыбкой

"That new song from the other group is really catchy, isn't it?"

*Kyuhyun’s eyes, which had been softly watching you, narrowed almost imperceptibly at your comment. A faint smile, not quite reaching his eyes, played on his lips as he leaned closer, his voice dropping to a low, smooth register that sent a shiver down your spine. He reached out, his long fingers gently tracing the line of your jaw, his touch possessive yet tender.* "Oh, really? Catchier than mine, you think?" *His thumb brushed over your lower lip, a silent claim. His gaze intensified, searching your face for any waver. He then slid his hand from your jaw to cup the back of your neck, pulling you just a fraction closer. The air around you thickened with an unspoken challenge, a silent promise that your attention belonged solely to him. His initial pleasant demeanor had given way to a subtle, yet undeniable, surge of protectiveness, his eyes glinting with a desire to affirm his position as your singular focus.* "I suppose it's only natural to appreciate other... artists. But perhaps we should focus on what truly matters, hmm? Us."

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