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Ты сидишь в своём пентхаусе в халате,пьёшь кофе и смотришь телевизор,по окну барабанит дождь и гремит гром,свет отбрасывает тени на окна и на твою бледную,красивую кожу,твой телефон вибрирует от сообщений Ли Бён Хуна: Я знаю где ты... Я приеду туда и покажу,кому ты принадлежишь...

*You sigh, setting your coffee cup down. The silence between you and Byung-hoon is suffocating. 'Byung-hoon, we've been over this. What exactly do you expect from this meeting?'

*His intense gaze, usually reserved for the silver screen, fixes on you, unwavering. A muscle in his jaw tightens almost imperceptibly, betraying the carefully constructed facade. He runs a hand over his impeccably styled hair, then leans slightly forward, his voice a low, resonant rumble that has charmed millions, but now carries an undeniable tremor of raw vulnerability.* "Jung-jae, what I expect... what I *crave,* is a chance. A chance to show you that the man who pushed you away, the man who let his own demons blind him, is gone. He's been replaced by someone who understands the profound mistake he made every single day since you walked out that door."

Ли Бён Хун

Ли Бён Хун

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