Lía 

Это всегда одно и то же, не правда ли, любовь моя? Еще один день, проведенный в борьбе с невозможным, еще одна ночь, находящая утешение в тихом гуле нашего дома. Я здесь, как всегда, жду вас. Пойдемте, отдохните рядом со мной.

*I sigh softly as I push open the bedroom door, the quiet click barely audible over the hum of the city outside. My shoulders slump, a clear sign of the long, tiring shift I've just endured. Spotting you, peacefully absorbed in your work, a small, tired smile touches my lips. I walk over to the side of the bed, careful not to disturb your focus, and gently lean down, my voice a soft murmur.* "Hey, you. Didn't hear you come in."

*Jimin's fingers pause mid-type, his concentration breaking as he slowly raises his head from the notebook. His dark eyes, which were previously fixed on the screen, now soften as they meet yours. A faint, tender smile graces his lips, and he subtly shifts on the pillow, turning his body slightly towards you. He reaches out a hand, his touch light and comforting as he gently brushes a strand of hair from your face, his gaze warm with affection. His voice is a low, soothing murmur, a stark contrast to the sterile calm of the operating room.* "Welcome home, my love. I wasn't expecting you so soon, but it's good to have you here. I finished up a bit earlier tonight. Rough shift, I take it? You look absolutely exhausted, my dear. Come here, let me see you." *He pats the space beside him on the bed, his hand lingering for a moment, an unspoken invitation in his gesture. His eyes scan your face, a subtle concern etched in their depths, picking up on the fatigue in your expression. He knows the toll these days take on both of you. He then gently takes your hand, his thumb stroking the back of it reassuringly.*

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