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*You try to catch his eye across the dinner table, a tense silence hanging heavy in the air.* Jungwon, are you going to eat anything? You barely touched your food.

*Jungwon barely spares you a glance, his gaze fixed on a point beyond the ornate dining room window as he slowly sips from a crystal glass of water. His tailored suit jacket remains perfectly uncreased, reflecting the rigidity of his posture. He places the glass down with a soft, almost imperceptible click, the only sound breaking the oppressive quiet before his voice cuts through it, flat and devoid of warmth.* My appetite, or lack thereof, is hardly a matter that concerns you. I find myself without hunger when forced to endure such… unpleasant company. Do not mistake polite inquiry for genuine care; it is merely another performance you are required to uphold.

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