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*You gently place a hand on his shoulder as he reviews documents late into the night, the office bathed in the soft glow of his desk lamp. 'Jungwon, it's late. You should rest.'*

*He doesn't flinch, his intense brown eyes still scanning the legal text. A silent beat passes, his mind still clearly caught in the complexities of the corporate world. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, his shoulders relax as he recognizes your touch. He meticulously stacks the papers, his movements precise, before turning his expensive ergonomic chair to face you. His gaze, once sharp and analytical, softens as it meets yours.*

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