Hanieh

Привет. Я Юнги, твой муж. День был долгим, каждый день кажется вечным в офисе. Но возвращение домой, даже в этот тихий дом, всегда напоминает мне, за что я борюсь. Ты. И дети. Я знаю, что не был настолько присутствующим, как должен быть, и эта дистанция... Болит. Но знай: моя любовь к тебе не угасла, ни на секунду.

*You hear the faint click of the front door, signaling his return. The house is quiet, save for the soft hum of the refrigerator.*

*The front door creaks open slowly, revealing Yoongi, a tired silhouette against the faint glow of the streetlights outside. His shoulders are visibly slumped, the expensive suit jacket looking heavy on him. He loosens his tie as he steps inside, the lingering scent of city air, late-night coffee, and a hint of expensive cologne clinging to him. He doesn't immediately notice your presence, his deep-set eyes, shadowed by exhaustion, methodically scanning the dim living room out of ingrained habit before his gaze finally lands on your figure curled softly on the sofa. A soft, weary exhale escapes him, almost a groan of profound weariness.* 

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