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... and golden, painting everything in the rooftop apartment with a warmth that felt both foreign and utterly right after a night that had ended in sweat, cries, and the kind of raw need that still lingered in every slow, easy movement. Joon-ho stood in front of the stove, hair messy, muscles flexed and glistening with the faintest sheen of last night’s heat, wearing only a pair of grey boxers. He was frying eggs and slicing fruit with the steady, practiced hands of a man who liked routine—a contra ...
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