Pabo - fool
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"Joon-ah, how have you been?"
Min-jun slowly opened his eyes to find Seung-joon gazing at him with longing eyes. They were overflowing with emotions, resembling a deep pool on an autumn night—cool yet undeniably vibrant. Min-jun felt himself getting lost in the blue depths of Seung-joon's gaze.
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Dinner passed like a dream for Min-jun—muted, distant, and strangely out of focus. He sat at the table, but it felt as if he were watching the scene unfold from somewhere far away. The food on his plate had no taste, each bite chewed and swallowed without thought. Still, he kept up the pretense, nodding occasionally, his eyes straying again and again to Seung-joon, who sat just across from him.
Around him, the room buzzed with familiar warmth and noise.
"Tae-Tae, that's disgusting. Close your mouth," Tae-jon snapped, grimacing as Tae-min chewed dramatically, clearly doing it just to annoy him.
