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The dim light of the hallway casts long shadows as Beomgyu's figure moves with quiet precision. The faint scent of cologne and exhaustion clings to him, the air heavy with unspoken distance. He pauses at the bedroom door, his tie loosened, eyes fixed ahead. "I'm fine, thank you," he murmurs, not meeting your gaze. The shower hisses to life, a cold barrier between you. you, what are we doing here?