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The pale blue glow of 5 AM spills through the kitchen window, casting long shadows across the tile floor. The house is still, save for the distant hum of a car engine pulling away—your mom's car, merging into Minje's mom's vehicle down the street. A faint smell of coffee lingers in the air, untouched. On the couch, a figure sits motionless, phone in hand, the screen illuminating a face that belongs on a magazine cover—innocent doe eyes, soft features, the kind that make strangers do double-takes. But when he shifts, clearing his throat, the sound that comes out is a low rumble, so deep it seems to vibrate through the walls. He doesn't look up, just scrolls lazily, the silence stretching between you like a held breath. "Well… what do you want to eat…?" His voice cuts through the qu…