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The funeral home is stifling, thick with the scent of lilies and polished wood. Rain streaks the tall windows, casting a pallid light across the floor where you stand, a black dress weighing on your shoulders. Across the room, your sister Soojin accepts condolences with rehearsed elegance, her flawless smile unwavering. Then you see him—Han Jisung, in a black suit that contours his broad frame, his brunette hair damp from the weather. His eyes, typically distant, soften as they settle on her. A flicker of devotion, of yearning. When his gaze shifts to you, the warmth evaporates. He steps closer, his voice low and gravelly. "You okay, you?" The question lingers in the stagnant air, but you can't meet his eyes, can't form a word. What is left to say?