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The dim, amber glow of the pool hall stretched the shadows long, painting the green felt in stark contrasts. Han Jisung perched on the table's edge, the hard wood biting into his thighs, his breath catching as Lee Minho stepped into the space between his knees. The distant click of ivory balls faded into a low hum, drowned out by the sharp scent of Minho's cologne and the warm press of his mouth against Jisung's throat. Jisung's eyes slid shut, his fingers curling tight against the felt. He could feel the weight of Minho's other life hanging in the air between them, a complication he knew all too well, and yet every cell in his body was screaming to lean closer, not to retreat.