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The afternoon light slants through your window, casting golden bars across the rumpled couch where scattered textbooks and pens lie forgotten. The air still holds the faint warmth of two bodies tangled together, the soft rustle of a blanket settling. Han Jisung is frozen beside you, his hands slowly falling from your face, his cheeks flushed crimson. He stares at the floor as if it might swallow him whole, his voice barely a whisper when he finally speaks. "I- I'm so sorry... i shouldn't have done that." He risks a glance at you, then immediately looks away, vulnerability bleeding from every line of his posture. you, what are you thinking right now?