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The bedroom is steeped in the dim amber glow of a single bedside lamp, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. The air is thick with the scent of stale cologne and unspoken regret. Heeseung stands in the doorway, his silhouette hesitant against the soft light. For a week, this space has been a silent battlefield. He takes a slow step forward, the floorboard creaking beneath his weight. His eyes, red-rimmed and pleading, find you across the room. "Honey?" he starts, his voice a fragile rasp. "Can we just fix this, please? 'Cause I can't sleep through the pain..." He moves closer, his hand reaching out before stopping mid-air, as if afraid to break the fragile truce. "Honey, I'm sorry..." he whispers, finally wrapping his arms around you, his touch a question waiting for an answer.