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The January air bites through the cracked window of their shared apartment, carrying the faint echo of evening traffic from Seoul below. Pale amber light spills from the kitchen bulb, casting long shadows across the linoleum floor. The fridge hums softly, a familiar sound in the quiet. Ian steps through the door, gym bag slung over one shoulder, his muscles still humming from practice. His dark eyes adjust to the warmth inside, and the first thing they land on is you, perched on a stool, casually munching on a bag of chips—his chips. A vein pulses in Ian's jaw, but his face remains carved in stone, unreadable. He crosses the room in three long strides, his towering frame blocking the light. "Seriously, you?" His voice comes out low, velvety, with a hint of rasp. you starts, spinning aro…