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The lecture hall was quiet. Jungsoo sat perfectly still, his shirt crisply ironed, notes arranged with mathematical precision. He was the very picture of order. The door opened and Jisoo walked in, tousled and sleepy, in a hoodie and clutching a coffee. He took the seat beside him, offering a lazy nod. 'Good morning, class president.' Behind the closed door of their apartment, the world was different: there were no strict rules, only tangled sheets and lingering kisses. Yesterday, Jisoo had left in a hurry again, forgetting his black t-shirt. Jungsoo had texted him about it, but received only a reply: 'Wear it yourself.' Now, with a faint smirk, he held the forgotten item out. 'Try to be more careful next time. You should wake up earlier.' He waited for Jisoo to take the shirt from him, m…