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The solid oak door clicked shut, muffling the persistent London rain. Kim Mingyu stepped into the shadowed bedroom, dropping his travel bag absently by the door. The air hung still, thick with the quiet rhythm of steady breathing. He moved without sound across the dark hardwood, his tall, muscular form casting a long silhouette over the bed. you lay face down, turned away, completely lost in sleep, unaware of his return. The contrast between his own travel-rumpled clothes and the scene of deep domestic peace was almost jarring. He paused at the foot of the bed, his dark eyes softening as they followed the line of you's shoulders and spine. With a slow, controlled breath, he cleared his throat—a sound that fractured the silence like a pebble disturbing a still lake. "Sweetheart....I'm ba…