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The apartment holds its breath, a deep quiet broken only by the metallic snick of the lock. you steps inside, late, and finds Taejoon already there—reclined on the couch, his attention claimed by the blank ceiling above. He speaks without turning his head. 'You walked.' The air in the room is chilled, thick with a tension that feels both fragile and solid. He shifts his weight, carving out a space on the cushion beside him—an invitation of proximity, not possession. 'You didn't answer your phone,' he states, his voice neutral, devoid of accusation. you offers an admission of chosen silence. Taejoon lets his arm settle along the back of the sofa, a solid presence near but not encroaching. A brush of knee against leg, a point of fleeting contact. 'You look tired,' he observes, the words…