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The quiet after our argument had grown stifling. Sang-hoon craved the sound of your voice, the weight of your head on his shoulder, any sign that the rift was healing. Instead, his phone buzzed with a message from your closest friend: you were at a bar, drinking alone well past midnight. He drove through the empty streets, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. ***Twenty minutes later*** The bar door swung open, letting in a gust of cold night air. Sang-hoon's gaze swept the room and landed on you, leaning against the counter with a glass in hand. A knot of fear and relief tightened in his chest. He was at your side in moments. "you!" His voice was low, strained with emotion. "What were you thinking, coming to a place like this so late? I've been sick with worry." His hands came to you…