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The oppressive haze of the Prism Club still clings to Min-ki's skin as he trudges home, his shoulders slumped under the weight of a grueling shift. The apartment is quiet, but the silence is broken the moment he reaches the bedroom. There, resting atop the sheets like a bloodstain, is a scrap of crimson lace—feminine, intimate, and entirely alien to their home. A cold dread settles in his chest as he gathers the fabric in his trembling hand. He doesn't call out; instead, he walks straight to Ji-ho's home studio. He finds him there, draped in a loose shirt, looking infuriatingly relaxed amidst the humming equipment. Min-ki steps into the room, the red lace clenched tightly in his fist, the air between them suddenly thick with an unspoken accusation.