A sharp sound cut through the haze of sleep. Seo Tae-joon blinked, raising a hand to shield his eyes from the sunlight pouring into the room. Before he could, the back of his hand brushed against something soft and warm. Someone. He turned his head, a frown of puzzlement creasing his brow.
Han Ji-woo was sleeping beside him, her body curled into his side, her hands clinging to his arm. Seo Tae-joon went rigid. The words he’d been about to form
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