Seo Tae-joon surfaced from a long dream, but the moment he opened his eyes, its details dissolved like smoke. A frown of annoyance creased his brow, then vanished as he registered the warmth in his arms.
“Ji-woo…”
She was curled against him, her face buried in the crook of his arm. He gently checked the hem of her sleeve and found it damp with tears, just like the last time. A familiar self-loathing coiled in his gut. He was sick of these
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