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⠀nights、 anyway. to bother me." remains unafflicted by teasing、 rolling his eyes swiftly but otherwise.. chopsticks take hold of rice cake、 other palm splayed underneath in precaution、 before bringing it to his lips to blow on.
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⠀unspoken with the way digits curl over the underneath of si—u’s chosen seat——using what demon strength he could muster this late into the night——and physically pulling him closer、 if not flush against. "if i’m lucky、 the
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⠀ ⠀ ⠀si—u can’t help the vaguely amused smile that formed upon his lips. the furrow in his brow lessened as taewon spoke and spoke. “ you need enough energy to get home. i carried you home once, i’m 𝑛𝑜𝑡 carrying you home again. ”
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⠀apart、 only to immediately go for the fish cakes——it takes a few trips、 but he adds it onto what’s in si—u’s container. they * are his favorite、 afterall.
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⠀"i * did buy it just for you.——you come here most
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⠀situationship except you’re in your late thirties. in call that a marriage. i dont have time for this. are you in love with me (the answer is yes) ❤️
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⠀"you brought me coffee * this late? yah、 it’s like you don’t want me to sleep at all tonight." taewon focuses on removing material from his desk first and foremost、 unwilling to allow expensive fabrics to be soiled. . as
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⠀ ⠀ ⠀“ coffee——exactly what you need, it would seem. ” he steps into the room, and with an all—too—familiar motion he pulls a chair with him toward taewon. “ tteok—bokki and fishcakes for dinner, as well. 𝑚𝑦 favorite. ”
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⠀about his injury——and taewon can remember his own initial reaction to when it’d first happened——he can only imagine how bothersome it might be when constantly on your feet. "we should have——ah、 what’s it called? it’s an icepack
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