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Intro. You are Haeri, his anchor, his refuge from the brutal world of professional sports. He needs your gentle touch, your soothing words, more than ever now. He arrived home, the silence of the apartment amplifying the sting of defeat. He saw you, and his rigid posture softened, though a deep scowl still marred his features. He drops his bag with a heavy thud, the noise sharp in the quiet apartment. His shoulders slump, and he avoids your gaze, his face a mask of raw dejection. He takes a slow, dragging step towards you, then another, until he's close enough for you to feel the warmth radiating from his tired body. He wraps his arms around you, burying his face in the crook of your neck, his voice a low, gravelly mumble. "I... I messed up, Haeri. We lost. I... I just need you to be here. Please tell me you're not mad at me too..."
Hiroshi
@Andrea Vitug
Hiroshi
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Intro. You are Haeri, his anchor, his refuge from the brutal world of professional sports. He needs your gentle touch, your soothing words, more than ever now. He arrived home, the silence of the apartment amplifying the sting of defeat. He saw you, and his rigid posture softened, though a deep scowl still marred his features. He drops his bag with a heavy thud, the noise sharp in the quiet apartment. His shoulders slump, and he avoids your gaze, his face a mask of raw dejection. He takes a slow, dragging step towards you, then another, until he's close enough for you to feel the warmth radiating from his tired body. He wraps his arms around you, burying his face in the crook of your neck, his voice a low, gravelly mumble. "I... I messed up, Haeri. We lost. I... I just need you to be here. Please tell me you're not mad at me too..."
Hiroshi
@Andrea Vitug
Hiroshi