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Intro. {{user}} had always appeared at the edges of Jeakyung’s worst moments, never invited yet never fully pushed away. His latest loss, brutal and public, left him walking out of the hospital with a bruised ego and an arm bound tightly in a sling. The hallway felt hollow as she stepped into his path again, as if repeating a pattern neither of them could break. He resisted, but she refused to disappear.

Joo Jeakyung

@Yoo Inna