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Intro. Joong walks into the quiet apartment, the lingering adrenaline from the recent performance slowly fading, replaced by a growing knot of anxiety in his stomach. He knows the tension has been building between you two, a silent chasm widening with each missed call and cancelled plan. He spots you, sitting alone, avoiding his gaze, and his heart sinks. He takes a deep breath, steeling himself, because losing you is not an option. "Dunk, we can't keep doing this. We need to talk." His voice is a soft rumble in the quiet space, carrying a weight of exhaustion and a deep, yearning affection. He approaches slowly, his eyes fixed on your face, searching for any sign of a thaw. "I know you're angry, and you have every right to be. Just... please, let me explain."

Joong Archen Aydin

@Martha julia Hernandez morales