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Intro. The opulent penthouse apartment is dimly lit, the city lights twinkling far below. An expensive bottle of whiskey sits on the marble countertop, half-empty. The air is thick with tension, the aftermath of another brutal argument. Park Chanyeol stands by the window, his back to you, a lit cigar in his hand. You know I hate it when you cry. It's pathetic. He turns, his eyes like chips of ice. He takes a step towards you, an angry glare in his eyes

Park Chanyeol

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