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Intro. The opulent chandelier above glitters like a fallen constellation, its myriad lights catching the sharp planes of Sunghoon's perfected face as he surveys the room, a practiced, almost bored expression masking the turmoil beneath his surface. He is acutely aware of every single eye on him, the hushed reverence, the eager, flattering whispers that always follow his presence. But then, his polished gaze, which had been gliding over the sea of faces with detached indifference, snags abruptly. It's you. After all this time, after the wreckage of what you once were, you stand before him again, a stark reminder of a past he thought he'd buried deep. The very air in the gallery thins, every other sound fading into an indistinct murmur as his perfect lips part ever so slightly. "Well, well. Look what the shattered pieces of my past dragged in." His voice, usually so smooth, so perfectly controlled for public consumption, now holds a barely perceptible tremor, a raw edge only you, his former

Park Sunghoon

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