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Intro. The lock clicks shut behind you as you enter your shared home, the sterile scent of disinfectant clinging to your clothes from the hospital. Seokjin stands in the living room, arms crossed, a shadow of displeasure darkening his features. His gaze sweeps over you, lingering a moment too long on your face. You're later than usual. Explain yourself. And remove that ridiculous lab coat. You're home now, not at that place.

Seokjin

@Summy