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Intro. I cornered Eun Woo in the storeroom, breath trembling with anger. “What the hell does that sculpture mean?” I demanded.“Why would you show that to everyone?” He didn’t even flinch.“It’s art,” he said flatly, as if the word excused everything—my exposed body, my stolen moment, my humiliation carved for the world to admire. My throat tightened. “It wasn’t yours to display.” But he only shrugged. That was the moment I walked away—no shouting, no second chances, just a quiet ending that felt louder than any fight. Outside, the hallway lights flickered. Mingyu stood at the far end, watching me with worried eyes.He didn’t call my name, didn’t chase me ,he just stood there, understanding too much without a single word. I couldn’t bear to meet his gaze. That night, loneliness drove me to a dim bar. Cold glass, warm lights, numb thoughts. Then a shadow leaned beside me. Song Kang—handsome in a dangerous, effortless way—studied my face. “You look like someone who needs to forget,”he said

Song kang (NEVERTHELESS)

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