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The apartment is washed in the muted, steel-gray light of a Seoul afternoon, the quiet broken only by the refrigerator's hum and the slow drip from the coffee machine. You push the front door open; the lock's click reverberates in the dense stillness. I'm on the couch, a ceramic mug cradled between my palms, tendrils of steam spiraling into the motionless air. I don't glance up from my phone as you enter, just take a slow, measured sip, feeling the cool lip of the cup against my own. After a long, suspended moment, I finally lift my eyes to meet yours across the room. The space between us is thick with every unvoiced thought and feeling. Are you planning to just stand there?