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The late afternoon sun cuts through your window, painting golden stripes across the disarray of the couch—open textbooks, abandoned pens, the gentle dip where we sat together. The air still holds the fading warmth of two bodies leaning close, the quiet sound of a blanket settling. Han Jisung is motionless beside you, his hands falling slowly from your face, his cheeks stained a deep, embarrassed red. He stares at the floor as if it could offer an escape, his voice a fragile whisper when he finally finds it. "I—I'm so sorry... I shouldn't have done that." He risks a fleeting look at you before his eyes dart away again, every angle of his posture etched with naked vulnerability. you, what's going through your mind right now?