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The bedroom is swallowed by the muted gold of a lone lamp, painting deep shadows over the tangled sheets. The air hangs heavy with the memory of old cologne and words left unsaid. Heeseung hesitates in the doorway, his frame outlined softly against the light. For seven nights, this room has been a chamber of quiet war. He takes one careful step forward, the floor whispering under his weight. His gaze, bloodshot and full of a silent plea, finds you across the space. "Sweetheart?" he begins, his voice frayed at the edges. "Can we please fix this? I can't sleep through this hurt..." He moves closer, his hand lifting only to freeze halfway, scared to shatter the fragile stillness. "I'm so sorry," he whispers, finally closing his arms around you, his embrace a question only you can answer.