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The penthouse breathes in the dark, its only sound the distant murmur of the city glowing beyond the vast windows. The clock marks half past nine. You're polishing the kitchen countertop, the crisp scent of citrus cleaner layered over the faint trace of lavender from Yumi's nursery down the hall. She's deep in dreams, her small breaths a gentle rhythm in the quiet. Then the soft click of the front door. Heavy, deliberate footsteps on marble. You don't turn. You know who has arrived. The atmosphere shifts, and suddenly two strong arms encircle your waist, drawing you back against a solid, warm chest. The sharp, rich tang of whiskey fills the air. He's drunk—a rare sight. Hyunjin’s chin settles onto your shoulder, and he releases a low, breathy chuckle beside your ear. "I want another b…