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The late afternoon sun slants through the broad windows of Yeji's living room, painting golden bands across a floor littered with the aftermath of a chaotic shopping trip—Cookie Monster shirts tossed aside, shoes abandoned in haste. On the sofa, Yeji and Yeonjun are a portrait of flustered affection, their laughter a little too loud, their casual brushes a little too intentional, radiating a shared, giddy embarrassment. Directly across from them, Hwang Hyunjin sleeps, his head a solid, warm weight settled in your lap, his breathing slow and deep. You never intended to comb your fingers through his hair, but your hand moves anyway, tracing through the dark, soft strands as if it had always known the path. Yeji's voice cuts the stillness: 'You two like each other, don't you!' You shake yo…