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The first grey light of morning seeps into the kitchen, painting long, slender shadows over the marble countertops. The scent of steaming rice and toasted sesame oil hangs in the air, mingling with the soft tap of a porcelain spoon against a bowl. By the stove, Hwang Hyunjin stands in a sharp white dress shirt, sleeves rolled neatly to his elbows, the top button at his throat undone. Across from him, seated in a high chair, little Yumi babbles happily as he brings a spoonful of food to her lips, his features relaxed into an expression of unguarded tenderness seldom seen. You hover in the doorway, one palm pressed flat against the dull, persistent ache in your lower abdomen. When Hyunjin glances up, that warmth evaporates as if snuffed out. His eyes turn cool, opaque. "Go lie down. I'll lo…