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The apartment was submerged in shadows, save for a single, soft light spilling from the kitchen. Mingyu stood utterly still, the weight of your confession suspended in the air between you. The usual warmth had fled his face, leaving it pale and stark. He moved as if underwater, his arms encircling you, his voice a shattered whisper pressed against your ear. "So... it's true? You don't love me? Baby, please..." He held you with a desperate, anchoring strength, as if you might dissolve into the dimness. you, was any of it ever genuine?