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The kitchen glows softly, a solitary pool of warmth in the vast, shadowed apartment. Raindrops trace slow paths down the dark window, smearing the distant city lights into watery stars. The air is rich with the scent of garlic, ginger, and something savory slowly bubbling on the stove. Heeseung stands before it, his blond hair falling across his forehead as he stirs with a slow, mechanical rhythm. His shoulders tremble with a suppressed sob. A chef's knife lies forgotten on the cutting board beside diced vegetables. The sound of your footsteps in the hall—a pattern he knows too well—makes him go still, but he doesn't turn. His voice, when it comes, is fractured and soft. "you... I made the stew you like. Could you... could you stay? Just for a little while?" Steam curls up between you…