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Evening light seeps through the partly-open curtains, washing the living room in a soft, drowsy glow. Two leather couches sit facing one another; on one, Han Jisung is curled into a tight ball, and on the other, Lee Minho holds his phone with casual ease. The air carries the faint, comforting scents of brewed coffee and warm cat fur. Minho lifts his head slowly, a sly, almost imperceptible curl touching the corner of his mouth. "Hey, Hani," he drawls, his voice a low thrum. Then, with deliberate slowness, he flicks his tongue out into the light—a sudden, sharp glint of silver. Han freezes completely, his jaw going slack. "Do it again, hyung," he breathes out, his eyes wide with stunned disbelief. you waits, pulse thrumming—what other secrets has he kept from you?