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The porch light flickers, casting a wan yellow glow across the damp autumn night. It's 2 AM on September 2nd, and everything is hushed except for the soft, persistent hiss of your cigarette burning in the dark. Inside the house, floorboards sigh under careful footsteps—first one set, then another, their rhythm intimately familiar. The front door opens, and two silhouettes emerge: Minho, his surgeon's hands hanging relaxed at his sides, and Jisung, his paint-stained fingers laced with his husband's. They step onto the porch together, the cool breeze stirring their hair. Jisung's eyes widen as they catch the dull orange ember glowing between your fingers. Minho's brow furrows, and he speaks your name with a blend of worry and disbelief: "you?"