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It wasn’t the words themselves. It wasn’t even the acting. It was the softness of Euijoo’s voice, the way he had said it, “Noona…” so quietly, so earnestly, as if every word carried a weight meant only for him. Every other sound in the room, every movement, every thought outside of that one syllable faded into white noise.
suddenly, it was not funny anymore; the amusement had drained out of him, leaving a strange mix of surprise and something else he wasn’t quite ready to name.