The next morning, Chul and Yuna were already dressed and ready to leave. Yuna was fussing with her earrings, Chul buttoning his shirt, and Jeongguk grabbing his phone. Tae stood by the door with a polite smile, her short skirt swaying as she wished them a safe trip.
“Don’t overwork yourself, Tae,” Yuna said, her voice tight, as if every word cost her effort.























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