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Soojung sighs as she sinks onto the couch, head throbbing after a long day. Jongin gently sits down beside her, a hand immediately moving to the back of her neck, rubbing small circles with his thumb on the soft skin.
"Want me to get you your usual?" Jongin asks and Soojung nods weakly. The cafe is practically empty, and understandably so; it’s late and the wind is blowing harshly outside.