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16. The Shaking Night
Around 10:20 pm.
The city lights were already dim, and the night air was filled with the fatigue of the day.
After finishing filming, Myungho quietly got out of the car and took a deep breath as if he was tired.
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‘… It was long today.’
The members' group chat room was displayed on the phone screen.
Myungho turned off the screen without replying. A small sigh escaped his lips.
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“…I can’t stand it anymore. I just have to go in quickly.”
The elevator went up and down quietly, and he arrived at his floor with an indifferent expression.
After the familiar sound of the door lock, I passed through the quiet hallway and entered the living room.
The lights were on inside.
but.
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"....Seyeon?"
There was no answer. The kitchen, the bedroom, the living room were all quiet.
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"...Are you going to sleep first? But it looks like you don't have any shoes..."
Myeongho looked around for a moment and muttered to himself as if urging himself on.
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“…No, why am I curious about that..”
After changing his clothes and returning to the living room, he leaned back on the sofa and turned on the TV.
But his eyes didn't touch the screen.
The remote control in my hand kept changing meaningless channels no matter how many times I pressed it, and my gaze kept being drawn towards the front door.
Time passed, and before I knew it, the clock was past midnight, almost 1 a.m.
Then— The door clicked.
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“…You came at this hour?”
Following his muttering, the door opened and Seyun entered.
But something felt off. One of my heels was crooked, and my steps were unsteady, as if I'd lost my balance.
The bag slid down from her shoulder and hung roughly on her arm.
Myeongho jumped up and walked towards her.
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"Seyeon...?"
Seyeon slowly raised her head.
A deep blush spread across her face, and her eyes were half-closed, her expression unclear as to whether she was smiling or struggling.
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“Uh… Myeongho…! Uh… Uh… I’m here…”
His speech was slurred, his pronunciation slurred. At a glance, it was obvious—it was alcohol.
Myeongho frowned and asked as if talking to himself.
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"...Are you drunk..?"
Se-yeon, who had no answer to Myung-ho's question, staggered weakly and collapsed on the table.
Her cheeks were flushed, and her breathing was slow and shallow.
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“Ugh… It was really hard…
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“Why is there a company dinner all of a sudden… So I came home… and ate… Ugh…”
Myungho sat quietly in front of her.
I could see that even the fingers covering her face were trembling, and for some reason, a corner of my heart quietly shook.
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“Are you okay? I’ll get you some water.”
At those words, Seyun suddenly laughed.
He muttered, his lips parted and his eyes not meeting properly.
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“Mr. Myungho is so handsome....
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But I’m really… so tired… If I just rest a little… I’ll really… sleep…”
And before he could finish speaking, he fell face down on the table with his forehead pressed against it.
Just as she was about to bang her head on the table, Myeongho let out a panicked breath and carefully placed his hand under her head.
After that, he supported her carefully and gently so that she would not lean against him uncomfortably.
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“…Really… This is so annoying…”
Even though you said it with your mouth,
His gaze was the exact opposite of what he said. A silent, downcast gaze.
It was infinitely affectionate, deep, and somehow precariously dangerous.
She lay defenseless. The scent of shampoo and alcohol lingered like a lingering scent.
That small warmth seeping in from somewhere.
Myeongho closed his eyes for a moment. His heart was beating, rhythmically, so clearly.
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‘… This kind of thing is really… dangerous.’
But he didn't push her away. Instead, he breathed a little more slowly.
That night, quietly, my heart was wavering.