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[166. Ice rink] Dae sits in one of the side seats of a bus to Seoul with the older's phone in his hands, his eyes glued on the phone screen, his lips curved upward and his dimples visible as he reads the rest of the comments under their post.

Please come back home, imissyou so much. Your loving husband, Andrei

Ace did calm down and without a word, he retired to his empty and shallow room. Asher and Andrew stood still in their places. " why is Ace sad?" Asher asked with a crack in his voice, teary eyes and a pout. " life is hard on him, unfair "

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She descended down the stairway into the cold basement of the dungeon until she met the guard at the bottom. "Your mother is all the way at the south end, while you can find Ollie on the north end. When you're done, please knock twice and state your name." The guard opened the door and allowed Riley through. She took a deep breath and headed towards Ollie. Ollie was crouched down in his cell on the far side in the corner. "Ollie?" "Riley? Is that you?" "It is. It's nice to see you again."

Permanently. To be continued...

“It's no big deal I will just sleep on the couch, Triston. It will just be a week, I can handle it-” “And have your condition worsened? No, that’s idiotic.” He scoffed, shaking his head hard. “I will just-” Triston’s phone rang, silencing us both. He moved quickly, going to grab the phone, he grumbled further before answering. “Marcus, hello- yes we landed safely,” He listened for a moment, “Yeah the bungalow is super… Just a quick thought though why just a single bedroom-” He stayed silent, “Yes, of course we sleep together, but you know her shoes need their separate space too-” He bit his bottom lip in question, “Yes, the office can be used as extra space.” Triston seemed to choose a diffe

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2026. PRESENT. SEOUL. HELL PENTHOUSE. ☠️ SORA ☠️ When others are drinking water, black coffee, bitter lemon, or soju… I take Coke. Why? Because life can be so bitter, especially mine. I jerk as A-jun pins me down; he is on top of me, and I’m pressed underneath him, fighting for my life. His hands find my neck, and he presses it to the pillow, choking me.