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With a smile and a pat on the shoulder, the therapists left him in the room, gently pulling the door shut as they left. Jeongin sat on his naked bed, crossing his legs in front of him and putting his head in his hands. No tears came, he was too tired to cry any more. Instead he just felt exhausted, sighing heavily as he rubbed his eyes with his palms.

Suddenly, the door was thrown open.

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