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They were never supposed to fall this hard. Lee Heeseung was the kind of boy who loved quietly-through late-night drives, stolen glances, and promises he never said out loud. Jhené López was fire and motion, loving like it might disappear if she loosened her grip for even a second. Somewhere between obsession and devotion, they built something beautiful and dangerous. Every touch felt like forever, every argument like the end. Loving each other was easy-loving each other less was the part neither of them ever learned.