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After nearly seven years, Wonwoo returned to Seoul, slipping back into familiar places and old habits as if time had never moved. Mingyu welcomed him easily, laughter filling the spaces where silence could have settled. Days passed in a blur of late-night talks, shared meals, and nostalgia-until one evening, beneath the dim city lights, Mingyu's eyes caught something he hadn't noticed before.
The ring.
Resting on Wonwoo's fourth finger, quiet yet undeniable. A detail so small, yet suddenly, it felt as if it had rewritten every moment they'd shared since his return.
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"A ring on the ring finger... it means someone belongs to another, doesn't it?"
The words hovered on his tongue, waiting to be spoken. But the weight of them was too much.