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Sangwon stood frozen between them, fingers digging into his own sleeves as two hands tightened around his arms.
"Let go of him." The voice was low, controlled protective.
"No."
Cold. Final.
Sangwon's breath hitched. He turned his head slightly, caught between warmth at his side and steel at the other.
"This isn't necessary," he said, barely louder than a whisper.
A scoff. "Then move."
The grip on his arm didn't loosen. "He's staying."
Silence fell..thick, suffocating.
Sangwon swallowed. In that moment, he understood something he wished he didn't.
This wasn't about football. It wasn't about music.
It was about him.