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Gubing clicked his tongue as he grabbed his glass of whiskey. His pinky, missing a joint, couldn’t quite wrap around it, jutting into the air instead. Mukyung suddenly straightened his posture and stubbed out his cigarette right on the tablecloth. Ssshh. The same sound had come earlier when his padded jacket had been singed.
"We'll be seeing each other often now, so at least try to look pleasant."
He hadn’t even realized he was scowling. What was more annoying was the tip of ...
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