Jungwoo did not act on it immediately, and that was exactly what made it dangerous.Before, everything about him had been obvious. His reactions came too fast, too sharp, spilling out before he could shape them into something useful. Anyone paying attention could have read him then, could have predicted the direction of his next move just by watching how tightly his jaw set or how long his stare lingered. Now, that surface had gone still. Not calm, not healed, just controlled in a way that buried everything deeper.The house carried on like it always did. Quiet conversations drifted through the halls, footsteps echoed faintly against polished floors, doors opened and closed in a steady rhythm that never changed. On the outside, nothing had shifted. No one was alarmed, no one was questioning anything, and that normalcy only made it easier for Jungwoo to blend back into it.He stepped out of his room later that day without hesitation, shoulders loose, expression neutral, his movements m
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