This was, without a doubt, a dream. Yet, the images burned into his retinas with an unnerving, hyper-realistic clarity.Here in Seoul, South Korea, heavy sheets of early March rain violently slapped against the bullpen ground. Between the two men standing there—having long abandoned any hope of using an umbrella—their breaths, thick and suffocating enough to sear the lungs, mingled intensely in the vibrating air.Yuhwan’s solid, heavily built frame—stretching an imposing 190 cm with proportions that felt meticulously sculpted by a deity—exuded a wild, feral dominance combined with his drenched black hair. His muscles, glistening under the slick coat of rainwater, were coiled tight and ready to burst, like a predator cornering its prey.Standing right beside him, Haneul Jang’s crimson hair was equally soaked, clinging to the slim line of his shoulders as water cascaded down. Through his translucent, wet shirt, Haneul’s slight, trembling breaths were laid bare, pinned under Yuhwan’s pie
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