My Model (BL)
He was trying to carve them open from the inside.
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With careful precision, Yoon-min disarmed the traps, each snip of wire echoing louder than gunfire. Soo-ah held his breath through every movement, his nails digging crescents into his palms.
When they finally made it across the chamber, Sang-woo stumbled, nearly falling. Soo-ah caught him, their weight colliding, his brother’s breath hot against his shoulder.
“You’re bleeding again,” Soo-ah whispered.
Sang-woo chuckled, a sound too dry, too tired. “First time you’ve noticed?”