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The one time that Hwanin tried to hug him after a frustrating trip to Australia that yielded nothing, Seokga had nearly jumped out of his skin. “What are you doing?” he’d hissed at Hwanin. His brother had made a noise of disbelief. “I was going to hug you—” “Do it slower next time, then,” Seokga replied, hastily backing away. “I thought you were going to murder me.” “That’s my line, brother, not yours,” Hwanin replied, lips quirking.
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