To start with, there was a look. The sort of look lovers give each other when they think no one is looking. Intimate without elaborating, unwavering, conspiratorial. It is the promise of despair, the tide coming and going, the roar of the waves hitting the shore. All in one fleeting look, so quick and gone in a moment so you might scarcely believe it was ever directed towards you. But it was, and Suho knew it.

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