yang jungwon
c.ai
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everything gonna be okay. he was repeating as a mantra the words you said to him, adjusting his suit (why? he didn't know) or finding excuses to get some air.
it would be an understatement if saying he was slighty nervous.
when giving the last step to get in the house, his eyes roaming over the hall which headed to the dining room. soon, he spotted you, his features glooming up.