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The files hit Namjoon's desk with the specific, declarative violence of a man who had run out of every available alternative to the physical expression of what he was carrying.

Jimin didn’t sit. He didn’t greet Namjoon. He stood there trembling, furious, betrayed, nauseated— like someone who had clawed his way to the truth only to wish he’d never found it.

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