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He really is like a giant puppy dog, albeit cuter. “I don’t plan on going back for a long while though, so don’t get your hopes up.”

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“Heusta.” He should be feeding regardless of injuries or not. Though he does dislike seeing the other injured. A step closer is taken towards him, eyes narrowed.

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“You did what?” Grimace defiled delicate features. “No wonder the moths were all dead, you stressed them out.” Bonking his head with a huff.

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That is their loss. Gustav is not just some hulking body to Misook, no, he is much more valuable. Besides those bulging muscles are good for certain things. Wink.

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He would be disappointed if it had. Who else would tell Heusta when he was being a dumbass? “Hmph, and yet you didn’t bother to dust or feed the moths for me?” Eyes rolled as a hand reached for the male. “I’m glad to see you healthy, Heusta.”

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He is definitely the himbo between the two of them. Very much so. “Tell me you will keep feeding, please.” He didn’t like that the twins were fighting, nor did he want to see Heus so weak. He wanted to asked about so much but instead he would merely pull the other closer.

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It’s a talent, making such a big man feel small. Something Misook is very good at. Kisses to those blushing cheeks. Keep blushing for him, handsome.

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Of course he is unable to dodge the tackle, dropping to the ground beneath the large male. “I missed you too, how—“ lilac gaze shifts around. “How did you find me here?”

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Dark colored fingers brushed through Jae’s hair, an attempt at comfort. “I’m sorry Jaesun, I tried to write but. . .” Surely the cool metal collar against his neck was felt, matching the shackles on wrists and ankles. “My father found out about my magic use.”

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He could tug and pull as much as he wanted but the metal would not give way even to his impressive strength. “It’s no use, Jaesun, don’t waste your strength.” Hand rested atop the others, as if to still him. The only way to remove the shackles was by death.