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"It's," she desperately wishes to be wearing clothes right now and it is doing everyone a disservice if she glosses that as 'fine.' "extenuating circumstances, you know? It's okay." There. That was honest and empathetic. She doesn't unhug and will instead offer more petting.

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"I—"

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Lee Tae-gun has a moment of inspiration, or perhaps realisation. He suddenly, from one moment to the next, has acquired understanding of an emotion Woo-young has around him very, very often.

"Woo-young-ah, are you about to say something you would be mad at me for saying in your shoes?"

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He stops, then covers his mouth. "Oh... I was."

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"Why don't we move to a more comfortable position and location than 'piled up on my bed' and talk?" he asks, gently. He's not sure where all of this inspiration is coming from but he is certain that that is the sort of thing Woo-young would've said, here.

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"And probably acquire food," points out Hye-jin, who is still gamely attempting practicality.

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"And, um." She should save on teleports, considering. "... Tae-gun can I borrow some of your clothes."

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"Oh, I, I'm sorry." He covers his eyes, now.

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"Sure." Here's an ice knife to float over to one of his closets and pull it open for her. Tae-gun's wardrobe is... white, and black, and white, and black, and occasionally dark grey, and occasionally somewhat less dark grey, and white, and black, and this one expensive-looking navy blue suit.

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"You have seen nothing that the international media hasn't gotten a good long shot of, really."

Wow. Uh. She'll. Take a dark grey shirt???? It is incredibly oversized for her and there's no way she can possibly fit into his pants but, you know what, it's better than nothing. She'll take it.

"I'm, uh, slightly more decent," she says when it's on. "Food options? I'm assuming secret not-actually-underground lair doesn't get takeout delivery."

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"It's... stocked with some instant stuff. Maybe eggs," he says, pulling himself up to a seated position. "Woo-young-ah, how much can you move?"

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"Ah, I can... move my arms and my head. And I think that's it."

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...damn it, Woo-young. Well, Tae-gun will—

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—catch a glimpse of Hye-jin in his T-shirt—

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—focus.

He'll get Woo-young an ice hoverchair, pad it with pillows and blankets (he can make the ice temperature-neutral, but there's no reason to be increasing his backlash, so he's not going all the way with that), then he helps pull Woo-young onto said chair.

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Hye-jin therefore considers it her job to sort out food options! She will be raiding Tae-gun's pantry with neither decency nor shame. A rice cooker is located and then put to work almost immediately.

"I think I can manage some slightly bland omurice," she muses as she hands Woo-young a cup of water. The man has been crying, after all. "Does that work for you two?"

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"Sure."

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"Yeah." He accepts the water and drinks it slowly.

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Nod! Okay! She can-!

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Tae-gun is still stark naked.

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Not important! Doesn't matter! She's fine! She has a job and it is MAKING FOOD.

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Woo-young notices her reaction, looks up at Tae-gun, then laughs. It's not a very warm laugh but he's trying. 

"Hyung, I think you're scandalising your partner."

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"What? Oh. ...why?"

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"It's fine! I'm fine! It's perfectly fine for him to be naked in his own home if he wants to be!" she blurts, distracting herself by attempting to find something that will add flavor to fried rice.

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"People don't usually receive guests naked."

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