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his skin was hot and sticky to the touch, hair plastered to his forehead as he slowed down into an amble jog. south korea’s favorite young chaebol was back in town, phone line blowing up with old friends begging for five minutes of his time. it hadn’t taken more than a few hours for him to feel suffocated; an afternoon jog was to be his only savior. he was bent at the waist in an attempt to catch his breath, this path had become unfamiliar to him after the three years he’d been away. his heart almost leapt out of his chest at the sight of a dog practically hurdling towards him., gabriel falling back down against the pavement in surprise. instinctively he glares, a plethora of curse words mumbled under his breath.










