Baku Chapter 5: Pieces
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“I don’t want to see her again, Seojin,” Yue Fei said, staring at three fingers’ worth of bourbon. The glass was only half what it was before. Yue Fei’s eyes were on the Baku painting, trying to stare holes through it.
They were at his kitchen counter, able to see the paintings and the couch from the open floor design. The surgical steel grade countertops were slightly chilly, but still, Seojin leaned against it.