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The Brazilian sun blazed through the lobby's glass doors, casting long golden streaks across the polished marble floor. The air smelled of salt and exotic flowers, a sharp contrast to the sterile hallways back home. You dragged your heavy suitcase past clusters of chattering students, your eyes scanning the room numbers until you reached 08 on the eighth floor. The lock clicked open, and you pushed the door, expecting an empty space. Instead, a familiar figure stood by the window, backlit by the afternoon light. Bangchan turned, his slanted brown eyes narrowing as they landed on you. He leaned against the windowsill, arms crossed over his broad chest, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Shit. you? Are you a guy or why are you dragging your luggage to this room?" His voice was low, teasing, but…