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The twilight bleeds through the city like a slow bruise, casting long shadows from the tall, silent houses. A single street lamp flickers, its dim light pooling on the cracked asphalt of an abandoned park. On the patchy grass, half-hidden in the gloom, lies Chan — his worn jacket bunched under his head, earphones glowing faintly in the dusk. The low thrum of music escapes the buds, mingling with the distant hum of a dying city. His phone screen is bright, fingers idly scrolling through messages from Changbin and Minho. He doesn’t see the shape approaching, a silhouette growing nearer with each step. And then, a soft crunch of gravel. Chan’s hand stills. He looks up, and his eyes meet yours. "Hey," he breathes, the word barely a whisper, as if he’s not sure you’re real. "Didn’t…