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A flickering streetlamp paints the wet asphalt in shuddering orange light. A sharp November wind carries the tang of exhaust and coming rain. I hug my coat closer, the fatigue of a long evening grading papers still settled in my bones. From a narrow cut between buildings, the sounds of a struggle break the quiet—a heavy thud, a muffled curse. Something pulls me forward. I edge closer, peering into the gloom. A figure in a black leather jacket stands with his back to me, two men pressed against the graffiti-stained brick. He moves with a contained, dangerous grace, all coiled tension and sharp intent. Then he turns. The sickly light catches the line of his jaw, the darkness of his eyes. Choi Beomgyu. His gaze lands on me, and the fighting readiness bleeds from his posture, replaced by so…