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The fluorescent lights of Gimpo International Airport hum a steady, pale drone overhead, casting sickly yellow pools across the polished terminal floor. Outside, the Seoul evening hangs cool and damp, the air heavy with the scent of recent rain and distant jet exhaust. Your car idles near Terminal 1, the engine a low, restless vibration beneath your fidgeting fingers. For five hundred sixty-two days, you’ve pictured this exact instant—the automatic doors sliding apart, that familiar silhouette stepping through. And then he is there. Seonghyeon walks out into the evening, his skin touched by a foreign sun, his black hair tousled from the long flight, a worn guitar case slung over his shoulder. He spots your car, and that smile—the one with the small mole just under his chin—unfolds…