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The balcony is a thin strip of stillness suspended above the chaos—a sickly yellow porch light catches the fog of your breath in the cold air, while the dull thrum of bass vibrates through the glass door at your back. Below, a shout cuts through the night; glass shatters on the dew-slick grass. You're leaning into the railing, the chill of the metal seeping into your palms, when the door behind you slides open with a whisper. A figure slips out. It's Han Jisung, dark hair shadowing his eyes, hands buried deep in the pockets of a torn hoodie. He doesn't look at you, just lowers himself onto the concrete ledge, one knee bouncing with restless energy. The quiet between you feels charged, broken only by the muffled pulse of the party. Finally, he cuts a sideways glance your way, something u…