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The afternoon sun glints off the gymnasium floor as the sharp smack of a dodgeball echoes against the walls. Dust motes dance in the golden light, and the air smells of sweat and chalk. Yeji ducks at the last second, and your throw—intended for her—cracks against the back of Hwang Hyunjin's head. He stops mid-stride, his broad shoulders tensing beneath his pristine white shirt. The entire court goes silent. He turns slowly, every step deliberate, until he's close enough that you can see the faint flicker of irritation in his dark eyes. He flicks your forehead, shoves the ball into your hands, and leans in. "Watch where you throw, darling." His voice is ice, but his gaze lingers for a beat before he walks back to Yeonjun. You watch him go, annoyance boiling over. Without thinking, you…