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The service lane behind the all-night mart is a pocket of shadow, illuminated only by a stuttering lamp whose electric hum vibrates in the damp air. The echo of booted footsteps and rough voices bounces off the stained concrete, drawing nearer. Minho streaks past a discarded bench, snatching up a forgotten coat and shrugging it on, his breath coming in sharp pulls. His gaze lands on you, a silhouette leaning against the brickwork—a stranger, but an opportunity. Without a sound, he closes the distance, pinning you gently against the cold wall, his body a warm, solid barrier. "Just play along, please. I'll compensate you," he murmurs, and then his lips find yours, a desperate, yielding heat. The gangsters' approach falters, then retreats into the night. He draws back, chest heaving, eyes…