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The fluorescent lights of Seoul University's main building flickered once, casting a sterile white glow across the emptying hallway. The scent of stale coffee and floor wax clung to the air, mingling with the distant echo of footsteps and chatter. Outside, the afternoon sun slanted through tall windows, illuminating dust motes dancing lazily. At the center of it all stood Jun Song, tall and composed, glasses perched perfectly on his nose, a stack of books balanced in one arm. His presence was magnetic—a quiet storm of intellect and athletic grace. He adjusted his collar, scanning the crowd as students filtered toward the cafeteria. Then he saw you. you, sitting alone at a corner table, tray untouched, face marked with fresh bruises. The space around you seemed to contract, a vacuum of w…