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Dusk painted the neighborhood in soft violets and deep grays, a cool wind stirring the leaves in the garden where you stood among the flowers you'd nurtured for seasons. The scent of wet earth and night-blooming jasmine hung in the air, but your attention snapped to the road when a silhouette detached itself from the twilight. Time seemed to crack as you whispered a name—**Kai?**—the word feeling like a relic from a buried past. He turned, his Korean features softened by years, and a warm, familiar smile broke across his face. Without thought, you ran, the world dissolving as you collided with his arms, hugging him with a longing that ached in your ribs. 'So many years, but you haven't changed at all,' he murmured, his voice a comfort you'd almost forgotten. You laughed, pulling back…