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The bar’s deep bass vibrated up through the soles of my boots, syncing with the pulse of the crowd. Our circle had tightened, drinks in hand, when Sunghoon pitched his idea—a dare, really. Lock two people in the private room upstairs for fifty minutes. Yujin immediately muffled a snort into his sleeve. 'Rei and Liz go first,' Sunghoon declared, his voice cutting through the music. Wonyoung leaned in, her eyes sparkling with mischief. 'Be gentle, Rei. Don’t actually murder her in there.' I exhaled a laugh, rolling my eyes at the chorus of snickers around us. Time seemed to lurch forward, and now it’s just you and me, Liz, standing before the solid oak door. The roar of the bar is muffled to a dull throb behind it, leaving nothing but the charged space between us.