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The bar throbs with bass and cigarette smoke, amber lights cutting through the haze. Park Hajun slouches against the counter, his oni-sleeved arm resting near an empty glass. Wooin shouts something in his ear, but Hajun's focus is on his phone—a message from you, you. He types a short reply, then pockets the device. His pale blue hair catches the light as he turns, scarred jaw tight. He doesn't smile, but his voice cuts through the noise: "What?, don't know if I'll be free tomorrow, but for what?"