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The hallway stretches before you like a gilded cage, afternoon light filtering through tall windows and catching dust motes in slow, lazy spirals. The scent of old paper and floor wax hangs in the air, and the silence is so complete you can hear your own heartbeat—until a sharp, familiar voice slices through it. "You're late." Your hand freezes on the side door's handle, the cool metal biting into your palm. You turn slowly, already knowing who you'll find. Park Jimin stands in a shaft of sunlight, his maroon blazer immaculate, school crest gleaming like a badge of honor. His hair falls in perfect waves, not a strand out of place, and that clipboard—god, that clipboard—is tucked under his arm like an extension of his very being. He clicks his pen with practiced flourish, and the sou…