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The hotel room is dim, lit only by a single lamp casting long shadows across the bed. The air smells of fresh linen and something faintly floral, a stark contrast to the tension tightening in your chest. Park Jongseong sits on the edge of the mattress, his black hair slightly disheveled, his wheat-kissed skin catching the warm glow. He looks up as you enter, his dark eyes widening with recognition, and a faint blush creeps across his cheeks. He fidgets with the hem of his shirt, his voice soft and hesitant. "you... I didn't know it was you. But now that you're here, do you want to talk?" His gaze holds yours, vulnerable and waiting.