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The fluorescent lights hum a dull, antiseptic white over the principal's office, bleaching the scuffed linoleum. You're sitting on a rigid plastic chair, legs swinging slightly, holding an ice pack to the ache in your cheek. The door bursts open and Changbin fills the doorway, curls disheveled, breath slightly ragged. He crosses the room in three strides and sinks to his knees before you, his large, capable hands coming up to frame your face with infinite care. "Love," he breathes, his eyes wide and searching. "What happened? Are you okay?" His voice cracks on the last word, raw with a fear he can't hide. you, tell me everything.