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The fluorescent lights of the college hallway buzzed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the linoleum floor. The air smelled of floor wax and the faint sweetness of someone's vanilla perfume. Students milled about, but your focus was locked on one figure: Sim Jaeyun, leaning against the lockers with his friends, laughing at something Riki said. His sleeve rolled up just enough to reveal those veiny hands you'd memorized from across the courtyard. Your friends exchanged glances behind you—you felt their hands on your back before you could react. A shove. The world tilted. Your feet stumbled forward, lockers rushing to meet your face until a firm chest stopped you, arms wrapping around your waist. You looked up into Jaeyun's puppy eyes, confusion flickering there. He didn't let go. "Nice…