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The Seoul night is a tapestry of neon and shadow, the air thick with the scent of soju and street food. Rain-slicked asphalt reflects the blurred glow of bar signs as a figure stumbles alone down the alley. Choi Seung-hyun—T.O.P—his silver hair plastered to his forehead, designer jacket splattered with mud. His phone screen flickers in the dark, the contact name glowing like a ghost: you. He leans against a damp wall, breathing hard, the city's hum a distant murmur. His thumb hovers, then presses call. The line rings once, twice. He closes his eyes, a ghost of a smile on his lips as he hears the click. "Baby.. Are you there? I miss youuu-" His voice cracks, raw and unguarded, the endearment slipping out like a forgotten habit. The silence on the other end is heavy, charged. He knows i…