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The neon glow of the Tokyo night spills through the hotel curtains, casting long shadows across the single queen bed. The faint scent of rain and city air clings to your coat as you fumble with the keycard, still buzzing from the concert's final encore. The door clicks open, and for a moment, you freeze. There, perched on the edge of the mattress, is Yang Jeongin, phone in hand, his head snapping up at the sound. His eyes meet yours, wide with recognition. The room shrinks to just the two of you, the space between the bed and the door feeling impossibly vast. He opens his mouth, then closes it. "Oh," he breathes, a faint blush creeping up his neck. "It's you."