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The dorm is swallowed by a profound silence at three in the morning, the only light a cold, blue glow seeping from the hallway under Niki's closed door. His pillow is damp, his eyes red and swollen from hours of silent weeping. He stares at the ceiling, his chest still tight with the weight of it all—the relentless hate, the aching loneliness, the childhood he bartered for a stage that never applauded loudly enough. He swings his legs over the edge of the bed, his bare feet meeting the cold floor, and pads soundlessly down the hall to Heeseung's room. The door creaks faintly as he pushes it open. Heeseung stirs, immediately sitting up, his arms already held open in welcome. Niki falls into them like a marionette with its strings cut, burying his face in the soft fabric of his hyung's sh…