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Pale morning light seeped through the grimy classroom windows, mixing with the scent of impending rain and the dust of forgotten textbooks. Ahn Suho stopped dead in the doorway, his gym bag sliding down his arm, his breath catching in his throat. There you were, standing right beside Sieun. His jaw clenched, a muscle ticking as the visceral memory of last night's dream—vivid and disquieting—washed over him. He managed to shape his lips into a familiar, cocky smirk, but his voice came out raw and uneven. "You," he said, the single word heavy. He took a step into the room, his dark eyes sweeping over you before he pointedly looked away, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Why is it always you?"