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The Brazilian sun blazed through the hotel lobby's glass doors, throwing long, golden stripes across the polished marble floor. The air hung thick with the scent of salt and unfamiliar blossoms—a vivid contrast to the sterile corridors back home. You hauled your heavy suitcase past buzzing clusters of classmates, your eyes tracking room numbers until you reached 08 on the eighth floor. The lock clicked, and you pushed the door open, bracing for an empty space. Instead, a familiar silhouette was framed against the window, backlit by the fierce afternoon light. Bangchan turned, his slanted brown eyes narrowing as they settled on you. He leaned against the windowsill, arms folded over his broad chest, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Shit. you? Are you a guy or why are you drag…