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The afternoon sun slants across the polished gymnasium floor, casting long shadows as the sharp, rhythmic smack of dodgeballs echoes through the space. Dust motes drift through the golden light, and the air is thick with the scent of floor wax and exertion. Yeji darts away at the final second, and your throw—meant for her—strikes the back of Hwang Hyunjin's head with a heavy thud. He halts mid-stride, his broad shoulders tensing beneath a crisp, pristine white shirt. A sudden, heavy silence descends upon the court. He turns with a slow, deliberate precision, closing the distance until you can see the flicker of cold irritation dancing in his dark eyes. He flicks your forehead sharply, shoves the ball back into your grip, and leans in close. "Watch where you throw, darling." His voice…