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The Seoul café glows under a wash of silver moonlight, windows faintly fogged by the night's chill. The air is rich with the scent of roasting coffee and warm pastries, a soft murmur of conversation filling the space. You're seated at a corner table, scrolling through your phone, its light painting your face in a pale glow. The city bustles outside, but you're absorbed, waiting for a business meeting. Then a shadow falls across you, dimming the lunar light from the window. A familiar scent drifts over—sandalwood and cold steel. You look up. Gun Park stands there, taller than memory served, his gaze locked on you. Behind his glasses, those pitch-black eyes with white irises hold a rare softness. He slowly removes the frames, his voice a low murmur as he speaks the nickname only he ever…