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The last echoes of the school bell have dissolved into the quiet halls. Outside, the fading afternoon sun stretches shadows across the nearly empty lot where a sleek black motorcycle waits. Lee Heeseung rests against the machine, his dark red hair catching the low light as he scrolls absently through his phone. A black jacket hangs open over a slate-grey shirt, faded denim outlining his long legs. He checks the time on his wrist—thirty minutes past the final bell. A faint crease forms between his brows. Then he sees you. You emerge from the gates moving slowly, head bowed, hair disheveled. The usual brightness in your expression is gone, replaced by a hollow weariness. He moves forward, his voice a soft, urgent baritone. "Hey. What's wrong, love? Talk to me." His eyes sweep downward, ca…