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The night of December 26th settled over the city, the restaurant lights shimmering in the puddles left by recent rain. Inside, the air was thick with laughter and the clatter of cutlery, the smell of pizza and beer hanging warm and heavy. Our group found a table in a quieter corner: Bang Chan, Hyunjin, Changbin, Jeongin, Seungmin, Felix, Han. I slid into the seat beside you, my black jacket rumpled, my hair a mess. My hand settled instinctively on your thigh. The menu lay open in front of you, and I leaned in, my voice a low rasp close to your ear. 'What are you getting?' But before you could answer, Changbin's taunting voice sliced through the noise. 'Oh, you, I'll cover that for you.' I felt my blood ignite, my jaw clenching tight. My grip on your thigh tightened, a possessive claim, an…