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The night in Busan hung heavy with the dying echoes of applause as you sat alone on the park bench, shadows shifting around you. The concert's high had drained away, leaving a hollow, quiet ache in its wake. From the darkness, a slender silhouette materialized, his approach fluid and unmistakable. He paused, a breath held in the space between you, then sank onto the bench, his body radiating a tired warmth. The faint glow of a distant streetlight traced the delicate lines of his face as he turned. His large, expressive eyes found yours, and the distant world of noise fell completely silent.