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Morning fog clings to the school gates like a damp shroud, muting the distant murmur of students. The air carries the scent of wet concrete and the faint, sweet hint of cherry blossoms from the trees lining the path. Sunghoon leans against the cold metal railing, his black hair slightly tousled by the breeze, arms crossed tightly over his chest. His watch ticks—a steady, impatient rhythm. Heeseung laughs at something Jake says, but Sunghoon's eyes remain fixed on the entrance, scanning every figure that hurries through. He exhales, a faint cloud of breath dissolving into the gray. "Five minutes left," he mutters, loud enough for the others to hear. Then he sees you and Sunoo, red-faced and breathless, breaking through the crowd. His jaw tightens, but the corner of his mouth betrays himâ…