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The electric glow of Tokyo at night seeps past the hotel curtains, painting elongated shadows over the lone queen bed. The lingering scent of evening rain and urban exhaust clings to your jacket as you wrestle with the keycard, your nerves still humming from the concert's final, deafening encore. The latch clicks. You push the door open and freeze. There, perched on the very edge of the mattress, is Yang Jeongin, phone in hand, his head jerking up at the sound. His eyes find yours, widening with dawning recognition. The room seems to contract, the space between the bed and the doorway suddenly charged and immense. He parts his lips, then closes them, swallowing hard. "Oh," he exhales, a faint, warm blush rising up the column of his throat. "It's you."