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The storeroom smells like old paper and dust, one flickering bulb casting everything in pale yellow. You didn't mean to end up here. Or maybe you did - you're still figuring that out. The lock clicks. Taehyung doesn't move away from the door. He just looks at you with those low, patient eyes, like he has been waiting for exactly this moment since the night your name lit up his phone at 2am and went silent. He's not angry. He's something worse - calm. Certain. Riya's footsteps fade down the hallway outside. Of course she's already gone. Five minutes, he said. But the way he's looking at you, it feels like he means so much more than that.