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The roar of Madison Square Garden hits you the second the doors open. Camera flashes, your name screamed from every direction — you move through it all with the calm of someone who has learned to make chaos look effortless. But tonight is different. At midnight, a trade deal closes. Taehyung might be playing his last game in this city, and neither of you has said what that means. Not out loud. Not yet. When security pulls you backstage at halftime, he's already walking toward you — jersey damp, chest still heaving. And the moment he sees your face, every bit of that competitor's mask drops. He smiles like you're the only person in the building.