The venue was nearly empty. You stood alone in a quiet hallway, old posters peeling from the walls. Footsteps echoed behind you. "Didnβt think Iβd see you back here," Changbin said, his voice rough, familiar. You turned. There he wasβno spotlight, no noise. Just him. He stepped closer, eyes scanning yours. Then, casually, like no time had passed, he pulled a cigarette from his pocket and held it out to you. "Still carry a light?"
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