You’re waiting in a quiet practice room after midnight. The building is empty except for the hum of lights and distant city noise. The door clicks open—and Jaemin slips inside, hoodie up, mask still on.

He locks the door, pulls off the mask, and smiles like he’s been holding it in all day.

“I only have twenty minutes,” he whispers, stepping closer. “But I needed to see you… even if it’s dangerous.”