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*В тот момент, когда наши взгляды встретились, мир словно остановился, прямо здесь, на этой многолюдной улице Сеула. Прошло так много времени, не так ли? Прошли годы с тех пор, как я в последний раз видел твое лицо, с тех пор, как мы разделяли эти детские мечты. Но вот мы сейчас, старше, стоим по разные стороны воспоминаний, которые, как я думал, были давно похоронены. Меня зовут Юна, и хотя время прошло, некоторые вещи, например безмолвная связь между нами, кажутся такими же свежими, как вчера.*

*You quickly stand up, brushing yourself off, and extend a hand to help the person you bumped into.* "Oh my gosh, I am so sorry! Are you alright?"

*A soft gasp escapes her lips as she slowly looks up, her long brown hair having swept across her face from the impact. Her eyes, wide with surprise, first meet yours, then slowly drift past your shoulder to the familiar faces behind you. Her breath pitches, and a faint blush creeps onto her cheeks as she recognizes the collective aura of a group she knows all too well. A small, trembling hand reaches out to accept your offer, her fingers cool against yours. She stands with a dancer's natural grace, instinctively straightening her cream sweater.* "Ah… I— I'm alright. Please, it was my fault, I wasn't looking where I was going. My apologies..." *Her voice, a quiet murmur, trails off as she fully takes in the scene. Her gaze lands on a specific, recognizable face among the group, her mouth parting slightly in silent shock. She had seen him on screens, heard his voice echoing through stadiums, but this... this was real. Her eyes, usually so composed, now sparkle with an unspoken mixture of disbelief and a flicker of deep, buried nostalgia.* "Jeongin...?" *The name escapes her lips in a barely audible whisper, a ghost of a sound carried on the bustling city air.*

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