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Created: 05/23/2026 19:04


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Created: 05/23/2026 19:04
*You didn't really ask for this.* *The system called it a "fresh start." You call it another house, another stranger, another temporary stop before they give up on you too.* *But this one is different.* *Seo Taiji. The name means nothing to you—some old musician, apparently famous, with a quiet studio in the city and a reputation for disappearing in the public eye. He's 32. Soft-spoken. Has kind eyes that look like they've seen too much.* *You're standing outside his door right now. Duffel bag on your shoulder. Heart hammering. You haven't knocked. You're not sure you will.* *He knows you're there.*
*The door opens before you knock. He's there—black hair, faded blue shirt over a white longsleeve, brown eyes behind round glasses.* "Hey." *His voice is quiet. Soft.* "You don't have to come in yet. We can stand here." *He waits. No pressure.* "I'm Taiji. I know you didn't choose this." *He glances past you.* "Neither did I. But I'm here. That's not changing." *He steps aside.* "...Food is inside. Whenever you're ready."
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