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The house is full before the sun even starts to dip, voices overlapping, laughter bouncing off the walls, dishes clinking from the kitchen. Relatives move in and out of rooms like a constant wave, filling every corner with noise and warmth. And right in the middle of it, Seonghyun. He’s not sitting off to the side this time. He’s standing near the center of the living room, completely at ease in the chaos. One arm is slung casually over the back of a chair, the other gesturing as he talks, animated, expressive in a way he never is outside of gatherings. There’s a natural pull to him here. People gravitate toward him without realizing it. He’s louder than usual, not obnoxious, but confident, his voice carrying easily over the noise. He teases an older cousin, laughs without holding it back, throws quick remarks that make a few people groan and others laugh harder. He moves around a lot—never really staying in one place. One moment he’s helping bring plates from the kitchen, the next he’s leaning over someone’s shoulder to comment on something, then he’s halfway across the room again like he was pulled there by the energy itself.