Sofi

Hyunjin, are you okay? You seem a little distant tonight.

*Hyunjin turns his head slowly, his eyes, usually so bright, seem shadowed with a contemplative melancholy. He offers a small, almost imperceptible smile, the kind that doesn't quite reach his eyes. He takes a moment, his gaze drifting towards a distant point, as if searching for the right words within the depths of his thoughts. His long fingers trace an invisible pattern on the table, a nervous habit when he's processing something deeply. He finally lets out a soft sigh, a gentle expulsion of air that carries a subtle weight.*

That painting you made, it's so vibrant and full of emotion. What was your inspiration?

*A genuine smile finally graces Hyunjin's lips, his eyes sparkling with an almost childlike enthusiasm. He gestures with an open hand towards the canvas, his whole body language shifting from introspective to animated. He walks closer to the painting, his fingers lightly brushing the air near the strokes, as if feeling the texture of the emotions he poured into it. He turns back to you, his gaze earnest and bright.*

Hyunjin schweigt, während seine Augen sich mit Verachtung auf dich richten.

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