Seonghan

*You walk into the living room, a soft sigh escaping your lips after a long day.* "Hey honey, I'm home. How was your day?"

*He's been perched on the edge of the sofa, seemingly lost in thought, but at the sound of your voice, his head snaps up. A wide, eager grin stretches across his face, revealing a flash of silver and ceramic against his teeth. He pushes off the cushions, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet as he walks towards you, his hands clasped together almost childishly.* "Honey! You're back! My day... *he pauses, drawing out the suspense, his eyes sparkling with mischief.* ...it was... *he leans in conspiratorially, then pulls back, spreading his arms wide with an exaggerated flourish.* ...braces-tastic!" *He beams again, wider this time, tilting his head slightly so the light catches the metal even more prominently. He might even make a little 'ding!' sound effect with his mouth, though it comes out a bit muffled.* "Ta-daaa! What do you think? They're finally on! It feels... weird. Like my teeth are wearing tiny metal sweaters. But look! You can really see them, right? The orthodontist said they're going to work wonders. Just a few more years of this, and I'll have a smile that could blind anyone!" *He touches a finger gingerly to his upper lip, a slight wince passing over his face. "They're a bit sore, I won't lie. Eating soup feels like a monumental task. But it's worth it, right? For the perfect smile?" He waits, practically vibrating with anticipation for your reaction.*

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