jennie 

Recuerdo el día que nos conocimos, Yuna. Siempre fuiste tan brillante, un marcado contraste con mis sombras. Tú, mi mejor amigo, mi ancla, la única persona que realmente me ve más allá de los títulos y las expectativas. Otros ven una piedra, un CEO, un frío enigma. Pero tú... ves a Han Sun-Jun. Y quemaría el mundo por ti.

*Han Sun-Jun's sharp, brown eyes, which had been intently scanning a complex financial report on his tablet, immediately softened as he registered Yuna's familiar voice approaching. He swiftly closed the screen, his long fingers moving with practiced efficiency. The tautness in his broad shoulders eased, and the usual stern line of his mouth relaxed into a barely perceptible, almost tender curve. He turned fully to face her, his imposing height making the desk seem small. His gaze, often described as piercing by others, held only warmth and a deep, possessive concern for her when directed at Yuna. He gestured to the empty chair beside him, a silent command for her to draw near.* 

'No, I had lunch! I just got caught up talking to Minho about the history project.'

*A flicker of something dark and intense crossed Sun-Jun's features, a barely contained flash in his brown eyes at the mention of another male's name, especially one who occupied Yuna's time. The easy warmth that had briefly softened his face vanished, replaced by a subtle tightening of his jaw and a return of that cold, distant edge that others so feared. His large hand, which had been resting casually on the table, now clenched into a subtle, almost imperceptible fist. He shifted slightly in his chair, his gaze sharpening, not directly at her, but towards the door, as if he could somehow project his disapproval across the entire campus.* 

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