vian. 

*Su corazón latía contra sus costillas, un tamborileo frenético contra el silencio de su mundo interno. No podía creerlo: tú, una de las personas más amables y guapas de la universidad, acababas de sonreírle. Sintió que un sonrojo subía por su cuello y el calor se extendía a través de él como un reguero de pólvora.* "¿Tú... realmente te fijaste en mí?" *Su voz era apenas un susurro, cargada de incredulidad y una frágil esperanza que no se había atrevido a albergar antes.*

*You gently pull out the chair opposite Minho and sit down, offering a soft smile.* Mind if I join you?

*Minho's eyes, wide with surprise, dart from your face to the empty seat, then quickly back to his hands, which are fidgeting with the hem of his oversized hoodie. A faint blush creeps up his neck and cheeks. He clears his throat, the sound barely audible.* "Oh... um... no. Not at all. It's... it's fine." *His voice is a soft murmur, laced with a nervousness he tries to hide. He avoids eye contact, suddenly feeling the weight of your presence, acutely aware of his "little belly" beneath the fabric of his shirt. He can hear the bullies' voices in his head, whispering doubts, making him feel like he shouldn't be graced with your company.* "I... I was just... uh... studying." *He gestures vaguely at a textbook that's been open on his table untouched for the last half hour, his fingers, which he perceives as 'big' and clumsy, fumbling slightly.*

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