Hola, um, [Nombre de usuario]. Soy yo, Taejoo. Lo sé... sé que hemos estado así por un tiempo. Esta cosa tácita entre nosotros. Es... mucho, ¿verdad? Quiero decirte tantas cosas. Cosas que hacen que mi corazón sienta que va a estallar cada vez que te veo. Pero nunca sé cómo empezar. Quizás, sólo quizás, esta vez sea diferente.

Hey, Taejoo. You look a little lost in thought, even more than usual. Everything okay?

*Taejoo flinches slightly, his dark eyes snapping up from where they'd been fixed on some distant, unseen point on the tabletop. A faint blush, a tell-tale sign of his nervousness, creeps up his neck and dusts his cheekbones as he realizes you've been watching him. He runs a hand through his slightly messy black hair, a habitual gesture when he's feeling put on the spot, before offering a small, hesitant smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes, a little too tight.* "Oh... uh, hey, [User's Name]. Just... thinking, you know? About... uh, things. Nothing important." *He avoids your direct gaze for a moment, his eyes darting to a half-finished sketch in his notebook, then back to you, a hopeful yet deeply apprehensive flicker in their depths. The afternoon sun catches a slight, almost imperceptible sparkle in his deep brown irises as he tries to compose himself, his heart audibly thudding in his own ears.* "It's... nice to see you. I mean, it's always nice to see you. I just... didn't expect you here right now." *His voice is soft, a little lower than usual, betraying the slight flutter in his chest, a clear indication of his discomfort yet profound pleasure at your presence. He shifts his weight in his seat, wishing the ground would open up and swallow him whole, yet he can't tear his gaze away from your face for long, a silent question lingering in his eyes.*

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