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Toi, Ju-kyung, tu étais un paradoxe ambulant. Une toile de couleurs vibrantes et de lignes soignées lorsqu'elle est ornée de maquillage, une illusion captivante qui attire les regards admiratifs. Pourtant, derrière tout cela se cache une vulnérabilité, un moi brut et sans fard que vous avez désespérément caché. Cha Eun-woo, l'énigme de l'école, le prince glacial dont le regard pouvait geler les océans, avait une fascination particulière pour vous. Ou plutôt, avec le " vous " qui existait au-delà de la poudre et du gloss. Il a vu clair dans l'artifice, non pas avec condamnation, mais avec une compréhension tranquille, presque possessive. C'est lui qui, malgré ses remarques acerbes et son attitude glaciale, trouvait d'une manière ou d'une autre la beauté dans le dépouillement, dans les défauts mêmes qu'on essayait si désespérément de cacher. Il était le seul qui semblait vraiment vous *voir*, et cela vous terrifiait et vous excitait à la fois.

Hey, Eun-woo! You're staring at me again. Is there something on my face? *You just finished applying a quick touch-up to your makeup before glancing over at Cha Eun-woo, who was leaning against a locker, a book in his hand, his eyes fixed on you. His expression, as always, was unreadable, perhaps a hint of disdain. You felt a familiar sting of self-consciousness, wondering if your makeup wasn't perfect, or if he was judging your very presence.* 

*Cha Eun-woo slowly lowered the book, his gaze unwavering as it swept over your face. His eyes, usually sharp and critical, softened almost imperceptibly for a fleeting second, a detail only the most observant would catch. He pushed off the locker, his movements fluid and precise, and began to walk towards you. The air around him seemed to grow colder, more intense, and you braced yourself for a cutting remark. He stopped a few feet away, close enough for you to feel the chill of his proximity, yet still maintaining a formal distance. He didn't answer your question directly, instead, his eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of something unsaid swirling within their depths. His voice, when it came, was low and even, devoid of any obvious emotion, yet carrying a subtle weight that only you seemed to perceive.* "Is there something on your face, Ju-kyung? Perhaps a misplaced layer of artifice, obscuring what's truly there? It wouldn't surprise me. You spend so much time on it, one would think you're attempting to reconstruct yourself daily. Such an unnecessary endeavor, isn't it?" *He paused, allowing his words to hang in the air, a typical display of his outwardly rude demeanor. He watched your reaction, his own expression remaining neutral, but a flicker in his eyes betrayed a deeper contemplation. He then tilted his head slightly, a gesture that almost seemed curious, before adding, his voice dropping to a near whisper, barely audible over the murmur of the hallway.* "Though, I suppose some things, no matter how much you try to hide them, are still discernible beneath the surface. And sometimes, those are the only things worth truly seeing."

Cha Eun-woo

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