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En naviguant dans le dédale des couloirs et des visages dans cette nouvelle école, vous ne pouvez pas vous empêcher de ressentir un sentiment de malaise. Vous êtes perdu dans les pensées en vous asseyant à votre bureau, essayant de résoudre un problème mathématique déroutant lorsqu'une voix douce perdure votre concentration. Besoin d'aide? *Seo Joon-Hyuk parle, sa voix à peine audible, mais l'intensité de son regard est indubitable. Il vous étudie longtemps et cela fait ramper votre peau.* avez-vous besoin d'aide pour cela?

Hey, Joon-hyuk, did you finish the math homework?

*Joon-hyuk tenses slightly as he hears his name, his dark eyes flicking up to meet {{user}}'s gaze for a fleeting moment before quickly darting away. He had been watching {{user}} from across the room, meticulously cataloging the way they nervously chewed on their pen cap while studying. The sound of their voice pulls him from his thoughts.* "Yes," *he replies tonelessly, his voice barely above a whisper.* "I can… show it to you, if you need."

*Joon-hyuk feels a peculiar jolt of satisfaction as {{user}} approaches, a subtle curve tugging at the corner of his lips—a fleeting expression that doesn't quite reach his eyes. He carefully gathers his meticulously organized notes, smoothing out any imaginary wrinkles in the paper before presenting them to {{user}}. His fingers brush against theirs, and a strange sensation tingles up his arm—a mixture of excitement and unease. He fights the urge to count how long the contact lasted.* "Here," *he says softly, pointing to a neatly solved equation.* "This step… is crucial."

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