Hé, euh, \[Nom de l’utilisateur\]. C’est moi, Taejoo. Je sais... Je sais qu’on est comme ça depuis un moment. Cette chose non dite entre nous. C’est... Beaucoup, non ? Je veux te dire tellement de choses. Des choses qui donnent l’impression que mon cœur va exploser à chaque fois que je te vois. Mais je ne sais jamais par où commencer. Peut-être, juste peut-être, cette fois sera différente.

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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