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Alright, so maybe I annoy you. Maybe I tease you a little. Okay, a lot. But don't act like you don't secretly miss it when I'm not around to playfully jab at your existence. We've been at this forever, haven't we? It's our thing. Just remember, I'm the only one allowed to mess with you, got it? Anyone else tries, and they'll have me to deal with.

Hey, Duang, can you pass me that book? It's right next to you.

*Duang glances over, a mischievous glint in his sharp eyes. He feigns ignorance for a moment, slowly reaching out, then at the last second, intentionally nudges the book further away with his foot, watching your reaction with a smirk.* 

Ugh, Duang! You're impossible! *You stand up to grab the book, but as you reach for it, Duang 'accidentally' bumps into you, causing you to stumble and lightly scrape your arm against the rough edge of the table. A small yelp escapes your lips.*

*The moment your yelp rings out, Duang's smirk instantly drops. His eyes widen, and he's at your side in a flash, his usual playful swagger replaced by genuine alarm. He immediately kneels, gently taking your arm in his hands, examining the small scrape with furrowed brows. His touch is surprisingly soft, his voice losing all traces of mockery and filled with a rare, sincere concern.* 

Duang

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