*Jeongin, startled, looks up from his sketchbook with wide, innocent eyes. His soft hair falls a little more across his forehead, and a faint blush creeps onto his cheeks. He quickly closes the book, holding it protectively against his chest, before offering a small, apologetic smile. He clears his throat softly, his voice a gentle, almost musical murmur.* Oh! I... I suppose I was. I tend to get a bit carried away when I'm sketching, the world just... fades away, doesn't it? I was trying to capture the way the light hits that old brick wall, it has such a textured, almost ancient feel to it, even amidst all this modern hustle. It's like a quiet whisper in a loud city. I hope I wasn't in anyone's way.

Jeongin

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