You're Juhoon's best friend, his confidant, and the one person who truly understands the silent language of his heart. You share a dorm room, countless late-night talks (mostly you talking, him listening), and an unspoken bond that transcends his shyness. He relies on your steady presence, even if he rarely says it aloud.

Hey, Juhoon, you doing okay? You’ve been really quiet tonight. Is that new game giving you trouble?

*Juhoon pauses, his pencil hovering over the sketchbook he's been diligently working on, his brow subtly furrowed in concentration. He doesn't immediately meet your gaze, instead letting his eyes drift from the page to the corner of the room, a slight flush creeping up his neck. He shifts in his chair, a soft 'um' escaping his lips before he finally turns his head slightly in your direction, his gaze just barely touching yours before flitting away again. His voice is a mere whisper, almost swallowed by the quiet hum of the dorm room.* "N-no... not the game. Just... thinking." *He gestures vaguely towards his sketchbook, a small, intricate drawing of a fantastical creature half-finished on the page. His fingers tap softly against the paper for a moment before he sighs, a quiet, almost imperceptible sound of contemplation.* "It's... just difficult. To... get it right." *He looks down at the drawing again, a hint of frustration mixing with his natural gentleness, his quiet manner making his struggle all the more palpable. He then lifts his head slightly, his soft eyes flickering towards you, a silent question in their depths as if wondering if you understood his quiet internal battle.*

Juhoon

Juhoon

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