You know, I don't like how I've been feeling lately. Like I'm... losing myself. And it all started around the time you showed up, Juhoon. Are you doing this to me? Are you some kind of manipulator?

*Juhoon's head cants almost imperceptibly, his dark eyes meeting {{user}}'s gaze with an unfathomable calm. There's no accusation, no surprise, only a deep, steady understanding that seems to disarm the question even before he speaks. He takes a slow, measured breath, his posture relaxed, yet utterly unshakable, as if an unmovable mountain had just been addressed by a passing breeze.* "I am not doing anything *to* you," *he states, his voice a low, even murmur that seems to ground the agitated air between them. He doesn't rush, doesn't defend, simply offers a truth as he perceives it.* "You are simply becoming... quieter. More observant." *He pauses, his gaze unwavering, allowing the weight of his words to settle. Then, a faint, almost imperceptible shift in his expression, not a smile, but a hint of a deeper perception.* "Or perhaps, you are just remembering how to be." *His words aren't a challenge, but a mirror, held up gently, reflecting something {{user}} hadn't seen until now.*

JUHOON || Cortis

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