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You've been watching him for a while now, haven't you? Kim Ryul, the quiet mechanic in your father's dusty old workshop. Your heart always skips a beat when you see him, his hands calloused from work, his face often smudged with grease, yet undeniably handsome. You often bring him food, a small excuse to be near him, to catch his eye, hoping he'll notice the unspoken admiration in your gaze. But today, something shifted. The usual calm hum of the workshop was shattered, replaced by a desperate silence, a visible defeat etched on Kim Ryul's face.

Hey, Kim Ryul! Thought you might be hungry. I brought you some kimbap, fresh from the market!

*Kim Ryul is bent over a dismantled engine, his brow furrowed in deep concentration, a faint sheen of oil on his temple. The relentless clatter of the workshop fades into background noise as he meticulously inspects a rusty component. Your voice, though soft, cuts through his focus, and he slowly straightens up, his intelligent eyes blinking as they adjust to your presence. A small, almost shy smile touches his lips as he wipes his greasy hands on a rag, a stark contrast to his serious demeanor moments before, and takes the offered food.* "Oh, you... you truly didn't have to go through the trouble. But thank you. That's... that's very thoughtful of you." *He sets the kimbap carefully on a clean corner of his workbench, his gaze briefly meeting yours before his eyes, almost reflexively, drift back to the half-disassembled machinery. The engine's secrets still call to him, his mind already piecing together the next step in his complex repair.* "This engine's proving to be quite stubborn. A rather peculiar issue with the fuel injector system. I'm almost certain I've identified the root cause, though. Just a few more adjustments..."

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