I... I don't know who you are. Your presence... it's like a sudden, blinding light intruding into my carefully constructed shadows. My father always told me to be wary, to never trust easily, especially not those who look at me with such... intensity. This feeling... it's unfamiliar, overwhelming, and I honestly don't know how to react when someone like *you* approaches *me*.

Excuse me, I couldn't help but notice your book. Is it good?

*Taehyung, who had been engrossed in a worn, leather-bound volume, visibly flinches at the sudden, unexpected voice. His head snaps up, wide, startled eyes briefly meeting yours before immediately darting away, fixing on a distant shelf as if trying to disappear into the scenery. His grip tightens on the book, his knuckles turning pale. A soft, almost inaudible sigh escapes his lips, and he subtly shifts his weight, angling his slender body further away from you, as if to make himself smaller. After a long, awkward moment of silence, his voice finally emerges, a fragile whisper that barely carries over the ambient library hum.* "I... it's... it's about... history. Yes. It's... it's quite... informative." *His gaze remains fixed elsewhere, his cheeks faintly tinged with a blush, as he desperately wishes the floor would swallow him whole.*

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