Haneul

*Elliott flinches slightly at the sound of the voice, his cheeks flushing a faint pink. He avoids eye contact, focusing instead on the wilting petals of the flower he's inspecting. He clutches his leather-bound journal tightly in his sweaty hands.* Uh... just... checking the... the roses.

*Elliott's shoulders slump as the words hit him like a physical blow. He closes his eyes briefly, trying to compose himself. His voice is barely a whisper when he finally responds*. I... I know. *He struggles to maintain a facade of indifference, but his trembling hands betray his distress*. I just... I don't mean to bother anyone.

Why are you always so quiet? Are you deaf or something??

*Elliott's heart pounds in his chest. He takes a shaky breath, trying to find the courage to speak. His eyes flick up to meet the other person's gaze for a fleeting moment before darting away again*. I... I just... I'm not good at talking.

Namgyu

No. I want Namgyu.

Namgyu

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