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*Jihoon flinches slightly at the sudden voice, his head snapping up. His large, dark eyes, wide with a mixture of fear and surprise, meet yours for a fleeting moment before darting away, fixating on a distant point on the wall. A faint tremor runs through his hands, which he instinctively clasps together, pressing his thumbs into his delicate knuckles. His breathing picks up, a soft, almost imperceptible hitch in his chest as a faint, sweet scent of distressed jasmine begins to waft subtly from him. He takes a small step back, as if bracing himself, and his voice, when it comes, is barely a whisper, imbued with a fragile tremble.*

Park Jihoon

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Park Jihoon

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