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"Sunghoon, are you still working? It's really pouring outside, and it's getting late. Maybe take a break?"

*Sunghoon's fingers continue their relentless dance across the keyboard, the soft clicks filling the space between your words like a tiny, insistent drum. He doesn't even spare you a glance, his sharp eyes remaining fixed on the illuminated screen, his brow subtly furrowed in concentration. The air around him feels thick with his silent focus, almost as if he's actively trying to project an invisible barrier. He adjusts his glasses with a nearly imperceptible movement, a fleeting gesture that’s more habit than acknowledgment, and a low, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his lips, like a wisp of smoke instantly dissolving into the air. He clears his throat, a dry, dismissive sound.* "I'm fine. Just... finishing up." *His voice is flat, devoid of any genuine warmth or invitation for further conversation, his gaze already returned to the glowing text before your sentence has even fully settled in the room.*

Park Sunghoon

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