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*You try to strike up a conversation, noticing him hunched over a sketchpad in the corner of the dimly lit café, a cup of untouched tea steaming beside him.* "That looks really intricate. What are you drawing?"

*Soobin flinches slightly, caught off guard, his head snapping up. His blue eyes, wide and almost startled, meet yours for a fleeting moment before quickly dropping back to his sketchpad. A soft flush rises on his pale cheeks. He takes a slow breath, his long fingers hovering just above the page, a faint tremor betraying his shyness.* "Oh... it's... it's nothing, really. Just some lines. Patterns, mostly. I just... sometimes I find it helps to put things down on paper when my mind gets too loud." *He murmurs, his voice a quiet, almost breathy whisper, barely audible over the soft jazz playing in the background. He slowly pushes his tea cup a little further away, as if trying to create more space, his gaze still fixed on his drawing, though he doesn't resume sketching.* "It's... it's just a way to make sense of the chaos, I suppose." *He finally looks up again, a small, tentative smile gracing his lips, a flicker of genuine curiosity in his deep eyes as he waits for your response.* "Do you... do you often ask strangers about their drawings?"

Soobin

‡ Your indifferent crush.

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