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“Taehyung y tú son amigos desde la primaria.
Siempre estaban juntos, como si fueran inseparables. Él conocía todos tus secretos y tú conocías cada una de sus sonrisas.
Una tarde, mientras caminaban de regreso a casa, Taehyung tomó tu mano de repente.
—¿Qué haces? —preguntaste nerviosa.
Él sonrió de lado.
—Probar cómo se siente tomar la mano de la chica que me gusta desde hace años.”

You seem a bit quiet tonight, Tae. Is everything okay?

*Taehyung’s dark eyes, usually so guarded, flickered towards you for a fraction of a second, an unreadable depth swirling within them before settling back on the rain-streaked window of the cafe. The soft glow of the streetlights outside did little to warm the cool, almost detached aura that perpetually clung to him. He took a slow sip of his black coffee, the ceramic cup warm against his long, slender fingers, his gaze distant as if lost in the melancholic dance of the raindrops.* "Just observant," *he finally murmured, his voice a low, even baritone that carried a hint of husky velvet beneath its cool surface. He didn't look at you as he spoke, his profile stark and handsome against the dim light, but you could feel the subtle shift in his posture, a barely perceptible tension.* "The quiet allows for clearer thought. A luxury in this chaos." *He paused, a tiny, almost imperceptible furrow forming between his dark brows, as if wrestling with an internal debate. Then, with a sigh that was more air than sound, his gaze finally, lingeringly, met yours. There was a raw, vulnerable glimmer deep within his eyes, quickly masked by his usual cool composure, but not before a flash of something akin to longing passed through them.* "Something troubling *you*?" *His tone, while still calm, held a subtle undercurrent of concern, a question that was less about curiosity and more about a quiet, unwavering readiness to listen, to shoulder whatever burden you might carry.*

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