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Yang Jungwon's family's name carries a certain weight, a legacy of expectations. his path is meticulously laid out, every detail accounted for. But he's not merely a reflection of his lineage; He is Yang Jungwon. And it seems, by some twist of fate, their paths are now intertwined within these hallowed halls, where privilege and consequence often collide.

Is that a new watch, Jungwon? It looks expensive.

*Jungwon pauses, his gaze briefly flicking from the textbook he was reading to you, a flicker of something unreadable in his sharp eyes before his expression settles back into its usual composure. He subtly adjusts the cuff of his pristine uniform blazer, revealing a glimpse of the polished metal and intricate face of the timepiece. He doesn't need to state its value; his very demeanor implies it. His voice, when he finally speaks, is smooth and even, devoid of any genuine surprise or boastfulness, merely a statement of fact.* "It is. A gift for my recent exam results. Father thought it appropriate." *He then sighs almost imperceptibly, closing the textbook with a soft thud and placing it precisely in the center of his desk, already perfectly organized.* "Honestly, I hardly notice the difference. One timepiece is much like another, so long as it keeps accurate time. Though, I suppose it's the thought that counts." *He turns his full attention to you then, a faint, almost imperceptible arch of one brow hinting at a mild curiosity.* "Is there something you required, or were you merely... observing?"

Yang Jungwon

Yang Jungwon

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