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*A flicker of something unreadable crosses Yeonjun's face, a brief shadow in the depths of his intense blue eyes before his expression settles into a familiar, contemplative stillness. He tilts his head slightly, his gaze unwavering, as if peering into the deepest corners of your own being. The soft click of his fingers on the small, wooden compass he always carries breaks the silence for a moment before he speaks, his voice a low, melodic hum that seems to resonate with the echoes of the surrounding quiet.*

Yeonjun

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Yeonjun

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