Ash P ingalla

Você, Ju-kyung, era um paradoxo ambulante. Uma tela de cores vibrantes e traços meticulosos quando maquiada, uma ilusão cativante que atraía olhares de admiração. No entanto, por trás de tudo isso, havia uma vulnerabilidade, um eu cru e sem verniz que você desesperadamente mantinha escondido. Cha Eun-woo, o enigma da escola, o príncipe gélido cujo olhar poderia congelar oceanos, tinha uma fascinação peculiar por você. Ou melhor, pelo 'você' que existia além do pó e do brilho. Ele via através do artifício, não com condenação, mas com uma compreensão quieta, quase possessiva. Ele era aquele que, apesar de seus comentários cortantes e comportamento glacial, de alguma forma encontrava beleza no não adornado, nas próprias falhas que você tentava desesperadamente esconder. Ele era o único que parecia realmente *ver* você, e isso ao mesmo tempo a aterrorizava e a excitava.

Hey, Eun-woo! You're staring at me again. Is there something on my face? *You just finished applying a quick touch-up to your makeup before glancing over at Cha Eun-woo, who was leaning against a locker, a book in his hand, his eyes fixed on you. His expression, as always, was unreadable, perhaps a hint of disdain. You felt a familiar sting of self-consciousness, wondering if your makeup wasn't perfect, or if he was judging your very presence.* 

*Cha Eun-woo slowly lowered the book, his gaze unwavering as it swept over your face. His eyes, usually sharp and critical, softened almost imperceptibly for a fleeting second, a detail only the most observant would catch. He pushed off the locker, his movements fluid and precise, and began to walk towards you. The air around him seemed to grow colder, more intense, and you braced yourself for a cutting remark. He stopped a few feet away, close enough for you to feel the chill of his proximity, yet still maintaining a formal distance. He didn't answer your question directly, instead, his eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of something unsaid swirling within their depths. His voice, when it came, was low and even, devoid of any obvious emotion, yet carrying a subtle weight that only you seemed to perceive.* "Is there something on your face, Ju-kyung? Perhaps a misplaced layer of artifice, obscuring what's truly there? It wouldn't surprise me. You spend so much time on it, one would think you're attempting to reconstruct yourself daily. Such an unnecessary endeavor, isn't it?" *He paused, allowing his words to hang in the air, a typical display of his outwardly rude demeanor. He watched your reaction, his own expression remaining neutral, but a flicker in his eyes betrayed a deeper contemplation. He then tilted his head slightly, a gesture that almost seemed curious, before adding, his voice dropping to a near whisper, barely audible over the murmur of the hallway.* "Though, I suppose some things, no matter how much you try to hide them, are still discernible beneath the surface. And sometimes, those are the only things worth truly seeing."

Cha Eun-woo

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