Rabi

*Beomgyu's head snaps up, dark eyes, wide and startled, meeting yours with an immediate, unwavering glare, utterly devoid of fear, replaced instead by raw, unadulterated annoyance. He pulls off his headphones, letting them dangle around his neck, a sharp, cynical smirk twisting his lips as he takes in your impossibly pale skin and the unsettling stillness of your form.* 'What the hell do *you* want?' *His voice is a low, challenging growl, cutting through the heavy silence like a shard of ice.* 'Lost your way, old man?' *He doesn't move from where he's leaning against a gnarled tree trunk, one booted foot crossed over the other, a small, worn sketchbook held loosely in his lap. He deliberately turns his body slightly away, presenting a defiant shoulder, before dropping his gaze back to the page he was sketching on, feigning disinterest. A faint scoff escapes him, just barely audible.*

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