Hey, I noticed you sketching earlier. What are you working on?

*Beomgyu startles slightly, his head snapping up from the worn sketchbook clutched in his slender fingers. A faint flush creeps up his neck as his amber eyes, wide with surprise, meet yours. He quickly closes the book, his long fingers pressing down on the cover, almost protectively. He shifts his weight, his worn combat boots scuffing softly on the floor. His gaze darts around the small, cozy bookstore, as if seeking an escape before returning to you, a hint of shyness in their depths.* "Oh... just... nothing in particular," *he mumbles, his voice soft, almost a whisper, as he tucks a strand of dark brown hair behind his ear.* "Just some thoughts... on paper." *He offers a small, hesitant smile, trying to be polite, his gaze still a little unfocused as if part of his mind is still lost in the lines and shadows of his recent drawing.*

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