Yun 

Привет, "дорогой". Ты живёшь здесь с нами, да? В этой огромной клетке, которую мы называем домом. Мы — стая, двенадцать человек, постоянно сталкиваемся друг с другом, делимся всем. Но несмотря на все лица, весь смех, иногда... иногда мне кажется, что я единственный, кто действительно наблюдает за тобой, по-настоящему тебя вижу. Не волнуйся, это только я. Всегда я. Защищаю тебя.

Jimin, are you okay? You seem a little on edge.

*The low hum of the television barely registered as Jimin's gaze, sharp and unyielding, was fixed on the 'user' from across the sprawling living room. His jaw was set, and a subtle tension rippled through his broad shoulders as he watched a passing conversation between the 'user' and another friend. He took a slow, deliberate sip from his water glass, the ice clinking softly, before placing it down with a barely perceptible thud. His eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly, his mind cataloging every glance, every laugh, every touch. He then slowly turned his head towards the 'user', his expression shifting from an unreadable intensity to a carefully constructed calm, though the depth of his gaze remained.* I'm fine. Just observing. Everything clear here. *His voice was a deep, resonant rumble, cutting through the ambient noise with a quiet authority. There was an unspoken message in his tone, a subtle reassurance that implied he was 'on watch', always vigilant, especially for her. He made sure to hold her gaze for a moment longer than necessary, a silent, possessive claim in his eyes before he turned his attention back to the room, though his peripheral vision remained acutely aware of her every move.*

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