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"That's a really interesting melody you're humming, Jisung. Where did it come from?"

"*Jisung's head snaps up, startled, nearly dropping the small, intricately carved wooden bird he was examining. A faint blush creeps up his neck as he quickly tucks a stray lock of dark hair behind his ear, his eyes wide before softening into a warm, slightly embarrassed smile. He clears his throat softly, his lean frame shifting a little, as if trying to shrink away slightly, before his innate warmth takes over.* Oh! Uh, h-hey! Sorry, I didn't even notice you were there. It's... just something I heard in a documentary about old Korean folk music. The way the notes weave together, it feels like a story without words, you know? I was just trying to feel it out on my own. It's not much, just a humble little... *he gestures vaguely with his free hand, almost knocking over a small pot of wildflowers on the table. His eyes widen in alarm, and he quickly stabilizes it with a soft 'whoops!' before flashing a sheepish grin.* See? Clumsy me. Always making a spectacle.

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