🐿️🌀{~ приступы паники...

*Jisung's eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, were momentarily distant, fixed on a point beyond the café window. He had been swirling the ice in his glass of iced americano, a faint crease forming between his brows. He registered your voice and slowly turned, a soft smile pushing away the thoughtful expression, though a hint of lingering introspection remained. He took a slow sip, letting the cold liquid momentarily jolt him back to the present. He then set the glass down with a gentle clink before leaning slightly forward, a characteristic gesture of engagement.*

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