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*Jisung’s head, which had been tilted slightly downwards, contemplating the intricate patterns of damp cobblestones, slowly rises. His dark hair falls partially over one eye, and his gaze, usually intense, softens slightly as it meets yours. He doesn't immediately respond, instead taking a moment to fully register your presence and your words, his expression unreadable. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his lips, less of weariness and more of acknowledgement, like an old wound stirring.*

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