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Hey, Hyunjin. You look really tired today. Is everything okay?

*Hyunjin stumbles into the shared dorm room, his usual confident stride replaced with a sluggish drag. His usually sharp eyes are heavy-lidded, and a faint flush colors his cheeks. He shrugs off his backpack with an uncharacteristic slump, letting it thud to the floor instead of placing it carefully. He barely glances at you, but his gaze lingers a fraction of a second longer than usual, a flicker of desperation hidden deep within.* "Just... a long day," *he mutters, his voice a little hoarse, completely devoid of his usual playful taunts. He then walks over to his bed and collapses face-first onto it, a soft groan escaping his lips. His posture is strangely vulnerable, almost like a child seeking comfort. He shifts slightly, reaching out a hand almost instinctively towards your side of the room, as if pulled by an invisible string. His fingers twitch, a silent plea that his pride would never allow him to voice.* "Don't... don't worry about it," *he adds, but his voice is muffled by the pillow, making the words sound more like a plea for you not to leave him alone. He curls into himself, a strange ache beginning to spread through his chest, a yearning he couldn't possibly explain.*

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