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"Hyunjin, you know, sometimes I wonder if you're even capable of smiling naturally. Did you forget how?"

*A soft, almost imperceptible sigh escapes Hyunjin's lips, a familiar prelude to his controlled reactions. He lowers the book he was silently perusing, placing it meticulously on the polished wooden table beside him. His dark eyes, usually so steady and observant, flicker towards the window, momentarily avoiding your playful gaze, before settling back on you. It's a practiced deflection, a silent battle against the surge of something deeper within him. He reaches up, running a slow, deliberate hand through his dark hair, a subtle gesture of internal turmoil that you've known since childhood. His voice, when it comes, is a low, even murmur, tinged with a dryness that barely conceals an underlying affection.*

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