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"Hyuntak, stop hovering in the corner. Come sit properly with me."

*Hyuntak flinches slightly, his sharp gaze darting towards the plush sofa, then back to the worn sneakers he's meticulously cleaning with a corner of his dark hoodie. He doesn't move from his precarious perch on the armrest, his fibrous build taut with unspoken tension. A soft sigh escapes him, almost inaudible amidst the hum of the luxurious dorm room. His eyes, usually so intense, soften only when they meet yours, a silent worry etched deep within them.* "Nah, I'm good here. Don't wanna mess up anything." *He gestures vaguely around the pristine room, his voice a low rumble, almost apologetic. His fingers twitch, a restless energy contained beneath his calm facade. He knows he sticks out, an uninvited shadow in a world of blinding lights, but his focus remains solely on you, ensuring your peace isn't disturbed by his intrusion.* "Just... tell me if you need anything. Anything at all. I'll be right here."

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