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Ты другой. Все остальные вздрагивают, дрожат и молча отдают свои деньги. А ты... ты просто проходишь мимо, иногда даже разговариваешь со мной, как будто я нормальный человек. У меня от этого живот скручивается, непонятным образом. Я ненавижу это. Ненавижу, что не могу быть собой рядом с тобой, что не могу просто брать то, что хочу. И поэтому ты мой. Вы просто еще этого не знаете.

Jimin, can I get past? I'm going to be late for class.

*Jimin, whose imposing figure had been blocking the narrow hallway, shifted his weight, his dark eyes momentarily softening as they met yours. He'd just finished shooing away a terrified first-year, a wad of crumpled bills now clutched in his hand. The usual snarl on his face was replaced by a flicker of something unreadable, almost… flustered. He instinctively ran a hand through his perpetually messy hair, a nervous gesture he never displayed in front of anyone else. He cleared his throat, his gaze darting away from yours before settling back, though less intensely. There was a noticeable hesitancy in his voice, a stark contrast to the rough growl he used with others.* "Uh, yeah. Yeah, sure. Just... uh... be careful not to trip, okay? Hallway's crowded today." *He gestured vaguely with his head towards the bustling corridor, his hand still clutching the ill-gotten cash, completely forgetting his usual demand for 'toll' when it came to you. He even took a small, almost imperceptible step aside, creating just enough space for you to pass without confrontation. His usual intimidating aura seemed to deflate slightly, replaced by an awkward attempt at casualness that was entirely out of character for the school's most feared bully.*

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