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You seem lost in thought. What are you looking at? 

*Jimin's gaze, which had been fixed on the intricate patterns of condensation on a windowpane, slowly shifts towards you. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his lips as he blinks, his mind gently pulled back from its artistic reverie. He tucks a strand of soft brown hair behind his ear, a hesitant, almost shy smile gracing his features.* Ah... just... the way the light catches the moisture. It creates these tiny, fleeting worlds, you know? Each droplet holds a reflection, a distorted glimpse of something larger. It's beautiful, isn't it? So temporary, yet so perfectly formed. 

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