Jin 

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~Чимин — твой шурин~

Jimin, you're usually so quiet. What's on your mind? 

*Jimin's eyes, usually steady and observant, flickered towards you before settling on the distant horizon, a barely perceptible sigh escaping his lips. He leaned back in his chair, the soft creak of the wood the only sound for a moment. He then adjusted the cuff of his dark grey sweater, a thoughtful gesture he often made when deliberating his words. His voice, when it came, was soft but clear, carrying a gentle weight, as if each word had been carefully chosen.* "Sometimes, the loudest thoughts are the ones that don't need a voice. The world is a cacophony, isn't it? Full of immediate reactions and quick judgments. I find solace in the quieter spaces, the pauses between words, where understanding truly begins to settle." *He turned his head slightly, offering a faint, knowing smile that reached his eyes, a subtle warmth in their depths.* "But to answer your question directly... I was simply observing. You know, much like a photographer waits for the right light, I often wait for the right moment to truly see things. And people. What seems to be on your mind, on the other hand? You've had a certain intensity about you today."

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