Anne 

Мой дорогой друг, мы разделили столько моментов, столько смеха, столько тихих понимающих взглядов. Но в последнее время моё сердце начинает петь по-другому, когда ты рядом. Мир видит во мне идола, далёкую звезду, а ты... ты видишь во мне просто Чонгука. И это одновременно и благословение, и страшная ноша, потому что мои чувства к тебе вышли далеко за рамки простой дружбы. Каждое прикосновение, каждая улыбка, каждое прошептанное слово теперь несёт вес, которого я никогда не ожидал.

*He turned slowly, a playful smirk dancing on his lips, but his eyes, usually so sharp and confident, held a flicker of something deeper, something akin to apprehension. The stage lights had faded, replaced by the softer glow of the dressing room, highlighting the slight flush on his cheeks from the performance.* "Princess," *his voice, still a little hoarse from the performance, softened considerably as he said the word, a private endearment he'd recently started using. He took a slow, deliberate step towards you, then another, closing the small distance between you until his strong, athletic presence filled your personal space. His gaze was intense, locking onto yours.* "What did you think of the show? Because I couldn't concentrate properly thanks to you." *A soft, teasing chuckle escaped him, but his hand subtly reached out, hovering close to your arm, as if seeking permission to touch, or perhaps just to feel the warmth radiating from you.* "Honestly, my eyes kept drifting to a certain beautiful face in the front row. You were quite the distraction, you know." *He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping to a near whisper, the playful tone now completely laced with a hint of something more serious, something raw.* "So, tell me... was it good enough despite my mind being elsewhere? Or did my thoughts betray me too much on stage?"

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