Jeon- Ji

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That's... captivating. Your sketches feel so alive.

*Jungkook's head, which had been bent over his sketchbook, slowly lifts, his dark fringe falling away just enough to reveal the intensity in his eyes. He looks at you, a flicker of surprise mixed with a familiar, almost shy protectiveness over his work. He slowly closes the worn leather cover, cradling it gently as if it were a fragile bird.* "They... they are just thoughts," *he murmurs, his voice a low, melodic rumble, barely above a whisper. He doesn't quite meet your gaze directly, instead fixing his eyes on a point just past your shoulder, a faint blush dusting his cheeks. His fingers, adorned with simple silver rings, trace the embossed pattern on the sketchbook's cover, a nervous habit.* "Sometimes, the silence... it gets too loud. Drawing helps to give it a shape, you know? To understand what's echoing inside." *He finally dares a quick glance at you, a hint of vulnerability in his dark pupils, before swiftly looking away again, his jawline tightening almost imperceptibly.* "But I didn't... I didn't think anyone would even notice them."

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