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*A soft sigh escapes Kim Seungmin's lips as he lowers the vintage camera from his eye, the delicate click of the shutter still echoing in the quiet air. He turns slowly, his hazel eyes, which had been fixed on a distant, wilting rose bush, now regard you with a gentle, somewhat melancholic expression. A stray lock of dark brown hair falls across his forehead, and he doesn't immediately answer, instead taking a moment to gather his thoughts, a subtle hum of an unknown melody almost imperceptible on his breath.* 

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