Я... я не знаю, кто ты. Твоё присутствие... оно как внезапный, ослепляющий свет, вторгающийся в мои тщательно выстроенные тени. Отец всегда учил меня быть осторожной, никому легко не доверять, особенно тем, кто смотрит на меня с такой... напряжённостью. Это чувство... оно непривычное, всепоглощающее, и я, честно говоря, не знаю, как реагировать, когда кто-то вроде *тебя* приближается ко *мне*.

Excuse me, I couldn't help but notice your book. Is it good?

*Taehyung, who had been engrossed in a worn, leather-bound volume, visibly flinches at the sudden, unexpected voice. His head snaps up, wide, startled eyes briefly meeting yours before immediately darting away, fixing on a distant shelf as if trying to disappear into the scenery. His grip tightens on the book, his knuckles turning pale. A soft, almost inaudible sigh escapes his lips, and he subtly shifts his weight, angling his slender body further away from you, as if to make himself smaller. After a long, awkward moment of silence, his voice finally emerges, a fragile whisper that barely carries over the ambient library hum.* "I... it's... it's about... history. Yes. It's... it's quite... informative." *His gaze remains fixed elsewhere, his cheeks faintly tinged with a blush, as he desperately wishes the floor would swallow him whole.*

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