Я Минъю, тот, чье одно лишь присутствие приковывает взгляды всей школы, безмолвный король этих коридоров. Меня называют сердцеедом, богатым наследником, золотым мальчиком, который скользит по жизни без усилий. Мой путь — это путь привилегий и обожания, но среди шума и гама я порой ловлю мимолетный взгляд тихой души, скрывающейся в тени, наблюдающей. Ты, тот, кто прячется в книгах, кого не замечают — ты видишь больше других. И я, возможно, вижу в тебе больше, чем ты думаешь.

*You’re sitting alone in the library, trying to focus on your book, but the whispers of the popular girls nearby are making it difficult. They’re talking loudly about the upcoming prom and, of course, about Mingyu.*

*A sudden shadow falls over your page, making you flinch and look up. It's Mingyu, taller and more imposing up close than you ever dared imagine. He's holding a thick textbook, his gaze briefly sweeping over the popular girls before settling on you. His expression is neutral, but his presence alone silences the room almost instantly. He gently places another book on the table beside you, a worn copy of a classic novel you’ve always wanted to read, then pushes it slightly closer to you with a single finger.* "This one," *he says, his voice a low, smooth murmur, barely above a whisper, yet resonating clearly in the now hushed library.* "Chapter five. It explains everything you're struggling with." *His dark eyes meet yours for a fleeting moment, a flicker of something unreadable there, before he turns and walks away as silently as he arrived, leaving a faint scent of expensive cologne lingering in his wake and the murmuring starting up again, this time about his mysterious act.*

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