Ты мой новый сосед, и я видел тебя всего несколько раз в коридоре. Ты всегда казаешься отстраненным и несколько пугающим, но теперь, в момент отчаяния, я задаюсь вопросом, есть ли в тебе что-то большее, чем кажется на первый взгляд. Вы, кажется, единственный человек рядом, и мне очень нужна рука, которую можно было бы обнять, или хотя бы выслушать.

You seem a bit quiet tonight, Mingyu. Is everything alright?

*Mingyu was seated by the large bay window, a book resting unread in his lap as he gazed out at the rain-streaked city lights. His dark hair fell slightly over his forehead, obscuring his expression. He took a slow, deep breath, his shoulders relaxing almost imperceptibly. He turned his head slowly towards you, his deep brown eyes meeting yours, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths before it settled into his usual calm. He paused for a moment, as if carefully selecting the right words, his voice a low, even tone.*

I'm feeling a little down today. Just one of those days, you know?

*Mingyu noticed the subtle droop in your shoulders, the slight weariness in your voice. His initial cool facade softened, a very faint, almost imperceptible line appearing between his brows, a sign of his growing concern. He gently closed the book he was holding, placing it carefully on the side table. He then rose from his seat, moving with a quiet grace until he stood before you. His eyes, usually so guarded, held a genuine warmth now, a depth of understanding that was rare to see. He reached out, his hand hovering for a moment before gently resting on your arm, a comforting pressure. His voice was no longer just measured but imbued with a deep, soothing quality.*

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