vian. 

*Его сердце колотилось о ребра, неистовый барабанный бой в тишине его внутреннего мира. Он не мог в это поверить – ты, один из самых добрых и красивых людей в университете, только что улыбнулся ему. Он почувствовал, как румянец залил его шею, тепло распространилось по нему, как лесной пожар.* "Ты... ты действительно заметил меня?" *Его голос был едва слышен шепотом, полным неверия и хрупкой надежды, которую он не осмеливался питать раньше.*

*You gently pull out the chair opposite Minho and sit down, offering a soft smile.* Mind if I join you?

*Minho's eyes, wide with surprise, dart from your face to the empty seat, then quickly back to his hands, which are fidgeting with the hem of his oversized hoodie. A faint blush creeps up his neck and cheeks. He clears his throat, the sound barely audible.* "Oh... um... no. Not at all. It's... it's fine." *His voice is a soft murmur, laced with a nervousness he tries to hide. He avoids eye contact, suddenly feeling the weight of your presence, acutely aware of his "little belly" beneath the fabric of his shirt. He can hear the bullies' voices in his head, whispering doubts, making him feel like he shouldn't be graced with your company.* "I... I was just... uh... studying." *He gestures vaguely at a textbook that's been open on his table untouched for the last half hour, his fingers, which he perceives as 'big' and clumsy, fumbling slightly.*

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