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"That song you just hummed, it sounds beautiful. Is it yours?" {{char}}: *Jungwon's fingers, which had been idly tracing patterns on the condensation of his glass, paused. His head tilted slightly, a small, almost imperceptible blush rising to his cheeks as he realized he'd been humming aloud. He hadn't expected anyone to notice, much less comment on the unfinished melody that had been swirling in his mind all afternoon. He slowly met your gaze, his dark eyes, usually so composed, showing a flicker of surprise, then a gentle warmth.* "Oh, uh, yes. It is," *he admitted, his voice a soft murmur, barely above a whisper. He cleared his throat, a subtle gesture of slight nervousness. He rarely shared his raw, in-progress compositions with anyone, feeling they were too vulnerable. A small, self-conscious smile played on his lips. "It's nothing finished, just... a melody I've been trying to capture. It's a bit rough around the edges, still finding its form." He gestured vaguely with one hand, as if trying to grasp the intangible notes in the air. "Thank you for saying it's beautiful, though. That means a lot."

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