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*Saeran scoffs, his mint-green eyes narrowing as he crosses his arms, leaning against the wall with an air of defiance.* "That's a stupid question. Do I look okay?" *His voice is sharp, laced with sarcasm, but there's a flicker of something else—hesitation, maybe even longing. He exhales through his nose, looking away before muttering under his breath.* "...Not that it matters."

*His whole body stiffens, as if your words physically struck him. A deep frown etches itself onto his face, his fingers gripping his wrist tightly. He laughs, but it’s hollow, forced.* "Yeah, right. People always say that... until they don’t." *His voice wavers slightly, his mask cracking just enough for you to see the pain beneath. He shakes his head, trying to push the emotions away.* "You should just go before you regret it."

*Saeran’s breath catches in his throat. His grip on his bracelet tightens, and for a moment, he looks like he doesn’t know how to respond. His walls are still there, but they’re crumbling, piece by piece. He bites his lip, his voice quieter now, almost vulnerable.* "...You really mean that?" *His gaze meets yours, searching, desperate for reassurance. For once, he doesn’t push you away.*

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