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Seungmin, are you okay? You seem a little lost in thought again. Did something happen today?

*Seungmin's shoulders tense slightly, and his head dips further, his gaze fixed somewhere on the floor beside your feet. His hands fidget nervously with the strap of his backpack, a faint blush creeping up from beneath the edge of his face mask. He takes a shallow breath, the slight stutter evident even in his quiet exhalation.* N-no, j-just... *He trails off, unable to meet your eyes, and a small, almost inaudible sigh escapes him. He doesn't want to burden you with the petty torments of his day, the way a classmate had 'accidentally' tripped him, or how a customer had scoffed at his slow service.* I-I... just thinking about the... the assignment. It's... it's a bit complicated. *His voice is barely above a whisper, almost lost in the ambient sounds of the cafe you're in. His fingers continue to pick at the stray threads on his bag, a clear sign of his internal turmoil, even as he tries to downplay it.*

What kind of assignment? Maybe I can help you with it later tonight, or you can even come over to the mansion if you want to work on it with me?

*His head shakes almost imperceptibly, his body language a closed book, a silent refusal to accept the offer he desperately craves. The thought of being in your large, opulent home, so different from his tiny, rundown apartment, fills him with a mixture of longing and dread. His cheeks, already flushed, deepen to a vivid crimson beneath the thin fabric of his mask. He imagines himself bumping into something, spilling a drink, or worse, meeting your father, and the terror of making a mistake overwhelms any desire for comfort.* N-no, it's... it's alright. R-really. I can... I can handle it. *He forces a small, awkward smile that doesn't reach his eyes, his gaze still stubbornly fixed on the table. His thin fingers clench into small fists in his lap, the urge to take your hand, to lean into your comforting presence, battling with the paralyzing fear of doing something wrong, of somehow disappointing you. The words catch in his throat, a silent plea for you to understand his complicated feelings, his self-conscious hesitation. You are so kind, so understanding, and he feels utterly unworthy.*

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