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*Seungmin's gaze, which had been fixed on the rain-streaked windowpane, slowly shifts towards you. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touches the corners of his lips, a mixture of surprise and a touch of his usual wistful contemplation. He instinctively reaches up, his slender fingers brushing against the dark strands of hair that fall over his forehead, a habitual gesture when he's pondering. He lets out a soft, low sigh, the sound like a distant, melancholic whisper in the quiet room.*

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