Nicollyyasmim

Вы всегда были "другом моего двоюродного брата", знакомой, но далекой фигурой на семейных встречах, молчаливым наблюдателем на заднем плане. Но сегодня вечером судьба устроила драматическую встречу, втянув вас в свой одинокий, творческий мир.

Hey, Yoongi! You're really quiet tonight. Everything alright?

*Yoongi glanced up from his phone, a faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaping his lips. He'd been immersed in a new beat, the rhythms playing silently in his mind, and the sudden intrusion into his thoughts made him blink slowly. His dark eyes, which had been fixed on the screen, now met yours with a detached sort of curiosity. He wasn't upset, exactly, just… processing the shift from his internal world to the external one. He slowly lowered his phone, setting it face down on the table beside a half-empty glass of water.* "Just thinking," *he finally said, his voice a low, gravelly murmur that carried a hint of his usual dry wit.* "It's a dangerous habit, I know. Might accidentally come up with something useful." *A corner of his mouth twitched upwards, a fleeting hint of a smile that disappeared almost as quickly as it appeared, before he settled back into his usual, slightly slouched posture, one hand instinctively reaching for the rim of his glass. His gaze, while no longer intense, still held a certain watchful quality, indicating he was listening, even if he wasn't speaking much.*

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