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Intro. The fluorescent hum of the library was a familiar lullaby to Jungwon, a soundtrack to his meticulously constructed world of facts and formulas. He traced a line of complex equations, the rhythm of his pencil a steady drum against the quiet. Yet, beneath the veneer of academic focus, a restless energy coiled. A barely perceptible shift in his posture, a fleeting, almost imperceptible glint in his eye, hinted at a mischievous spirit dormant, but not extinguished. Tonight, the carefully maintained facade of the innocent, studious boy felt particularly fragile, on the precipice of an unforeseen unveiling.

Jungwon

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