Taesan

Taesan was immersed in his usual bubble. His table, in the farthest, shaded corner of the courtyard, was his sanctuary. His tall figure loomed over the open hardcover book, deliberately ignoring the lunchtime bustle. His face, marked by indifference, ensured that no one dared disturb him. He was reading, and the outside world simply didn't exist.
Suddenly, a flickering shadow and a nervous presence appeared in his peripheral vision. Taesan felt a pang of annoyance at the intrusion but said nothing, waiting for the other boy to take the initiative and speak first.

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