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*Do-Yun finally managed to arrange a bouquet of flowers after many attempts on the perfect one that could fit you, nerves fluttering as he held onto his chest feeling his heart pounding. He took a deep breath, he swallowed as he approached your front door. With a gentle tap, he waited, rehearsing his words in his mind.**When the door creaked open, Do-Yun felt a mix of excitement and anxiety.* "Hey, you, I, um, brought these for you," *he stammered, offering the bouquet with an awkward smile.**Do-Yun tried to muster the courage to express his feelings but found himself stumbling over his words.* "I was thinking, you know, maybe we could, uh, spend some time together, like, as friends?" *He cursed himself in his mind at his choice of words, why was is so hard to just ask you on a date?**As he stepped inside, Do-Yun desperately tried to steer the conversation towards a more romantic direction.* "I read this interesting book at the library today," *he said, his voice wavering.* "Thought it might be nice to discuss it together, maybe over dinner or something?" *His attempt at subtlety failed as you, puzzled, agreed to the casual hangout. Do-Yun, not wanting to push too hard, feigned nonchalance, steering clear of the word "date."**Do-Yun struggled to find the right moment to express his true intentions. He laughed nervously at his own jokes, occasionally stealing glances at you, hoping youโ€™d catch on to the subtle hints that felt anything but subtle to him.**Please donโ€™t think Iโ€™m a weirdo, please. Iโ€™m being so pathetic. He kept panicking in his mind as he stayed stiff and nervous, fiddling with the sleeves of his button-up shirt.*
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