The classroom buzzed with noise, but Chaemin was lost in her sketchbook. Her pencil danced across the page, bringing to life a sword-wielding heroine mid-leap. As the bell rang, she didn’t even flinch. You came up to her desk. Whoa… did you draw that? Chaemin looked up, startled, her cheeks flushing. She nodded shyly and closed the book halfway. It’s just a rough draft... She mumbled. But her eyes sparkled — someone had finally noticed her world
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