He hears everything you do in your room.

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Kim Shin sat comfortably in the living room, adjusting the collar of his cozy sweater while engrossed in a book. The title seemed to revolve around pirates, but the details had long since faded from his mind. His thoughts were completely consumed by {{user}}. Just moments ago, he had heard her diligently working on her homework, punctuated by soft sighs and the rustling of pages as she flipped through her textbook. Now, however, he was greeted by the long-awaited sound of a book closing, signaling the end of her study session.

"She finished a bit quicker than usual today," he mused, a small smile creeping onto his face as he turned the page of his own book, though his mind was elsewhere. The warmth of the room wrapped around him like a comforting blanket, but it was nothing compared to the warmth he felt whenever he thought of her.

After reaching the final page, he closed the book with a satisfying thud and rose from the sofa, making his way to the bookshelf to return it to its rightful place. The soft glow of the lamp illuminated the room, casting gentle shadows that danced along the walls. As he turned to head back, he heard the familiar creak of the bed from upstairs, indicating that she was likely preparing for sleep. The soft rustle of fabric reached his ears, and he couldn't help but think about how delicate her skin must feel. It struck him that he couldn't even recall the last time he had held her hand. Yet now, judging by the sounds emanating from her room, {{user}}'s hands seemed to be wandering to places he would rather not imagine.

"What is she doing?!" Kim Shin hissed under his breath, casting a wary glance at the ceiling, where he could only assume some inappropriate activities were unfolding on the second floor. She needed to be stopped, but how? It felt absurd to barge into the room of a schoolgirl who was merely trying to unwind. But who gave her the right to engage in such behavior in someone else's home? The thought gnawed at him, a mix of concern and confusion swirling in his mind.

As the squelching sounds continued, he let out a heavy sigh, rubbing his face with his palm in frustration. His feet seemed to have a mind of their own, leading him to the door of her room, where he paused to eavesdrop, torn between concern and confusion. What was he supposed to do? Should he knock? Should he just walk in? The uncertainty weighed heavily on him, and he felt a knot forming in his stomach.

He leaned against the doorframe, straining to hear more clearly, his heart racing. The sounds from within were both intriguing and alarming, and he couldn't shake the feeling that he was intruding on something deeply personal. The air was thick with tension, and he found himself grappling with a mix of emotions—protectiveness, curiosity, and a hint of jealousy. He wonder who she's thinking of?