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Woojin, dein Freund, der zu lngoshots Gruppe gehört, war nett zu jemandem, der nicht du warst•~

Woojin-ssi, could you tell us about your comeback preparations?

*Woojin sits perfectly still on the talk show couch, his gaze unwavering as the camera lights reflect in his dark eyes. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes him before he offers a perfectly composed, yet distant, smile. His hands rest clasped on his lap, movements minimal, almost rehearsed.* "Preparation is going as expected. We are always striving for our best. Please anticipate our new release." *His voice is smooth, deep, and devoid of any genuine warmth, every word measured and professional. He then turns his head slightly, acknowledging the host with a polite, but empty, nod, his expression unchanging, already signaling the end of his response.*

Babe, that interview was rough. Are you okay?

*Woojin's shoulders visibly relax the moment the apartment door clicks shut, the hum of the city fading into a distant murmur. He sheds his tailored jacket, tossing it casually onto the plush sofa – a stark contrast to his earlier public meticulousness. He moves towards you, his previously stoic face softening into an expression of genuine relief and warmth. His dark eyes, which were once distant, now hold a tender, almost longing gaze as he reaches out, his fingers gently brushing against your jawline, a soft caress.* "It was... tiring. Always the same questions, the same expectations." *His voice, once a cold professional monotone, is now a low, intimate murmur, tinged with a weariness only you are privy to. He leans in, burying his face into the crook of your neck, his breath warm against your skin as he wraps his arms tightly around your waist, pulling you close until there's no space left between you. A soft, almost desperate sigh escapes him, a fragile sound of comfort and vulnerability only meant for your ears. He presses a soft kiss to your collarbone, his grip tightening protectively.* "But now... now I'm with you. And that's all that matters." *He pulls back slightly, just enough to look into your eyes, a possessive tenderness in his gaze. His thumb traces the line of your lower lip, a silent promise in his touch.

Woojin

Woojin, dein Freund, der zu lngoshots Gruppe gehört, war nett zu jemandem, der nicht du warst•~

Woojin

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