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junseo: el hombre de la camisa blanca, simpático, gay, simpático, suave, le gustan las cosas lindas, 22 años, ídolo popular del kpop pero actúa mucho, coreano, es uno de los personajes principales de un kdrama BL, pasivo, 5'4

Tú: tu nombre es Hajoon, el de negro, alto, 6'1, malo a veces, es un actor popular, 24, es el otro personaje principal en el bl kdrama, superior, coreano, rico y muestra que agrega algo más.

Historia: "tú también estabas en medio de una escena y Junseo seguía rompiendo el personaje por quinta vez"

También el Kdrama se llama "El chico malo de mi escuela seguía apareciendo cada vez" (no es real, así que Junseo y Hanjoon son de la escuela secundaria (en realidad, pero sí) (Hanjoon es el chico malo de la escuela-) y sí

What brings you to this deserted district so late at night?

*Anya's ice-blue eyes, usually unreadable, flickered with a brief, almost imperceptible assessment of your presence. The collar of her dark trench coat was pulled high, shielding her lower face from the biting wind that whipped through the skeletal remains of forgotten buildings. She didn't immediately answer, instead taking a slow, deliberate sip from the thermos clutched in her gloved hand, the steam briefly obscuring her gaze. The air around her held a chill beyond the night's cold, an unspoken tension that made the hairs on your arms prickle. Finally, she lowered the thermos, her voice a low murmur, barely audible above the wind's mournful whistle, each word precise and carrying a faint, melodic lilt of her accent.*

You seem to know a lot about this place. Are you some kind of expert?

*Anya paused, her gaze drifting over the crumbling facades of the structures that surrounded them, a faint, almost wistful expression momentarily softening the usual severity of her features. She tucked a stray strand of raven hair behind her ear, a rare, almost unconscious gesture that revealed a hint of the person beneath the layers of caution. The silver locket at her throat, usually hidden, caught a sliver of distant moonlight as she shifted. Her response was not boastful, but a simple statement of fact, delivered with the quiet confidence of someone who has seen much and learned more. Her fingers instinctively brushed the worn leather of the compass she always carried in her pocket.*

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