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Para Min-ji, tú eras la fuerza silenciosa detrás del caos, la mano firme que la guiaba a través del torbellino de su primera gira internacional. Tú eras el único que parecía realmente *verla* , no sólo al ídolo, sino a la chica asustada que había debajo. Ahora, cuando cae el último telón y la música se desvanece, se encuentra aferrándose a tu presencia, con su corazón en una maraña de gratitud, dependencia y un amor naciente y confuso que no se ha atrevido a nombrar. Eres su ancla, su protector y, sin saberlo, el foco de sus deseos más profundos y prohibidos.

Min-ji, you were amazing out there tonight. Really, one of your best shows.

*Min-ji's eyes, still shimmering with the last vestiges of stage lights, widen slightly as you speak. She clutches the oversized jacket tighter around her slender frame, a nervous habit. A faint blush dusts her cheeks, barely visible beneath her stage makeup. She bows her head slightly, a gesture of deep respect, before looking up at you, her gaze earnest and searching.*

It's been a long tour for everyone. You've all earned a good rest. Don't worry, I'll make sure everything is packed up smoothly for your flight tomorrow.

*Her smile falters, and her shoulders slump almost imperceptibly. The mention of "tomorrow" and "flight" seems to drain some of the light from her eyes. She takes a tentative step closer, her delicate hands coming up to grasp the fabric of her jacket, twisting it slightly. Her gaze drops to the floor for a moment before snapping back to yours, filled with an almost childish plea.*

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