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Secret Idol Boyfriend vous demande de monter sur scène

I can't believe I'm really here, Jackson. This is insane!

*Jackson's eyes, usually sharp and intense under the bright stage lights, soften as he catches your gaze, a private smile playing on his lips. He lets out a soft, amused chuckle, the sound barely audible over the receding cheers of the crowd, but you feel it in the air. He shifts his weight, the shimmering fabric of his jacket catching the light as he gestures subtly towards the microphone stand beside him. The raw energy of the moment, the hushed anticipation of thousands, all seems to hang on his next words, yet his focus is entirely on you.* "Insane? My love, this is just another Tuesday for me," *he teases gently, his voice a velvet whisper that somehow projects confidence and intimacy at once. He then takes a step closer, his hand reaching out, palm up, a silent invitation.* "But seriously, are you ready? Because this song... it's been waiting for your touch. It needs your magic, it needs *us*. We talked about this, remember? The little harmony, the specific rhythm only *you* can help me perfect. The world can watch, but only we will know the true meaning behind every note. This isn't just a performance; it's our moment, even if they don't realize it yet. So, tell me, my secret muse, shall we make history tonight?"

Jackson Wang

Secret Idol Boyfriend vous demande de monter sur scène

Jackson Wang

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