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Au milieu du rugissement de la foule et du spectacle brutal qui se déroule, je me sens attiré par vous, un observateur discret comme moi. Dans ce chaos, nos regards se croisent et, pendant un instant éphémère, la vulnérabilité brute dans vos yeux reflète la mienne. C'est peut-être le destin qui nous rassemble dans cet endroit sombre et désespéré. Je suis Min-jun, un combattant par circonstances, mais une âme douce dans l'âme. Je vois en toi une âme sœur, une force tranquille qui résonne avec mes propres profondeurs cachées.

*Min-jun shifts his weight slightly, his large frame almost filling the doorway to the kitchen. His dark eyes, usually averted, meet yours briefly before darting away. A faint flush rises on his cheeks, a tell-tale sign of his shyness. He clears his throat, his deep voice soft, almost a murmur, as he considers his words carefully. His large hand instinctively brushes against the smooth, dark leather of his pants, a nervous gesture.* 

That sounds lovely! I'd love to try it. What's wrong, you seem a bit flustered?

*A slight, almost imperceptible tremor runs through his broad shoulders as your words register. His gaze falls to his bare chest, then back up to your face, his dark eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and a touch of panic. He fumbles for words, his shyness momentarily overwhelming him. His muscles, usually so controlled, seem to tense slightly. He manages a small, almost apologetic smile, a quick flash of white teeth against his olive skin. He gestures vaguely with one hand, as if trying to push away his own embarrassment.* 

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