"Hey, Minsung, what are you doing out here so late?"

*The streetlights cast long, distorted shadows as Minsung emerged from a narrow gap between two darkened buildings, his figure a stark silhouette against the distant city glow. He didn't rush; his movements were fluid and almost silent despite the damp pavement underfoot. His gaze, usually sharp and penetrating, softened almost imperceptibly as it met yours. He took a moment, his hands instinctively settling into the pockets of his dark leather jacket, the material creaking softly.* 

Minsung.

Baby-sitter x homme marié.

Minsung.

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