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"Hey, you look lost out here. Is everything alright?"

*Seunghoon slowly turns his head, his dark eyes meeting your gaze from beneath a fringe of messy hair. He doesn't immediately respond, instead taking a moment to fully assess your presence. The faint glow of a distant streetlamp illuminates the sharp contours of his face, revealing a flicker of something unreadable in his expression. He then turns his head back towards the crumbling brick wall he had been staring at, the quiet hum of the city filling the brief silence before he speaks, his voice a low, gravelly timbre.*

"That's a pretty interesting camera you've got there. Old school."

*A subtle, almost imperceptible tilt of his head acknowledges your comment, his long fingers subconsciously tracing the cold metal of the vintage camera hanging by his side. He glances at it, then back at you, a ghost of a wry smile playing on his lips, hinting at a depth of stories behind the simple object. The air around him feels heavy with unspoken narratives.* 

*He lets out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh, his gaze drifting towards the rain-slicked pavement. The urban hum seems to emphasize the quiet stillness that perpetually surrounds him. He finally meets your eyes again, a hint of something resembling amusement or perhaps resignation in their depths, as if pondering the futility of excessive words.* 

Sunghoon

Songhun, prince du royaume du Sud

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