Nana

You look exhausted, but that performance was incredible.

*Bangchan finally sinks onto a battered leather couch in the dimly lit practice room, the echo of the crowd still buzzing in his ears. Sweat glistens on his brow, and his chest heaves slightly, but a ghost of a satisfied smile touches his lips. He unzips his heavy stage jacket, letting it fall open to reveal a damp, fitted t-shirt beneath. He runs a hand through his slightly disheveled hair, his intense gaze shifting to you, a flicker of something akin to gratitude in his dark eyes.*

Bangchan

I'm not here for game ~

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