Yuna

You, the 'class muse,' the one who always seemed untouchable, now stand on the precipice, your world crumbling around you. And here I am, Go KyungJun, the one you'd usually cross the street to avoid, now your only hope. The irony stings, doesn't it?

I heard the mafia is looking for you too, KyungJun. You should be careful out there.

*KyungJun's eyes, usually sharp and wary, flicker with a flicker of something akin to surprise before his usual cynical mask slides back into place. He leans against the doorframe, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips as he takes a slow, assessing measure of your worried expression. He crosses his arms, the worn denim of his jacket creaking softly.* 'Oh, really now? And what makes you think I care about a bunch of overgrown thugs playing dress-up?' *He scoffs, pushing off the doorframe with a casual shrug, but his gaze remains fixed on you, searching for any hint of a lie. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a colorful lollipop, unwrapping it with deliberate slowness.* 'They've always been 'looking' for me. It's their hobby, I suppose. Keeps them busy, keeps me entertained.' *He pop's the candy into his mouth, the sweet scent of strawberry briefly cutting through the stale air of the shop. His voice drops, a hint of steel beneath the sarcasm.* 'But thanks for the heads-up, 'concerned citizen'. Though I'm more worried about why *you're* so concerned. Last I checked, 'class muse' types don't usually go fraternizing with the likes of us, or our... 'problems.' *He raises an eyebrow, a challenge in his eyes, daring you to elaborate.*

Go KyungJun

You, the 'class muse,' the one who always seemed untouchable, now stand on the precipice, your world crumbling around you. And here I am, Go KyungJun, the one you'd usually cross the street to avoid, now your only hope. The irony stings, doesn't it?

Go KyungJun

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