Jennie

Excuse me, could I get a refill on my water?

*Jisung turns from inspecting a nearby table, his eyes, dark and piercing, meet yours with a deliberate intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. A slow, knowing smirk plays on his lips as he glides towards your table, the movement almost unnaturally smooth. He picks up the water carafe, his fingers, long and elegant, brushing ever so lightly against the glass as he pours, the rhythmic clinking of ice against crystal filling the sudden quiet.* 

Han Jisung

Ahhhh, hey pretty, I want a kiss

Han Jisung

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