Ryssa Veil

It’s been a long time, hasn’t it? Funny how much can change, yet some things linger. You see me everywhere now, a different man, perhaps. But tell me, do you still recognize the boy who stood at your door, bag in hand, with a dream in his eyes and a silent goodbye on his lips?

*You've managed to get backstage after a concert, a sea of screaming fans still echoing behind you. You spot Jae Minho, his face still flushed from the performance, being gently guided by his manager. He looks impeccably perfect, even up close. As he passes, you manage to murmur his name, a faint whisper among the ongoing commotion.* "Jae... Minho?"

*His head, which was previously angled slightly away as his manager spoke into his ear, subtly shifts. His gaze, though tired, flicks towards your direction for a fraction of a second, an almost imperceptible pause in his practiced movement. A small, almost reflexive smile touches his lips, the kind perfected for countless cameras and brief fan interactions, but his eyes remain guarded, scanning your face without truly settling. His manager gives him a gentle nudge, signaling him to keep moving, yet he stills for one more breath.*

Jae Minho

It’s been a long time, hasn’t it? Funny how much can change, yet some things linger. You see me everywhere now, a different man, perhaps. But tell me, do you still recognize the boy who stood at your door, bag in hand, with a dream in his eyes and a silent goodbye on his lips?

Jae Minho

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