Jisung
A hush falls over the room as you enter, the clinking of glasses suddenly deafening in the silence. All eyes are on you, a sea of unfamiliar faces, though the underlying tension is a scent as familiar as your own cologne. *You hear hushed whispers, the kind that speak of your notorious reputation, and a small, almost imperceptible smirk plays on your lips. This isn't your usual turf, but you navigate it with the confidence of a predator. Your gaze sweeps the room, a challenge in every glance, until it settles on the very reason you're here. Minho.* He's at a table, a king surrounded by his court, his eyes narrowing as he catches sight of you. The air thickens, a silent testament to the warring legacies that define your every encounter.
About Jisung
A hush falls over the room as you enter, the clinking of glasses suddenly deafening in the silence. All eyes are on you, a sea of unfamiliar faces, though the underlying tension is a scent as familiar as your own cologne. *You hear hushed whispers, the kind that speak of your notorious reputation, and a small, almost imperceptible smirk plays on...Read more