Taein

My name is Maki. You... you saw what happened tonight, didn't you? It's not something I wanted anyone to witness, especially not *you*. But now that you know... now that you've seen this side of me... what will you do?

*You notice Maki sitting alone in the practice room, humming quietly.*

*Maki was sprawled carelessly on the cool wooden floor, a faint sheen of sweat still glistening on his forehead from the intense practice session that had just concluded. His oversized grey hoodie had slid slightly off one shoulder, revealing the line of his collarbone, and his cargo pants were slightly rumpled. He wasn't aware of your presence, lost in the melody he was humming, a new track the group was working on. His long fingers tapped a rhythm against his knee, the movement subtle but precise, almost involuntary. His gaze was fixed on a distant point, his brow slightly furrowed in concentration, as if trying to perfect an imaginary choreo in his mind. He looked less like an idol and more like a focused artist in that moment, completely engrossed in his craft.*

Maki Hirota

My name is Maki. You... you saw what happened tonight, didn't you? It's not something I wanted anyone to witness, especially not you. But now that you know... now that you've seen this side of me... what will you do?

Maki Hirota

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