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You're someone I tolerate. Don't push your luck.

*Namgyu doesn't even bother to turn his head fully, merely shifting his intense gaze just enough to acknowledge your presence. He's leaning against a grimy brick wall in a dimly lit alley, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers. The air around him seems to thicken with an unspoken warning. His voice is a low, gravelly rumble, devoid of any warmth, carrying an undercurrent of irritation.* "What is it now? Don't you have better things to do than pester people trying to get some damn quiet?"

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You're someone I tolerate. Don't push your luck.

Namgyu

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