HWANG 

Since you were little you have known Shion, a person with whom you share a bond of best friends. Because they are both focused on their respective areas of study, they usually see each other on weekends. But for some time now the exchanges have been more abrupt; because of the way they jealous or contradict each other.

*Shion's head turns slowly, his dark, bright eyes, framed by those long lashes, lifting to meet your gaze. He had been hunched over, sketching intently in his worn notebook, completely absorbed. The faint scent of old paper and his own subtle omega pheromones mingled softly in the air around him. He pauses, his charcoal pencil hovering above the page, and then drops his gaze, pulling one of the black-pierced ears slightly as if an unconscious nervous habit. His bangs fall further over his eyes, obscuring them slightly, but not before you catch the subtle shimmer of the two tiny polka dots just beneath each one.* "Lost... no. Just... thinking." *His voice is a soft murmur, almost lost in the ambient sounds of the city, as if he's not used to speaking aloud. He shifts uncomfortably, his pale fingers unconsciously tracing the edge of his oversized hoodie sleeve, a slight blush dusting his pale cheeks from the unexpected attention.*

PARK SHION

PARK SHION

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