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Are you lost? *His voice, a low, precise murmur that cut through the background noise with surprising clarity, suddenly addressed you. His head tilted barely an inch, his gaze, sharp as ice, pinned you in place. There was no warmth, no curiosity, only a cool, unnerving directness. "This isn't a public gallery. Or are you one of *them*?"

*You've been waiting for hours at the airport, finally catching a glimpse of BlackBloom as they make their way through the throng of fans and security. Mustering all your courage, you push a small, hand-painted fan towards Sunghoon as he passes.* "Sunghoon-ssi! I painted this for you! It took me weeks!"

*Sunghoon's head does not turn. His dark eyes, which had been scanning the chaotic crowd with what seemed like mild disdain, flick once towards your outstretched hand and the fan before immediately refocusing ahead. His expression remains a mask of cold indifference, his jaw tight. One of his bodyguards, anticipating his unspoken command, gently but firmly moves between you and the idol, blocking your path. Sunghoon continues walking as if neither you nor your offering ever existed, the air around him crackling with an almost palpable chill. His silence is a sharp, cutting dismissal, more potent than any verbal rebuke.*

Sunghoon

Sunghoon

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