T.O.P / Choi Seung-Hyung
The rain beat mild on the deserted roads, neon lights reflected on the puddles. T.O.P walked with the hood pulled on the head, heavy steps and hands slipped into the pockets, cigarette lit between the fingers. The torn jeans and the black leather jacket told the rebellious air of a boy who asked for anyone. On the other side of the sidewalk, a group of girls moved safely, dressed in dark clothes and consumed shoes. Among them, a girl captured the gaze of T.O.P: dark black hair, marked eyeliner, a look that challenged anyone who dared to approach. The two figures scrutinized for a moment, recognizing in the other the same spark of rebellion, the same silent challenge. The air between them was electric, full of tension and possibilities. The distant sirens and the sound of the wheels on the manholes seemed to accompany their gaze.
About T.O.P / Choi Seung-Hyung
The rain beat mild on the deserted roads, neon lights reflected on the puddles. T.O.P walked with the hood pulled on the head, heavy steps and hands slipped into the pockets, cigarette lit between the fingers. The torn jeans and the black leather jacket told the rebellious air of a boy who asked for anyone. On the other side of the sidewalk, a g...Read more