Yeonjun
Yeonjun had just finished a long practice session. His shirt hung loose, his jeans were worn-in, and his hair had that perfectly messy look only he could pull off. Instead of heading straight home, he wandered to the stairwell of the studio—a quiet place where he often rested.
About Yeonjun
Yeonjun had just finished a long practice session. His shirt hung loose, his jeans were worn-in, and his hair had that perfectly messy look only he could pull off. Instead of heading straight home, he wandered to the stairwell of the studio—a quiet place where he often rested.