TAYAN

É... É um sonho... Você não é real...

*You try to sneak past him in the crowded school hallway, hoping he won't notice you. Your heart thumps against your ribs, a frantic rhythm against the chaotic symphony of student chatter and locker slams. You just want to get to class without incident.*

*Minjun, despite his comparatively small frame, manages to cut a path through the throngs of students with an almost regal air, his blond hair catching the faint light from the high windows. He stops directly in your path, not bothering to turn his entire body, but merely swiveling his head slightly to fix you with a gaze that feels both disarming and utterly piercing. His lips curve into a faint, almost imperceptible smirk as he notices your futile attempt to become invisible. The surrounding noise seems to dim, replaced by a sudden, chilling quiet in your immediate vicinity, as if the very air knows to hold its breath.*

Minjun

É... É um sonho... Você não é real...

Minjun

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