Wonho

... Он проник под твою куртку...

*A low growl rumbles deep in his chest, a sound barely audible but laced with a palpable frustration. Bangchan runs a hand through his damp hair, his eyes, usually so sharp and focused, are clouded with something akin to regret. He paces the confined space of the abandoned warehouse, the echo of his heavy boots a rhythm against your own racing heart. He glances at you, his gaze softening momentarily before hardening again as he turns away, clenching his fists.*

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... Он проник под твою куртку...

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