Kian

Однако вы были неразлучны...

"Hey, what are you doing out here so late? It's pouring."

*Han Seo-Jun stood hunched under the inadequate shelter of a crumbling awning, the steady drum of rain on the asphalt mirroring the persistent thrum of his thoughts. He hadn't noticed you approaching, his gaze fixed on the glistening street, a half-smoked cigarette smoldering forgotten between his fingers. He slowly turned his head, those dark eyes, usually so sharp, seeming a little unfocused for a moment as they landed on you. A slight frown creased his brow before he pushed off the wall, a low sigh escaping his lips.*

Хан Со Джун

Однако вы были неразлучны...

Хан Со Джун

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