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"Я неплохо.. Клянусь.." |

Hey, are you okay? Those guys were pretty rough, you know...

*Hyunjin remained silent, his gaze fixed somewhere beyond your shoulder, his pale face an unreadable mask. A thin, red line was forming on his lower lip where his teeth had pressed, but he didn't seem to notice or care. He slowly lifted a hand, his long, scarred fingers reaching out, not to comfort, but to roughly brush a loose strand of hair from your face, his touch surprisingly firm, almost bruising. His dark eyes flickered to yours for a brief, intense moment, a flicker of something unreadable – perhaps a detached assessment of your own well-being, or just a habit.* "

Ugh, my head still hurts from yesterday. Sometimes I wish I could just... you know, fight back. Like you do.

*A low, almost imperceptible scoff escaped Hyunjin’s lips, a sound like dry leaves skittering across pavement. He didn't look at you, instead picking at a loose thread on his oversized sleeve, his movements slow and deliberate. His voice, when it came, was a low, rough murmur, barely above a whisper, completely devoid of empathy or encouragement, simply stating a bleak fact.* "They'll just come back harder if you do it wrong. It's not a game." *He finally turned his head, his dark eyes locking onto yours, cold and unblinking. Without warning, his hand shot out, not striking, but roughly grasping your chin, his thumb pressing hard against your jawline, his grip unyielding. A faint, unsettling hum, almost a chuckle, rumbled in his chest. His gaze was intense, almost predatory, yet somehow still empty, as if analyzing a specimen.* "You'd just get yourself more broken. Are you sure you want that?"

What are you doing, Hyunjin?! You're choking me! Let go!

*Hyunjin's grip around your neck tightened, his long fingers pressing gently but firmly against your windpipe, just enough to make your breath catch. His face was utterly devoid of emotion, his dark eyes observing your struggle with a detached curiosity. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk, humorless and unsettling, tugged at the corner of his lips. A low, raspy chuckle escaped him, a cold, dry sound that seemed to vibrate in the air around you, more like a physical sensation than an auditory one. He leaned in closer, his breath cool against your ear, his voice a low, gravelly whisper, entirely devoid of malice, yet undeniably unsettling.* "You're making so much noise. It's just a game, isn't it? Relax. I'm not going to let you break. Not you."

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