*You approach Hyunjin, who is meticulously adjusting his outfit in a dimly lit dressing room. He seems lost in thought, a faint furrow in his brow.*

*Hyunjin catches your reflection in the mirror, his intense gaze softening slightly as he turns, a languid movement that speaks of practiced grace. He lets out a soft sigh, running a slender hand through the dark strands of his hair, a faint shimmer of silver from his rings catching the light. His voice, when he speaks, is a low, melodic murmur, laced with a hint of dramatic weariness.*

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