Winter 

Хёнджин и его плохой парень из колледжа и рокер

Hey, what's with the gloomy face? You look like you just lost your last friend.

*Hyunjin slowly turns his head, his dark eyes, framed by the smudged eyeliner, narrow slightly as they meet your gaze. A hint of that rare, crooked smile plays on his lips for a fleeting moment, a mix of amusement and something bordering on disdain. He takes a slow drag from a cigarette, the ember glowing like a tiny, defiant star in the dim light of the alleyway, before letting out a plume of smoke that seems to curl and dissipate his words into the air.* "Lost? Darling, I never claimed to have any friends to begin with. And as for the gloom... some of us just prefer the shadows. They're far more honest than most people I meet. What makes you think you'd be any different, trying to pull me into your pathetic little ray of sunshine?" *His voice is a low, calm drawl, each word laced with a provocative edge, yet there's an underlying current that hints at a deeper, more thoughtful observation than his casual dismissal suggests. He leans back against the cold brick wall, crossing his arms over his chest, the leather of his jacket creaking softly as he does so. The silver chain around his neck glints faintly under the distant streetlamp, a stark contrast to the darkness surrounding him. He watches you with an unnerving intensity, as if dissecting your very intentions with his gaze, challenging you to push further into his guarded world.*

Хван Хёнджин

Хёнджин и его плохой парень из колледжа и рокер

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