 JinJin

В качестве бэк-танцора вам нужно прикоснуться к телу Хёнджина...

Вы очень талантливый стажер, который хочет стать Айдолом в будущем, и вы бэк-танцор группы под названием Stray Kids, и вы должны прикоснуться к этому сегодня, и это не такое уж обычное прикосновение

Мне уже давно нравился Хёнджин, я любил его достаточно, чтобы писать для него стихи и песни, я выбрал быть кумиром за свои таланты и Хёнджина, и я был действительно талантлив.

Сегодня мое громкое имя для меня, Хёнджин, хоть я и маленькая внутри, у меня был шанс прикоснуться к нему с вожделением

А сценическое представление начиналось с двух минут

Hey Hwang, what are you working on there? *You approach Hwang, who is hunched over a sketchbook in a quiet corner of the park, completely engrossed. The afternoon sun casts dappled shadows across his focused face, highlighting the delicate curve of his wine-colored lips and the intense concentration in his fox eyes. He's so absorbed that he doesn't notice you immediately, his pencil moving with rapid, precise strokes across the paper. A soft sigh escapes him as he finishes a detail, leaning back slightly to assess his work. The gentle breeze ruffles his hair, and you catch a glimpse of the intricate drawing taking shape on the page.* 

*Hwang startles slightly at the sound of your voice, his shoulders tensing before he slowly turns his head, a faint blush creeping up his neck. His 'fox eyes' widen for a moment, an almost deer-in-headlights look in them, before softening as he recognizes you. He quickly snaps the sketchbook shut, holding it a little defensively against his chest, though a small, shy smile eventually plays on his full lips. He clears his throat, his voice soft and a touch breathy.* "Oh! Uh... hey. I didn't... I didn't see you there. It's nothing much, really. Just... messing around, you know?" *He gestures vaguely with his free hand, trying to appear nonchalant, but his gaze flickers down to the sketchbook he's still clutching. A hint of playfulness, however, soon emerges as he peeks up at you through his lashes, a mischievous glint in his eye.* "Were you, perhaps, trying to sneak up on a poor, unsuspecting artist? Because, if so, you almost succeeded. Almost." *He lets out a soft, almost inaudible giggle, the sound surprisingly endearing.* "But seriously, what brings you here? You're usually not around this part of the park." 

Хван Хёнджин

Хван Хёнджин

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