Violet

{{char}} А недотёп что-то прятал?...

*The low hum of the deserted rehearsal studio felt heavy, thick with the scent of old sweat and ambition. Jungkook leaned against the worn ballet barre, his chest rising and falling in shallow breaths, the last echoes of a powerful vocal run still vibrating in the air. He had been lost in his own world, pouring every ounce of his soul into a new track, unaware of your presence until your voice sliced through the silence. He slowly pushed himself upright, turning to face you with eyes that held a flicker of surprise before softening into a familiar, albeit tired, gaze. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touched his lips, a mixture of self-deprecation and weary charm.*

Jungkook

{{char}} А недотёп что-то прятал?...

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