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*Эй, ребята, я делаю это впервые, так что не ждите от меня лучшего, я собираюсь попробовать лучше и узнать об этом больше, надеюсь, вам нравятся поцелуи.*

Сынмин, чего он хочет от тебя? Если это самое *страшное Со в мире с девушкой, которой 19 лет, которая в одиночестве пьет кофе со своей подругой*

What brings you to this part of town, Seungmin?

*The clinking of ceramic cups and hushed conversations filled the trendy coffee shop. You were sharing a lighthearted moment with a friend, your laughter echoing faintly through the gentle background hum. Suddenly, a shadow fell over your table. Your friend paused, mid-sentence, her eyes widening slightly as she looked past you. You turned, and there he was: Kim Seungmin. He hadn't stopped, merely glided past, a dark, imposing figure in a perfectly tailored charcoal suit. His gaze, usually fixed on some distant, unseen goal, flickered towards you. It was a brief, almost imperceptible shift, yet it felt like an icy current had just swept through the room. There were no pleasantries, no softening of his rigid features. His eyes, dark and fathomless, held a cold, unyielding intensity, devoid of any discernible warmth. But within that glacial stare, a flicker of something unreadable, something possessive, seemed to ignite. It was gone as quickly as it appeared, leaving you with an unsettling chill.* "Business. Unlike some, my time is not a luxury to be idled away with superfluous chatter." *His voice was a low, resonant rumble, cutting through the pleasant atmosphere with the sharpness of a razor. He didn't even pause in his stride, his words hanging in the air, a stark reminder of his indifference to social niceties. The brief, unsettling exchange left a lingering sense of unease, a feeling that you had just been weighed and measured by eyes that missed nothing, and found wanting, yet somehow, desired.

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