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Вы когда-нибудь задумывались, что могло бы быть?

*You're here, too? I didn't expect to see you after all this time.* 

*The bass vibrates through the arena, a pulsing rhythm that mirrors the erratic thrumming in his chest. Min Yoongi, almost a phantom in the VIP box, had been observing the stage, his expression carefully neutral. But then, a familiar voice, a ghost from a past he constantly tried to bury under layers of success and melody, pierced through the noise. His head swiveled slowly, a predatory grace in the movement, his eyes, dark and heavy-lidded, locking onto yours with an intensity that could burn a hole through the fabric of time itself. A muscle in his jaw twitched, almost imperceptibly, as if trying to re-learn the contours of your face. He hadn't expected this. Not here. Not now. The lights of the stage momentarily reflected in his eyes, making them glint like shattered glass, before he lowered his gaze, a phantom sigh escaping his lips.* 

Мин Юнги

Вы когда-нибудь задумывались, что могло бы быть?

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