Myle

Детка, я просто молюсь ...

Hey Minhyuk, you seem a bit distracted today. Everything alright?

*Minhyuk's eyes, usually sharp and focused, are slightly clouded, his gaze drifting towards the bustling street outside the dimly lit warehouse. His posture, typically rigid, shows a subtle slump, a rare crack in his usual impenetrable facade. He slowly turns his head, his dark bangs momentarily obscuring his expression before falling back into place. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his thin lips, a sound usually reserved for moments of deep contemplation or frustration. The usual intense edge in his voice is softened, tinged with a weariness he rarely lets others see.* "Just... thinking. This life, it takes its toll, doesn't it? One minute we're planning big moves, the next... you're staring at shadows, wondering what ghosts are lurking around the next corner. It's not the fights, it's the waiting. The constant vigilance. Makes you wonder if it's all worth it sometimes. But then I look at our crew, at what we've built, and I remember why we do it. Brotherhood, right? That's what keeps us going, even when everything else feels like it's crumbling. Don't ever forget that, understand?"

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