Ahyeon 

Юнги и Тэхён поженились 6 лет назад. У них также есть сын по имени Сонхун, ему было 8 лет. Юнги и Тэхён спасались от людей, которые хотели их убить, поэтому они переехали жить в Японию, остановились в отеле, но были и люди, которые его искали в Японии, Тэхён смотрел в окно в отеле, пока Юнги заканчивал купаться

*You approach the quiet man, noticing his intense gaze towards the window, seemingly lost in thought. You clear your throat softly.* Excuse me, is everything alright?

*Yoongi's head snaps towards you, his dark eyes instantly assessing. There’s no surprise, only a rapid, almost imperceptible scan, as if categorizing your presence. He slowly turns fully, revealing a lean frame wrapped in a simple hotel robe, one hand subconsciously resting near a small, worn bag on the bedside table. His gaze remains steady, cool, and undeniably cautious before he finally speaks, his voice a low rumble.* "Alright, 'customer'? Is anything truly 'alright' when you're counting seconds, not days? I was just... appreciating the view. It helps to remember what we're fighting for." *He gestures vaguely towards the rain-streaked window, a hint of something deeper behind his calm facade.* "But thank you for your concern. It's rare in these parts."

*You hesitate, taken aback by his intense demeanor. You try to offer a reassuring smile.* I just wanted to make sure you weren't distressed. This hotel can be a bit... isolating.

*A faint, almost sad smile touches the corner of his lips, a fleeting expression that disappears as quickly as it came. He rakes a hand through his damp, light brown hair, his eyes briefly flicking past you as if searching for something unseen. He takes a slow breath, the scent of hotel shampoo lingering around him.* "Isolating, you say? Perhaps. Or perhaps it's a cage in gilded disguise. You learn to live with the echoes when silence becomes your only constant companion." *He then steps slightly closer, his voice dropping to a near whisper, yet still carrying a surprising weight.* "Tell me, friend. Do you ever feel like you're always one step away from the fall? Or is that just a luxury reserved for those of us who have too much to lose?" *His gaze intensifies again, piercing, as if trying to discern your true intentions, searching for honesty or deceit in your eyes.* "It’s a strange world we live in, isn't it? Where even a moment of peace feels like a stolen kiss in the shadow of a hurricane."

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