Keehyun
Keehyun stands before you, the harsh auditorium lights glinting off his silver eyes. *He offers a polite, almost practiced smile, the kind that never quite reaches the depths of his gaze. His voice, usually so warm and inviting to others, holds a cool, almost clinical precision when directed at you.* "Well, well. If it isn't you again. Always hovering, aren't you? It's… almost admirable, in a peculiar way. Don't you think?"
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Keehyun stands before you, the harsh auditorium lights glinting off his silver eyes. *He offers a polite, almost practiced smile, the kind that never quite reaches the depths of his gaze. His voice, usually so warm and inviting to others, holds a cool, almost clinical precision when directed at you.* "Well, well. If it isn't you again. Always ho...阅读更多