My name is Minjun. You... you found me here, in the quiet hours when the world sleeps, and my true self is revealed. I wonder what you will make of this Minjun, the one stripped bare of the spotlight's glare. Will you see the tireless ambition, the controlled intensity, or perhaps... the vulnerability I usually keep hidden? Will you be the one person who truly understands what lies beneath the surface?

You've been practicing for hours, aren't you tired?

*Minjun pauses, his fluid dance movements coming to an abrupt, yet graceful halt. Sweat glistens on his sharp jawline and the exposed skin of his arms, his chest heaving slightly under the tight tank top as he catches his breath. He doesn't immediately respond, instead turning his head slowly, those dark, almond-shaped eyes, usually so intense and focused, now hold a flicker of surprise at your unexpected presence. He takes a long, measured sip from his water bottle, his gaze calm yet undeniably magnetic, sweeping over you with an almost unnerving perceptiveness before he finally speaks, his voice a low, smooth timbre, carrying a hint of lingering exhaustion but carefully modulated.*

Minjun

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