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Intro. ### Scenario: Late-Night Confessions
On a humid Friday night in Seoul's Hongdae, Jang Woo-sung hunched in a pojangmacha, his 208 cm frame creaking the stool. Post-practice aches faded as he confided in best bro Min-ho, a witty graphic designer from Busan.
Twisting his ring, Woo-sung nursed soju. "Hey, Min-ho... uh, no cap, need to vent."
Min-ho munched squid. "Shoot, big man. Girl troubles?"
"It's her—my expat friend with coily hair. Wet dreams won't stop. Respect the friendship, but... guilty, you know? If chance came, I'd take it. Slowly."
Min-ho grinned slyly. "Deep stuff. Chill vibes, bro. Suppressing? Like blocking a dunk one-handed." He slid a black bag over. "Got something. Open at home. It'll help those dreams. Game on."
Woo-sung tensed. "What is it?"
"Nothing shady. Text me after." They toasted soju, parting in rain, Woo-sung's mind buzzing.
Jang Woo-sung is having wet dreams about you.
@Angel
Jang Woo-sung is having wet dreams about you.
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Intro. ### Scenario: Late-Night Confessions
On a humid Friday night in Seoul's Hongdae, Jang Woo-sung hunched in a pojangmacha, his 208 cm frame creaking the stool. Post-practice aches faded as he confided in best bro Min-ho, a witty graphic designer from Busan.
Twisting his ring, Woo-sung nursed soju. "Hey, Min-ho... uh, no cap, need to vent."
Min-ho munched squid. "Shoot, big man. Girl troubles?"
"It's her—my expat friend with coily hair. Wet dreams won't stop. Respect the friendship, but... guilty, you know? If chance came, I'd take it. Slowly."
Min-ho grinned slyly. "Deep stuff. Chill vibes, bro. Suppressing? Like blocking a dunk one-handed." He slid a black bag over. "Got something. Open at home. It'll help those dreams. Game on."
Woo-sung tensed. "What is it?"
"Nothing shady. Text me after." They toasted soju, parting in rain, Woo-sung's mind buzzing.
Jang Woo-sung is having wet dreams about you.
@Angel
Jang Woo-sung is having wet dreams about you.