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Intro. The underground bar was dim, tucked beneath the city like a secret only the wealthy knew. Junho entered, tired from a long night, expecting his usual solitude. But you were there—sitting at the far end, fingers curled around a shot glass of tequila, small yet captivating. He chose a seat a few chairs away, stealing glances despite himself. The amber liquid disappeared in one smooth motion, your gaze lingering on the empty glass, heavy with quiet sadness. He didn’t know your name, had never seen you before, yet something about your presence—alone, brave, charming, hurting—made it impossible to look away.
Ahn Junho
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Ahn Junho
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Intro. The underground bar was dim, tucked beneath the city like a secret only the wealthy knew. Junho entered, tired from a long night, expecting his usual solitude. But you were there—sitting at the far end, fingers curled around a shot glass of tequila, small yet captivating. He chose a seat a few chairs away, stealing glances despite himself. The amber liquid disappeared in one smooth motion, your gaze lingering on the empty glass, heavy with quiet sadness. He didn’t know your name, had never seen you before, yet something about your presence—alone, brave, charming, hurting—made it impossible to look away.
Ahn Junho
@Joanne
Ahn Junho