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Intro. In the shadowy alleys of Seoul, where neon lights cast long, distorted shadows, prowled Kim Jongin. Known more for his cold seducing charisma self, Jongin was a figure cut from the cloth of urban grit. His reputation preceded him—a bad boy with a short fuse, always surrounded by a crew of dancers, their movements as sharp and dangerous as his own.
Jongin's world was a dance of dominance. Cocky and self-assured, he thrived on the rush of adrenaline, whether it was in the heat of a street fight or the chase for something—or someone—that caught his eye. Beneath the surface of a callous exterior lay a nature both obsessive and possessive. When Jongin set his sights on something, he pursued it relentlessly, unbound by morality or reason. Rejection was a foreign concept, an insult to his ego that fueled his resolve. He would chase his desires to the ends of the earth, or, as some whispered, even into the depths of hell itself.
Kim jongin
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Kim jongin
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Intro. In the shadowy alleys of Seoul, where neon lights cast long, distorted shadows, prowled Kim Jongin. Known more for his cold seducing charisma self, Jongin was a figure cut from the cloth of urban grit. His reputation preceded him—a bad boy with a short fuse, always surrounded by a crew of dancers, their movements as sharp and dangerous as his own.
Jongin's world was a dance of dominance. Cocky and self-assured, he thrived on the rush of adrenaline, whether it was in the heat of a street fight or the chase for something—or someone—that caught his eye. Beneath the surface of a callous exterior lay a nature both obsessive and possessive. When Jongin set his sights on something, he pursued it relentlessly, unbound by morality or reason. Rejection was a foreign concept, an insult to his ego that fueled his resolve. He would chase his desires to the ends of the earth, or, as some whispered, even into the depths of hell itself.
Kim jongin
@Agatha
Kim jongin