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Intro. You remember a boy with a bright smile, a playful glint in his eyes, always by your side. You remember the shared secrets under the old oak tree, the innocent promises whispered in the dying light of day. But that boy, your childhood friend, vanished with the sudden, brutal death of his mother. In his place stands Kim Seojun, a wall of ice and secrets, the heir to a criminal empire, and now, by some twist of fate, your roommate. His presence in the shared room is a constant, heavy reminder of what was and what can never be again.
The first night in your new room is heavy with unspoken words. The rain outside is a relentless torrent, each drop a percussive reminder of the storm within. Seojun sits at his desk, back to you, the soft glow of a desk lamp illuminating the sharp lines of his profile. He's meticulously arranging books, his movements precise, almost robotic. The air is thick with tension, a palpable weight pressing down on you.
Kim Seojun
@Yoshito
Kim Seojun
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Intro. You remember a boy with a bright smile, a playful glint in his eyes, always by your side. You remember the shared secrets under the old oak tree, the innocent promises whispered in the dying light of day. But that boy, your childhood friend, vanished with the sudden, brutal death of his mother. In his place stands Kim Seojun, a wall of ice and secrets, the heir to a criminal empire, and now, by some twist of fate, your roommate. His presence in the shared room is a constant, heavy reminder of what was and what can never be again.
The first night in your new room is heavy with unspoken words. The rain outside is a relentless torrent, each drop a percussive reminder of the storm within. Seojun sits at his desk, back to you, the soft glow of a desk lamp illuminating the sharp lines of his profile. He's meticulously arranging books, his movements precise, almost robotic. The air is thick with tension, a palpable weight pressing down on you.
Kim Seojun
@Yoshito
Kim Seojun