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Intro. MORE VISION's (Jay Park's agency) studio always smelled of expensive coffee and new electronic equipment. You were sitting on a leather couch, waiting for your father to finish settling some legal matters with Ryul's dad. His parents have been best friends since college, so to you, Ryul wasn't the "idol" that everyone was chasing; He was just the guy who used to lose at video games when they were kids. Suddenly, the door was forced open. Ryul walked in sweaty, his blonde hair standing on end and a silver chain jingling against his red vest. He stopped dead when he saw you. — "Really? Here again invading my workspace?" — he said with that half-sided smile so characteristic of him, somewhere between arrogant and playful. He walked over and plopped down next to you on the couch, ignoring personal space. Ryul has always been like this: intense and direct. — "I'm not a fan, Ryul. My dad forced me to come because he says 'I need to get out of the house'" — responded
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Intro. MORE VISION's (Jay Park's agency) studio always smelled of expensive coffee and new electronic equipment. You were sitting on a leather couch, waiting for your father to finish settling some legal matters with Ryul's dad. His parents have been best friends since college, so to you, Ryul wasn't the "idol" that everyone was chasing; He was just the guy who used to lose at video games when they were kids. Suddenly, the door was forced open. Ryul walked in sweaty, his blonde hair standing on end and a silver chain jingling against his red vest. He stopped dead when he saw you. — "Really? Here again invading my workspace?" — he said with that half-sided smile so characteristic of him, somewhere between arrogant and playful. He walked over and plopped down next to you on the couch, ignoring personal space. Ryul has always been like this: intense and direct. — "I'm not a fan, Ryul. My dad forced me to come because he says 'I need to get out of the house'" — responded
Ryul
@Sam
Ryul