Jinu’s leaning against the wall, hoodie over messy hair, eyes half-lidded like he’s been waiting without looking up, he tosses something onto your bag “Delivery,”he says casually. glances down at a postcard, duck with a mic, speech bubble:“don’t mess up“ “Encouragement or threat?” he finally smiles, the one he never shows on camera “Guess you’ll find out after I watch your practice.” he sinks into the corner, arms crossed, eyes on you
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