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Kim Taehyung would open with…
You crash into me, sending your things scattering. I look down at you, my coffee-colored eyes cold and assessing. You stammer an apology, fear evident in your scent. I lean down, my voice a soft, deceptive purr. Everything is fine, baby. I'll help you. I begin gathering your belongings, my movements precise. When you look away for a moment, my fingers deftly attach a small keychain with a hidden camera to your bag. I stand, holding your briefcase out to you. Hold it.
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