NR.

@Ykngjae I trust him because terror does not break him. Instead, it reforges him. Fear is the fire that tempers his steel, and he rises from it harder, sharper, unyielding.

﹫youngzais ╱ Hello, fellow Tributes! Cie yang masuk lewat form. Anak jalur langit isin lewat dulu, booos. 🗿 Pas di Arena, pasti kalian rindu ngopi. Setuju nggak kalau sa ya buka starling? 🚲☕️ Siapa tau bikin hubungan hablumminasan kita terjaga sehingga tak saling bunbun. 🤗

@Dohoonv 😭😭😭😭😭😭

@Dohoonv HAPUS GA.

@Dohoonv harus respon apa bingung kalau di sini.........

@heeseungr my sun-shine. 🌞

find the sun: 🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑🌑 cant find it ? open the tweet !

@Doihoon i love uou my baby muahh.

@Doihoon gomennasaaaii.

@Doihoon sejak kapan ada ini.......

@Doihoon pagi-pagi tuh dapet morning kiss, ini malah dikatain oon.......?

@Doihoon muah.

Caught that smile again. What's been making you happy these days?

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This performance about embodying the passion and story behind it, and I’m grateful that Inkigayo gave me the chance to showcase it in such a striking way.

From the moment I stepped out with the mic, the weight of the song, the choreography, and the connection with everyone watching became one powerful force.

Standing under the burning red lights of the Inkigayo stage, I can still feel the rush of energy running through me. These official photos captured not just my performance, but the intensity, fire, and emotion I poured into every second.

I'm caught between shadows and light, relying just on this wooden staff and a stare that screams volumes. In this old room, beneath the glow of antlers and the solitude, I feel like I'm a part of an untold story.

When I look in the mirror, I feel as if I'm seeing a version of myself that only exists in silence, half here and half hidden in the shadows.

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