( 俊 )  —  “My throat hurts, do you have anything, sir?”

  ( 俊 )  —  “You sure do know a lot about the Ming dynasty,
                  I failed that topic, actually.” the meek
                  confession paired with his crown hung low.

                 “It’s like as if noona lived through it!”

   ( 俊 )  —  “Hyung’s skin’s really clear, are you sure it’s
                   even natural?”

    ( 俊 )  —  Given the slight accent still embossed in his
                  rigid Korean, thin tiers pressed against
                  each other. This man’s native tongue
                  obviously isn’t the aforementioned latter.

                  “Hyung– I seriously can’t understand you.”

   ( 俊 )  —  The opportunity to work with someone well-known
                  has made Junhui weak to the knees, his
                  adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he 
                  swallowed thickly; let’s just hope he doesn’t
                  mess the part up. “Let’s just hope they 
                  didn’t add a kissing scene,” he mused,
                  sparing the older woman an amiable
                  glance.

    ( 俊 )  —  “Hey, excuse me,” approaching a woman with
                   long brown tresses, Junhui extended
                   an arm out, “want me to teach you the
                   next part?”

     ( 俊 )  —  Bashful, Junhui heaved a sigh whilst directing his gaze 
                    back to the female that sat parallel to him. “Ah–
                    You’re very good looking!” the words rambling 
                    out of his mouth, eyes slightly widened.

     ( 俊 )  —  “Could you.. maybe speak slower?” 

      ( 俊 )  —  “So.. You don’t think I’m handsome, Jang Seungyeon?”