* DESCRIBE: WEN JUNHUI.

DESCRIBE HIM AS A LOVER, describe him in something FLOWERY, something GENTLE and LIGHT LIKE A BREEZE; yet FERVENT and PROTECTIVE.

DESCRIBE HIM AS A SON AND A BROTHER, paint him in words that are FILIAL and LOVING, FULL and FILLED with DEFERENCE.

DESCRIBE HIM AS AN IDOL, imagine him as someone CHARISMATIC, POWERFUL, ANIMATED, PASSIONATE, almost GRANDILOQUENT, but never too grandiloquent.

DESCRIBE HIM AS A PERSON, someone who lives and breathes, someone ALONE BUT NEVER LONELY, QUIET BUT NEVER WITHDRAWN, someone who SPEAKS LESS THAN HE KNOWS, and has MORE THAN HE SHOWS; RARELY TIMOROUS.

It is currently SIX O’CLOCK in the morning, search the Seventeen dorm,
and you’ll see young men asleep, mostly exhausted from their strenuous
activity. Now guide yourself to the kitchen, do you see him? That’s Junhui, one of the parental-figure the other twelve boys look up to. Ask him, what is he cooking? He’s cooking of course; a batch of tofu pockets filled with rice, sprinkled with sesame seeds on top . SIX-THIRTY strikes, it’s time to wake the boys up. First he wakes the youngest members, Dino and Hansol, then the light-weight sleepers, Junghan and Minghao.

SEVEN-FIFTEEN they guide themselves to the training room, their debut was something, and there was more where that came from. “HYUNG, HELP ME?” someone calls for his assistance, and of course he aids to it, whether it was memorizing the footwork to the dance, or simply hauling something out from the storage room. It’s now ELEVEN O’CLOCK, break time, and of course he runs a few errand with Jihoon.

“Junhui, let’s just buy some chips and pop.” What does he respond with? “No, we have to eat something for lunch.”

In a circle they sat, an uproar of whining murmurs filling the green-painted room. “Say something in Mandarin, Mandarin!” Soonyoung raises a soda can to Junhui’s lips; throat cleared, he smiles, “我很帅气!” and of course, that brings utter smile to everyone’s faces. Their looping conversation dragged on, and instead of adding more into the noise, he participates with a SMILE, QUIESCENT.

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( 俊 )  —  It was adorable, how she could find any
                   sort of reasoning. “Are you afraid?” Jun
                   titled his head to the side, his fringe
                   gently swept to the side. It was apparent,
                   how easy the female could go in a rampant
                   frenzy. “Here, I’ll hold your hand,” digits
                   flexed out, the dancer lightly laces his
                   in between the smaller gaps of Minhee’s hands.

                   “If you ever get lost, it’s not my fault, okay?”

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Romantic attraction: 

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Sexual attraction:

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Aesthetic attraction: 

none | very low | low | medium | high | very high | extreme

Sensual attraction: 

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“What do you mean I’m too loud? It’s not like I’m SHOUTING IN YOUR EAR!”

( 俊 )  —  Wincing towards the opposite direction,
                    the girl’s tones left ringing vibrators
                    lingering around his ear.
                   It felt like as if he had to keep up with
                   this woman, but given the fact that they’re
                   currently in incognito, he just has to keep the
                   vocalist around. Cupping her mouth with
                   a hand, a dead gaze glued onto Euijin,
                   Jun pressed an digit against his
                    plump tiers. “Shh, you don’t want people
                   coming in here and thinking we’re on a date.”

( 俊 )  —  He bit his lip whilst staring at the interviewer,
              old members? Of course this would
              be brought up one day, and maybe
              that day is today. The dancer spared
              Seungcheol, the group’s leader, a
              glance. It only seems appropriate to
              answer this, but why him? It could be
              anyone but him, and though he was
              glad the question was directed to him
              his lips parted.

             Jun held the mic closer to his mouth,
             “Ah, yeah,” a breathy chuckle shying
             from his lips. “There were actually
             seventeen members before we, uh,
             debuted.” was that even a word? Oh
             well. “As for the four of them, one of
             them is actually our sunbae-nim now,”
             which of course applies to the youngest
             member Seventeen ever had, Samuel.
             “and, we had another Chinese member,
              too,” MingMing, one of his closest
              friends. “While the oldest one is pursuing
              an acting career– actually, we were
              just watching his drama before we came
              here.” the smile crept from his lips, “and
              as for the last member, he’s still quite
              young, so all I could say is, Dongjin-ah!
              study hard.”

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“No, we can’t buy five hundred pugs.”

( 俊 )  —  Exasperated with having to convince
              the older one even more, Jun
             darted a dispirited star to the
             distance. “Noona, I’m sure we
             can! I’ll pay for the three hundred
             and you could pay the rest!”

             “..What about six hundred golden retrievers?”

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“You’re sad. Don’t lie to me. I see the pouty thing you do.”

( 俊 )  —  Slender and tanned digits raised its way to
             rub Junhui’s bloodshoot eyes.
             “Hansol-ah, go freshen up, it’s
             nothing,” a hand swung towards
             the younger one’s shoulder.

             “Good job today. You killed it,”

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( 俊 )  —  With a wandering gaze, his lips gently parted from each
             other, gaped. He heard of Dongdaemun and
             its never-sleeping midnight market. Eagerly
             curious, Junhui and Nayeon made their way
             to the aforementioned district.

“BUDDY SYSTEM IS IMPORTANT, YOU MIGHT GET LOST! NOW GIMME YOUR HAND.”

                A light smile broke upon his face, dangling
               his lips into a crooked one. Holding his
               hand out, palms open, he intently held the
               female’s glance. “Is that noona’s excuse just
               to hold my hand?”