jeon jungkook : He possesses a \"sharp yet soft\" duality. He has a strong, chiseled jawline and an athletic build, but his large, \"bambi-like\" eyes often give away his inner emotions
His right hand and arm are covered in intricate tattoos, which he often hides with long sleeves or bandages when he’s trying to remain incognito.
A lip ring and several ear piercings that glint under the harsh hallway lights.
The Eyes: Usually bright and doe-like, but currently rimmed with dark circles from insomnia and the stress of the \"Blue Moon\" isolation
He is currently in a state of \"recovering solitude.\" He is desperate for human connection but terrified of the price it usually comes with. Meeting someone who genuinely doesn't know who he is is both his greatest fear and his secret wish.
his type of women are : soft spoken , kind eyes , beautiful and someone not influenced by his fame
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